Story number five! I only own MY characters. Supernatural belongs to Mr. Kripke, and all crossover OCs belong to Simple Paradox and Niknakz93! Any other characters I don't own will be credited to whoever owns them as I write them in! ENJOY!

The Night Will Always Win

The Moment We Come Alive sequel

"Did you trust your noble dreams and gentle expectations to the mercy of the night? The night will always win. The night has darkness on its side," ~ Elbow

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Jedda barely stuck her nose out the door when she took one big whiff, and then barged completely outside, taking off into the woods beyond our backyard. "Jedda!" I screeched, and groaned as I went to chase her. That greyhound was going to be the death of me.

By the time I caught up with the long legged beauty, she was growling at something standing by one of the trees. I took a step forward, my shoe crunching on some dried leaves, when I noticed that she wasn't growling at something.

Jedda was growling at someone.

The little boy looked up at me with the most unrealistic amber colored eyes I'd ever seen. "Hi," he spoke softly and bravely. His skin, I noticed, was tan, but not as dark as mine. I also noticed he had specks of dried blood on his face.

"Hi," I spoke back. "Jedda, back," I scowled at my dog. "It's just a little boy, stop growling."

Jedda lowered her growling but she wouldn't stop. I grabbed her collar to yank her back as a warning. She whined and finally listened. Now I approached the little boy and slowly knelt down to him. "Are you okay, sweetie?" I asked him.

"Yeah," he answered calmly.

"What are you doing out here by yourself?" I asked next.

"Hiding," he replied, widening his eyes a little.

"Hiding from what?" I wondered.

He shook his head. He clearly did not want to answer that.

"You shouldn't be here alone, sweetie. Let me take you to my house, and we'll try to figure out where you came from." I offered.

"Strangers are bad," he remarked.

"You're right, but I'm not a stranger. Let's be friends." I suggested. I held out my hand to him. He looked at me innocently for a while before he finally took my hand.

"You're my friend," he decided.

"Alright," I said happily as I started leading him back home, Jedda close behind us. "What's your name?" I asked the boy.

"Clifton," he introduced.

"I've never met anyone named Clifton," I admitted. "Well, Clifton, my name is Ebony."

"I know," Clifton said proudly. He knows? I raised an eye but realized that children say weird things sometimes, so I let it go... until the little boy said something that made my heart drop.

"I'm not weird."

What the hell? I shakily let go of his hand. He looked up at me in confusion. "How did you know I-?" I choked.

"He's coming," Clifton spoke darkly, too darkly for a little boy in my book. He turned around from where I found him at the tree and widened his bright amber eyes.

I slowly turned around too, and saw who "he" was. The last thing I can remember is Jedda barking and then howling from awful, awful pain.

Before...

"Why the hell are we doing this?" Jamie Ember growled annoyingly. "I got all dressed up to take a family photo? We're Archangel kid rejects! All of us!"

"Our fathers cared about us... just, differently." Lyra Agate argued.

My brother Damon scoffed loudly, and I couldn't blame him. We're the children of the Morning Star, Lucifer himself, along with our four year old twin sisters, Adena and Serafina. Jamie is the oh so pleasant son of Michael, and is nineteen years old, along with Lyra, but she and her four year old sister Phoenix, and their... one-hundred fifty year old brother, Jasper, are all the children of the Trickster Slash Archangel, Gabriel. They also have a sister named Carmen, but she is no longer with us.

Not alive, I mean. I'd rather not talk about it.

We also have some new additions to our family. It turns out Gabriel had a pair of twins on his own - sixteen year old Danny and Mindy Baker, and man, are they too much like Gabriel. I met them shortly after Clifton was born, rescuing them from being one of the many captives Dick Roman had for his own sick reasons. I knew they were Nephilim (half angel, half human) but I honestly never thought to ask who their father was until this summer.

Lyra was really adamant about having a pair of siblings she didn't know about, but Jasper was thrilled to have a little brother out of Danny.

I look at my brother again, the oldest one out of all of us (born in 1100) and I held his wrist for a moment, looking into his emerald eyes that matched mine. I let him go and faced forward, where Lyra and Phoenix's mother was setting up one of those fancy cameras photographers use for professional pictures you pay pointless amounts of money for.

"Hurry up, Aunt Sarah," Adena groaned. "I want to play."

"Me too," Serafina added. She narrowed her blue eyes that were darker than her twin's (which made it easier to tell them apart) in an annoyance that she probably inherited from Jamie.

"Family photos are important," Damon remarked sarcastically. "One hundred years from now when we're having a family reunion we can look back at this photo and laugh at how tiny Addy, Sera, and Nixxy are."

"You're mean," Phoenix stuck her tongue out in response. "I'm gonna be big soon!"

"Soon? Try fifteen years!" Damon laughed.

"And our children will look at the photo and smile at how happy we look," Lyra added cheerfully.

"Jasper and Lynn's already gotten a head start on the 'our children' part," Jamie teased.

I was the one to stick my tongue out now, and giggled. Jasper has three daughters, eight year old Sophia, seven year old Lucille, and six year old Emily. Now I look for my three year old son next to Aunt Sarah. Clifton Castiel Winchester was leaning over the armrest of the love seat, playing on my iPhone thing. It was either that or let him throw a fit because he wasn't able to be in the photo with us.

"I'm going to agree with Serafina," Danny spoke. "We have to hurry, I have baseball practice in under half an hour."

"Oh stop being impatient," Mindy scolded him. "This is important, like Damon said."

"Is everyone all lined up?" Aunt Sarah asked us, making it obvious she was ready to take the photo.

I winced slightly as a memory occurred to me when she said that. It was years ago, in Bobby Singer's house. We thought we were going to die when we faced Lucifer for the first time so he wanted our photo.

"Everyone get in here! It's time for the lineup! Usual suspects in the corner!"

Ellen rolled her eyes at him as he forced us into position. "Come on, Bobby, nobody wants their picture taken."

Bobby countered with, "Shut up. You're drinkin' my beer."

"What's so funny, Lynn?" Mindy asked me, bringing me back to reality. I didn't realize I had been chuckling.

"Oh, nothing. I was just thinking about something..." I answered quietly. "Are we taking this photo yet?"

In the back was Damon, Jasper and Jamie, since they were all around the 6' range. I'm a little short at 5'5 and Lyra has me beat by about five inches, so we were in the middle, with Danny on my right, Mindy on Lyra's left, which left the twins and Phoenix in the front. Sarah suddenly yelled out, "Everyone say... CASA EROTICA!"

That made us all grin, since we all knew Gabriel liked that stupid shit. As soon as the flash faded, Damon leaned forward into my ear and whispered, "Come see me at my place after this."

I raised one eye. "Alright." I whispered back.

Half an hour later, my son and I walked into Damon's apartment. "Damn it, you brought Clifton?" he groaned. "I wanted to tell you something that I didn't want him reading your mind about!"

Yes, my son can read your thoughts and memories, and he can share thoughts and memories with you as well; he inherited it from his father's mother, according to her.

"It doesn't matter if I brought Cliffy or not," I spoke clearly. "Because of his special ability, I can't hide anything from him."

Damon raised an eye. "Not even when you have sex with your wizard boyfriend?"

"Oh, for the love!" I groaned. "Chances are, he already knows what you want to tell me. So spit it out!"

Damon folded his hands together nervously. "You know how you feel about those boys?" he asked.

I raised an eye. "Clarify. There are lots of boys."

"Murdock. Jophiel. Colby. Trench coat."

Murdock: my "wizard boyfriend"

Jophiel: once an angel, then became a Knight of Hell named Jackson, and then became human with a little bit of help from yours truly.

Colby: once an angel, then turned demon, then turned human long enough to spend the rest of eternity with the love of his life, a Prophet named Adrie whom he had orders to protect while he was angel.

Trench coat: the angel Castiel.

"Yes, I know how I feel about them. I love them." I answered shakily.

Damon narrowed his emerald eyes nervously. "I have some of those feelings too."

My emerald eyes widened. "Are you gay?" I didn't see this coming. Ever.

"No!" He hissed. "The way you feel. I feel that way about someone."

"You love someone!" I exclaimed. "You sound serious. Who's the lucky girl?"

Damon looks away as if he's ashamed. "No one is lucky for me to like them."

"Don't be like that. Who is she?"

Damon doesn't answer. Instead, he looks over at his nephew, who answers for him.

"GG."

"Come again?" I laughed lightly. "You like Megan?"

"Yes."

"...you're serious."

"Yes." He repeated.

"That's great!" I cheered. "Does she know?"

"No!" He bellowed. "You will not tell her!"

"Why?" I questioned.

"She would never like me back," Damon admitted softly. "And her prophet died. She will not get over that."

"Maybe not," I agreed. "But she had Exarp, before she met Kevin. Exarp died, and she had Kevin. He died too, and now... there's you, brother. You need to tell her."

"I can't," he moped. "I'm afraid."

"The Devil's son is afraid to tell a girl he likes her," I scoffed. "I'll tell her for you. No if's, and's or but's about it."

Cliffy and I fly to Michigan and let ourselves in the known safe house. Megan Summers was once an ordinary girl until she discovered she was chosen to protect God and the world, hence her title, The Chosen One. Before humans existed, Gabriel offered to slip up some of his Grace to give The Chosen One, since clearly a normal human can't do much to protect anything without some supernatural power.

"See Maya," Cliffy greeted as we walked further in. "See Rock."

Miraak, the alpha of his species known as Dragon Priests, stares at us coldly, like usual. Lady Maya is his mate, and for some reason, doppelgangers were born throughout the past nine-hundred years and they look exactly like Lady Maya...

Megan included.

Lady Maya smiled at us. "Hello." She greeted back.

"See GG?" Clifton requested.

"You can find Megan outside. She is on the tire swing."

Clifton gasped. "That's my tire swing!" He exclaimed, running through the house to the back door. I rolled my eyes and followed him. We emerged into the backyard to indeed see Megan on the tire swing that was tied to a thick branch of a tree that loomed over the yard. Ever since she started keeping her blonde hair incredibly short, it was easy to tell her and Maya apart.

Those blue eyes, though. They're deadly on both of them.

"Hey!" My son roared. "That's my swing!"

"Well it's in my backyard, Cliffy," Megan countered.

He stuck his tongue out and climbed onto the swing to join her. "Swing fast!" He urged, gripping the chain with both hands so he didn't fall off.

"Hey," I greeted casually.

"Hey," she replied.

"I have to tell you something and it's serious."

"Okay. What is it?"

"It's hard to admit we're both adults now. For me, it feels like it was only yesterday that we were fifteen and we met each other. Okay, in all seriousness..." I took a deep breath. "Damon... has feelings for you."

Megan grinned. "You're kidding, right?"

"No," Clifton answered for me. He seems to enjoy doing that for everyone.

Megan's grin faded and now she looked nervous. "Are you serious?"

"I said in all seriousness." I reminded.

"Since when?" She asked, her face starting to flush.

"I think... for a while. I don't think he wanted to admit it, because one, you're still young. Two, you're still shaken up over Kevin. Three, you know he and Miraak hate each other. Imagine how that would turn out." I explained.

Megan barely nodded.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"I'll quote Juliet when I say yeah, yeah... I'm just... I never saw it coming." She answered.

I folded my arms over my chest. "Do you want me to talk to him for you?"

"No, that's okay," she answered quickly. "I just need time to think, that's all."

"Of course," I nodded. "Son, let's go."

"Okay," Clifton bravely jumped off the tire swing. "Bye Aunt GG!"

I laughed. "He's never going to let you live that down now."

"I can tell." She laughed back.

Character disclaimer: Miraak belongs to Bethesda. More specifically to the game Skyrim if anyone plays (like me) ! I don't own him so don't sue me please.