And the story continues in Lynn's free will adventure; thanks for coming to read for a third time! I do not own Supernatural, or any featured characters belonging to Niknakz93 and Simple Paradox, only the characters I created! Thank you guys for letting me write your peoples!

Warning: season seven spoilers!

Lost Along The Way

Looking For Angels sequel

"Like angels wings, and whisperings of love we lost and found along the way." ~ Staind

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December 3, 2010
Prosperity, Indiana

"Lynn Angela, after this, I don't want you…fast traveling anymore, not while you are pregnant."

"For the last time, Grandma," I whine. "It's okay. I'm fine. The Little Guy's fine."

"The Little Guy?" Natalie, my non-blood sister repeats.

I shrug. "I don't know if it's a boy or a girl." I clarify.

"I am wishing for a boy," Grandma inputs. "Come on, girls. Don and Maggie are living in separate places right now. Who do you want to see?"

"Aunt Maggie," Natalie flips back her long blonde hair, then smoothed down her dyed pink bangs. I hate it. "If it's a boy, he'll be such a momma's boy." She teases.

I go by a few names: Lynn Angela, Lynny, Miss Logan, Little Sister, or just Lynn. I am one of only two angel-demon hybrids, the other being my brother; there will be a third one come five months. Yep, I'm unfortunate to be on the way to motherhood at fifteen, sixteen in three months. Trust me: it is NOT what you might think.

Let me get this straight – angels can have kids. A lot of them do, even the Archangels. My two siblings, Damon and Adena, and I, were all unlucky enough to be born under the Morning Star.

Literally.

Damon's been around since forever. Adena will have her first birthday in another six months; while I'm not sure when I was born, but with Michael's help, I went into the vessel of a baby in 1995. I shouldn't age, but I do. No one knows why.

We're not exactly proud to be Daddy Devil kids, but we stick together. Lucifer has turned Damon into more of a loner, but I know he tries. Raphael was the only Archangel with enough sense for staying a virgin.

Sometimes, only sometimes, I regret killing him.

Michael thought he was smart; if he lost to Lucifer during the Apocalypse, then his son would take his place in Heaven. Yeah, right. Hot-headed, sixteen year old Jamie Ember wanted nothing to do with Michael, Heaven, or God. All he cares about is girls, and eating healthy – just like Gabriel, only switch eating healthy with chocolate…and maybe add Heaven's Playboy to his list. He managed to get three women to pop out four Nephilim(offspring of an angel and a human):

The first and oldest is Jasper Kindle, born in the 1800s, currently the leader of Heaven's army, and went and had three daughters of his own; I call them The Kindle Trio.

Next is Carmen Ashby. To my unwanted wishes, she is dead. I only had a short amount of time to get to know her, but I miss her; murdered by the father of my Little Guy. He's on a few hit lists for this.

That brings up another factor – unlike Gabriel, Michael and Daddy Devil "blessed" all our mothers to get them pregnant. That is what the fallen angel Teivel did to me. I hate thinking about it.

After Carmen, is Lyra Agate; she's who I've known the longest of the four. She spent six months searching for me, her only trail a note that Gabriel gave her.

From what Jasper told me, his two older daughters, along with Lyra, her mother, and sister, are all declared missing. I have no idea what's going on with that…which brings me to number four: Phoenix, Lyra's baby sister. I first met her when the Horseman Death sent me about twelve years into the future – a world where Adena helped Lucifer take over.

Phoenix was one of the many children who were a part of my group; I assume it was like Dean's when he told me about being sent to 2014. Or really, I read the Supernatural book. Yes, Chuck is still popping those out. He writes us all pretty well, if I may say. Regardless, I stopped the Adena-Taking-Over-the-World future.

I'm here in this small town with Grandma and Natalie because of our great aunt and uncle. I quote, "they're splitting up and we have to change their minds". I really don't care, but I like to visit family. I barely remember them, though. It has been a long time since I've seen them.

The only thing that's itching on my mind is the fact that Sam and Dean Winchester are on their way here for a case. I only hope it doesn't involve my family.

"Look!" Natalie points excitedly. "The art auction!" she almost jumps up and down. I look across the street to see said building, and there is a statue with Uncle Don's name on it…I think the statue is Uncle Don.

"You can go ahead," Grandma ushered. "I'll go to Maggie's. Be safe." She advised. Natalie and I cross the street as Grandma keeps walking.

"That's not scary at all," I smite sarcastically at the statue.

"Look at these poor flowers," Natalie kneels down to the dead plants circling the statue. She pulls out a water bottle and pours half of it all over the plants. When she's done, we go inside the art auction and spend about half an hour checking it out.

When we're back outside, Natalie whines about her calves hurting. "Snap your fingers and make your car appear." She begs me.

"Fine, lazy," I do snap my fingers, and my black, 1997 Buick LeSabre baby sits on the curb. "Get in." I shuffle to the driver seat and climb in. "Haven't been in my baby for a while." I realize, getting the keys from the glove compartment, and igniting the ignition. "Where to?" I ask.

"Grandma went to Aunt Maggie's, so lets go to Uncle Don's. Well, I don't know who stayed at their house and who left, so lets just go to their house." Natalie explains.

"I don't know where it is. Guide me." I order her.

Their house. Is. HUGE! I'm loving the cute little car in the driveway too. Natalie and I get out and get lost figuring out how to get to the door. We eventually go up the driveway, which takes us to the porch. That was a moment I'd like to forget.

As Natalie knocks on the door, I advise, "Don't say anything about Aunt Maggie, or divorces, or Mom."

"Why not Mom?" she wonders, her blue eyes looking into my shiny – yes, shiny – green orbs.

"Mom was his niece. She's…dead. We didn't come here to make anyone sad." I whisper.

She nods sadly as the door opens, and there stands Don Stark. Faint, distant, summer memories slowly return to me as I recognize him. I see so much of Mom in him, my mouth drops open without me realizing it.

"Uncle Don," Natalie grins.

"Am I looking at Logan kids?" he realizes. That makes Natalie laugh as they give each other a hug. Then he looks at me. "Lynn...missed you at your parents' funeral. You've gotten big…and I see you're making me a great, great uncle…thanks." I feel uncomfortable a little as we hug.

Something's off here…

"Aren't there three of you?" Uncle Don asks. "…Jasper didn't come with you?"

Hold up – before you get confused – there are two Jaspers. One is my cousin I mentioned…the other being my non-blood brother. He was murdered during the Apocalypse…I'd rather not get into it.

Natalie's laughing expression drains from that. I sigh, and tell him what happened. He stays quiet for a few minutes. "I'm sorry for your loss." He says quietly.

We stand in awkward silence for a while until Uncle Don lets us in, and leads us into what must be his office. "Sit, sit, girls," he offers. "Would you like anything to-" he looks up when the door knocks.

"Maybe it's Grandma," Natalie assumes. As he goes to investigate, she grins. "We used to play hide and seek all the time here. You always liked hiding in here." She reminisces.

I hear voices. None of them are Grandma. One of them is Uncle Don. "Come on in," he says. I hear footsteps. "If the FBI's involved, then you must think all three of them were murdered…"

FBI?

Wait…

"It's starting to look that way, yeah."

"Mr. Stark, you had a…" whatever Sam Winchester was going to say, he stopped when he and Dean saw Natalie and I sitting casually.

"Had a…what?" Uncle Don asks. "Is something wrong?"

"No, no, sorry," Sam apologizes.

"We weren't expecting to see kids here," Dean clarified. Both brothers shoot me a what the hell look.

"Oh, these are my nieces," Uncle Don introduces.

"…you don't say," another look.

"So what were you asking?" Uncle Don presses. He lifts up his drink from his desk to sip.

"If something's going on with the feds, we'll get out of the way," I stand up and etch out of the office with Natalie. When we're in the hallway, I hiss, "I knew it!"

"What are they doing here? Did Uncle Don kill someone?" Natalie questions.

"Shh!" I shush her. That's when a blonde chick strolls right past us.

"Oh, hello," she says, very startled. "Uh, who are-?"

"Who are you?" I ask back.

"I'm Jenny…Donald's assistant." She introduced.

I fold my arms over my chest after I lamely flip back my wavy, dark brunette hair. "Well, Jenny, we're Donald's nieces." I tell her. "Nice to meet you."

"Y-you too…" she clears her throat and leaves. Natalie starts to snicker; I see Sam coming out of the office and towards us.

"Where are you going?" I demanded.

"Bathroom," he says, slowing down as he passes us.

"Bullshit," I look to Natalie. "Stay here." She nods as I follow the taller Winchester. He goes to the stairs, stops, and then books it up them. "Sam!" I can't exactly book it but I still pursue him.

I find him in the bedroom. Snooping. "What are you doing?" I growl. "Get out of here!"

"Look, there have been three deaths in this town, and all three vics lead to your uncle," Sam growls back. He walks around slowly, looking in the bathroom, then stepping in the walk-in closet.

"He didn't kill anyone," I promise, following him in.

"How do you know?" he asks, checking out a high heel shoe on a shelf, then pulling out a necklace with a strange star…a star like…

He finds an envelope and a shoe box up top, and checks it out. Why am I just standing here? He's invading my uncle's privacy!

There's some strange shit in the box, and a strange paper in the envelope…the same texture as the paper Crowley gave me, that had the spells to bind War and Pestilence.

…spells?

"What the hell is-" he quiets me before I finish. He puts everything back, and retreats. "Sam?" I called. "Sam! What does this mean?"

"I don't know." he says, as we go down the stairs. I join back with Natalie as he goes back into the office, mentioning the divorce. As soon as they mention that Uncle Don had an affair, Natalie rages out into the office, but Sam and Dean were leaving. Good. I wouldn't save them from her wrath anyway.

When they're gone, we face him. "You cheated on Aunt Maggie?" we ask evilly.

Uncle Don sighs. "Look, girls, it's complicated. Maggie and I needed some time apart, so-"

"So it's okay to be screwing your blonde assistant?" I retort. "I don't believe this shit."

"Wait a minute! Nothing is going on between me and Jenny!" he argues.

"That's what they all say," I wave my hand. "You see, Natalie? I knew I shouldn't have come! I'm leaving." I turn to the other exit of the office.

They both open their mouths to stop me, but my phone rings; I check it to see it's Megan's name on the caller ID. If you took one look at Megan Summers, she would appear as your casual fifteen year old with blonde hair and blue eyes, but really, she's so not normal.

She is human…but she has Grace in her. She was chosen from my Granddad God himself for her to be a protector of him and the Earth. Bet that pissed the angels off – isn't that the moral of their jobs?

Instead of her voice on the other end, I hear Colby's. "Your aunt is hot." he muses.

…He did not just say that.

Colby is another story. A long time ago, he was called Colby, the Angel of Coal, who took a vessel of a fifteen year old boy. But, he was assigned to protect a young human Prophet, and he ended up falling in love with her, which was "against the rules". It got both of them killed.

Colby was sent to hell, and turned into a demon because of this. Seventy-seven years later, or rather, nine-thousand, two-hundred and forty Hell years later, he was freed from Hell to assist me and Megan for…something…but that won't happen anymore. It's a story for another time…

…that ends in Colby confessing his love for me.

"Where are you?" I ask him to diverge the starting topic.

"Outside of the art auction with Megan and the kids," by kids, he means Adena, my almost six month old sister, and Juliet Carlisle, a five year old Nephilim. She's an adorable kid who is very strong willed and resilient. "Where are you?"

"On my way there." I tell him. "Is Jackson with you?" I assume to hope.

"He went to find your grandma." I don't like the resentment in his tone, but I ignore it.

"Stay there, then. Be there soon." I hang up and face the other two. "I'm going to see Aunt Maggie."

"I'll come," Natalie says.

"I'm glad you two came over," Uncle Don admits. "I hope you'll come back."

"Maybe," I go to the door and step out. Quickly I return to my car. I turn it on as Natalie climbs into the passenger seat.

"Did something else happen?" she asks urgently.

"Sam found something in the closet upstairs," I say quietly, pulling away from the curb.

"He…what?"

As I drive away from the house, I say, "I think Uncle Don is a witch."

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