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Looking For Angels

The Unfallen Angel sequel

"Going through this life, looking for angels, people passing by, looking for angels," ~ Skillet

xxx

June 11, 2010
Pike Creek, Delaware

"That one's ugly," I groaned plainly.

Lyra sighed. "How about that one, Lynn?" She pointed at a ruby-red Monte Carlo.

"Mmm… nah." I turned my head around... and there she was. "THAT ONE!" I exclaimed, pointing excitedly.

Lyra looked. "Well," she sighed. It was a 1997 black Buick LeSabre. "Really Lynn?" She appeared doubtful.

"Yes! Oh, she's gorgeous." I gushed.

With the snap of a finger, and some mind-tricking, the car dealer handed me the keys saying, "Have a good day ladies." No paperwork or anything haha!

"The perks of being an angel," I remarked happily, opening the driver door. "Well... half angel, half demon." I corrected for myself.

"Can you even drive?" Lyra asked jokingly, waiting as I popped open the trunk.

"I totally can. Why?" I answered, going in the back to put my suitcase in the trunk. Lyra put hers first, then mine. Next we both got in the car, and I stuck the key in the ignition.

"You're fifteen," Lyra reminded.

I glared. "So are you!" I argued.

"But I have a license! And I'll be sixteen in October!" She argued back.

"How the hell do you have a license at fifteen?"

Lyra smirked. "The perks of being an angel."

"Smart ass," I scowled, turning the key. As the car roared to life, I sighed again. "Music to my ears." I sighed happily. Lyra rolled her eyes. I looked at the radio. "Oh no way!" I exclaimed. It was a modern, up to date JVC stereo. "Time to go get some CD's."

"Who taught you to drive?" Lyra wondered.

"Sa- err, someone you don't know," I answered.

As for as I knew, Sam Winchester was still in Hell... jumped into the Cage with Michael... saw it with my own eyes.

I didn't want to think about that day...

"Sam! It's not gonna end this way! Step back!"

"You're gonna have to make me!" Sam yelled back.

"I have to fight my brother, Sam! Here and now! It's my destiny!" Michael continued.

"FUCK DESTINY!" I roared at them. "I DID!" Michael and Sam ignored me both. Sam held out his arms, preparing to jump. Michael roared, and tackled him.

And together, I watched them both fall in the hole.

Lyra chuckled. "If you say so..." She gazed out of the window. "Where does that guy you said, Bobby, Live at?" She asked.

"South Dakota," I told her. I put the gear in drive, and pulled out of the parking lot. "But first... we're going to eat." I decided.

"But your grandma made like the world's biggest breakfast this morning." Lyra reminded.

"Well it wasn't big enough," I scowled. Lyra gave a laugh, then skimmed through the glove box. "Pitch all those manuals in the back seat." I told her.

One by one, she pitched about five books behind her. Then we both glanced at each other. Her long chocolate hair was put up in a ponytail, something I'd never seen her do. Her eyes were also chocolate, they literally were the exact color, which always made me hungry. I looked at the rear view mirror. I have wavy, near black, mostly dark brown hair. My eyes are an emerald color, the deepest and shiniest green you'll ever see.

I adjusted the mirror, and made our way out onto the road.

And now, one year later, I adjust the mirror like some neat-freak habit and take a quick glance at my cousin, sixteen now going on seventeen year old Lyra Agate.

My name is Lynn Logan. I'm sixteen years old but not average. My life changed almost two years ago, when an Angel of the Lord named Castiel found me, and told me that I was the daughter of the Devil... literally.

Sure enough, Lucifer took the vessel of my best friend's uncle, Nick. Because of that, I had been tempted to join him when he offered. But... killing humanity? Don't think so, Daddy-O. I joined Castiel, and two rather odd brothers named Dean and Sam Winchester.

We kicked ass, and survived the Apocalypse. The only way that happened was because Sam allowed Lucifer to wear him to the prom, but he ended up jumping into the hole to Hell, made by the four rings of the Horsemen of the Apocalypse. He took Michael with him too, the Archangel. He took the vessel of the Winchesters' half-brother, Adam.

I thought it was all over... and then I met Lyra. My real cousin, and Gabriel's younger daughter. Yes... younger. Talk about Heaven's playboy, Uncle Gabe. Who knows how many kids he has. He's dead if you didn't know. My father killed Lyra's father.

Huh.

After I returned from Hell, Lyra and I left to start hunting, saving people, carrying on what the Winchesters can no longer do. With what they've taught me, I've taught Lyra, and we've even taught each other new things while hunting together.

It's been one hell of an interesting year, but these days of ours were going to change very soon.

Lyra seemed to favor hotels, but I had been so used to just motels, thanks to the Winchesters. We just paid for a room at a decent one in the area, and we quickly settled in.

"Mind if I shower first?" Lyra asked.

I shook my head. "Go ahead. I'm gonna find something to eat." I told her. She nodded and went into the bathroom.

I then did a nice, long stretch before going outside. Standing outside of the door, I decided to cross the street to approach a local bar and grill. As I took the first step onto the concrete sidewalk, I heard it.

Hello, Lynn

I stumbled and tripped. Who was that?

I didn't recognize the voice. But… it was the most beautiful voice I've ever heard. It was clearly a man's voice. Very deep, and clear. But it also sounded sweet and soothing - like nursery music.

It sounded like an angel.

I blinked, getting up. Was it Castiel? His real voice?

Hello to you I said back. I continued walking.

Doing well I assume? He asked me.

Um… yeah I am. Who is this?

You'll find out soon enough

Is it you, Cas? I guessed. I reached the road by then, looking both ways. It was a beautiful night. Nothing was in seeing distance, except the motel and bar and grill. I glanced at the sky. The stars were really shining.

No he finally said.

Oh... Are you an angel?

I am.

Cool

He seemed okay, even though I didn't know who he was.

When I reached the bar, a large African-American guy, a security dude of some sort, stopped me. "ID please." He said, obviously seeing that I'm young. Instead, I slowly moved my index finger in a circle, grinning at him. He blinked, then stepped aside. "Welcome." He mumbled.

"Thanks." I replied, walking past him.

I sat on a stool on the counter in the middle of the room. "What can I get you?" A bartender came up; she looked like an older version of Natalie, my sister. Pale blonde hair and blue eyes.

"Um..." I looked up at the menu. "Oh, I want a large order of fries. That's all."

"Okay, anything to drink?" She offered next.

"Yes, uh… oh. A glass of MacCutcheon." I decided.

She frowned. "I'll need to see some ID-" she started. I sighed, then circled my finger again. She blinked and then smiled. "Right away ma'am." She said, walking away.

Several minutes later, I got my delicious smelling order of fries. "Mmm…" I said, cramming myself happily. My excuse is my vessel must like greasy foods. My plate of fries were fully empty long before the girl returned with my glass for a refill. "Wow, hungry?" She assumed.

I nodded. "Yes." I answered as she handled my refill.

"Here you go, anything else?" she said.

"Nah, thanks." I smiled at her.

"Okay, I'll be back with your check." She told me, walking away.

Lyra slid in the seat next to me right as I finished my third plate of fries. "You have an obsession."

"That I do. You want anything?"

"No I'm good, geez you're drinking too?" She saw my half-empty glass of whiskey.

"Sure, why not?" I laughed.

She grinned. "You're turning into my dad." She chuckled. "He drank a lot in between all the candy he ate."

"That's fine with me, better than turning out to be like my dad." I shrugged.

"Oh...I'm sorry—" She started.

"Nah, don't worry about it."

Within another half hour, Lyra and I left to return to our room. Inside, I grabbed my phone and turned it off, putting it back in my suitcase. I pulled out some clothes and my bathing supplies.

"I'm off to shower." I announced.

"Okay." Lyra replied, turning the TV on, and plopping on her bed.

Later on, after we were both sound asleep, my dreams conquered my delicate mind. I had to force myself to sleep of course. That's a human thing, and I'm far from it.

And sometimes, I can dream.

I blinked at the sight of all the small children, realizing I was at a park. I was seated on a bench, watching all their happy and squealing faces.

"Hello, Lynn."

I turned my head to see Sam sitting on the bench next to me. "Sam?" I said to him. He was wearing a pure white suit, which was kind of freaky. He smiled in a way that was unlike him.

"Guess again."

My eyes widened.

Lucifer.

"Uh-" I stuttered. "How are you he-? I-" I could hardly speak.

"Relax... you're dreaming." He assured.

I blinked. "How are you even talking to me?" I asked.

"It took me some time to get to you... and now I did." He admitted.

"Are you on Earth?" I asked fearfully.

He smiled in his un-Sam like way. "No." He answered.

"Why are you in Sam's form? In Hell... you were Nick, I was told that... because a fraction of his soul was there, because he said yes to you." I remembered.

"Yes, but Sam... he is missing something as well."

What?

I took a deep breath. "What do you want?" I asked.

"Actually nothing. I just wanted to say hello." He answered sincerely.

I blinked again, making a realization. "That voice… it was you?" I opened my mouth in shock.

"Yes." He revealed.

I rubbed my eyes. "I can't believe I'm saying this but… you sound beautiful." I told him.

He smiled again and then looked at all the kids playing. I looked over too. All the happy kids made me smile at them.

I looked back over—and saw that Father was gone.

I opened my eyes.

"Lynn?" Lyra hovered over me. I blinked and then looked towards the window. The sun was rising over the horizon. I mumbled and sat up. "You okay?" She asked. "You were mumbling like you were sleep talking."

"Yeah..." I lied. "I was having a dream, that's all."