I am not the owner of Supernatural.
Okay, I got a little lost in plotting this story, so I forgot to actually write the next chapter ;) Thanks for the patience! I know I usually post sooner. I was at home, and I felt the urge to bake cookies, and I was whipping them so ferociously along to my music, I thought of myself in a 'Supernatural' situation. I instantly knew Dean would be infuriated with my music, and I just had to use it. Be on the look out! Review what you think!
Lucy was so stunned to see the woman from her dream that she lost every single bit of manners her mother had drilled into her mind. She did not invite her in and offer her a drink; she just stood there with her mouth hanging open, gaping at the almost angelic and harsh woman from her dream.
"You should shut your mouth. You'll catch flies." Were the first words that came from the White Woman's mouth. Lucy shut her mouth, but continued to stare. "Don't look so confused. When I brought you back to life, I told you we had plans. You should have been anxiously awaiting my return. Can I come in?" Lucy said nothing, but swung the door open for her, and shut it when she walked in. The White Woman examined Marie's house. "It's quite a change of pace. It's a nice place, though. But I really do think that other place suited you better."
"Who- Who are you?" Lucy finally managed to muster out.
"Pearl. Your mortal enemy." She extended her hand.
"Excuse me; my what?" Lucy said, choking on her own saliva.
"You know about angels, right?" Lucy nodded. She had heard of them.
"I'm half angel. And you're half demon. We have plans together; and sadly they do not include holding hands while frolicking through a meadow. Hey, shouldn't you offer me a drink or something?" Pearl swiped her finger along the bookcase in the kitchen, finding dust and scrunching her nose. Lucy nodded and got Pearl a glass of water.
"What kind of plans?" Lucy asked with a dry throat.
"We are both a very important part of a biblical prophecy." She gratefully accepted the glass of water. "We are to fight, representing Heaven and Hell." She motioned to herself for Heaven and at Lucy for Hell. "We fight to the death, of course. Warriors are not given mercy. And whichever side wins, will rule over the earth for all eternity. You see, to my understanding, each of us have a special set of skills. And we are to use these in battle. But, of course, there is still going to be our good ole biblical apocalypse, just, our battle will determine who rules afterward." This was a lot for Lucy to handle. And where had Marie gone?
"Those are some pretty nerve-wracking plans. Don't I get a say in this? I don't want to fight to the death! I just want to pass my driver's exam!" Lucy was pleading to her 'mortal enemy'. "And, since you're my mortal enemy, why are you in my living room, making small talk? Don't enemies plot against each other, instead of drinking water in their kitchen? And where the frack is Marie?" She started to walk out of the kitchen in search of her best friend. "Marie? Where did you run off to? I kind of need the moral support right now!"
"Your friend is not here at the moment. I had to send her away. We needed to speak privately."
"Couldn't you have just knocked her out or something? This is really inconvenient!"
"I'm sorry. You being my mortal enemy, I didn't really have your best interests in mind." She said, throwing Lucy's words back into her face. She saw how it hurt Lucy and took it back. "I apologize. I am here to make you aware of your destiny. And, no, you don't really have a say in it. It's destiny."
"What if I refuse to fight?" Lucy scoffed.
"Then we will transport you to the battlefield and I will kill you. If you chose not to put up a fight, then you really are screwed. Sorry, Charlie."
"I didn't expect an angel to be sarcastic."
"I didn't think that was sarcasm. And don't forget, I am half human." Lucy laughed at that. "Oh, and your welcome for saving your ass a few years ago. Your mother say hello from Heaven." And with that, Pearl was gone. No exiting through the door, just, poof. Gone. And Marie appeared out of no where. She practically fell on top of Lucy.
"What the hell was that?" She yelled when she caught her balance. Lucy explained the whole situation to her. And she was speechless. Angels? Biblical battles? It was all a bit far fetched. But regardless, she accepted it. "I think you need to call in the Brothers Grimm for this one." Lucy agreed. She flipped open her phone.
"Dean? Hey! Look, we've got a certain… Angelic problem. I need you guys here. Can you come? Great. Thank you. I will explain everything when you get here. Oh? You have an Angelic problem yourself? We can swap stories when you arrive. Thanks. Bye." Marie could only hear one side of the conversation, but it didn't take a genius to catch on. They were coming!
"When will they be here?"
"If they drive all night then probably tomorrow afternoon. They'll call when they're close." Lucy paused to gather her thoughts. "Marie, I'm pretty freaked about this one. I don't want to die. I'm sixteen! I still have to get my license! I flunked my last quiz, and they probably won't let me within ten mile proximity of a car unless I study my eyes out, so I really don't have time for a biblical battle!" A tear escaped Lucy's eyes.
"I know, babe." Marie pulled her into a tight hug.
The next day, Sam called after they got out of school. They would be there within the hour. And Lucy was in a baking frenzy. She had peanut butter cookie dough in the fridge and she was mixing a batch of chocolate chip cookies from scratch. She had 'Carolina Liar' blaring through the speakers and she was whipping the cookies like it was her life at stake. In a way, it really was. Sam and Dean walked through the door and Dean immediately shielded his ears.
"What is this torture?" He yelled. Marie walked them into the kitchen and warned them Lucy was not okay, but nothing could prepare them for this sight. Lucy had flour in her hair, it was all over her clothes and her forehead, and she had dough covering her hands. She also had many egg yolk stains on her clothes. Not to mention the vanilla on her cheek. Lucy was a mess. And she didn't even notice. She was beating cookie dough around and around in circles that made Marie a bit dizzy.
"What the hell?" Dean yowled; still trying to shield his mind from what was now 'Nicki Manaj'. "What is going on here?"
"She goes into a baking frenzy when she gets anxious or nervous. It tastes good, but it does everyone more harm than good." Marie explained to them.
"Lucy, what have you to be anxious about?" Sam asked, trying to get through to her.
"It's no use," Marie warned him.
"Battle," She mumbled. "Batter… Butter… Driver's exam… Pearl." Everything was in a jumble. Sam could not decipher what she was saying.
"Someone shut off this crappy excuse for music! I can feel my brain melting! And believe me, I know the feeling." Dean pleaded. Marie reached over and shut off Lucy's music. Lucy stopped moving and slowly tilted her head to face Marie. She gave her the iciest glare she had ever given anyone. And then she whipped batter into her face. Marie gasped and stumbled backward, wiping it away from her eyes.
"If this wasn't the tastiest batter I had ever put in my mouth, I would kill you right here and now!" She yelled, wiping it into her mouth. "Now, chill. Tell the Bros here what's what." Lucy seemed to snap at least semi-out of her daze, at least enough to tell them the story.
"When my mom was eating me a few years back this girl came to me in my dreams. She had long wavy blonde hair and fair skin and she wore a short white dress. She told me to wake up, because we had plans. I did. Yesterday she showed up at my doorstep, and told me just what our plans were. We are to fight to the death, representing Heaven and Hell. I bet you can guess which one I am." They could. "Whichever one wins is the side that will come onto earth and rule after the biblical apocalypse. But here's the thing; I don't want to fight to the death. I don't want Hell to win, but I don't want to die! And I'm supposed to use my demon powers! I don't want to! But she told me if I refused, they would transport me to the battlegrounds and she would kill me anyway. I have to go, but whether or not I fight is my choice. And her name is Pearl."
"Great. This is just magical news." Dean said sarcastically. Lucy returned to whipping her batter. "Well, I guess an angel raised me from Hell to do his dirty work." Lucy nodded.
"I guess that leaves one question," They all looked at Lucy expectantly. "Do you guys like nuts in your cookies?"
Yep. Lucy had lost it. Again.