June 12, 2011

When we were all ready to go, we went out to my very beautiful car when I decided to let Lyra drive, I was too distracted. For one thing, I realized that freaking Lucifer can talk to me. I haven't told Lyra yet. I kind of don't want to... she'll freak.

Lyra turned the key in the ignition. "I grabbed this when I went over to the main lobby of the motel." She handed me a newspaper. "Read the side article."

I flipped it up and squinted my emerald eyes. 'Dover Drownings' was the title. I started to read. "Unusual drownings down in Dover. All happened at the nearby lake, causes unknown." I read aloud. "Okay? So?" I looked at Lyra.

"A sixteen year old and an eleven year old? Went for a swim and never came back out. Police searched the water; they found nothing." She explained.

I widened my eyes. "Huh…" I said, glancing at the article. I blinked. "What do you think's doing it?" I asked.

She shrugged. "Let's find out, yeah?"


Dover, Delaware

"I kind of feel bad for Dean." I announced as we got out of the car, after pulling up in front of a house.

"Why?" Lyra asked.

"The—he had to forge ID's and pretend he was FBI or something. To help solve cases and such." I explained.

"And we can just mind trick right?" Lyra guessed.

I nodded. "So this is it?" It was a fairly large green-blue house.

"The Jones family," Lyra added, stepping ahead.

I zapped over to the porch. "You're slow," I told her. She gave a laugh-smile and knocked on the door. A small, adorable little boy answered. Short blonde hair and big, pure, innocent blue eyes. He was wearing a Go Diego Go! shirt with tan pants. Immediately my expression changed and I knelt down to him.

"Hi," I said softly. "Is your mommy or daddy here?" I asked him.

He nodded. "Are you guys friends with Savannah?" He asked us.

I blinked. "Who?" I asked.

"She's my big sister," he explained in a tiny and sad voice.

My mouth fell open when I realized that Savannah was the sixteen year old who went missing. "Yeah buddy. We are." I told him.

"Will she come home soon? I miss her." He asked me with eyes still wide and big.

I felt my mouth quiver a little, "I don't know yet buddy." I said sincerely.

"Aaron?" A lady with curly dark hair in a ponytail and hazel eyes came around the corner.

"Hi Mrs. Jones," Lyra said suddenly, holding out her hand. "I'm Lyra Agate, this is Lynn Logan." They shook hands. "We'd like to ask you some questions about Savannah and Jared." She explained.

Mrs. Jones looked startled. "Aaron, go to your room." She looked down to him.

"Okay…" Aaron turned and ran upstairs.

"How old is he?" I asked.

"He's four." His mother answered.

"Mrs. Jones—" Lyra started.

"Please. Call me Kate," she corrected. "Come in."


The couch was across the room, facing us. It looked comfy... pear colored, yet it looked like leather. There was a blue and white love seat facing the right wall which held the stairway. And the TV was near the door, facing the couch.

We seated ourselves on the couch; Kate offered it. "What… what would you like to know?" Her face quivered.

"When did the disappearance happen?" Lyra asked seriously.

Kate looked down. "Three days ago. Savannah offered to take Jared out swimming… and they didn't-" she broke out in tears.

Lyra placed a hand on her shoulder. "We'll find out what happened, Kate. I promise. Can you tell us where the lake is at?" She wondered.

Kate stopped. "Are you guys cops?" She asked. I snapped my fingers. Kate went wide-eyed and then looked confused.

"The lake, Kate?" I questioned. Lyra snarled over and her chocolate eyes glared at me.

"On the dead end street... Smith Avenue." Kate explained.

I smiled then got up. "Thanks so much Mrs. Jones." I started for the door.

"It'll be okay," Lyra whispered to her, then quickly followed. She saw Aaron, his hands gripped on the stair poles. "Bye Aaron."

"Bye…" he said back, eyes still big and wide.


Outside, Lyra smacked me in the back of my head, similar to Gibbs and DiNozzo.

"You are so rude! You can't rush things like that! She lost her kids for Gabriel's sake!" She yelled in my ear.

I stopped. "Did you just say 'for Gabriel's sake'?" I thought this was almost hilarious. She shrugged. I looked down for a second. "I like that." I admitted.

"We should split up. You go check out the lake, and I'll go visit some more parents who lost their kids." Lyra explained impatiently.

I nodded. "Alright." I started down the sidewalk.

"You're gonna walk to the lake?" Lyra guessed.

"No, I'll fly. I know where it is." I corrected.

She frowned. "Then why'd you ask Kate where it was?"

"Later!" I waved, zapping off.

Lyra did a sarcastic laugh as she opened the driver door of the Buick. "She's so strange even to this day." She sighed aloud.

"Are you not as strange as well?"

Lyra jumped and saw a man a little ways down the road. He had partially gray-black hair, and blue-gray eyes. "Who the-?" Lyra stuttered at the stranger. She blinked as he zapped right up to her.

"Hello love." He greeted in a sweet, low voice. He cupped her chin with his right hand, and gave her a passionate kiss. Her eyes got wide, utterly confused. When he pulled away he smiled.

"Who are you?" Lyra asked, eyes narrowed.

He gently stroked her long chocolate hair. "That's for me to know and for you to find out." He whispered, then disappeared.

Lyra blinked. Did she hallucinate? Or did a real strange guy come up and kiss her? Who was he? How did he know her?

Furious, she got in the car and drove off to continue with the case.


The lake was uber-odd. It was a little too quiet… like in a Friday the 13th movie.

Um… are you there? I asked to myself, hoping my devil father would answer.

No response.

"Why is it that WHEN I need him he's not there?" I mumbled aloud.

"LYNN!"

I jumped around in shock to see a horrified looking Lyra. "What?" I asked, blinking.

"It's a vengeful spirit! I figured it out!" She exclaimed.

"What?" I repeated.

"It's the only thing I could think of. Maybe there's someone taking all the kids, it's possible that they drowned here a long time ago, and now they want revenge." Lyra explained.

"And you know all this so fast how…?" I asked.

She shrugged. "Angel sense." She decided.

"So… how do we stop it then?" I asked.

"Well—" Lyra started.

I then raised one of my shiny green eyes as I saw dark figures suddenly standing behind her. "What the…" I said.

Lyra turned around, then she backed up next to me. There were three guys, all dressed in suits. The guy in the middle looked oddly familiar. Then I knew it—

"Raphael," I realized.

Lyra blinked. "The Archangel?" She realized.

I grimaced. "What do you want?" I demanded.

The Archangel lowered his head, and continued to stare. His two henchmen the pulled out Archangel Blades.

"Oh what the—!" I jumped back.

Lynn, get away from there, now! Lucifer's angelic-voice shrieked in my head.

Oh, NOW he shows up?

"I've come to give you an opportunity," Raphael offered

I glared. "For what?" I asked.

"To rule Heaven," a henchmen said.

"What? But Castiel—" I started.

"Castiel is not doing what he should be," Raphael stopped me.

I blinked. "Well I think that he's a better 'God' than you. So I'm gonna decline your offer, Uncle." I decided.

"So unwise," Raphael said calmly.

His henchmen advanced on us.

Lyra breathed in and braced herself. "Now I will have to finish you off." Raphael pretended to encourage sadness.

The henchman on the left came at me. He thrust his sword out and I did a Matrix move, bending sideways to evade. Then I grabbed the sword and tried turning it against him. But he grabbed my side and uppercut me with his knee.

"Gah!" I groaned, taking in the pain. He lifted me up and threw me out on the lake, and I went under, slamming rock-bottom. Lyra spun around and kicked the other angel in his face, making him drop his sword. Quickly she picked it up and stabbed him in his upper chest.

His face shone a flash of white, and down he went, wings imprinting into the ground. Just then she got backhanded by the other angel, knocking her over into a tree, which split in half on impact.

As she lay groaning, Raphael went down to her. "I think I'll let you live for now. I'm curious to see how this plays out... until next time." He finally disappeared, his remaining henchman following.

Lyra began crying in both pain and misery.


In the water, I finally opened my eyes. And when I did I swear I was hallucinating; I saw a GIRL.

She was glaring, and she grabbed me.

I was too weak to react as she dragged me to the surface. I gasped deeply for air; my throat was burning. The girl then threw me out of the water, and I landed hard on my back on the ground.

"Oh…" I moaned.

"Are you alright?" The girl asked in a harsh voice. I squinted my soaked eyes and stared at her. Her hair looked practically white. And she had pretty sky-blue eyes.

"Eh…" I mumbled. "Are you the one… taking the kids?" I managed to ask.

"No, I am not. If you would like, I will be their savior." She offered.

I blinked. "What the hell..." I mumbled, taking deep breaths.

The girl sighed and then she snapped her fingers.

Suddenly several figures appeared. I recognized two of them from the newspaper, Savannah and Jared Jones. They all looked around, totally confused. "Go home," the girl said to them. "It's over now." She reassured them.

I started feeling dizzy, and my vision was fading.

"Listen to me... Michael and Lucifer are trapped in the Cage. Gabriel's dead. That leaves Raphael. He must be stopped." The girl started to explain.

I managed to notice that Raphael's dead henchman's bodies were gone... what the hell...

And then I blacked out.


The girl sighed, then re-adjusted my body, so I'd sleep comfortably.

After all the kids were gone, she snapped her fingers, and my black LeSabre appeared.

Then she got up, went over to Lyra, who passed out from the pain, and dragged her over next to me.

The girl stood up straight, looked at us, then disappeared. When she reappeared, she said to an angel, "Raphael left them unharmed. For the most part."

"Ah, good. Then he must want them alive if he didn't kill them," the other angel, who spoke in a clear French accent, said amusingly. Then he quickly looked behind her.

"What is it Balthazar?" The white-haired girl asked, also looking behind her.

"Get out of here Racquel. One of my old acquaintances has arrived," Balthazar announced, stepping forward.

"Who?" Racquel asked.

"My dear old friend Castiel, from the war." He told her.

"Castiel? The one who's running Heaven?" She realized.

"Yes. Now leave," Balthazar instructed.

"Yes, fine." Racquel concluded, before vanishing again.