White Russians Heal the Soul
Chapter 2
Several years later
Dean Winchester sped through the city in his 67 Impala. Seattle. New Years Eve in Seattle. He had longed to be back, he hadn't been here for several years. The last time he was here was one of his most memorable experiences. He wished he could have taken Sam here one last time. Even if he hadn't of been too fond of the city. But it didn't matter now. His Sammy was dead. Lisa had wanted to come but he said he needed to do this one alone. It wasn't like he needed a break from her and Ben, he just wanted to experience this city alone one more time. He was headed to this bar that he hoped was still in business, struggling to remember where exactly it was. Damn, he hadn't had one of those drinks in ages. White Russians he thought they were called. And he was craving one right this very second.
But the thing, or person rather, that he came back for was her. Leliel. He wondered if she was still stuck in that dilapidated old house, still going to the same old bar after all these years. He didn't tell Sam about her when he was alive, but secretly he kept an eye out for her. Even when the apocalypse was nigh and all. Yeah sure, Lisa was the one he knew he would always turn to. But he would give anything in the world right now just to see her one last time. Every single bar he had gone into since that night, he had looked around the entire place, even went in the ladies rooms. Sometimes he thought he had seen glimpses of her, but it was just his imagination working in overdrive. Her hair. He knew he could spot her just by her hair from a mile away.
The hunter slammed on the breaks as a huge shadow loomed before him. It looked undeniably supernatural.
"Son of a bitch. Can't even get one night off. I'm supposed to be done with this and living my normal happy apple pie life."
He sighed and pulled the car over to an alley wall. He looked through the windshield and saw the large and ominous black shadow move further into the alley and grow smaller and smaller. He stepped outside of his Pala, popped open the trunk, grabbed a gun, and pressed onward into the macabre night.
"Hello? Creepy Supernatural thing?"
He gave up quickly.
"Oh, come on! Just show your face already! I got places to be!"
A woman stepped out of the shadows and he recognized her immediately.
"Leliel?"
She walked closer and he allowed himself to walk towards the back of the alley. She looked different, no longer did blond hair shine around her shoulders. It was black now.
"You came back? Why?"
"I never stopped thinking about you. I'm sorry. I would've come sooner but I've been really busy the past few years and…"
"I know."
"No, believe me you don't."
"No Dean, she walked closer until she was inches from his face, believe me I do know."
"Who are you?" Dean took a step back from her but she only took a step closer.
"Back then you didn't know. But now, take a guess."
"If you were a demon I would have known back then. So…"
It finally dawned on him. Of course he wouldn't have known back then. He didn't even know her kind existed back then. He would have laughed in her face. That explained the way her hair had been glowing. It was still glowing right now, which was definitely more supernatural considered it was as black as the eyes of a demon. She was wearing a black trench coat and she looked almost completely different than when they had seen each other last.
"I missed you, Dean."
She smiled and put a hand on his shoulder.
"You're an angel. But what kind of name is, Leliel?"
"I'm an angel of the night, Dean. I can control everything in the night. Whether it's the moon, she looked up at the sky and Dean watched as it changed from full to quarter, or how deep the shadows, Dean looked around as the night steadily grew darker, even the stars."
"That explains the shadow."
"That's how I came down to earth."
"What do you want with me?" he abruptly asked her.
She laughed and smiled wider.
"Why, Dean. I never wanted anything from you. I just simply wanted to meet you. I have been watching over you for decades and have been fascinated by what I have seen. Your soul, Dean. It's lovely."
"Don't flatter me. I've heard the truth, about how I'm dead inside."
"Whoever told you that? Cause believe me, young hunter, you are the farthest thing from dead."
"What? So you're my guardian angel or something? Noticed I already have one?"
"Who, Castiel? Oh believe me, Dean, he's not your guardian angel. And I'm not either."
"What are you doing down here?"
"Taking to you. I wanted to tell you back then, but every conversation has its right place in time."
"Why are you telling me now? How'd you even know I would come back?"
"I realize the effect I have had on you, Dean. You have had the same on me."
Leliel allowed herself to kiss the young hunter standing before her. He had come back. Surely that must mean something. She actually was not surprised to feel his lips press against her own. As soon as she collected herself she pulled away.
"My apologies."
"Why?"
"Angels are not meant to have certain feelings towards humans. Though I am sure you learned that from your angel."
"Do you know him?"
"No. But I have heard of him."
He leaned in to kiss her again but she pulled away.
"But what if I have feelings for you?"
"I know you do, but you mustn't act on them."
"Screw destiny. Screw expectations."
Dean wanted more than anything now to take a leap of faith.
"Come away with me."
He only knew half of what he was doing.
"I am an angel. I have responsibilities. I cannot simply choose to abandon my family and fall from grace."
"Why did you lie to me? Why are you telling me the truth now if you don't want me to do anything about it?"
"Because!"
"Because what!"
"Because I know who you are and I want you to know who I am. I want you to know angels are watching over you and that angels are capable of loving."
She sighed and paced around the dark alley.
"It took everything in my power not to come down here, but when I saw you alone that night I could not resist. I hate for you to feel like you are alone, Dean."
He simply stared at her wanting to say something, anything, but not knowing what.
"My family doesn't understand and I knew seeing you and interacting with you in your world would do no good, but I didn't care back then and I don't care right now."
She shook her head and felt like slapping herself in the face.
"I'm supposed to be fighting right now, Dean. But instead, I came down here on a whim, just because I had a feeling that you would come back."
"And I did."
"And you did, she couldn't disagree, but I came back to say goodbye."
"Just like the last time."
She didn't have a clue what to say to the disappointed hunter. But she knew humans well enough to say something.
"I'm glad you got out of the life, Dean. I wasn't sure how you would take to me since you got out."
"Well, I didn't expect you to change your hair."
She laughed at that. God, she loved to laugh. Humans were so beautiful because they could laugh at one moment and cry the next. She just hated to watch the crying part.
"You like it?"
"I do. Just makes it a little bit harder to recognize you."
"I should be going. I'm already in enough trouble as it is. I was never supposed to come back down to this beautiful planet."
"Will I ever see you again?"
"Maybe. Maybe not."
She promised herself she would never lie to him again. It nearly killed her the first time. Dean watched in amazement as she began to fade back into a shadow. She stepped forward and gave him a light and airy kiss on the cheek. He stepped back to watch her after that.
"By the way, those White Russians really helped my mood. But that wasn't the only thing."
He saw a faint flicker of a smile as she faded away completely into thick black smoke and began to ascend to the heavens. He could see wings now, faint flickers of silver.
"Like I said, they do heal the soul."
He stepped back further. Not really afraid, just cautious.
"Say hello to Lisa for me. And Dean? Take care of yourself."
"You too, Leliel. Maybe we'll see each other again sooner than you think."
Dean closed his eyes as the shadow engulfed him. When he opened them she was gone. With no trace she had even been there at all. He walked back to the Impala, looking up at the sky every step of the way. And he decided. Even if she wasn't here anymore, it didn't mean he couldn't go back to the bar and have a drink of his own. And so ten minutes later he sat at the same seat he had sat at the last time. He sipped his White Russian this time instead of gulping it down. Savoring it. Savoring her memory.
He glanced over as a woman sat beside him. Short bright red hair and a strapless black dress. He didn't know why, but he thought of Lisa. Missed her. Wished she was here right now.
"I'm Sophia."
Dean sighed, relieved to hear a common and human name.
"Dean."
He looked away and drank his drink. And as if taking his unspoken cue, she looked away and drank hers.
Yeah, Dean thought to himself, it's gonna be a long apple pie life. But at least I have Lisa. And at least I have a soul. Here's to you, Leliel. He raised his White Russian and took a little sip.
"Here's to meeting again in another life."
FIN