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Well, Allons-y

"She's gifted with three main things. She is a Batanokinesis which means that she can control and creates plants. As you would call it Time Control; now this is different than what most people consider it, she may jump through time. Much like I sent Dean back, but she can also alter the time-range of things such as..." He breaks and looks around, his eyes land on my homework on the counter. "Those papers, she can alter their time-range to where they are unwritten or to where they are yellowed. As well as objects and people she can do it to areas; one in which she can bring the past of the area to life like if she wanted to recreate the battle of Troy, she could, but she can also view it like a movie, she can also do that." He breathes and looks at me...well I think so, although my mind's a little blown.

"Well, is there more?" Dean asks.

"There is, although I do not know them. These powers start to appear one week after your angel makes his presence known."

Cue trio, "Angel!"

"Cas what do you mean angel? How does an eighteen year old get her own personal angel?" Dean inquires, again with the fricken' eighteen, not that I'm not flattered but still.

Sammy beats me to it. "Uhm Dean?"

"Yeah Sammy?"

"She's not," cue le cough, "she's not eighteen."

Shock face! "What do you mean she's not! Take a look at her of course she's-"

"Fifteen." This makes Shorty stop dead cold.

"What? No, that means...but you...Son of a Bitch!" All while he's arguing with himself his face contorts like he's just sucked on a lemon (Yum! I really mean it, they're awesome!) to he's taking a crap.

"Easy tiger, really thank you for the compliments, I hardly get them even if I don't believe them. You aren't the first to think I'm older than like seventeen or something. But at least you're handling this better than some other creeps did." Maybe that'll ease him...

"So you're fifteen..." Man he's thick in the head.

"Yes, not on to more pressing matters," turn to Angel boy, "what do you mean I have my own angel? In places that I've had to deal with, they've really not been much help."

Cassy looks conflicted...I wonder if it has to do with blowing up the angel's spot, do angels have like 'wing code' or whatever? Is he spilling too much...welp, only one way to tell. "All Beloveds are assigned one of three of the Archangels: Micheal, Rapheal, and Gabriel. Jesus as an example, got Gabriel, Hammurabi, Micheal. They are chosen to the situation and or personality of the Beloved. At times there have been incidences where none or all of the angels were chosen. They were the hardest because either the Beloved had no guide, or they were too confused with three different perspectives talking in their minds."

So...I'm gonna have a person talking in my head. Yeah, not weird at all. "Wait, so you mean to say that I won't actually meet my angel?"

"Well, perhaps, there are certian occasions where the angel chooses to appear onesself to their Beloved. But how an angel interacts with their Beloved is entirely up to them. Majority of the time they choose not to in order to not gain feelings or in some cases attraction. I do not have the information to tell you who your angel will be, but I believe it will be Micheal or Rapheal, they are the ones most often chosen."

Attraction...? Why would an angel...ya know I don't really want to dwell on it. "Why those two? Why not Gabriel?" That does seem unfair doesn't it?

Uneasiness look again, "Gabriel is really only used for special occasians, such as a rebellious Beloved, they would need a more...personal hand, Micheal and Rapheal are very rigid in the ways that are meant to be followed. So, if a ...skittish? Unresponsive, or neglegent Beloved came to be, he either becomes their closest ally or the thing that they despise most."

Well that's lovely and not kinda freaky at all..."I think that's comforting...I think." I sniff the air. And look around the table, "Do you guys smell that?"

Dean sniffs, then smiles. "Whatever it is it smells delish!" Sammy just looks at Dean like he's a stupid child...I can understand that. I take another whiff.

"I know what that is! It's cinnamon french toast with-"

"Powdered sugar, whipped cream, and extra syrup. Ya know, I'm glad I was chosen as your angel, you have impeccable taste. Now all I have to do is make you like some more candy that isn't, bleah, sour." HEAD WHIP!

There stands a guy (still taller) but shorter than the brothers in a 'Kiss the Cook' apron with my favorite breakfast meal in one hand. He's got a big forehead and blonde hair, I hate his smirk though, reminds me of an ass that tried to make out with me once.

My groan, "Why do I have a reallly bad feeling about you? Especially since you just appeared in my kitchen with that lame apron on. Who in the bloody hell are you?!" Now Smirky (the name I have given) does a hurt puppy dog look. And notices the boys, "I'm hurt, my boys haven't mentioned me in a pleasing light?"

Da fuck? REVERSE HEAD WHIP! "You know this dude?!"

Collective sigh "Sadly." Groans out Dean.

Second sigh, "Amia," he motions Smirky, "this...is Gabriel."

I look at Smirky/Gabriel, and he gives a bow. "Your Angel, m'lady."

Well sugar honey ice damn tea, I'm screwed aren't I?