Chapter four:
She'd slept well that night considering everything that swirled around in her head. Before she'd gone to bed she'd written in large black writing "ANGEL," and "VESSEL," on her murder board and placed a few crime scene shots next to it. She'd decided she would do some research before finding the hunter brothers to talk about their next move.
She'd always liked to do research and this time there had been a lot of information brought up on the internet. Her head span more than she thought possible.
Why had Simon been taken as a vessel? Who had taken over his body? What was going on? All of these questions were waiting to be answered and she guessed she'd not get any answers until she spoke to Dean and Sam again.
Her printer whirred into life as it printed off pictures of angels and also some basic information about their various jobs. Most importantly in her opinion was the fact that they weren't just halo wearing goody two shoes like a lot of people believed from hallmark greeting cards they were warriors of God.
Tacking them to her board she stood back and appraised her work.
Grabbing the phone she dialled the well used number and waited for the phone to be picked up, 'Hey Mum it's me.'
She heard the smile in her Mum's voice as she said, 'Lorna so good to hear from you. How are things?'
They chatted for a while about this that and then she decided to bite the bullet and ask to talk about the case her Dad had worked on with Bobby.
The silence made the 'Honey that was a long time ago. I mean what has this got to do with your case now?' she heard the audible sound of her Mum whispering to her Dad in the background.
Tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ears she said, 'It has and it hasn't. I don't expect that to make sense but honestly I just need to know if Bobby is trustworthy.'
The other line connected it was her Dad, 'Whoever Bobby has sent and whatever they tell you is all true and it's best you listen. The case is obviously supernatural and Lorna all I can say is trust whoever it is that has been asked to help you then do as they say.'
She snorted as she thought of Dean, 'Even when one of them is a complete and utter sarcastic jerk?' Lorna remembered the scathing comments by Dean and his eye rolling.
Both her parents laughed. Her Mum said, 'Well sometimes sarcastic jerks know what they are talking about.'
She nodded as she nibbled her fingernail, 'Thanks Mum and Dad.'
'Keep us in the loop kiddo.'
They said good bye and she hung up. If her parents had been and possibly still were friends with Bobby then she guessed she could trust Sam and Dean. Her Dad's police officer instinct was generally right. She trusted them both so now she would have to work with Dean and Sam.
Tapping her pen against the desk she pulled up the large murder board she had in her living room.
On the board were the several crime scene photographs and now her handwritten notes crowded the image.
"Angel" and "Vessel" were all around the body and the wings. She rubbed her face as she tapped the notepad, 'So what now?'
Just as she looked at her board again for what seemed the millionth time the door bell rang.
Starting in her chair she looked at her watch. After discussing with work she was taking a day owed to her she didn't expect Brian to just turn up without calling her first to say so. Springing to her feet she padded towards the door and looked through the peep hole.
Dean and Sam Winchester.
Taking a large and extremely deep breath she opened the door.
'Well you took your time.' Dean pushed past her and Sam shrugged apologetically as she allowed him in too.
Letting the door close she muttered as she followed them from into the living room, 'Well sorry for not having the gift of foresight. I didn't realise I was going to have unannounced guests.'
Snorting Dean flopped onto the sofa, 'Well someone has been busy.'
He indicated the murder board. He was impressed. Sam sat down next to him his larger frame taking up more space as he also took it in, 'It looks really good.' She'd gotten a lot of information correct but he guessed being a cop all of this would come naturally.
Dean stretched and said with a smirk, 'So now you know what do you think? Do you believe us?'
She nodded. Folding her arms as she stood next to the board she felt her face flush slightly as they both looked it over again. For some reason it seemed worse than other police officers appraising her work. She knew they would have their own method of working on a case and this all seemed amateur in comparison.
'Right well,' Dean grabbed the pen from the coffee table and crossed to the board. In block capitals he wrote, "ANGEL MURDERED BY ROGUE ANGEL."
'Okay,' feeling for the arm chair she sank into it. Tucking her legs up she watched him, 'Elaborate.'
Sam looked at Dean who nodded for him to continue, 'At the moment there is a civil war in heaven and for a variety of reasons that will take too long to tell you about right now I'm just going to say that angels are a little helter skelter. There are a few angels who wish to take control because they believe that God has left them.' Sam didn't elaborate but he meant the apocalypse and all of the changes that had happened as a consequence.
'We think that is what has happened but we need to know for sure if a rogue angel has killed another angel.'
Sitting up and looking far more interested Lorna said, 'So how would you do that?'
Dean sat forward on his seat, 'Well we kind of know an angel.'
By the way Dean said it they knew the angel well. 'It kind of sounds as though you both know him quite well,' she eyed them both. 'So have you spoken to him?'
Sam's long hands clasped together as he leant forward, 'Well we sort of want you here too. I mean this guy he was killed and you as a cop need to solve the case.'
'Right so how do you summon him?' she sat forward the three of them purposeful as they looked around the coffee table. She was prepared to listen and learn.
'Well normally Dean just calls.' Sam nodded for his brother to carry on.
'Oh he comes to you both of you but more when Dean calls right?' she drew a circle on the paper pad before her. She didn't understand the tight band that twisted around her gut as well as the deep twist of jealousy. She didn't know Dean and she didn't own him. She guessed that it was because she wanted to know him. Even as she thought about it she realised everything was pathetic.
Dean looked at Sam who simply said, 'Yeah another long story for another time but we know him and well if it's important then he'll be here.'
Running her hands through her hair she nodded.
Dean had paced up and down as he spoke. 'Cas? Look we need your help. I'm praying you have your ears open to my voice. An angel has killed another we don't know if you know but well we have a situation.'
Lorna suddenly realised she had held her breath while Dean called the angel. She didn't know what to expect because she was going to be meet a real angel and well she had never believed they were real and felt weird. She wasn't sure how she felt about it. Letting go of the large deep breath she had taken in she was totally surprised at how noisy it was in the quietness of the room.
They waited for what seemed an eternity when she turned to face Dean who looked serious, 'Looks like he doesn't have you on speed dial anymore.' It came out more disappointed than she had intended it too simply because she wanted to meet him.
As she said that she stared at what had been the empty space behind Dean, 'Ok so he's right behind me now?' there had been no noise only the slightest rustle of what she deemed to be the angel's wings.
Nodding she closed her mouth.
The deep voice came from a blue eyed man with short brown hair. He was wearing a trench coat and a suit and he looked grave as he stood before them both, 'Dean, Sam I am sorry that I was delayed.' He paused as he cocked his head to one side listening to something but as to what she didn't know.
Dean swirled around to face the angel, 'Delayed? We have been waiting to talk to you for days you feathered dick. This could have been solved now we have the cops involved.'
Dean jerked his thumb in Lorna's direction.
Feeling indignant she stood up, 'This is my home Dean. You both came into an active crime scene and made all of this my business. A guy… no correction someone from my town who was a son and a brother was murdered and no matter how you look at it and I want answers.'
Her voice had risen to another level as she stood face to face with him.
Sam moved between them, 'Look we all want answers and Castiel can help us with that.'
Castiel nodded, 'I am here to help.'
Sam turned to Lorna, 'Castiel this is Detective Lorna Harrow.'
He fixed his piercing raptor gaze on her, so her face flushed a deep shade of red and she looked away back to her murder board. His gaze seemed to have pierced her very soul it was that intense.
'So Cas do you have any idea who could have done this? I mean what is going on?' Sam's voice broke into the cloud of silence that had descended across the room.
