I hear Raiders of the Lost Ark. No, really. That gets me out of bed, and I go out into the 'living room' and watch the last scene of the movie play.

Young Harrison Ford is so hot…I'm obsessed with Indy, I have problems.

I see Megan passed out on the couch, an arm dangling down. It's hard not to laugh. Now, instead of 'teleporting' or 'transporting' I think I'll call it flying. I take forty seconds to fly to my home in Cascade, Colorado, into my room, and tiptoeing over to my dresser so I don't wake up Adena, Juliet, and even Jackson…who is asleep in my bed…

I feel bad for making him sleep alone.

I grab clean clothes, and fly back to the suite, where Megan had woken up, and looking half dead as she exits the bathroom with a hairbrush and toothpaste in hand. "Morning, sunshine." I teased.

She waves it off irritably, going, "I'm going down to get breakfast on the patio place outside."

"I'll catch up in a while," I waved her off as she puts her items away in a bag she brought, and then flies away. The new term is kind of addicting…

I spent the next twenty or so minutes taking my time in the shower, using the hotel's sample soap and shampoo. I realized I actually took a half an hour when I got out and dressed. I decided to wear my large Unfallen shirt and my expensive black Ecko jeans – a gift from the Winchesters sometime during the Apocalypse.

I don't really care for name brands…but Ecko Unltd is pretty cool for my taste. I just might throw out my yellow Aero hoodie I got in New Jersey.

Unfallen is the name of the first Supernatural book I appear in. Written by Chuck of course. On the cover – and the shirt – is supposed to be me, but it looks nothing like me, save for the eyes. The fake me has incredibly pale skin, and long, black hair.

Despite the artwork, Chuck can write pretty well, who cares what he says. I have a cousin who fan-girls over him like I do Indiana Jones. Yeah, that bad.

I haven't seen her and her family…I should go and visit.

I fly downstairs and outside, where I spot Megan sitting at a table with an umbrella. The Vegas heat is ridiculous. JUST KIDDING! No matter where I go, the heat never bothers me. I can be walking in Iraq with a winter coat, and to me, it'll only feel like sixty degrees.

It's a freak perk of being who I am.

I sit with Megan, where she eats something like a pizza burrito. She really likes pizza and things like that, it's kinda strange. Wait…who am I to say that?

"What's the plan for today?" she asks.

"Get Patrick to my sister, get my grandma home, and then we can go home too. I guess." I answered. "Try and catch a break for once." I watch a waitress come walking by with a tray of hash browns and fruit. I steal a banana and a hash brown as she passes.

"I thought I would find you here," I almost choked when Patrick suddenly appeared at our table. "What a great day, today." He plucks a toothpick in his mouth. "Are we ready to go, then?"

"Can I finish eating?" I retorted.

"Absolutely. I've got all the time in the world." The witch replied.

When Megan finishes her pizza thing, she says, "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas."

Hear, hear.

Prosperity, Indiana

When Aunt Maggie opens the door, Patrick says excitedly, "Well what do you know…you could have told me your sister's a Stark witch."

Aunt Maggie rolls her eyes. "What is this?" she asks.

"Is Natalie here?" I ask back.

"She went out for a walk earlier. She could be anywhere." She answered. "Joanna is ready to leave, also. Are you taking her back?"

"Yeah," I take a step inside. "You two don't move." I ordered.

"Give your husband my blessings," Patrick chimes as I shut the door. Aunt Maggie rolls her eyes again. I hope she won't kill him.

I go into the living room where Grandma says, "Lynn Angela, I'm ready to go home. I don't like you…fast traveling, but I do not want to drive."

"For the last time," I started. "It doesn't hurt." Then I add, "Grandma…Natalie's going on a vacation. She won't be home for a while."

"…why?"

"I don't want to burden you with knowing, but she'll be okay. I think you could use some time alone, too. Well, you'll still have Lucky, but you know what I mean." I explained.

"Okay. I trust you. As long as she doesn't miss school." Grandma says.

"Oh, she won't." I assure. I put a hand on her shoulder, and fly her back to her home in Delaware.

"I wouldn't call Natalie going with Patrick a vacation," Aunt Maggie jokes.

"How do you know each other?" I had to ask.

"Long, long story," she replies.

My trio spots Natalie lingering around the auction house. She's not wearing a coat. When we approach her, I ask, "Aren't you cold?"

"Aren't you?" she snaps.

If I was human, I would be. "Straighten up. This is Patrick – he's the one who's gonna help you out." I introduced.

That might upset her a little. Patrick was our – hers, really – dad's name. "Pleasure," the ancient witch held out his hand to the blonde Halfling.

GAH!

DID I JUST CALL MY SISTER A HALFLING?

"Yeah…" Natalie says slowly, shaking hands. "Help me with what? Letting my freak flag fly?" she asked sarcastically.

"You should be proud of what you are," Patrick said. "Look at it this way: you have powers and you'll never die."

"That's not the point," my blonde Hobbit snapped. "I was human my whole life! And now I find out I'm not?" she looks away angrily.

"Now you know how I felt," I muttered. "Deal with it. I did." I stated.

Patrick grins like this is a party. "If I'm taking the Barbie Halfling with me, I'm taking her now." He announced.

"Barbie Halfling? What? Where am I going?" Natalie demanded.

"Someplace much warmer," he promised.

"How long will I be gone?" Natalie questions. "Do I have to pack? I want my things!" she whined.

"Calm down, thirteen," I groan. "I'll pack your things," I hand her my card key from my Vegas suite. "Use this for your room tonight. I'll put your stuff there. Don't miss school next week."

"…okay," Natalie leans in to whisper. "I can trust this guy?"

"I have no idea, but I still like the guy," I reply. "You'll be fine. Learn to be kickass." I give the thumbs up.

Pike Creek, Delaware

Natalie's purple and black suitcase is as big as my infamous red and black one, so I can cram almost her whole room in this thing. First her clothes, then her electronics, the Logan family photo (when half of us were still alive), and then I fly the suitcase to the suite.

I return downstairs to see Grandma sloped on the couch. Lucky is lying in the kitchen. Lucky is a German Shepard, but really a skin-walker. Half human, half dog-wolf things. Because he was involved with Sam and Dean for something a while back, Eve thought it would be cool to send the dog to kill me.

Ah, Eve. The Mother of All. I hated her. She and I have (or had) the same exact hairstyle. When I first saw her on a surveillance feed, the Winchesters and Bobby even thought it was me at first.

Dean killed her with phoenix ash. It was a sight for hybrid eyes.

I joined Grandma on the couch. "We should have another movie marathon." I suggested. Our first one, which was during the summer, was of Keanu Reeves movies. "Any ideas?"

"George Clooney," Grandma sighed.

"No," I said flatly.

"I can't like George Clooney, but you can like Harrison Ford?" Grandma gaped.

"Shut up! I can't help it!" I snapped. "How about favorite actress? If you say Julia Roberts, I'll smack you."

"…I was going to say Sandra Bullock, thank you very much, Lynn Angela." Grandma snorted. "How about Michelle Rodriguez?"

Agreed. We spend the rest of the day watching The Fast and the Furious, Resident Evil, S.W.A.T., Fast & Furious, and Avatar. When I check the time after the last movie, it's just after eleven at night. Grandma is fast asleep. I power the TV and movie player off and lay on the loveseat in the silence and dark, thinking about getting Grandma a blanket.

Then, something licks my face.

"Ah, Lucky, gross," I groan. "Do me a favor: go get a blanket from Grandma's room." I ordered.

He panted for a moment before he trots to the stairs and sprints up them. I'm sitting here having an insomniac attack. Laying with Jackson sounds nice right now…SHUT UP!

I miss him. Even though I could go and see him right now if I wanted to. I rub my face as Lucky returns with a blanket. "Good boy," I pat his head before draping the blanket over Grandma.

"Come here," I motioned him to follow me into the kitchen. I turn on the fan light above the stove so we're not completely blind. I go to open the fridge to take out a bottle of store bought water. Casually, I dump half of the water into Lucky's water bowl.

"You know, if you're really half human, why do you stay as a dog…and stay here with my grandma?" I question the creature lapping the water I applied. He's ignoring me on purpose. "I wonder what you really look like." I said amusingly.

Now I go over to the pantry and step in, grabbing a can of corn that has my name on it. As I dump the whole thing in a bowl and cook it in the microwave, I look for the pepper. This combination is something I picked up from Mom when she was alive – it'd been one of her favorite foods ever since she was little.

The vegetable is cooked, I drown the pepper in it, and I sit down, and only take one bite when a whoosh startles me. I drop the spoon in the bowl when I see a half asleep hot mess. Standing at five foot six even, the golden brown eyed boy with honey blonde lion hair was staring at me vividly.

"Jamie?" I recognized. Why in the hell is he standing in my kitchen so late at night?

"They came to my house, trying to get me to join them; they said they're trying to gather all of the Nephilim, and then something about a war." He babbled.

"What?" I asked. Lucky is staring up at Jamie quietly, no growling.

"I followed them," he took out his phone. "Listen." He went to play a recording of the sort.

"The one in Wisconsin denied, just like the rest of them," a male voice said.

"Then we'll force him too, just like the rest of them," another male resolved.

"Any luck locating the one missing from Colorado?"

"No. The last thing anyone knows is that she escaped from the hospital she was staying at."

Colorado. Hospital escape.

Juliet.

They were trying to find my little Juliet! "Who are they?" I demanded.

"They said they're from Purgatory," Jamie replied.

LEVIATHANS! BASTARDS!

They came to my house, trying to get me to join them; they said they're trying to gather all of the Nephilim, and then something about a war…Jamie had said.

War…

Balthazar mentioned this on Thanksgiving. "This is ridiculous. I come here and try and tell everyone about an impending war, and I almost die in the process."

Lyra, and Phoenix – sisters – my cousins, and Keri – a Nephilim with a story for another time – are all missing…they're all Nephilim…

What the hell is going on?

I look at Jamie as he closes his phone. "Why do they want Nephilim?" I ask.

"I don't know," he answers. "They were talking about Juliet, right? She okay?"

"She's fine," I assure. "We're staying in Colorado right now…"

"Get the hell out of there," Jamie growls. "It's not safe if they're looking for her. They're probably looking for Adena too. We have to do something."

"Not now, obviously, it's late. I'll message you our address; come over in the morning." I suggested.

"Yeah…yeah, okay," Jamie runs a hand through his hair. "What the hell do those things want with us?" he repeats my question.

"I don't know," I repeat his answer. "I don't know."

December 5, 2010
Cascade, Colorado

I don't want to leave. I love my little house in the mountains. Damn Leviathans.

I suddenly feel exhausted from no sleep. And time zones. Juliet, who is playing with her Toy Story toys on the floor says, "Hi, Lynn! Look at me! My hair got cutted!"

It did? I look down at her. What were once long, strawberry-blonde strands was now cut to her shoulders. "Aww, you're so cute," I mused. "Where'd you get your hair cut at?"

"I did it," Colby says. I spot him crouched down by the fireplace. Since when was there a fireplace?

"What are you doing?" I dare ask.

"Megan was complaining about being cold," he answered.

"I was not," she retorted from the sofa.

"And I used to be the Angel of Coal," Colby added. "I can warm this house up quick."

"…you what?" Megan spat in shock.

Uh-oh. I was the only one who knew the truth about Colby, originally an angel then turned into a demon. He looks over at all of us, saying, "You heard me."

"You used to be an angel?" Juliet gasped. "What happened?"

"I disobeyed," Colby said quietly.

Adena, sat with Juliet, is trying to eat Buzz Lightyear. When she catches me staring at her, she gives me her own infamous stare. It scares me into going into the kitchen, where Jackson is loading dirty dishes into the dish washer.

"Hey," I gently touch his right forearm to get his attention. He jerks up and looks down at me. I hate being short.

"Hey," he says back, and unexpectedly gets a big hug from me. "What is it?" he wonders.

"I can't hug you without thinking something's wrong?" I mumbled.

"…no, sorry, but I can feel it. And you look like you haven't slept. What happened?" he replied.

I sighed. "Come out here," I make him follow me back out into the living room. "Everyone, I have news." I announced.

"We're getting married," Colby says with a thumbs up. Jackson shoots him a glare.

"Shut the hell up. I don't have time for jokes." I growled.

"I thought he was serious," Megan says, dumbfounded, hiding her face in her hands.

"The Leviathans are planning something. And they're lo-…I need everyone to pack. We have to find a new house." I finished.

"We have to leave?" Juliet whined. "I don't want to leave! I like being in the mountains! I don't wanna leave!" out of rage, she throws and kicks her toys everywhere, one nearly smacking Adena in the face.

Adena stops trying to eat Buzz and looks up at Juliet with wide, bright sapphire eyes. She looks like she might cry. I hope not.

I guess this is where I'm supposed to yell at Juliet, but I won't. I don't blame her. She goes over the door, grabbing her socks and shoes. "Where are you going?" I ask her sternly.

"I'm going away. I hate you." She says to me, and then she's gone.

That sends me speechless. "Find her!" I ordered.

"She has sigils; there's no finding her," Jackson said nervously.

"Bull!" I barked. "Last time you said that…"

"That was a while ago," he reminded. "She has the sigils now."

I clench my fists to keep from breaking his jaw. I have shameful mood swings.

"That doesn't mean we shouldn't try," Megan cut in. "Where would she go if she was upset?"

Colorado Springs, Colorado

Juliet appeared on Harvard Street. Her end of the street. Her house was in the last culdesac on the end. She was a few houses away from her culdesac as she sat on the curb to place her sneakers on.

She was mad at Lynn. Lynn was a big meany. She wanted everyone but her to be miserable. Juliet wished she didn't go with them when Lynn and Jackson came for her at Cedar Springs. "UGH!" she screamed, making a nearby parked car explode.

Only moments later did neighbors run out, wondering what the hell just happened. "Did you just do that?" Juliet turned her head around to see a half smiling man looking down at her. He looked familiar…

"Yeah, yeah! Go away before I do it to you!" she threatened.

"You wouldn't do that to me. I'm a friend," the man reassured. He sat down on the curb next to her.

"You are?" Juliet asked suspiciously.

The man held out his hand to her. "I'm Richard Roman," he introduced.

Now Juliet gasped – and remembered – "I know you! I saw you on TV!" she exclaimed, shaking his hand.

"Haha, what's your name?" Richard asked politely.

"Juliet," she told him. "Juliet Car-lie-al."

"Juliet Carlisle," Richard repeated. "That's a powerful name. Why are you sitting here all by yourself?" he wondered.

Other people were oblivious to them as they phoned the police about the car. "I left home. I'm mad at Lynn." Juliet admitted.

"Why?" Richard asked, a little too interested.

"She's mean! We're in the mountains," Juliet pointed to the mountains in the distance. "But she said we have to leave. I don't want to leave! I want to stay, so I told her I hated her." She finished.

She didn't see Richard smile faintly. "How would you like to help her?" he offered. "That way, you'll be able to stay wherever you want, and you'll never have to leave again."

"How?" Juliet asked. Did this guy know Lynn? How can he help? Why does he want to?

"I can't tell you here," Richard said quietly. "Someone could hear…" he turned to the sound of fire truck sirens. "But, if you come with me, we can help her." He promised.

Juliet widened her dark blue eyes. "Where would we go?" she asked.

"Far away from here. If you don't believe me, look at my limo." Both of them turned their heads around to see the black limousine parked behind them.

"COOL!" Juliet gasped. "Can I go in it?" she begged.

"Of course you can, do you like it?" Richard said, highly amused.

"Yeah, yeah!" she gushed. "I've always wanted to be in one!" she got up when Richard did. As she ran ahead of him, Richard Roman smiled.

And this is why they teach us stranger danger in school :L I am relieved I fit this into one chapter. The Leviathans are collecting Nephilim...why? and for what? Suspense...