I am so sorry I haven't updated in forever! I've been busy with school (that's what I get for taking two AP classes) and then I have my driving test coming up (god help me the drivers in this state are psychotic) and then I have my practice SAT test and then I have a DECA competition… all on the same weekend… it's going to be crazy.
Quote of the Chapter:
"True friendship is a know angel hands have tied."
~Unknown
Chapter 7: Heavenly Identities
Michael
After he had said goodnight to Faith, Michael had stayed up. He hadn't been able to go to sleep. He wasn't tired in the slightest. It was probably unhealthy that he hadn't had sleep in the last two days but he didn't want to worry the girls. They had enough on their mind besides two freaks of nature that healed way too rapidly to be normal and who couldn't sleep at all for the past two days. Gabriel was attempting to fall asleep but it wasn't working.
Michael finally became fed up with all the tossing and turning Gabriel was doing and finally snapped lightly and quietly, "Just give up already. It won't work."
"I know," Gabriel admitted. "I'm bored… and hungry. Want to get something to eat?"
"You're always hungry, and I already had something to eat."
"Oh yeah, with Faith." Gabriel grinned. "You like her."
"You're hallucinating," Michael retorted.
"I could be, but I know I'm not. Come on, let's go walk around. I'm bored." Gabriel stood up and put on his jacket. Michael followed likewise. The two brothers quietly tiptoed down the stairs and through the bookstore before coming outside. The moon was bright and they had no problem seeing where they were going. They headed towards the woods, heading to nowhere in particular. The girls lived in the middle of nowhere, making Michael vaguely wonder how they stayed in business. When the brothers entered the forest, the air suddenly seemed to become suffocating.
"Does something feel off to you?" Michael queried.
Gabriel paused briefly before answering. "Yes. Like someone's watching us…"
Michael nodded as they continued walking, both of them on alert for the slightest change. However, nothing happened and the two brothers reached the river in safety. They stared out over it, both lost in their own thoughts.
Michael's remained steadfastly on Faith and his memories. Things were slowly starting to come back, but they made no sense to him. One memory was him fighting with a guy that appeared to be his brother. Another was of Michael being doused in something called 'holy fire' and him being transported to some place that seemed like heaven. This is where his thoughts turned to Faith because she was there, in this heaven of his.
Michael closed his eyes to recall the dream:
"Dear god, you are always getting yourself injured because of those Winchester boys," Faith pointed out with a grin as she came over to help him up.
"It wasn't them. It was Castiel. He's dead. Lucifer killed him. Apparently he's the only one that gets to mess with me," Michael groaned.
"He's wrong. I get to mess with you too," Faith corrected.
"That you do," he agreed with a smile. He looked down at the shoes his vessel was wearing, not wanting to make eye contact with her for fear she would know what he was thinking. He forgot she could read him like a book.
"You're thinking about us again, aren't you?" she queried, lifting his chin so he would look at her.
"I shouldn't be feeling the way I am. Angels are supposed to follow orders from Him, no one else, not even our hearts. Yet here I am, listening more to my heart than to Father. It is wrong, but in all honestly, I don't care. I'm with you. I just wish I had met you sooner."
"Your father… has contacted me," Faith admitted bashfully.
"He's what?!" Michael exclaimed.
Faith hurriedly calmed him down. "There's no need to worry. He asked about us. He told me that although it has only occurred once or twice, angels have been known to fall in love. When they fall in love, it is for eternity."
"But you're not an angel," Michael said solemnly.
"I know I'm not… but there is a way I can be turned into one." Her eyes told him that although she was ecstatic about the fact that she could become an angel, the process of becoming one was not the most agreeable.
"What do you mean? I've never heard of such a thing."
"It's only been done once I believe is what your father told me, but there is a way for me to become an angel. A process," she explained.
"What is it? By the look on your face, I can tell it is not a good one," he said.
Faith bit her lip. "I would have to-"
"Michael!" Gabriel hissed, shoving him out of his reverie. Michael looked over at his brother with a questioning glance.
"What?" he inquired.
"Someone is here," his brother replied quietly, nodding towards the forest. Michael turned to look and the more he stared, the more discerned a shape became. It was somewhat plump and short, but there was no doubt this guy could do some damage.
Michael stood up to his full height and demanded, "Who are you?"
The figure came out. He had thinning black hair and dark brown eyes. He wore a black overcoat that seemed unnecessary seeing as how it was the middle of summer.
"I would expect you two to know me, seeing as how your brother Castiel has had some dealings with me," the man said in a bored voice; he had an accent, probably European.
"We have another brother?" Gabriel inquired.
"What is it with you two?" the guy questioned impatiently.
"It would help us a great deal if you would tell us exactly who you are," Michael pointed out.
"By the angels, you've lost your memory," the man said.
"Thanks for that newsflash," Gabriel retorted.
"We may be on different sides of the same coin but I'm on your side nonetheless; take my advice, keep a keen eye on Faith and Hope. They are more powerful than you most likely give them credit."
"What do you mean?" Michael and Gabriel question at the same time.
"People are after them. They have… abilities that are highly sought after. Again, watch them. In fact, go back now and don't leave their side. They are in grave danger from my kind and yours."
"My kind? Your kind? Aren't we both humans?" Gabriel commented.
"How little you know. Your memory will come back in due time and then you'll know what I mean. In the meantime, enjoy the mundane life you are living. And don't worry about your lack of sleep. Your kind doesn't need it. I'll see you soon."
The man turned around but Michael asked again, "Who are you?"
The man turned to face Michael. "Name's Crowley. Get going. As we speak, your enemies are headed after the girls but they won't mess with them if you two are there. Goodbye."
He flashed out of disappearance. Michael and Gabriel, although stunned, didn't waste any time dashing back to the house where the unsuspecting girls were sleeping. Neither of the brothers knew why but they knew Crowley had been telling the truth.
They reached the house in an unnaturally fast amount of time. They raced upstairs, swiftly and quietly, and each boy checked on a girl. Both Faith and Hope were sleeping soundly. However, just outside Faith's window, there was a black mass, attempting to come through it. The black mass either saw or sensed Michael's presence because it retreated the moment he stepped towards it.
"Michael, what was that?" Faith whispered timidly. He looked at her in surprise.
"I don't know," he confessed.
"How did you know it was here?"
"Gabriel and I couldn't sleep so we went for a walk. When we were at the river, a man came up to us and told us that you two… you two were in danger."
"What do you mean?"
"He wouldn't go into detail but apparently you and Hope have some sort of ability that people want. Do you have any idea what he's talking about?"
She was out of her bed by now, checking to make sure her window wasn't open.
"No idea whatsoever," she said. "I have no special abilities and neither does Hope, at least none that we know of. What was the guy's name?"
"Crowley. Does the name ring a bell?" By the way her head snapped up to look at him, he figured it did.
"That's the name of one of the main demons in the Supernatural series."
"Is he somewhat short, pudgy, black hair, dark brown eyes?" By the way her eyes widened, he guessed his description was accurate.
"This is insane…" she mumbled, brushing past him to walk to Hope's room. He followed closely behind her.
When they reached the room, Gabriel and Hope were standing unusually close to each other. Faith interrupted whatever conversation the two were having. "Did he tell you?"
"About Crowley? Yeah. It has me curious about whether those Supernatural stories are more than just mere fiction," Hope muttered.
"God help us if it is. What else did Crowley say you two?" Faith demanded. She was glaring at the both of them. Michael gulped. This girl had no idea the power she possessed just by giving him the death glare.
"Well go ahead big brother," Gabriel urged. Michael glared at him but said, "The guy, Crowley, he said that we couldn't let either of you out of our sight. Apparently, whatever is after you doesn't want to mess with you when we're around."
Hope raised her eyebrows. "This night just took a turn for insanity."
"No kidding," Faith grumbled. "Fine, we'll listen to you but we're sleeping downstairs. Hope and I are taking one couch, you can take the other. I want to bring some stuff downstairs so I'll meet you down there."
Hope and Gabriel nodded and left the room. Faith walked to her room, leaving Michael alone in Hope's room. He took a second to examine everything. There were a lot of pictures, about the same amount in Faith's room, but whereas Faith's room was soft and relaxing with pale yellow walls and white and red accents, Hope's room was a bold and loud with one dark blue wall and the other three walls being a light green; her furniture was a black.
Michael looked at the pictures and posters on the wall. The biggest poster that practically took up a quarter of a wall was of One Direction.
Four photos of the two girls caught his eye. They looked to be in high school, from freshman year all the way to senior in chronological order. They were in t-shirts that were black and orange; Faith had the number seven and Hope had the number two. In the first picture, they were pulling a Charlie's Angels pose. In the next photo, they were on their backs looking up into the camera. The third picture was of them in the starting position of the offensive linemen. The fourth picture was the most normal. The girls' arms were resting on the others' shoulder and they were smiling. They both had their hair down; Hope's was completely straight. Faith's was in perfect waves. Both girls literally looked like they were glowing.
"That's my favorite picture of the two of us," Faith's voice floated from behind him. He turned around guiltily.
"Sorry, I wasn't meaning to intrude. It's just the photos caught my eye," Michael confessed sheepishly.
"It's fine," she said with a shrug. She came over and stood next to him. Pointing to another picture, she said, "This was when we first moved in. My parents took the picture."
"Where are your parents?"
"Both mine and Hope's passed away a few months ago," Faith said softly. A small tear escaped her eye and she quickly wiped it away. "It's been hard living without them but we're managing." She quickly recomposed herself and pointed to another picture. "This was at a friend's wedding. Her fiancé was a well-to-do business man. In fact, they're hosting a party soon and we're invited. We don't usually go to parties though because we don't like to and we know no one besides them. We're not very social people, Hope and I."
"Do you have everything you need that you want to bring downstairs?" Michael asked, changing the subject.
"Yeah. It's in my room. I'll go get it." With one final glance at the pictures, she left. He trailed closely behind her. They entered her room and as she was picking up her stuff which consisted of a book, a notebook, her laptop, cell phone, and ITouch, Michael said, "I'm sorry."
"For what?" She asked, turning to face him.
"Ever since Gabriel and I entered your life and Hope's, nothing but trouble and weird things have happened to the two of you."
"It's fine. It's… sprucing up our boring, regular lives."
"You're scared; I can tell," Michael stated, coming to stand in front of her. She had to look up at him since he was so much taller.
"Of course I'm scared," Faith admitted. "I just had some freaky black mass trying to come through my window and a guy named Crowley is claiming that people are after me and Hope. Don't ask me why, but I trust you and Gabriel. If Crowley says that the people won't attack me and Hope if you two are around, I'll believe it because it's been true so far."
They stared at each other, blue eyes meeting hazel. Michael leaned forward and so did Faith. Their lips met in the middle. It was a slow, soft kiss, but the meaning behind it was undeniable. Michael had wanted to do this since the day he met her. Little did he know Faith had felt the same way. He broke off the kiss, scared to see her reaction.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I shouldn't have done that."
"Don't be sorry. If I hadn't wanted you to do that, I wouldn't have met you midway and I also would've slapped the living fire out of you," she replied drolly. At that, he smiled.
"Thank god for that," he said with a slight laugh. "You're the last person on the planet I would want to make mad. You do know you're completely terrifying when you're mad? I swear you wanted to kill me earlier."
She grinned. "No, I didn't want to kill you… possibly slap you upside the head for taking a walk in the middle of the night, maybe, but kill you? Never."
"That's a relief." She gave him another quick kiss before grabbing her things. He helped her by taking her laptop and book while she took the rest. When they walked into the living room, Hope and Gabriel were asleep on the same couch, snuggled up as close as they could be to each other.
"That's adorable," Faith mused aloud.
"You do know what that means, right?" Michael queried.
She smiled. "And I'm quite okay with it."
Faith nudged him with her hip before walking to the couch and setting her stuff on the coffee table. Michael did likewise. They then settled down on the couch and snuggled up together. He sat on the edge of the couch with Faith on the other side of him, his arm wrapped protectively around her shoulders. It wasn't long before she was asleep on his shoulder.
When she was, Gabriel opened his eyes.
"I knew you weren't asleep," Michael said with a smirk.
"I knew you two were going to end up kissing each other sooner or later," Gabriel countered.
"You're one to talk. Don't ask how I know but I do. You kissed Hope."
"My lips are sealed."
Michael rolled his eyes before flipping on the TV and changing the channel to a rerun of Ancient Aliens.
So, there's the new chapter! Sorry I've pretty much neglected on updating the story but I've been trying to finish another story. PLEASE REVIEW! Ka72ty, this was your surprise :)
