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Chapter 7

I managed to stay calm for the whole two weeks. I wrote 'Goodbye' letters to my brothers and to Bobby, but I still hadn't send them. I didn't found the courage to do so. I knew Sam and Dean would came for me, and I didn't wanted to confront them. I wouldn't know what to say.

I hadn't even answered their calls. I would burst into tears if I talked to them. I was okay knowing the both of them were okay. But it hurts. Dean at least had a year. My time was running. In a couple of hours I would die and...go to hell. Then Dean would follow me in a year, and Sammy would be alone.

"Are you okay, Miss?" asked a soft voice at my left, snapping me out of my thoughts. I jumped, moving my head to look at the little kid at my side.

I was on a Church. Crying, kneeling on the floor. It had been years since I last went to a Church, I had thought that since I would die today, it would have been a good moment to apologise for selling my soul and just...I don't know, I was trying to find some type of comfort. I had waited till it was dark to come here. I didn't wanted to see anyone, I just wanted to be alone on my last day on Earth.

"Are you okay, miss?" he repeated.

I blinked. "No"

It was nearly midnight. Soon I would be Hell Hound's food, and I would burn in hell...And I wouldn't ever see my brothers again. So no. I wasn't okay.

The little kid sat at my side and put his little hand in mine. I looked at him, still confused, but somehow he didn't seemed like a treat. He was just...there. At first I thought he was a demon, or a ghost, but he looked so calm and so kind that I just...didn't cared. I was dying, anyway. Nothing mattered anymore.

"Why did you do it?" he asked.

I didn't looked at him, I just continued to look at one of the statues of God and Jesus. I didn't even asked how he knew what I had done. "Sammy died and Dean—..."

"You shouldn't have" the kid interrupted me. "You weren't supposed to. You're not a part of this" he sounded so angry it surprised me. "You're not even a vessel."

I turned to look at him. He was glaring up at the sky, but he still had my hands on his.

What the hell was a vessel?

"What are you talking about?" I managed to ask, frowning.

He shook his head, and looked at me. "Nevermind"

My breath got stuck in my throat when I saw his eyes.

"Your eyes..." I said weakly.

He didn't broke his gaze. "What about them?"

I shook my head, only to jump when the old clock in the wall started to tickle even more loud. Or maybe in my head it sounded louder. I don't know. I just knew I hated to hear it.

"C'mon, what about them?" asked the kid softly, rubbing circles on my hand. He was trying to distract me from the tickling clock that kept reminding me that it was almost midnight.

"They're..." I swallowed. They were the same shade of colour of the Trickster's eyes. I knew because I still hadn't forgotten his eyes. Sometimes they still haunted me. And this kid...had the exact colour and shape of them. "...beautiful"

"Thanks" he said softly, giving me a small, reassuring smile.

We continued in silence for a long time.

I felt my nerves exploding when I only had ten minutes left. I started to sob again, hugging myself and closing my eyes. The kid hugged me tightly and muttered sweet things in my ear, but I continued to sob.

"W-Why a-are y-you h-here with m-me?" I managed to say, between sobs and hiccups.

He looked at me, but I couldn't read his eyes. "You were born on a Monday."

"So?"

"Monday's are my days. They're my thing..." he corrected himself saying a soft 'Were'. "I'm supposed to protect those people born on Monday...Or was, before..." he took a farewell look on his face.

I slowly moved away from his embrace. The way he said all that. The thing about Monday and he being supposed to protect me...

"Are you..." I stopped myself. Could it really be it? "...are you an angel?"

He snapped his head to look at me, and nodded. "Yeah. I am." he didn't sounded so happy about it.

"You're a...an angel" I stammered.

Had this been an alternative world were I wasn't dying, I would have been surprised or even fangirling about it. I had believed in angels all my life. Knowing that they existed only made me smile. Mom was right, then, there were angels, and God, and all of that. I wasn't crazy or hopeless for believing.

But life wasn't that fair. I was dying, and like I mentioned earlier, I didn't really cared about things anymore. Not now, at least.

"Yes. Do I need to draw you a map?" he snapped, like it was touchy subject. His voice changed from the one of innocent kid to the one of a grown up.

I looked at him, suddenly having second thoughts. "You said you were supposed to watch me, since I was born on a Monday"

He nodded, half rolling his eyes. "Yes"

"Did you?" I asked slowly.

He looked at me blankly.

"Did you actually watched over me before today?" I insisted.

"Oh." he said. "Yeah. I did"

"Oh" I said.

We were in silence again. This time I was looking at him, while he evaded my eyes. After a while, he turned and looked at me too.

"Say something" he said.

I looked at him. "Where were you when I needed you?" my voice didn't sounded angry, it only sounded sad and broken. I wasn't angry, I was just sad.

"I was there" he told me softly.

"Really?" I asked, feeling even more heartbroken.

He hugged me again. "Yes, I was"

"I never saw you before" I whispered, my head in his little neck.

He said something, but I didn't heard him clearly. "—Lily, I couldn't always appear to you like I really am, you are smart, even more now that you're a grown up woman. I was always different, random people."

"Like who?" I asked slowly, wanting to know, and trying not to hear the clock tickling.

He sighed, thinking. "Mmmm, well...Once I was the cute boy that helped you with your bags after a long day of shopping. Remember him?" I nodded slowly, remembering the boy vaguely. "I was also that old man that had the extra large umbrella on the Bus Stop on a rainy day years ago. And I played with you a couple of times when you were little, Remember the little redhead girl from Lawrence?"

"Victoria?" I asked shocked. She had been my first friend!

He smirked at me. "That was me too. And that dog that make you company that day when John forgot to came for you to school...I'm always looking after you. Just not always with the same face." He sighed. "I stopped watching over you a couple of years ago, when you found Chris. He made you happy, and you were safe, so my job was over"

I blinked a few times. I didn't knew what to say.

"Thank you" I whispered.

He seemed uncomfortable. "Don't mention it"

After a couple of minutes he looked at me with pity.

"I'm sorry" he said softly. "I just can't believe you actually sold your soul"

I blinked back tears. "Yeah, me neither"

We were in silence again. I must admit I felt safer being in the company of an angel. My guardian angel, of some sorts.

"Can I tell you a secret, Lily?" the kid asked.

I looked at him, trying to smile. "Who am gonna tell? In five minutes I would be dead"

He smiled, despite the situation. Then, for my surprise, the little kid transformed into a familiar man. My eyes widened.

"No" I moved away from him. "You-You—"

The Trickster rolled his eyes. "No fuss, no muss, I was also the Trickster at Crawford Hall"

"But you...but you..." I stammered. "You tried to kill me!"

"I did say I was sorry, didn't I?" he frowned at me.

"Wow. That makes me feel so much better" I said sarcastically. "My guardian angel tried to kill me. How reassuring"

He rolled his eyes, but after a few seconds I sat down at his side again. He wasn't going to hurt me, or he would have done it already...I guess.

"You can't tell anybody" he told me frowning at me. "I'm hiding"

"Why?" I asked curiously. I still couldn't believe the Trickster was really an Angel.

He stiffened.

"I'm sorry, if you don't want to talk about it—" I said slowly, but he raised his hands, and I shut up.

"No, it's okay" he said softly, taking a couple of seconds to answer me. "You know, you and I...we're more alike than you think"

I couldn't help but snort. Yeah, sure. An angel and me, a sinner. Obviously so much in common.

"My family...is a really dysfunctional one" he told me. I nodded slowly, I remembered when he told me his brothers fought a lot too. "Always at war. I-I couldn't stand it. Watching them tearing each other throats? I couldn't stand it. So I ran." he shrugged.

"Oh" So that's why he said we were alike. We both had ran from our families. "That's how you became a Trickster?"

He smiled at me, an actual smile, not just a smirk. "Actually, you inspired me to become one"

I blinked. "Me? How?"

"In high school, remember that idiot who punched you and called you a whore?" he asked me, frowning a bit.

I frowned. "Of course". That had been the first time someone had called me that, so it had quite an impact on me.

"I was the janitor that polished the floor enough to make him fall in his ass" he told me, half smirking. "Remember that moment?"

I smirked too. "How can I forget? It was like karma"

He nodded. "So yeah, I liked doing that. Helping people and beating bullies. So I moved to Crawford Hall and started doing just that, beating bullies and assholes. Then, I exaggerated, just a bit, and you three, of all the hunters in the world, came to hunt me"

Realisation hit me. "That's why you looked at me like you were surprised to see me the first time we saw each other at Crawford Hall!"

He nodded. "I never expected to see you with them. Not after you ran away."

Suddenly the smile dropped off my face. "Now I will never see them again"

He sighed, and awkwardly put a hand on my shoulder. He seemed to be more comfortable hugging me before admitting that he was the Trickster.

"What's your name?" I asked him softly, a bit tired of calling him Trickster or Angel.

He refused to tell me his name. He said I already knew too much. He was more a Trickster than an Angel now, he said. He looked uncomfortable after telling me his story. He acted and called himself a Trickster, but deep down, really deep down, he still felt as an angel. That's why he was here with me tonight. And the other times he watched over me.

After a while, I looked to the clock, and froze at seeing that it was 11:58.

I whimpered.

The Trickster looked at me, bitting his lips.

"I may...or may not, be able to help you" he said slowly, unsure.

I looked at him. "What?"

Before he could answer I heard a howl, and I froze.

Oh no. No. No. No.

"I can...trap you in a loophole" he said, calmly, almost like if he couldn't heard the howls and barks I heard. "Sort of like—"

The barks intensified, and I jumped when I saw the most enormous dogs i have ever seen in my life running towards me. I looked at the Trickster wide eyed, but he didn't seem to understand my panic.

"They're here!" I screamed.

He moved, but before he could do something, one of them jumped on me and started to bite me and his claws were dangerously close to my throat. I whimpered, but the other hell hound jumped on me too, and before I knew it, the enormous claws were on my stomach and my throat.

The pain was horrible, and I couldn't stop screaming and whimpering in pain. I heard the Trickster yelling something, but I didn't understood him. Soon, blackness filled my eyes. The last thing I saw before blackness were the wide golden eyes of the Trickster.

Then, true hell started.