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CHAPTER 6

Sam sat on the roof of the abandoned bank Des and Kimmie had made their base of operations, watching the sun set. He sadly stared at the horizon and wondered how it all came to this. Black smoke billowed from unseen fires, the sounds of people screaming could still be heard, and the smell of death wafted heavily in the air.

He was vaguely aware of his brother and Kimmie as they came and sat next to him. They also stared out onto the broken city and Dean sighed heavily.

"Dean, what is our purpose in all this?" Sam asked, never taking his eyes away from the setting sun.

"You're the psychic wonder, why don't you tell me" Dean answered, sending a smile his brothers way. He was trying to get a rise out of his brooding brother, to no avail. Sam didn't even look at him.

"Well," Kim said "Maybe it'll reveal itself in time"

"Well time sucks" said Dean "And so does all this. I mean, we knew one day everything would fall apart. Does anyone else miss the days when we all thought the world as we know it would end with a mushroom cloud or zombies?"

"I could do without the zombies" Kim said with a laugh, causing Dean and Sam to do the same.

"It could have happened no differently then it has" A new, deep voice added from behind them.

All three turned to find Michael and Gabriel standing behind them, though Kim and Dean had no idea that that is who they were. Dean had only known them as the ones who healed him before they bolted out of the room, leaving he and Sam alone.

Kim glared at the one who had spoke. A tall man with rich black hair that hung in pieces before his eyes. What struck her as most intriguing were those eyes, deep set and the brightest shade of blue she had ever seen. They almost seemed to glow, but that was only an illusion caused by the setting sun…right? She felt an odd, almost immediate attraction to him as his eyes met hers briefly. He had quickly looked away from her, turning his attention to Sam and Dean.

"We must speak…alone" the other had said in an almost militaristic tone that's commanded respect and obedience.

Dean stepped forward, never being one to listen to authoritative voices "No, whatever you have to say, she can hear. If you don't tell her, I will"

"Fine" he said, waving a dismissing hand.

"We were never properly introduced. I'm Gabriel, this is Michael" Gabriel said, shaking Dean's hand. He reached for Kim's "we know who he is, but you are?"

Kimmie reached up and took the surprisingly soft hand. She could swear it was vibrating slightly, causing warmth to run up her arm. Her knees suddenly felt like jelly and he rvoice caught in her throat as he waited for an answer. "K-Kim Patricks"

His mouth quirked into a brief smile before his companion broke the moment "We know who you are. We were told you and a Desdemona Peregrina would be here as well"

"Yea, she's…somewhere" Kim said, tilting her head slightly at his dismissive tone. "How do you know us?"

"That isn't important right now. We were sent here to give you two your destiny"

"Ok, Captain Cliché, I'll bite" said Dean "What's our destiny?"

"To save the world" answered Michael as he stood up a little straighter.

"Of course" Dean mumbled, rolling his eyes. Sam elbowed him in the ribs, shooting him a look.

"Look," Gabriel cut in "We were charged by god himself to come here and help you"

"So you're whacko's?" Dean questioned, earning him another elbow from Sam "Ow, Sammy! Quit it"

Gabriel just laughed "No, we're angels. Archangels actually"

Dean stood in stunned silence for a moment before he broke into laughter, leaning on Kimmie to keep from falling over. Sam, Michael and Gabriel didn't understand the humor he found in this situation. Dean managed to slow his laughter long enough to realize this "You guys seriously think you're angels?"

The three just continued to stare at him with stone faces. "You were so quick to believe that demons could overrun the earth. Why does the prospect of angels surprise you?" Michael asked.

"You want to know why?" Dean said, dropping the lingering smile on his face "Because you 'angels' pick and choose when you want to help us mere mortals. It seems to me that one day we're worth saving and the next we might as well be put to the curb with the rest of the garbage!"

That seemed to hit everyone standing on the roof. In a way, Dean was right. Throughout human history, the prevalence of evil outweighed that of the good. And now, look what the human race had come to, being hosts to demon parasites. It was utterly sickening.

Gabriel sighed heavily, taking in Deans words. "We know you have no reason to trust us. Human nature is to question. But what we tell you is truth."

"Prove it!" Dean spat, still angry at the prospect that now God sends help to the human race after death and destruction had already infested the planet.

Michael and Gabriel looked at each other, each contemplating what to do. "We can't" Said Michael "We aren't allowed. You have to trust us on faith alone"

"Fuck this" Dean half shouted, turning on his heels and heading to the roof exit "I don't have to have faith in anything!"

Kim, who had been quietly listening, felt an urge to follow him and see if she couldn't knock some sense to the retreating Winchester. She looked from one man to the other before heading off after Dean. She finally caught up with him in the stairwell, pulling on his jacket forcefully to make him turn and face her.

"What is wrong with you?" she said harshly "Why can't you just accept things once in a while?"

He glared at her with angry eyes. "Why should I?"

"I don't know, maybe for your own sake!"

"Kimmie, this isn't a matter of believing or accepting…"

"Then what is it?" she cut him off, folding her arms across her chest and shifting her weight to one foot, waiting for an answer.

His brows drew together more tightly and it took all his strength to not scream in her face. "They aren't angels! Angels don't exist!"

"You know, you are so thick-headed! Its alright for demons and evil to exist, but angels are just fantasy made up by some monks in a monastery somewhere? That's not how it works Dean. It's all or nothing"

"You want to believe in them, that's fine" he spat "But don't force my hand!" with that, he turned once more, leaving Kim to stand in the stairwell alone and angry.

Kim turned angrily as well, heading back up to Sam and the 'angels'. she didn't get more then two steps before ramming into someone. She was so wound up from the spat she had with Dean that she lashed out "Watch it! Can't you see where you're going!"

She sent angry eyes up to the face that was now staring down at her. It was Gabriel, smiling slightly.

Kim felt suddenly guilty for yelling at him. He really didn't do anything wrong "I'm sorry" she said

"You couldn't get through to him huh?"

"No. Deans stubborn…and rude…and an asshole sometimes. He needs time to filter everything and cool off. I'll go talk to him later."

Gabriel nodded "What about you?"

Kim tilted her head in confusion and raised and eyebrow "What about me?"

"What do you think?"

"It doesn't matter what I think. This isn't about me, its about Sam and Dean."

Gabriel sighed "Well, lets assume I want to know what you think, forget what's important or relevant"

Kim eyed him for a moment and grinned. "I think you're nice and different…but angels? That I'm a little torn on"

"Come with me" he said

Kimmie backed away slightly "Why?"

"To talk" he replied with a grin, extending his had to her "I want to talk to you"

Kim eyed him again and reluctantly took his outstretched hand.

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A/N: I would like to stress that, though the Winchesters are the main characters, this is as much a Kimmie and Des story as well. So if there are chapters that revolve around just them, don't be surprised.