Chapter Eight:
The curtain was ajar and a large sliver of sun had made its way across the room and finally rested on Lorna's face. Her body felt the warmth spread across her and she groaned slightly. The sun was poking her and pressing her body to wake and get up.
Snuggling deeper into Dean's shoulder she pressed her nose closer. Inhaling deeply she took a deep smell of the delicious scent of his body and then the soft taste of his skin as she pressed her lips to his flesh.
The beam of sun prodded and poked some more. 'Fine I'm moving,' she muttered as she sat up and stretched. For some reason her body felt alive and new. Checking to see if anything had changed although she knew it was naïve to think so she smiled. Just touching her breast made her tingle with fresh desire for him.
Looking back at Dean sleeping she wondered where had the quiet careful but driven career woman gone? She'd slept with a guy she'd only known for two days and trusted him more than she thought humanely possible. What the hell had happened she didn't know?
Lorna smiled as she watched him sleep. He looked so content and all of the cares of his job were smoothed from his face. All that he had been through had touched something within her and the fact that he'd spilt some secrets into what his life was like but what had touched her more was how he said that she understood him. Looking at him and talking to him she really did. They both were determined and dogged in their pursuit of the truth.
Taking one last look at him she smiled widely. Pulling the covers back up to cover his body she gathered up her nightdress kissed him softly and left the warmth of the room.
Later that morning the black Impala was flying through the small town. Every now and then the metallic paint flashed in the bright sunlight.
Sam's profile looked serious as he frowned while he read his notes and Dean looked just as serious.
The sun shone on his face highlighting his hair and his long eyelashes. Sighing thinking about how an hour earlier she had left Dean asleep. His body was warm and as she reluctantly pulled away his hand was still entwined in her hair and now she stared at those very same hands as they were placed just as carefully on the steering wheel.
'Where will we summon the angel from then?' she asked as her head rested against the back of Dean's car seat. Taking a deep breath in of his aftershave she smiled as she remembered how he had kissed her and held her in his arms and all around them both was the scent of him. Deep and intoxicating.
Sam turned to face her, 'Well I'd say somewhere near the crime scene but further away to not be seen by prying eyes that kind of thing.'
'First thing I'm going to do is check out the school. I just want to ask why no one mentioned anything about damaged windows. I'm kind of hoping to sort of pin it on something else Simon's death that is.'
'Well I'm pretty sure Cas can help with that.'
She wasn't so sure, 'We'll see.'
The Impala pulled up in the school car park and she got out.
Zipping up her jacket she stretched. Taking a look around she noted two uniformed officers. Both were rookies and had obviously been assigned to the school for some reason she was unaware of.
They both cast her wary glances as she approached. She moved towards them and flashed her badge, 'Sorry Detective,' the one said, 'we didn't recognise the vehicle.' He pointed to the Impala. She noted the hint of awe in his voice as he stared at the classic car in front of him.
'That's understandable.' She smiled, 'FBI Agents Tyler and Perry.' She indicated to Dean and Sam both impeccably dressed in suits as they stood next to her they flashed their badges. Badges she knew to be fake.
The two rookie cops looked blown away at FBI agents being near them they instantly moved away and stood she noticed in a sort of stunned admiration, 'Come on we've only got a bit of time.'
She led the way towards the entrance of the school. She had already arranged a meeting with George Taylor the janitor who called the complaint about broken windows in to the schools insurance company and she wanted a chat with him about it all.
Her high heels connected on the tile floor as she headed towards the janitors office. They echoed off the walls and lockers along the wall. She could sense Dean watching her as they flanked her. Rapping the door she waited for it to open, 'Detective Harrow?'
She took in the man before her he was heavy set with black hair and brown eyes. He looked at her smiled and then looked slightly awkward at the sight of Dean and Sam.
She nodded taking a quick look around the small janitor's office, 'Yes Mr Taylor these are Agents Tyler and Perry we just want to ask you a quick question about the recent damage to the history block windows.'
He invited them all in, 'Well they were all shattered in their frames.'
Dean frowned. He'd experienced something similar when Castiel spoke to him when he emerged from hell, 'Was Simon in the room at the time?'
He rubbed his face with his hand while he thought back to the time, 'Yeah he was. I had just left the room after cleaning it and suddenly there was this enormous bang and the splintering of glass.' He sat down on the desk and carried on, 'When I got into the room Simon was lying on the floor he seemed dazed. I checked on him and then I looked out of the windows for anyone running away but it was quiet and I couldn't see anything around the floor like a brick or something.'
Writing everything he said down she looked at Dean and Sam waiting to see if they were going to ask any questions. 'Did he say if he saw anyone? Or anything like that?'
'Yeah he said he heard a voice it was shouting at him but he couldn't understand it and then the windows blew out.'
'So what did you put down as a reason for damage etc?' Lorna's big eyes took him in as she flipped out her notepad again.
He fiddled with the buttons on his shirt and took a deep breath, 'I just put down that there was possible vandalism. They came and fixed in new windows no major problem.'
Looking at Dean he looked at her and inclined his head to leave, 'Thanks Mr Taylor that will be all we are just checking out some things and that popped up as a recent piece of information.'
'No problem.'
The three of them headed to the exit, 'Does that sound like a normal angel encounter then?' she asked as she pressed her head closer to Dean.
'It sure does. So now it all makes sense. Like you said all of it happened around his work environment so now all we need to do is bag an angel.'
She smiled. The adrenalin was now buzzing through her veins and she was excited. This was the thrill of the chase and she was intent on them finding an angel.
They headed further away from the school into an alleyway. Dean poured a large circle of the oil onto the ground and Sam's piece of white chalk flew as it crisscrossed the concrete floor. The ground seemed to instantaneously suck it up and the circle disappeared. The oil was going to contain the angel while they interrogated him in a ring of fire. She stood in the middle of the brothers and shifted slightly.
Sam cleared his throat, 'I'm looking for an angel. Or someone who wants to tell me a few things I just need some help.'
Dean chuckled softly, 'Nice one Sammy. I seriously feel the need oozing from you.'
Shooting his brother an evil look they waited.
A slight rustle made them all look up, 'You called?'
A scruffy angel clad in a leather jacket and designer distressed style jeans. She stared open mouthed at the serious difference between Castiel and the angel before her. He smirked as if sensing her serious surprise, 'Were you expecting someone else?'
Dean titled his head and looked at the angel before him, 'Well you definitely chose the model vessel.'
Laughing loudly the guy stared at him, 'Oh you think I'm one of those other angels.' Laughing again he folded his arms, 'Well I can honestly say I'm not one of those stuck up boring cloud huggers. I am one of the fallen.'
'Ahh now it makes sense.' Dean pulled out his lighter and flicked it on the ground. The warm flames flashed up and the angel jumped back, 'Well you'll still do.'
The angel's eyes flickered across their three faces, 'What do you want from me?'
Folding his arms across his chest Sam nodded in the angel's direction, 'Just a bit of information I'm sure a guy like you would know a few things. I bet you'd know if one of your brothers had been recently and that he'd been killed.'
The pale face turned paler. 'Laoth is dead?' the voice was quiet and he was clearly shocked. 'I didn't know. He had been here to discuss something and another angel I didn't know very well had found out and well I hadn't felt Laoth's passing.'
He was clearly distressed. Lorna stepped closer to the fire, 'Did the other angel tell you what he had heard in order to call Laoth in the first place?'
The angel began to pace. He wandered around the fire circle and then looked up at Lorna, 'He said that he'd heard about a plot from hell.'
'Well that's never happened before. A plot from hell please?' Dean's voice was laden with annoyance as if he didn't believe what the angel was saying at all.
Lorna frowned, 'Ok so this other fallen angel did he tell you all the name of the demon who was trying to do something from hell and what it was?'
Looking at her with the vessels' large blue eyes he nodded, 'Of course he did. Do you think that just because we left the confines of heaven that we don't care for our brothers? Some change their allegiance, some go their own way and some like me wish to be different. I wish I was still in heaven and secure not here and alone,' the voice was definitely sad and remorseful about the reason he'd fallen.
'Why did you leave heaven in the first place?'
The angel made a snort sound through his nose, 'Isn't it obvious. I just hated the confines of the rules.' Shrugging his shoulders he threw his head back.
As he moved within the circle the flames from the ring of flame caught the shadows of his immense wings she gasped at the size of them. His eyes seemed to glow with the intensity of the flame, 'Honestly the only person you need to worry about is this demon Magus. He wants to take over Crowley's control. That's all I know.'
Dean looked at Sam then back at Lorna. 'Can I have a little group meeting?' they moved further away from the circle, 'So do we believe him?'
The angel was still pacing and by the looks of it he was muttering to himself, 'Look at him Dean. He was shocked that Laoth was dead and how he talked about being sad to have left heaven. I believe him.'
'He's fallen Lorna he can lie to you.' The large green eyes of Dean's were sincere and questioning and as she held them with her own blue eyes she shook her head.
Moving towards him she looked up at him her chin was defiant and her voice came out in a vehement whisper, 'Does he look like he is lying? Seriously I've got one hell of a gut feeling about this and Dean,' she placed her hands on her hips and said, 'I'm good at my job.'
She stalked past the two of them, 'Let him free.'
As the flames reduced the angel stepped from the smouldering circle, 'Let me tell you one more thing before I leave,' he leant closer to her, 'I didn't tell you this I wasn't here and for what it is worth I'm sorry that Laoth had to die. You want to make sure that you trust the devil you know.'
With that he disappeared leaving the three of them equally confused.
