A/N: I do not own anything Supernatural, I only own Tara and Ashley. Adriel is a biblical angel, I do and do not own him. I own his personality and his earthly appearance.
So I decided to re-read what I had written in this fic and I got mad. I was like..."and? what happens next?! You can't just do that!" at the end of a few of my chapters. Then I realized...I kinda wrote it to be like that...fail...
Chapter Eight
Tara, Sam and Dean stood around a gravestone, staring at the newly carved words. Here lies Ashlynn Belle Harper. April 15, 1985 to August 26 2009. Sam held his daughter closer to him, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes as he knelt next to the freshly dug earth. Dean placed a hand on his younger brother's shoulder, looking away. Brooklynn began to wail as though she felt her father's pain.
"We can't leave her like this," Sam says with a tight voice. "She deserves a hunter's burial."
"Okay, we'll come back tonight and dig up her body, but we need to leave Sam," Dean said softly, pulling Sam to his feet. Sam nodded and followed his brother.
As the trio climbed into the Impala, a young woman walked out from around a tree and watched them. "This is not the plan...they weren't supposed to be able to find it this fast," she sighed, sitting on the headstone. She had bright green eyes and long auburn hair tied back in a braid. She raised a hand to brush back her bangs and her silver ring flashed in the light. "Poor Sammy..."
***That Night***
Three shadowy figures moved in a fluid motion through the grave yard, making their way to the lone gravestone at the edge of the cemetery. They quickly got to work digging up the freshly dug grave. It took only minutes to reach the casket and when they did, they ripped open the lid.
"There isn't a body..." Sam whispers, staring down into the hole.
"Hey...do you smell that?" Tara asks, wrinkling her small nose.
"Sulfur," Dean replied gruffly, stooping to wipe black dust and hold it to his nose. "A demon has her body."
Sam's face stiffened. "A demon has her..." he growled, clenching his fists.
"Sam, don't. We'll find her, we'll get her back and we'll give her the burial she deserves, okay?" Dean said, placing a hand on Sam's shoulder. Sam nodded stiffly. The three turned and walked away.
The same young woman from before appeared from the darkness, watching the group. She chuckled softly, kicking dirt back into the open grave. "I almost feel bad, but this is how it has to be."
"That's right, Ashley...you are doing very well," another woman said, standing next to the girl with auburn hair. This woman had blonde hair and completely white eyes. "Very, very well...Lucifer will be happy with you."
And that's that. Well? What do you guys think? R&R if you please! If you don't, I don't mind, but I would appreciate it. :D
