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NON VENATOR (Not a Hunter)

By: Dean's Leather Jacket

Chapter Eight

"I think she's comin' 'round!" Came the Scotsman, oh wait, I meant Raphael. Shit, that wasn't a dream? I groaned and opened my eyes. Seven pairs of eyes were staring concernedly down at me.

"Are you alright, Connie?" Sam asked me.

"Uh…" I grunted. "I think so." I sat up with the help of Beth and Dawn on either side of me.

"What the hell happened?" I asked. My memory was a bit hazy, probably because whatever happened; happened so quickly. This was why I never did the hunter shit.

"Well, we were attacked by demons and then these three archangels saved us." Sam replied. I could tell that he wasn't used to saying something like "these three archangels."

"Archangels?" I inquired.

"That's right love." Michael, the Englishman, announced. Everyone helped me too my feet, and I shook a bit. Dean was there to keep me propped up. I looked up into his eyes and saw concern. Aww… wow… sexy eyes… Connie! Snap out of it! Jesus!

"So, we were attacked by demons and archangels came to save us?" I asked incredulously. The Irishman, Gabriel rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"That is what we've been saying." Gabriel replied with forced patience. I pushed off of Dean and was able to stand upright on my own. I was able to collect myself and then I took a good look at these three "archangels."

Raphael, the one with the Scottish accent (and what the Hell was with the different accents on these guys?) stood tall at about 6 foot 2 inches. He had light blue eyes and closely cropped dark, silky hair. His strong jaw was sprinkled with sexy stubble and his lips looked totally kissable. Not to mention that he had a SCOTTISH accent. He was dressed in tight jeans, biker boots, a white t-shirt and a black leather jacket.

Next, Gabriel of the Irish accent, was a good few inches shorter than Raphael and less buff looking. Gabriel was much like Sam in that aspect, lean but still built. He had light brown hair that was sort of spike and bright, compelling, crystal blue eyes. He also had a set of full lips. He was similarly dressed like Raphael with tight jeans, biker boots, and a white t-shirt except Gabriel had a black pea coat.

Finally, there was Michael. This was the very Michael that Jackson accused me of having a crush on. I had to admit, it was true. Ever since I was a little kid learning about the Angel Wars and how Michael was this awesome fighter and general and expeller of demons, I was hooked on him. I had several Saint Michael the Archangel necklaces and several prayer cards with him depicted in a picture. I even had an icon that I kept safely in one of my bags of him that I took with me everywhere. Those prayer cards and icons did not do him justice. He was 6 feet 1 inch and built. He wasn't overly ripped but just enough to get a girl drooling. He had longish, black hair, much in the fashion of Sam's but longer and it fell more in his face. He had bright blue eyes as well (must be an angel thing) and a strong jaw. Again, he was dressed like his fellow angels: dark wash tight jeans, black biker boots, a white t-shirt and a black jacket that reached his knees.

These were men of legends and they were standing right in front of me. I went to school to study this shit! I wrote my senior thesis on it! If only they had shown up a few years earlier I could have gotten firsthand accounts of the War.

"It's really not safe for you to be out here much longer. We should get back inside the Devil's Trap. You're not going to find your friend tonight." Michael advised.

"Yeah, let's go guys." Dean said, beckoning us to follow him back to the Impala that had been unscathed in the battle. Thank God. "You guys need a lift?" Dean asked the three. They all smiled and just then magnificent white, feathery wings sprouted from their backs.

"I think we've got it covered, mate." Raphael said with a smirk as they levitated into the air but did not fly off. They were waiting for us. We quickly jumped into the Impala and gunned it back in the direction of Jay's property.

"Well, you don't see this shit every day." Beth said from the backseat.

"You're telling me." Dawn muttered.

"You know what this means don't you?" Dean asked no one in particular.

"What?" I asked. I noticed Sam stayed silent. He probably knew that some smart ass comment was going to come from Dean and he didn't want to be the one to provoke it.

"My image of angels are blown. I thought they'd be blondes in white lingerie with wings."

"Dean," Sam began from the back with an exasperated tone, "Angels are not Victoria's Secret models."

I tried to hold back a chuckle but I was unsuccessful. Beth and Dawn were flat out laughing out loud. Dean pouted in the driver's seat as he drove back onto Jay's land (muttering something that sounded like "I still believe what I believe") and I felt a wave of relief wash over me.

As we drove into the gravel parking lot in front of the Saloon, Michael, Gabriel, and Raphael landed in front of the double doors of the Saloon. Dean parked and we all piled out. I quickly went to put back my gun in my glove compartment. Guaranteed I wasn't going to mess with that thing for awhile.

When we entered into the dining hall, a rush of exclamations went up. Apparently, we had been gone for awhile and everyone had started to worry about us. Then, there was silence once everyone had seen the three figures standing behind us. Everyone was craning their necks, curious as to whom these newcomers were. Jay came storming up.

"Going for a drive to get some air my ass!" He yelled angrily. "What the Hell were you guys thinking? You could have gotten killed! You could have gotten kidnapped! Or worse!"

"We were looking for Mark." I answered. He shook his head.

"That's a fool's errand." He replied, then looked to the three guys behind us. "And who are they? Are you bringing strays home now?" He asked with a chuckle. Poor Jay, he had no idea.

"Uh, actually, believe it or not, these guys saved our ass from a demon attack. Jay, this is Michael, Raphael, and Gabriel." I said, indicating each one as I introduced them. They nodded when their name was said. Jay turned really pale.

"You're kidding me." Jay said, staggering back a step.

"Nope, I'm not kidding." I replied.

"Wow, this… this is something that you don't see every day." Jay said.

"That phrase seems to be thrown around a lot in the past hour." Dean pointed out. Beth elbowed him in the side. He winced.

"Um, come in, come in!" Jay said, turning into the host-with-the-most. "Is there anything I can get you to drink?" He asked as he led the three angels to a nearby table.

"Actually," Raphael began, "I don't know about my comrades but I would love a beer."

"Yeah, make that two." Gabriel concurred. Michael glanced around at the rest of us.

"Just make it a round of beers for all of us." He requested. Jay nodded and hurried off as the seven of us took seats at the table. Jay and Sue soon returned with eight beers. We passed them around the table and finally Jay sat in the vacant seat with a beer of his own. Sue scurried off back to the kitchen. The chatter in the room had returned and we were only awarded a few curious glances here and there.

The angels had removed their jackets and had carefully draped them on the back of their chairs. Their bicep muscles were more prevalent now, and I was starting to sweat. Being around all of this sexiness and testosterone was making me EXTREMELY nervous.

"So, not that we don't appreciate the help, but, what exactly are you guys doing here?" Jay asked. "I thought Earth was a place that you guys don't usually frequent." Michael took point as spokesperson.

"Well, we do spend a good deal of time on Earth, we just stay invisible. This is the first time in a long time that I was visible to humans." The other two nodded in agreement. "As for what we're doing here, well, we were trying to make the playing fields a little more level. We can only interfere so much in this upcoming war. The Big Guy upstairs insists that we let the humans do most of the work. You guys are so few in number. I'm feeling sorry for you."

I sat there and took in his voice. Man that accent was gorgeous. His voice, in general, deep and lilting, was gorgeous. God Connie, snap the Hell out of this! Maybe Dean was right, you do need to get laid.

"So, we're not going to get any divine help?" Jay asked looking rather hopeless.

"Not much no." Michael replied. "Unless, He deems it acceptable for us to intervene."

"So, He's just going to let us all get over run with demons and the whole world he created will go to Pot?" Dean asked. Michael glanced over at him.

"God has all confidence that you will come out victorious in this war. If all hope is lost, then he will send in his angelic armies."

"Yeah, probably after we're all dead." Dawn replied cynically. Neither Beth nor Dawn were big church goers. They believed in what they could see, and seeing as how they had never seen God, they were pretty much skeptics. Michael looked grave. You could tell he himself did not like the situation one bit. As a matter of fact, none of the three angels looked terribly happy about this plan.

I sighed and took a sip of my beer. Things weren't going to go very well. We didn't really have divine backing in the front, and we weren't going to get any until all hunters were lying dead in ditches or pits somewhere. At that point, it may be too late. This was a losing battle, and I did not like that thought one bit. I wanted to get back out there and find Mark as well.

Across the room, a cell phone went off, the ringtone: The Immigrant Song by Led Zeppelin. I knew right away that that was Raina's cell phone. I knew because I convinced her to get that ring tone. Nothing could beat Led Zeppelin tunes. I heard her flip the phone open and then I heard her say "hello." And then, something I wasn't really expecting to hear:

"Dad?"

A/N: Ok, I know it's short, sorry! I just wanted to get this out there before I went to bed. I need to sleep and think on what's going to come next. I'm not entirely sure, haha. Anyway, as soon as I post this chapter, I'm going to post pictures of who I thought of when I write about the Archangels. I won't put any names other than their characters. I guess it's a little guessing game if you want to play. If you don't want to then just click the link!

Thanks so much to all of my reviewers and to actress19 who suggested I post pictures of the angels in the first place. Hope you enjoyed this update!