Chapter 10
A/N: Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry for not updating sooner! I have final exams and I should be able to update regularly after May 31th. Also I forgot to mention that Michael only retains certain memories, and that he lost most of the knowledge he had as an angel, when he gave up his grace.
I wake up to hear the sound of birds chirping outside my window. I stretch and sigh, feeling immensely comfortable in my make-shift bed. I look out the window and see sun rays poking through the window. When I turn back to look at the bed, I come face to face with Michael. I startle, because honestly, who the hell wouldn't? He's just sitting there, beside my bed, staring at me. Well, that's a little creepy. I sit up, running a hand through my hair, and look up at Michael.
"How long have you been sitting there?"
"Not long, just a few minutes." He says holding a hand out to me. I take it and he pulls me up from the floor. We both walk downstairs and the smell of coffee hits me as soon as I enter the kitchen. I pull a coffee mug out of the cabinet for both Michael and myself. I sit down across from Michael and we enjoy the quiet of the morning. I finish my cup of coffee and take it over to the sink, washing out and then setting it down in the sink. I walk back over to Michael and take his finished cup of coffee from him, and put it in the sink. I walk back over to the table and take a seat.
"So, I was thinking that maybe today we could get you started with training, just the basics, common lore, things like that." I say giving him a small smile. "Hell, if you even feel like it, maybe I could get Dean to help you with some target practice."
"Yeah, sounds good." Michael says returning the smile.
"Well c'mon then, daytime's wasting." I say pulling Michael up from his chair and down the hall to the library. I pull out a stack of books about wendigos, demons, vampires, and other supernatural fuglies. I sit down across from him, pushing the books about demons toward him.
"Alright, that is everything you could ever want to know about demons, so how about you read that for a little while, and then I'll come get you so that Dean can get you started with target practice."
"Sounds great, thanks Lauren." He says, turning his attention from me to the books. I walk out of the room and walk over to the gun cabinet, and pull out a .45, Rifle, and Semi-Automatic along with their ammo. I set out to find Dean, and the first place I look is the garage out back. Of course, that's where I find him, and he's doing none other than fixing up his car. I walk up to the car, lean down, and look under the car.
"Dean, do you ever do anything or than work on that car?" I ask smiling.
"Hey, I can't help it if you're jealous of this car. You know, it's perfectly normal to be jealous of a car when it's on top of me, and you aren't." He says grinning insanely.
"Oh yeah, guess what I'm doing?" I ask, taking a step back as he crawls out from under the car.
"What?"
"Well, not you." I say, laughing as a look of shock comes over his face. "Seriously though, I was hoping you could help Michael with some target practice."
"Yeah, just let me get this car finished up, and then I'll take him out shooting for a while. Where is he now?"
"I've got him studying some lore in the library now, as a matter of fact, I'd better go check on him." I say walking back toward the house. When I get back to the library, I see that Michael has finished the book over demons, and is now a little way through the book about wendigos.
"Hey." I say, leaning against the door frame.
"Hey, what's up?" Michael asks closing the book and sliding it away from him.
"Well, I was just thinking, maybe it's time for you to get out the house and maybe see if you beat Dean at target practice."
"Yeah, alright." He says standing up and walking toward the door. We both walk out and by now, Dean has made it back, so with his help, we load up Dad's truck and drive back through a field. We set up a few empty beer bottles, and carefully get out the guns.
"Alright, Michael, the most important thing about a gun is always assume it's loaded. So with a gun like this," Dean says holding up the .45, "You can press this little button and the magazine will drop out. However, with a shotgun or rifle, you will need to have the gun pointed at the ground, and turn on safety, and pull back the breech of the gun, and check for bullets." I listen as Dean goes over in careful detail about the three guns we have with us. After Dean gets done telling Michael about guns, he hands one to me, and picks one up himself.
"Now, pay attention Michael, cause I'm about to show you that on any given say of the week, I can outdo Lauren at shooting."
"Yeah, yeah. We'll see about that." I say taking aim at the target. I hear Dean's gun go off at a rapid pace, so I take a deep breath and pull the trigger. Shots ring in my ears, and after firing a round of bullets, I put the gun down. I look over at Dean and Michael, and we all start walking toward the targets. I walk over to my target and it shows that I made dead-center almost every time I shot. I look over at Dean and see he has about the same, with the exception of a few stray bullets.
"You're off your game, Winchester." I say holding up my target.
"Watch it, Singer." Dean says playfully.
"Alright Michael, are you ready to shoot some guns?" I ask walking over to him.
"Uh, y-yeah." He stutters out. I walk over to Michael, and watch as he pulls a gun into his hands. His hands are shaky and I walk over to him.
"Alright, Michael, you need to relax. If you get too nervous, there's a more likely chance of the gun misfiring. Here, let me help you." I say walking over to him, I grip his hand firmly in mine and reach around him to steady his shoulder. I lean in against him, prepared to raise his arms up to aim, and god he smells incredible. And those muscles, mmm... my thoughts drift to Michael, but quickly shake my head, trying to push those thoughts away. He was an angel, and I'm no religion expert, but I'm pretty sure having impure thoughts about an angel qualifies as a sin. And not just a slap on the wrist sin, it's drag you to hell for all eternity sin. I watch as Michael slowly pulls the trigger. He puts the gun down and all three of us walk out to the target. I have to admit, for a newly turned human, Michael has pretty damn good aim. We stay there in the back field for a while, shooting and talking. Then the sun starts to set, and we start to pack up and head for home.
"Dean, can you give me a hand with picking up the pieces of beer bottles we shot earlier?" I ask looking over to him.
"Nah, you get the weapons and get in the truck, me and Michael will pick up the rest. Right Mike?" Dean says as he looks over to Michael.
"Yeah, sure. No problem." I watch as Michael and Dean walk over and start picking up the broken beer bottles. I finish putting up the weapons and make my way into the truck. I see Dean and Michael talking, but they are too far away for me to be able to hear what they are saying. I see Dean pat Michael on the back and then they start walking back to the truck.
The ride back home is silent, and when we get back Dean rushes out of the car leaving Michael and myself alone.
"I hope you had fun today, Michael" I say looking over at him, smiling.
"Yeah, it was even better with you there." He says, slightly blushing. I feel heat rush to my face, and quickly turn away, feeling embarrassed. The truck is filled with a slightly awkward silence. When I turn back, I come face to face with Michael, our faces just inches apart. Our eyes meet and slowly, I feel myself leaning in. Our lips brush softly, and he caresses my face softly. We pull back and I smile at him, a relaxed smile, and he smiles back.
"Lauren," Michael starts, "I know this might seem sudden, but would you like to have dinner with me?"
A smile spreads across my face, "Yes, I would like that very much, Michael."
"It's a date." He says. After a few more moments, he steps out of the door, and holds out his hand to me. I take it and he pulls me out of the car and we walk toward the house. When we walk in and I see Anna, Rachel, Gabriel, and Balthazar sitting in the living room. Anna gets up from her seat and hugs me.
"Hi, Anna. How are you?" I ask pulling away from the hug.
"I'm great! And I heard the news from Dean! I can't wait to help you get ready for your date!" I look over to Dean and he is leaning against the doorway, a smirk plastered on his face.
"Thanks Anna, I'm really glad you're here. You too, Rachel."
"Well c'mon, let's get you ready." Anna says taking my hand and pulling me up the stairs excitedly. When we get upstairs, I am quickly put in front of the mirror and have two people working on my makeup and hair. When the two angels are finished, my hair is neatly pulled to the side in a bun with a braid to one side. When I stand up Anna is holding a dark blue satin dress that has a one shoulder strap and the seam comes up just a few inches above my knee. I slip into the elegant gown, and look in the mirror. I hardly recognize myself. I never get to dress this nicely, what with being on hunting trips all the time. Anna and Rachel finish up with tiny details and I walk toward the stairs. As I descend down the stairs, my heart starts to beat faster. Why am I so nervous? This is just a date, no big deal, so why am I so nervous? I am taken aback when I see Michael standing at the bottom of the stairs wearing a dark blue suit with a black tie. Damn he looks fine!
He smiles up at me, and my heart flutters. "You look gorgeous beyond compare." He says taking my hand and leading me toward the front door.
When we get to the kitchen, my dad and John are standing at the front door.
"You look beautiful, Lauren." Dad says.
"Thank you, Dad." I say walking over to him, giving him a goodbye hug. I walk over to John and give him a hug as well.
"Yeah, well just so ya know, I'll be sitting here cleaning my gun." Dad says. I roll my eyes at that. He was always so overprotective.
"Okay, okay. Settle down, Dad. I'll be fine." I say walking over to Michael. He takes my hand and we walk in the living room to say our goodbyes to the rest of the family. I get hugs from everyone, including the angels.
"So, what's the plan for tonight?" I ask looking over to Michael.
"I can't tell you, it would ruin the surprise." Then Balthazar walks over and puts a hand on both of us. The next thing I know, we are sitting at a table, by candlelight underneath the Eiffel Tower in Paris. I find it incredibly romantic and after dinner, we take a stroll through a park in Paris. We sit down on a bench and we sit there holding onto each other, talking about memories. Later that night, we go to see Romeo and Juliet in an old theatre. Soon the night is dwindling down to an end, and Michael calls for one of the angels to come and pick us up. We wait in silence for a few moments, and then we both look at each other and enjoy our first date kiss underneath the Eiffel Tower. Nothing could have ruined that moment. I hear a sound that sound like wind, and come face to face with my worst nightmare... Crowley.
This is not going to end well.
A/N 2: Please, please, please review! Hope you enjoyed, please give me your feedback on what you thought about this chapter, and the whole story in general! :)