Chapter 11

Gadreel had remained silent throughout the car ride, but I thought maybe he was having a bit of internal conflict. He was an angel and his new companion was a Wiccan. He seemed accepting, but I wondered if part of him was really bothered. I wanted to ask him, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it.

I had shared something personal with him because I wanted to and because I trusted him. I wanted him to feel the same way, but on his own. Yes, I wanted to tell him that we could have a reciprocal relationship, but I didn't want to jinx it.

Eventually, he asked me if I had a spare journal he could use.

"You said that keeping a record helped you to learn and to cope." He said and I grinned.

"Yeah, in one of my bags." I said and when I glanced over at him, he met my eyes briefly, gave a small nod and looked outside the window. I couldn't help but smile. He was so gorgeous. "I was thinking," I began, which got him looking back at me. "Do you know how to handle a gun?" I asked and he seemed slightly stunned. I just wanted to get to the subject of training him as a hunter, but just couldn't push it out of me. I was surprised I even got that question out.

"No." he replied, voice somewhat flat.

"Is it alright if I teach you?" I asked him, glancing over at him once in a while to not take my eyes off the road. He seemed to consider it, and then looked back at me.

"You mean to teach me how to be a hunter." he said and I felt relieved. I wanted to cut to the chase, but wasn't sure I could. Gadreel pretty much did it for me.

"Exactly!" I said, sort of letting my excitement seep into my tone of voice. "That's, if you want to." I added, sounding calmer. When I looked at him, he gave me that soft smile.

"I would like that." He replied. "Perhaps I could teach you Enochian." He added and I glanced at him with confusion clearly written all over my face.

"What?" I asked him and he let out a small laugh. Wait, did he just laugh? Oh my Goddess, the man can laugh! Ah, he sounds so sexy.

"The language of the angels. I could teach you the Enochian sigils and what they do." he explained and I smiled slowly, enjoying that smile on his lips. Not only that, but we were having a reciprocal relationship.

"That would be cool." I said and then we returned to silence, but it was nice and I was happy. Maybe we weren't at the stage of exchanging personal things, but we were about to exchange knowledge. That was definitely a good thing.

What wasn't good was my money situation. I needed more. So, when we got into the next town, I did what I could and earned about five hundred dollars. It was safe to say that I had hit the jackpot. And Gadreel, adorable as he was, watched my back and stood close whenever someone got too cheeky.

We left the bar before anyone complained and quickly got something to eat and rented a motel room. We ate burgers and fries and talked about what we would learn from each other. Then, I took a shower. When I stepped out, Gadreel had begun writing in my spare journal and I couldn't help but stare at him. He was just so gorgeous.

When he was finished, it was his turn to shower and grabbed fresh clothes.

"When you're done, I'd like to get our clothes washed at the laundry mat." I said and he simply nodded and closed the bathroom door behind him.

I wrote in my journal too, but didn't have much to say. I sat on the sofa, turned on the television and flipped through the channels over and over, as if hoping something better would magically appear. I glanced at Gadreel's journal on the table and quickly gave myself shit.

"Anne, you are not going to read his journal, not unless you have a really good reason."

I tried to distract myself with the television and Gadreel actually finished his shower sooner than I thought. When he stepped out, he wore a Metallica t-shirt with another great pair of jeans. He looked good… too good. Oh, I wanted to let my hands wander up and down his chest, maybe down to his ass.

He grabbed his leather jacket and pulled it on.

Ah! The man does it on purpose to look so delicious!

He grabbed our bags of clothes and then turned to me. He stood there and immediately frowned at me. Oh, he caught me staring at him, didn't he? Shit!

"I want to take out my journals, candles and everything else first." I said and began unpacking so only my clothes were in the bags. Then he took my bags for me and I grabbed both keys to my car and to our room, locking the door behind me.

He placed our bags in the back seat and we drove to the laundry mat, which took me a while to find. We walked in, being the only ones in there besides an employee, and I began sorting our clothes as Gadreel watched me, head titled and eyebrows knit in incomprehension. When I was done, I began washing the darks and then washed the lights in another machine. I sat on one of the dryers and met Gadreel's eyes with a smile.

I wanted for us to talk, but we just stood there, staring at each other and then looking at everything else. Uh, how I hated this. Why couldn't we talk to each other? Why couldn't he tell me more about himself? All I knew was that he was an angel, locked up and tortured for the fall of Eden, helped Metatron, sacrificed himself for Castiel and was now human.

I wanted to know more. That's why I wanted to read his journal. My thought was that if he wouldn't tell me, he'd tell his journal.

"I was thinking, maybe tomorrow we can start our lessons." I said and he met my eyes without much expression in his face. I had to talk about something, so I fell on his training.

"Sounds alright." He replied and fell silent.

This is getting to be frustrating.

"Is there something wrong?" I asked him and when he met my eyes, he gave a slight frown. I didn't really want to ask, but I felt that I had to.

"Why do you ask?" he asked me and I raised an eyebrow at him as if saying: isn't is obvious?

"You don't talk much." I replied and then he lost that frown and seemed a little sad. I didn't mean to, I just wanted to know why he didn't want to talk to me. We had just been on a hunt together and we might be together for a long time. Like, c'mon!

He remained silent for a few seconds, but kept his gaze on me.

"I cannot stop thinking about the soul that was once in this body." He said softly, as if he didn't want the employee to hear him. I wore my confusion on my face and he paused for a few seconds. "Angels, like demons, must possess humans. Our true form can blind them. Now that I have returned to this body, to live as a human, this vessel has become my body. Its soul must have stayed in Heaven." Gadreel explained and then I understood why he was a little disconnected.

I wanted to say something, but didn't know what. How could I offer him some comfort?

"I have taken his life from him." Gadreel said, looking away from me, probably so I wouldn't see his guilt. But I didn't need to see it to know it was there.

What do I say? No, I don't believe that, stop blaming yourself?

I place my hand on his shoulder and when he met my eyes, I gave him my softest smile.

"If he's in Heaven, then I don't think he's complaining." I said and he glanced away, as if he wasn't so sure. Life on Earth wasn't easy and part of us long for death so we can have an easier and happier life on the other side. I was certain that the guy wasn't angry at Gadreel for being in Heaven.

At that point, we stayed pretty quiet.

But when the washing was over, he helped me put the clothes in the dryer. We remained silent and when they were done; I showed him how to fold them. It was adorable to see him frown as he couldn't fold them like I could. Other than that, he seemed content to help.

If only he could be like that in conversations with me.