July 31, 2010
The next two weeks went by pretty quickly. And get this—nothing terrible happened. The two weeks came and went, with no problems at all. Something was wrong. I knew it.
So I used the time to live humanely, and not Archangel-ly, life and death stuff.
For example, I went down to Juliet's city, Colorado Springs, to the theater I saw Eclipse at, to watch the movies of July. Luckily, a movie I wanted to see came out the same day that a cool-looking kid's movie came out...so I went to Autumn, Juliet's mom, and had them see Despicable Me, while I went hardcore to see Predators.
Get this also, Sarah tagged along for The Sorcerer's Apprentice. Too bad Gabriel wasn't here, or else we'd have said bye bye to Nicolas Cage.
Sigh. Jasper dragged us in for Salt, only because of Angelina Jolie. Blah. I liked her in Mr. & Mrs. Smith but...not one of my favorites.
Really wanna know? Michelle Rodriguez is the absolute best. Enough said.
Because of 17 Again, had to go see Zac Efron's Charlie St. Cloud, with Juliet. I liked it...
The twentieth was Alice's birthday, so we'd gone shopping galore for that. The twenty-eighth was Jasper's boy, Matthew's fifth birthday, and of course I brought Juliet with me. Keri loved her to death. Who wouldn't? The strawberry blond haired, dark sapphire eyed girl looked adorable and sweet.
Since there was nothing else to do this 'summer' vacation, I took my favorite trio and grandma to Bobby's for the day. Juliet disappeared into the junkyard, in her own little world. Grandma offered to clean his house, and he didn't try and stop her. I was up in the spare room with Jackson, going through my books. I made a humongous book shelf appear, which I would later take back to grandma's.
"Hmmm..." I said, rifling through a Mary Higgins Clark novel.
"These look like a series...are you keeping them?" Jackson pointed to the Flowers In The Attic series were stacked.
I pondered. "No. Put 'em in the Goodwill bag," I said, and so he did. Next I was looking at the back of Tempted, seeing when the next book came out—WHOA! It's totally been out! Now I'm mad. I exited the room, and yelled down the stairs, "BOBBY?"
"He went outside!" grandma yelled, "To make sure Juliet didn't get lost or anything." she explained. Grinning, I went downstairs and ran outside, noticing that Jackson was right behind me.
Out in the junkyard, I stopped to listen. Hearing Juliet's little adorable voice, and then Bobby's in response made me take off towards wherever they were at.
Found them. Jules was sat on the edge of the front of a car, watching Bobby tie her shoes that had gotten loose. Watching this made me gain new respect and amazement for Bobby. I'm taking a high guess he's been around Sam and Dean's lives since they were young, because from the look on his face, he wasn't used to girls.
"Thank you." Jules said, when he finished her shoes, jumping down afterwards.
"Hey Bobby," I finally made myself noticeable. "Do you if there's a bookstore in Sioux Falls?" I asked.
He had to think. "There's a Barnes & Noble," he remembered. "On West 41st Street." he added.
Jackson stood up straight, "Got it." he put a hand on my shoulder, and we were gone before we could say goodbye.
Burned was found easily, in the teen books. Along with the several twilight saga books, which had gotten annoying even now. Getting the book I wanted, I began to take a look through the other books in the teen section. Hmm...Vampire Diaries, Vampire Academy, I smiled when I saw the infamous Maximum Ride ones, making me think of the Eraser from the future.
"Lynn? How long are you going to stay here?" Jackson asked. He'd needed to go on a killing run like, right now, before he ended up raging in the bookstore...
"A while, I came here for one book but all of these look so good, so I'll probably buy like a lot. Why?" I explained.
"I'll be right back. Please, don't leave the building." he said.
"Okay-?" I said, tilting my head as he left the store. "Wonder what's up?" I asked, gazing back at the books.
"Need help looking for anything?" a tall man employee with Dean-hair and brown eyes asked when he came up, and he tried not to make it obvious that he was trying to hit on me.
I decided to let him continue his perverted-fantasy on me. "Actually, yeah. There any good stories about angels? Not like myth ones, but like fiction stories? Romance?"
Oh his whole world lit up at that, "As a matter of fact, there are some right here," he stepped back, and I followed him. "Best sellers." he smiled, faking innocence. I glanced at the two he pointed at. hush, hush, and Fallen. I took them both and read the backs—and hell they looked good.
"I'll take 'em." I said.
To waste time until Jackson returned, I nabbed some random Dean Koontz novels I hadn't read, my 'mom' liked his stuff. And to top it off—I bought the Stephen King book that Jack referred to, Under The Dome. So, waiting for my demon's return, I sat down on the couches area and started to read the Jack-book, which was, holy crap, over one-thousand pages long.
About half-an hour later, after only reading seventy pages—this book was fucking goooory!, Jackson finally came back in. "I'm sorry for that." he said sincerely.
"No problem. Can we go?" I asked, noticing that the pedi guy was staring over at us.
Jackson saw how uncomfortable I looked, "What is it?" he instantly looked around.
"Nothing, nothing, relax. I've seen you almost stab a guy once, don't wanna see it again." I explained, remembering Juliet's 'dad', Shawn. I lifted up my bag of books, and we exited the store.
The skies were getting dark, a storm was coming quick. "About time it rained," I said happily, I love me some thunder-storms. "Let's get some early dinner." I said, spotting a Taco Bell, deciding on American-Mexican food over my greases today.
We crossed the street, and entered the fast-food place. Upon entering, I saw several junior-senior girls all look at us, giving flirtatious looks at Jackson. Though I didn't blame them, I wanted to rip all their eyes out.
Hold up, me protective of Jackson-? What the hell is wrong with me.
It was seriously dark by the time we returned, and guess what familiar thing I saw outside of Bobby's? That's right, the Impala.
Meaning Sam and Dean were here. I wasn't sure if I was ready to see Sam again...with a soul. Would I cry? Yeah, maybe. He was normal again. Introducing Jackson again would be a blast, for sure. I wonder how grandma reacted to him—Dean's YOUNGER brother, who's super taller than him, haha.
As the rain was pouring, we went inside. "Yo..." I said casually, setting my dinner down on a table.
Sam was in the kitchen. "Lynn-?" he recognized.
Oh man, he really seemed different, just by the way he said my name. "Can you put this upstairs?" I asked Jackson. He took the books bag and disappeared. Sam flinched for a moment, but then took it in.
"You look great," he said. "Grew what, like an inch?" he teased. I nodded, but didn't speak. "You okay?" he asked.
I went up and hugged him, "You're back," I said, "Really back."
He hugged back, "I am."
I went into the next room, where I saw Dean and grandma sat at Bobby's desk. "Where's Bobby and Juliet?" I asked.
"Store," Dean said.
I looked out the window, "In this weather?"
"That's what I said," Sam agreed. I looked towards the stairs, wondering what was taking Jackson so long.
"Hello guys," We all looked over to see oooh, the hot French guy, Baltha...Balthy...something. Racquel was there as well. He walked past us and looked at the brothers, "You've seen The Godfather, right?" he asked.
"Balthazar?" Dean said, ooh, Balthazar, that's right. I kinda liked Baltha/Balthy better though...
"The end where Michael Corleone sends his men to kill his enemies in one big bloody swoop?" he explained.
"Hey," Dean said. Balthazar made a bowl appear, and he grabbed some salt. "I said hey." Dean said again, as the angel was mumbling something.
"You did. Twice. Good for you." Balthazar tapped his shoulder.
"What the hell are you and Baltha-boyfriend doing here?" I asked Racquel. She looked at me with her clear brown eyes, but didn't say anything.
"Blood of lamb, blood of lamb..." Balthazar said then.
Racquel teleported to Bobby's fridge. "Here." she came back and handed it to him.
"Ah, yes, thank you dear." Balthazar opened the jar. Grandma looked highly disgusted at this.
"Why are you talking about the Godfather?" Sam asked.
"Because we're in it," Balthazar said. "And in the role of Michael Corleone, is the Archangel, Raphael." he explained.
"What the hell are you talking about?" I finally asked.
Balthazar rummaged through a box, pulling out a small bag with a bone of sorts. "Raphael is after us all. He's got his vessel, and he's on the move."
Wow, talk about slow. Aunty Raphael tried to kill me a second time two weeks ago. "Where's Cas?" Sam caught my attention.
"Cassie is deep underground." Mr. French said, stirring whatever he put into the bowl, going over to the window. Right when he finished drawing an odd symbol on the window, I heard things flicker. "Where is it?" he opened his jacket shirt, revealing a wound on his side.
"What happened there?" Dean asked. I looked at Racquel, and I finally noticed that she was bloodied on her lower stomach and waist.
"Uncle Rapphie sent his 'baddest' on me and Racquel. I'm actually flattered," Balthazar explained. He was about to hand a key to Sam, when suddenly he snatched it back. Instead, he handed it to grandma. "Here you are, fine lady," he said. "This will make it fun. Three instead of two, Racquel!" he said over.
The white haired angel nodded, and then winced a bit from pain. Grandma took the key, an obvious 'WTF' look on her face. "What do I do with this?"
"Run with it," Balthazar said, just as he gotten blasted back. Grandma stepped back, in front of the brothers from reaction. I saw Racquel stiffen, and she gazed behind her, as a strange man came up to us.
"Virgil," Baltha-boyfriend said, getting up. "I said, run!" he held out his hand, blasting back Sam, Dean and my grandma against the window. I screamed as they broke through the window, not wanting to imagine the pain that—
"Grandma!" I cried, seeing that she, Sam, and Dean, were gone.