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Who Am I?

Chapter 38

"So, come up with a plan to save the world yet?" Balthazar asked me.

I looked up from the surface of the old mahogany coffee table.

"No." I said forcefully.

"Well, let me know when you do."

"Why? What do you care about this world, Balthazar?"

He turned and fixed me with a very pointed, sad look.

"Despite what you may think of me, I actually do care about what happens to this planet."

"Is there some incredibly shallow reason at the source of that care?"

Balthazar just sighed and walked out of the room.

I was admittedly being a little harsh on the guy. Angel. Whatever. But I was under a lot of stress. Coming up with a plan to prevent the Apocalypse is kind of a daunting task when you actually try and accomplish it.

I shifted my gaze back down to the table and got back into my contemplative mindset, disconnecting from everything around me, focusing only on what I knew and how I could use that to solve the problem that had been put in front of me.

Suddenly, the answer hit me.

It was so obvious, I couldn't believe I hadn't figured it out before. Maybe the insanity of the idea was what kept if from my head.

The Endwar would be set in motion when Lucifer broke free from his Cage. As Cas had said, things would deteriorate from there. Horsemen would have their fun, and Lucifer and Michael would ultimately engage in the mother of all sibling grudge matches.

At the end of everything, half the planet would be gone, if expectations could be believed. It would still be there, but in such an absolute wreck that nothing could live on it. The other half would be remade as the victor saw fit.

But all of this came back to one thing. One being whose presence was absolutely necessary for the whole thing to go off.

Lucifer.

I walked out onto the balcony. Everyone else had been sitting around there, leaving my own personal planning method to me while they worked at theirs.

I noticed Cas and Anna weren't there.

"Anyone seen Cas? Or Anna?" I asked at random. "I think I finally came up with something."

"Haven't seen either of them in about a day." Jason said.

"A day?"

"Yeah."

"Well, where the hell could-" I said angrily, turning around unconsciously, and saw something truly stupefying.

Cas was coming up from the cellar. The only clothes he had on were his dark dress pants.

He had a bottle of wine in his hand.

He saw me looking, gave me a light smirk, and walked off in the direction of the guest bedrooms.

"Cas, wait, wait! That was made before you were even trapped in Purgatory and…" Balthazar was saying, sprinting up the cellar steps and hurrying after him.

We all just stood there, gazing at the cellar door, wondering how to react.

"I'd forgotten how focused he could get with her." I said to no-one in particular.

"What's the deal with those two?" Piper asked.

"Cas and Anna? Long story, so I'll give you the short version: They ran into each other when Cas was on-the-clock, tracking down a fallen angel. Three guesses who that was."

"Anna?"

"You won final Jeopardy. They've had that thing going pretty much ever since, and it got way easier when Anna got back into the Halo-and-Wings-club's good books."

"Why would that make it easier?"

"Angels and Agents often come into contact given the nature of their duties. Made midnight rendezvous easy and they could pass it off as work."

"Speaking of, what was that Balthazar said about you sleeping with the wrong angel again?" Leo asked.

"Oh. Right. That. That was...that was nothing, really. Well, no, not nothing, but-" I rambled.

"What happened?" Thalia piped in from the far end of the balcony, looking oddly amused at this turn of conversation.

"Well, she kind of came onto me, and then when she found out I was a demon she kinda tried to…scalp me. For starters. Hence why I needed to hide out with Balthazar."

For some reason, everybody else found this extremely funny.

"Anyway, I think I have something." I said angrily.

"Well what are we waiting on them for? Let's-" Leo began.

"Whoa. You don't want to interrupt angels in the middle of… actually, you don't even want to get a glimpse of it happening."

"Why?"

"Something to do with the true forms of angels burning out the eyes and minds of those who look upon them. No biggie."

"Oh."

"Yeah. Don't worry. Give them a day, tops. And a bit of slack. It's been almost three-hundred years, and a presumed death. Lot of lost time to catch up on."