Harvelle Supernatural
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. Only Skylar
A/N: Hey guys, I am so sorry for the two-year hiatus. A lot was going on, and my muse wanted to work on other stories. Follow by the crazy rollercoasters the Winchesters have gone through in the actual show. I debating how far I should go. I might not do the whole Chuck/God and Jack plot. I might save it for my Cambion story. I'm still debating about it. What truly helps is episode recommendation from you guys. What episodes do you want to see Skylar in. Please, your help keeps this story going. Also, I've been going over the story again, some editing (not perfect, mainly fixing misspelling or plots that have been missed.), nothing major since grammar is not my thing.
Chapter 55: An Angel's Promise
Skylar's POV
Things have been complicated, not that I could blame the situation. I was angry, and I have every right to be angry. I felt betrayed. A year that was a lie. Although I have to admit there were many good moments—a life without hunting. Yeah, I did research on the side, but I was not in harm's way. No prophecy. No end of the world. No world domination. A simple life.
Except for that simple life cost Kevin Tran, a year on the run. All because Sam quit so early. I should have trusted my Clairvoyant abilities. Then again, my abilities have been out of whack. Doing research for hunters in finding the answers were fine. But trying to find deception in others were not. All thanks to Dick. At least Dick was in purgatory, and the leviathans were neutralized. Yet, the alpha Leviathan took so much from me that I couldn't see the truth.
I know Sam means well. After all, he felt guilty about what happened…and watching me almost dying right next to him in the Impala. But…the fact he gave up so early instead of trying hurts. And Kevin suffered for it.
At least giving Kevin and his mom my credit card can help them. Kevin needs time to accept the Winchesters back, the same I am with Sam. So, I keep track of Kevin's whereabouts, along with paying the bills. This was nothing since I'm a rich girl with hush money. One thing I did once Sam and I settled down were making many bank accounts. That way, if anything were to happen, a card is at the ready. Therefore, Sam, Dean, Jesse, Kevin, and I have access to the accounts. Along with wiring money to Tony and Sienna to fund the ranch and provide for the special children.
I sighed, staring at Riot, who was curled at my feet on the bed. No doubt Riot misses Sam. Practically Sam would take Riot on long runs on the property. I would jog now and then, but I don't share the same stamina I used to with my back injury.
I leaned over, petting Riot. The dog adjusted himself, enjoying the rub as he stuck his tongue out, "You miss daddy, don't cha?"
Riot whimpered, making a clear yes.
I sighed, "Want to go to the farmers market?"
Riot got excited. Ever since the SucroCorp incident, Sam and I did our grocery shopping at a farmer's market when in season. We didn't trust grocery stores to have produce that had corn syrup and additives. It would be three months when the news came that all tamper foods were cleared out. Yet, being cautious, we continue to shop locally. The only time we took a risk was around the south and southwest, in New Orland's and Florida. It became a habit to just shop at the farmers' market. And when the cold season came, we shopped at an organic store. Yeah, call us a millennial, but better safe than sorry. It also taught me how to appreciate food better, making my own preservatives from tomato sauce, jams, and pickles.
I took another breath, giving Riot one more belly rub before climbing out of bed and got ready for the day. Once I was ready, I put a leash on Riot and grabbed my purse before heading to the door. I checked the mailbox first, noticing a lot of college admission letters. Sam looked into getting an associate's degree in technology since he can't be a lawyer due to him being a dead man walking. Even with a new social security card and all the legal stuff to make Sam slightly legal…there were many things he can't do.
It brought back a memory to the Kevin Tran, dinner date before Dean called. Sam was acting, suggesting I get a new dress, go to the salon, and go out for a formal dinner. A part of me thought, based on how he was acting, he was going to propose. The scene was just right. Until my cellphone rang on a selected ringtone for Dean's personal cellphone.
We were truly starting over. Back to everyday life while being researchers on the side. With the hush money and my private photography business, there was nothing to worry about. But Sam needed to do more, and I suggested he get an associate's degree. For months, Sam looked into colleges and community colleges that don't have an acute background check.
Taking a deep breath, I got Riot in the jeep and got in the driver's seat. I've sent Jesse a text if he wanted to join me and waited. You never know when the Cambion will just pop out of nowhere. Things with Jesse have been going well. He was doing good in school in Australia, better training with Tony and me, and enjoys traveling. With the demons no longer active, he is not constantly on his toes. Except, he was afraid to see his adoptive parents again. Worry that demons were watching them, waiting for him to return. I keep track of the Turner's to know their whereabouts in case Jesse changes his mind.
Only a few minutes later, Jesse appeared in the backseat with Riot.
"Riot," Jesse cheered as he petted the dog, receiving licks.
"Hey Jesse, how's it goin'?" I asked, glancing at the review mirror then back to the road.
"Good, nothing much," Jesse answered. "Donnie got his first markings."
"Really," I played along.
"Can I get a tattoo?" he asked.
Jesse always asked me for permission on things. I was basically his guardian when it comes to normal stuff.
"And how old are ya?" I asked. "Thirteen?"
"Fourteen," Jesse corrected.
"Ask me again in three years," I answered his first question.
Jesse pouted until looking around, noticing the passenger seat was empty. He teleported to be in the front seat and buckled up. "Are we meeting Sam at the farmer's market?"
"No," I sighed.
"Why…is he home?" he continued.
"Not quite," I said.
Jesse looked at me, confused.
I took a deep breath, "Sam and I are taking a break."
Jesse's eyes widen. "Did he hurt you?"
"Not physically," I said.
Jesse was confused. I took another deep breath and explained to Jesse what happened. How Dean is back from purgatory, the Kevin situation, and all that jazz. Jesse was happy that Dean was back, but not about the lying Sam did. Jesse hated lies and liars. At first, Jesse offered to help find Kevin, except there was a problem. Cambions can't find people they have never met in person. It was tricky for him to find Jacob Pond, but with Sam's help, he managed. So, to see Kevin being guarded by Demons with sigils was basically impossible.
"Are you going to take him back?" he asked.
"I'm not sure," I answered with a sigh. "I'm still weighing on it."
Jesse only nodded.
Anyway, we arrived at the farmers' market. Riot was excited, knowing there is a stand that sells treats. Jesse took hold of the leash while I lead the way, going to the usual stalls on produce. Getting seasonal vegetables and fruit. Along with the new condiments, garlic ketchup, spicy honey, and some human and canine treats.
It was relaxing, going to the farmers market and doing something normal. Although it was strange to come here without Sam. As we would share some street food and talk about what we should make for dinner. Jesse stated he was hungry, so we found a stand that does BBQ nachos. We ordered a large, along with two sodas, before sitting down at a picnic table. Jesse gave Riot a treat before he sat down to eat.
"Man, these are good," Jesse praised, taking a massive bite of a loaded chip that had a chunk of brisket. As he took a bite, BBQ sauce covered his bottom lip.
I chuckled, handing him a napkin, which he blushed, accepting.
After a moment, Jesse took a sip of soda and looked at me. "How about you come over to Australia? It's been way over a year since you last visited. I'm sure Sienna would enjoy the company. Along with the others."
"I don't know," I said, taking a bite.
"Just a week, and maybe longer?" Jesse offered.
I thought about it. I need a break. Sure, Sam and I traveled around the United States, but not an international trip because off…well a dead man walking. So, we mainly travel to other states that hold interest. And the past several months has been different parts of Texas. Maybe a week in Australia can be relaxing.
"Alright, let me check my schedule and let the hunter community know I'm out of town," I said.
Jesse grinned, though held back his protest about the hunter community. Unlike the monsters in Australia who have good souls like Tony, many monsters hunt the living. Follow searching for wicked witches and demons. They hunt monsters who step out of line—nothing more and nothing less. Hell, I had to help a hunter on a cursed object and how to neutralize it.
In the end, a short vacation won't hurt, along with checking on the ranch's sigils.
"But we need Tony and Sienna's permission," I added.
"Of course," Jesse grinned and chomp on another nacho chip.
I smiled, making a mental list of what I got to do. No doubt, I need to check my schedule since I have clients wanting to get their Christmas pictures out of the way before the holiday rush. Along with baby pictures and family pictures. Make a post to the hunter community that I will be out of commission for a week, so they do not ring up my phone and private email for guidance. And I need to pull money out of the bank and convert it to Australian Dollars. A thousand dollars should be enough for a week, and whatever remaining I can give to Sienna.
Riot barked, liking the idea of a vacation. I doubt he would enjoy the heat, yet the kids will love him. I petted his head, giving the dog a piece of brisket before deciding to head back. It was Saturday, and Jesse mentioned he had no homework and decided to spend the weekend. So, once we got home, Jesse went to his room to change into comfortable clothes. I put groceries away and pulled out my cookbook to decide on what to make for dinner. Probably a light dinner since we had a hefty lunch. I decided on a corn and chicken soup with tortilla chips. It would be a while, but I double-check the fridge to be sure I had everything.
I then pulled up my planner and laptop to double-check on my schedule. Two weeks from now, I', available for an entire week. It will give me time to finish up on any researches and schedule up-and-coming photoshoots for another week. A week for a break from all the emotional rollercoaster.
I had the urge to grab my phone. I grabbed it, turning it as it rang in my hand. It was a call from Cheryl. I accepted the call putting her on speaker.
"Hey, Cheryl, what's up?" I greeted.
"Hey Sky, um…by any chance have heard from Alfie?" she asked.
I tensed when hearing this, "What?"
"Have you heard from Alfie?" she repeated. "I know this is stupid, um, he was supposed to be on a month-long conference, but he hasn't answered his phone. And the people in charge of the conference haven't been helpful."
"Sorry, I haven't heard from him since our last call three weeks ago." I lied.
"Oh, by any chance, can you try calling him. I just want to make sure he was okay," she said.
"Sure, I can do that. He could be busy," I tried to reassure.
"Thanks, how are things with you and Sam?" she asked.
I took a long deep breath, "Not so well."
"What happened?" she asked now, serious.
"He lied to me about something personal, a secret that lasted a year," I answered.
"He didn't cheat on you, did he?"
"No, not an affair," I chuckled slightly. "It is something Supernatural related. Involving what happened in SucroCorp. So, I kicked him out, and we are on a break."
"Well, if you need anything, I'm always here for ya." She offered. "Why don't you come on over in Columbus, and we have a good time."
"Maybe, I'm planning a trip to see my cousin Jesse," I said.
"All right, keep an ear out for Alfie. Everyone is worried." She said.
"I will," I promised.
We hang-up and I was about ready to scream. That fucking angel Samandriel did not keep his end of the bargain. He was supposed to release Alfie after the auction and find another vessel. That was the agreement. That was over a week ago. I picked up my phone and went through my contacts to call Alfie's phone. It rang a few times until going straight to voice mail.
"Alfie, it's me, Skylar. Cheryl called and says you haven't been answering your phone, and she is a concern. Pick up or so help me, I will hunt you down and drag you back to her." I threaten.
I hung up and went onto a hunter's website I have created for the hunter community. I posted a picture of Alfie, saying he was held hostage by an Angel to be a vessel. An angel names Samandriel, if spotted to please contact me. I know the hunter community will keep an eye out on the road. I hope he is spotted, so I can get Jesse to teleport me there, and the Cambion can remove the Angel out of Alfie.
I took several deep breaths to calm my nerves and tried to use my clairvoyant abilities. Suddenly a massive migraine consumed me. I cried out, for it felt far worse than ever before, as if someone was screwing holes in my head. I had to disconnect, for it was too much—bloody angels.
Still, I need to take every precaution and find some answers.
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I waited until Monday when Jesse left to return back to Australia. Living as a private entrepreneur, I have control of my schedule. I researched abandon churches and grabbed the materials I need. Sam would find this irrational; however, I need to do this.
Thus, inside the church, I wrote Enochian sigils on the walls and the floor, followed by a Holy Oil circle at the center. I took the ingredients and started speaking in Enochian to summon the Angel Samandriel. I continue to chant the incantation placing a feather in the bowl, burning it with the holy oil. It was a spell Castiel gave to the Winchesters. If he was unable to come by prayer, this could force an Angel to come. I continue to do the spell a few more times, except nothing happens.
Frowning, I waited, knowing Angels like to take their damn time. An hour passed, followed by two, then three until it was finally midnight. Furious, I stood up.
"Samandriel, you better show your feathery self. We had a deal. You broke that deal, now come forward," I yelled in near prayer.
"He is unable to hear you," said a woman's voice.
I turned around to see an older woman standing there in a grey suit. She held a motherly appearance, with brown hair kept in a bun while having angelic blue eyes. Her posture held authority, to that of the school principal. The one you know you don't want to be on the bad side with.
"Hello Skylar," she greeted in a comforting voice. "My name is Naomi."
"What do you mean, Samandriel won't hear me?" I asked, still keeping my guard.
"His as you hunters put it, his Angel Radio has been turned off. I and many are trying to find him," Naomi answered. "The last I saw him, I've sent him to find you to gain your collaboration in the Demon Tablet. Unfortunately, it did not go as planned."
"He made a promise to remove himself from my friend's body. Tell me, if Alfie still alive?" I demanded.
"His soul is not in heaven if that is what you're worried about," Naomi explained. "When Samandriel did not return, we kept a watch for Alfie Johnston."
I sighed in relief to know that Alfie is not dead.
"Skylar, maybe you and I can work together," she offered.
"No offense, but the last time I helped an angel resulted in me getting imprinted by leviathans and raped," I countered.
"Unfortunately, that did happen, and I apologized for the deformation on your body." She murmured.
I scoffed, doubting she meant it. From all my years, ' Angels hardly care about the human race. Only thinks of them as a burden. Only paying particular attention to the prophets and the vessels they inhabit. They were no better than demons, other than having the curtesy of asking for the concept before inhabiting their host. Even then, their war caused the death of both angels and humans to an early grave.
"You haven't lit the holy oil, so you are listening," she murmured.
I pulled out a lighter, giving her a warning not to move.
"An angelic promise was made," she sighed with disappointment. "A promise that was not fulfilled. I cannot let it slide. I promise you, on my wings, that I will ensure your friend's safe return."
"Alive," I growled. "No offense, but you angels are like demons when it comes to your word."
"I promise you, Alfie Johnston will come back to you alive, even it means resurrecting him," Naomi promised. "You and I have the same common goal to get our people back."
"And how do I know you'll keep your word?" I asked.
She pulled out an angel blade and cut her hand, as a sliver of blue showed then healed shut. "The promise is made."
"Why are you doing this?" I asked. "No offense, but your kind have your wings up your ass."
"Let's just say, I am trying to retain order before another civil war happens in the heavenly host," she answered.
"So, you're the new god?" I sarcastically asked.
"No, just an angel trying to keep the peace," she said. "Goodbye, Miss Harvelle."
In a blink of an eye, she was gone, followed by the sound of flapping. So Samandriel is on the run with my friend Alfie as his hostage? If only my clairvoyant abilities were not out of whack, would I be able to find him? Sadly, that is not possible. All I can do is wait to see where he can be found. Although, I doubt I can trust the word of an Angel.
Again, sorry for the long wait. I will try again with another chapter soon. Give me some episode ideas to put Skylar in.
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