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SUPERNATURAL

THE SPEAR OF DESTINY

CHAPTER EIGHT-Heavenly Half-breed:

The screen flickered a few times, before Myra came rushing out the door, tears flowing freely down her face.

Jo choked back coming tears as her elder sister stood at the edge, and slowly turned, letting the hospital band flutter away on the wind.

"Constantine," came her voice, haunting and distant.

Then she turned, and let herself fall.

Jo clapped a hand over mouth and turned, sobbing silently.

Dean wrapped his arms around her and stroked her hair.

"Shhh, relax sweetheart," he whispered, kissing her forehead.

"I need to watch it again," Jo stammered, pulling away and rewinding the film.

For the second time she watched her sister burst through the door and stand at the edge, but this time, naught was said.

They all frowned.

"Sammy, did you get the name?"

"Yeah, Constantine."

"Good. We have some visiting to do tomorrow."

Missouri awoke.

They had figured it out.

"I suppose I had better warn him," she muttered to herself, as she picked up the phone, and dialled the number.

After all, he will be dealing with the Winchesters…

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"Alright, question." Chas said, turning to face the man in the back seat as they sat in the cab, outside the small church. "How much longer do I have to be your slave, John?"

The rain was coming down heavier now, and thunder clapped deafeningly overhead.

Constantine continued to stare out the rain-streaked window.

"You're not my slave Chas," he said, turning to face the kid. "You're my very appreciated apprentice,"

Chas looked away.

"Like Tonto or Robin…or that skinny fellow, with the fat friend,"

"Yeah, right…so why don't I apprentice anything but driving? You didn't even back me up at Midnite's!" Chas exclaimed.

John frowned.

He had gone back to gazing out the window, and something had caught his attention.

He opened the door and stepped into the rain, looking around cautiously for any more demons.

"John? John!" Chas called, as the door was slammed shut. "I love our little talks John!" he cried sarcastically as the older man ran up the stairs, using his coat to protect him from the stinging rain.

Chas sat back and took a bite out of his red liquorice. "Gotta love our heart to hearts."

John walked into the warm, well-lit church briskly, looking around at the rich furnishings.

Absently, he brushed the water from his jacket and approached the far end of the room.

A young man approached, his dark hair brushed to the side neatly.

"May I take your coat, sir?" He asked politely.

"No, thanks. I wont be staying long," he replied.

"How about you ma'am?"

"Oh no, I won't be staying long either," came a female voice from behind him.

A petite blonde stepped forth, wearing a leather jacket and tight jeans, and John was pretty sure they had met once before.

"I really need to speak with the priest. It's very important." She said.

"First come first served," John said.

The girl frowned, and then it dawned on her.

"Oh. You're the asshole on the elevator. I didn't think it was a one off thing," she said.

So they had met. In the hospital.

She was the one Chas ha been admiring.

The young man looked over at the small congregation at the end of the room, and nodded as they broke up.

He led the blonde girl to the priest.

"Hello Father. Um, my name is Joanna, and I—"

That was all John heard as he approached the only one left of the meeting.

The woman stood with her back facing him, staring into the flames of the fireplace.

As John got closer, a pair of large, grey feathered wings stretched from her suited body, and a chill ran down his spine.

"I know what you want, son," she said in a British accent.

"Still keeping your all seeing eye on me Gabriel? I'm flattered," John remarked, approaching her slowly.

She turned, her cropped, copper blonde hair, shimmering in the firelight.

"Well, I could offer something about how a Sheppard leads even the most wayward of his flock…but it may sound disingenuous,"

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The boys had gone outside to talk, so Jo took her chance and as she clambered silently out the bathroom window, she smiled at how easy it was to escape.

But she needed someone to talk to, and at the moment, the Winchester boy's wouldn't be much help.

She held her jacket closer around her as the rain began to fall, but it offered very little protection.

Keeping her head down as she walked away from the motel, she tried to recall where she had seen the church.

With a route in mind, she continued into the town, asking people on the way if her direction was correct.

A little over half an hour later, she stood before the glorious house of God, and sighed.

She was beginning to have second thoughts about this.

Jo took a deep breath and opened the large doors, accepting the warmth and dryness of the sanctuary.

As she walked down the velvet runner, she was stopped.

A man stood before, currently being asked if he would like his coat taken.

"No, thank you," she heard him say. "I won't be staying long,"

The young man asking turned to her. "What about you ma'am?" he asked politely.

Jo stepped forward. " Oh no, I won't be staying long either. I need to talk to the priest. It's very important," she said.

The man turned to her. "First come, first served," he said with an arrogant smile.

Jo gave him a disproving look, and then realized that she had met this man once before.

"Oh," she began. "You're the asshole on the elevator. I didn't think it was a one off thing,"

The young man nodded, and directed Jo to an older man in black.

"Hello Father. Um, my name is Joanna, and I really would like to have a quiet word with you,"

The man smiled. "Of course you may young lady, come take a seat," he said, directing he to two squat chaise chairs in front of a fire.

"What can I do for you miss?" He inquired.

Jo remained silent for several moments, just staring into the flames, remembering all she would rather forget.

"Joanna?"

"Oh, yes…my sister…she passed, recently…I needed someone to talk to, and I can't talk to my boyfriend or his brother…"

"Why not dear?"

"They…well, they're her half siblings as well as I…"

The priest gave her an odd look.

"No, no, no, no, no…you misunderstand me father. I suppose I wasn't quite clear…. you see, I'm not related to them in any way. See, my mother, and their father, had my sister…but I was born to a different father, and them a different mother."

The priest smiled. "Of course…I'm sorry to take it the wrong way. I take it you only found out recently?"

Jo nodded.

"Anyway, I just wanted to ask…it appears…well my sister was very sick, in the head, you know? And they say it was suicide…is there any chance that she's gone to heaven?"

The father looked at her sympathetically. "I really am sorry dear, but…that is quite impossible. To end ones life purposely is a mortal sin. I'm afraid…well…you know…"

Jo didn't need to hear anymore.

She already knew…

Her and her sister were condemned to fiery damnation for all eternity…

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"I've been seeing some unusual soul traffic lately," John said, making himself comfortable in front of the fire. "You might consider giving me an extension. I could do your side some good these days,"

Gabriel collapsed into a large velvet chair and crossed her legs.

"You're still trying to buy your way into heaven?" she inquired gently.

"What about all the minions I've sent back? That alone should guarantee my entry,"

"How many times have I told you?" she asked, uncrossing her legs and sitting further into the chair. "That's not the way this works!"

"Why, haven't I served him enough? What does he want from me?" John asked.

"Only the usual," Gabriel countered. "Self sacrifice, belief…"

"Oh I believe for Christs sake," John murmured.

"No, no…you know. There's a difference. You've seen."

"I never asked to see! I was born with this curse!" John growled, approaching the woman.

"A gift, John. One that you've squandered on selfish endeavours." She climbed from the seat and stood in front of the fire.

"I'm pulling demons out of little girls," he growled. "Who's that for?"

"Everything you've done, you've only ever done for yourself," she pointed out. "To earn your way back into his good graces…"

"Impossible rules, endless regulations…" he approached a bible and flicked the pages violently. "Who goes up and who goes down and why," he picked it off its pedestal and threw it to the floor. He got closer to her, so their noses where almost touching. "You don't even understand us…you're the one who should go to hell, half-breed," He whispered vehemently.

Gabriel stared up at him and her green eyes slowly turned gold. John backed down and sat.

"Why me Gabriel?" He asked. "It's personal, isn't it? The boss has it in for me. I never went to church, I didn't pray…why?"

Gabriel approached and crouched down in front of him, taking his hands.

"You are going to die young…because you've smoked thirty cigarettes a day since you were fifteen." She paused. "And you are going to go to hell, because of the life you took…" he looked up at her and their gaze met. There was silence for a second as she leant closer to him.

"You're fucked,"

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