Ashes
Chapter Two
Hello. Sorry for taking so long on the update. I, unlike you, know how this story ends and I just don't want to see that yet! It's going to be sad to end my first story I ever published to Fan Fiction!
I don't own Supernatural or any of it's goodness, just Ember and some of the settings and details. And the idea for this story.
As the wood faced clock on the wall chirped for midnight, Sam and Dean had just finished as much research as they possibly could for the night, having already spent the day in a car. All their meals were in the family vehicle as it was-much to Dean's tribulation-and often, they spent every daylight hour on the road, accompanied by staying up into the wee hours of each morning to do endless, result-less research.
So far, every angelic occurrence was chalked up to mental illness or lead to a dead end. Even so, no stone was left unturned if at all possible. Questions weren't getting answered and more arrived everyday. The boys could be described as disappointed with each passing road block, the days passing by slowly towards Halloween. "Get anything?" Dean sighed, stepping out of his heavy-duty shoes and ambling half-blind toward the bed he claimed earlier as his. "A couple of strange occurrences in one town. Just in time for Halloween, too, but nothing on the angel front. You?"
"Not a damn thing," Dean flopped, exhausted, on to the bed, his arm moving to cover his eyes, effectively blocking all light from entering.
"The angels, they're..." Ember spoke up for the first time in almost a day, time passing by quickly as an angel. "Curious-I guess would be the word-to find how you spend your time. It seems even the most ancient of the angels can still be suspect to suspicion."
Gabriel blinked, moving up from his seated position on the lakes' shore next to one of his closest friends, his vessel's muscles popping from their prolonged stillness and the sudden shock of standing. He had long grown tired of just sitting for hours at a time but, with Ember, it wasn't so monotonous anymore. "I suppose." He didn't have an answer for her. She knew he got into human games, but not the whole extent of it. Had no idea, in fact, and he planned to have it stay that way.
"I saw the date on a newspaper recently," Ember finally began, deciding to finally bring to light the issues she had her mind on for a few days now. "It feels like I just died last week, but it has been...years." The long, brown, flowing hair of the vessel moved quickly in the moist wind, already starting to curl in the humidity of Southern Italy. Not that Ember took too much notice, or cared, for that matter. "Do you ever wish you were human?"
Gabriel sighed, knowing the time passing by her was confusing. As it should be. "No. Humans...miss so...too much."
"Like?"
"Time. They move too fast to notice the small things. Always in motion, those humans." Gabriel moved to lean on the pier behind his newest, yet closest, friend. "Do you wish you were still human?"
Silence was his only answer, the waves crashed as boats passed, completely ignoring the heavenly beings-motionless-on the shore. "Do you wish I would have never saved you?"
"No," Ember breathed out quickly and quietly. She hadn't known the answer herself to that last question, and was thankful when he moved on without much fanfare. Moving to her vessel's feet, Ember turned to smile at her savior and friend, only to find him pressing in close to her now flushed face.
"Good," he whispered, moving to gently press his warm lips to Embers' inexperienced ones. "Because I'm not."
Bobby wasn't one for depression or pity parties, but he was prone to drinking. Drinking, he found, significantly decreased the speed and accuracy of even his most troublesome thoughts. With that said, Bobby took another long swallow of his long necked bottle, not even bothering to wipe the excess off his cold, mustache covered lips with the back of his hand anymore.
No, he had given up on hygiene a couple of bottles in, along with the stacks of books on angel lore now spread across his desk haphazardly. He brought his feet down from where they had long rested on the desk's littered surface, boots hitting the floor with a rubbery bouncing sound that echoed through the small, cluttered room.
He stood only to look around the room for the reason he had done it-as if it had the answer-stumbling until the phone rang once more from its place on the wall. "'Lo?" One more drunken belch passes his lips as he waits for an answer to his nonchalant greeting.
"Bobby?" A all-too-familiar voice asked through the phone, worry evident even through the corded phone. Since the angels appearance, the Winchester's and Bobby had talked fairly often: exchanging information, asking questions, and helping with cases, even if the boys had taken them less frequently as of late. "You ok? You don't sound too good?"
"Fine. What y'ah want this time?" Bobby slurred the least amount he could manage.
"What do you know about Samhain?"
And that's the end. I'm sorry. I know it's short. Maybe the next update will come quicker than the last? Who knows. Reviews makes them come faster, that I can promise.