Ashes

Chapter Three

I'm sorry to admit, but chapter three will probably be small also. I just finished moving! Couldn't write until I got my desk and computer back. Thank you for the reviews you gave, they make my day every time. Thank you to SuzSinger for always, always pushing me to write, even if it is increasingly annoying sometimes. I love you, girl. Thank you Jen for your awesome reviews: you're the bestest.

Angels, even with their pristine reputation, were not to be trusted. They were evil, vile, emotionless creatures. And, that, children, is the moral of this weeks' Winchester adventure. Even if angels are supposed to help people, the way they did it was in a truly malicious way.

Blowing away an entire town to prevent one tiny seal from being broken could be used as a good example. Dean Winchester didn't like the gaggle of them hanging around him. They made him itch. Having Castiel and Uriel around meant other angels constantly popping in and out. Another pain in Winchester sides.

There was one in particular that always seemed to run their errands. "She's...in training," was Castiel's only response to Dean's inquiry. He found her to be quiet. And hot. But his brain kept telling him that hitting on an angel was probably a sin.

Since when did Dean Winchester listen to that tiny voice, anyway?

Dean drove like a bat out of hell to get away from the small town they had previously stayed at. He needed to have a serious talk with Castiel. And Sam.

This can not continue, at least not very long, Dean thought as he passed a Prius on the two lane desert of a highway.

"Sam," he threw his arm over to smack the younger, yet taller sibling's shoulder. "Get the map."

This entry is a lot shorter than planned, but I didn't want to go too long without giving you anything, including a reason for what I'm about to say. While writing, I received a phone call that my grandma was in the hospital and I needed to come see her. I, unfortunately, didn't get to say goodbye. On my way to the hospital, she had a heart attack caused by a blood clot and passed away. It took all I had just to complete the sentence I was on. Hopefully, I will finish the stories I already have up but, further than that, I am undecided if I wish to continue writing.

Please understand,

Emmeline.