Ugghh I uploaded late this week. Finals have got me so BUSY! It doesn't help that I'm trying to take some classes over the summer. Anyway, the story is finally starting to get the main theme together, and I have some ideas about the next chapter that you will LOVE.

Thanks for putting up with me,

Robyn

*Dean*

I followed Cora out of the room, even out of the hospital, but I couldn't find her anywhere, Eventually after having nurses and orderlies alike searching for her, I called it off. I signed her out of the hospital while listening to Dr. Williams lecture about her "Not being stable" and "Needing help." How was I supposed to help? I could I help? I figured that Cora would find her way home when she was ready. She'd never run away for long, so why would now be any different?

When I got back to the bunker I went straight to the fridge and grabbed a beer. I made my way to the couch and sat down with a sigh. Things had got so friggin' screwed up, but there was nothing I could do except drink my beer in silence.

I heard the whoosh of wings and looked up to see Cas with a puzzled look on his face.

"What is causing your distress?"He asked while tilting his head slightly.

"Uh- What makes you thi-"

"It's rolling off of you like a stampede of gazelle." He stated very informatively.

"Well in that case, a lot of things."I admitted.

"Cora?" Cas asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yeah man, you know how she gets sometimes. You know, I don't really want to talk about it. It's been a long day." I got up and walked towards my bedroom, hoping Cas would get that I wanted to be alone. He didn't.

"Cas what do you want?" I asked as he childishly followed me down the hall.

"Nothing really." He replied.

I sighed, "How's Heaven?" I asked.

"Heaven's not great," Cas admitted "There has been fighting."

I stopped walking immediately and turned around to face him.

"What do you mean there has been fighting?" I asked kind of dumbstruck.

"I mean that there has been disagreements by the angels that has caused death by another's hand." Cas said lying on the telltale angel monotone that always succeeded to annoy me.

"Jesus Cas, why are they fighting?" I asked exasperated.

Cas shrugged, "Some believe that the presence of God is near and wish to open up Heaven for his return while others believe it is a trick."

"Of course." I added knowing that I would not be getting sleep any time soon.

*Cora*

"That's all?"

I looked up at the cashier in the run down convenience store. He was in his late twenties and looked like he would be happy anywhere but there.

"Uh, yeah, that's it." I answered kind of monotone.

He handed me the thin plastic bag and I walked outside.

I had hitchhiked all day, and figured I was somewhere in northern Wyoming. I headed south down the road. On my way into town I noticed a car junkyard, and that was the only bed I was going to be able afford tonight, as much as I would like nice pressed sheets. I sighed and looked up at the full moon. I had no idea what I was going to do next. I'd attacked someone, ran away, and became homeless all in one day.

Normal teenagers have to deal with who they have a crush on and college plans. But I wasn't normal. I'd never been, and I accepted that, but that didn't mean I didn't want to be. To be able to not worry about if your Dad is ever coming home or hiding your life from him would be... It would be heaven.

I came up to the junkyard and took a moment to survey my surroundings. It must have been 10 acres of cars, and a chain link fence casing it all. There was a small building near the fence on the roadside; I would have to stay clear from there to not set off alarms or get caught on video.

I could see a street light broken on the far end of the junkyard, so I made way to it. When I reached the fence I rolled my sleeves up and hiked the plastic bag up to my shoulder. I looked up to the top of the fence and muttered to myself "Here goes nothing."

I planted my foot in one of the holes of the fence, tested my weight, and continued up. When I reached the top, maybe 8 feet, I had a better view of the yard and decided to use this chance to scope out a suitable car.

Not 50 feet away there was a fairly new looking minivan-well new to the junkyard that was. It didn't look really disquieting, so I figured I could spend the night there without getting some sort of disease.

"At least there won't be rats" I told myself, adding "I hope."