Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, unfortunately.
I knew exactly where we were meeting, because there was only one Internet café that was a popular hangout for teens on the weekends. I pulled into the parking lot in the back, and walked inside, scanning the crowded coffee shop for Oliver. The café was actually a pretty cool place; Kylie and I visited it numerous times.
It was a relatively new place, owned by a couple of college students. There were over twenty computers with Internet service, a space with couches and beanbag chairs and a TV for teens to sit around with their friends, and even an area to play video games. They served coffee, cappuccino, and hot chocolate, as well as other drinks, like smoothies and milkshakes. They also served snacks and ice cream.
The interior of the café was very modern looking, with oak hardwood floors and metallic tables and chairs to sit and enjoy the food. The walls were painted all different bright colors; vivid lime greens, electric blue, purple, orange, red and aqua. The walls were covered in posters of movies and bands, newspaper articles, and even some art donated by teens that came to the café regularly.
Oliver was sitting by himself at a two-person table, waiting patiently for me. I ambled over and sat down in the empty chair.
"Hey," He greeted. "Do you want anything?"
"I think I'm gonna get a milkshake. I'll be right—"
"I can get it for you. It's not a problem."
"No, it's all right, I've got money…"
"I don't mind. I mean, I'm the one who dragged you out here in the first place," Oliver answered, standing up. "What kind do you want?"
"Chocolate," I replied. "Which you should have known, with your mind reading ability."
"Ha. Right," He laughed sarcastically. Oliver left to get our drinks, and came back a few minutes later with my milkshake and whatever he had; it was steaming, so I assumed it was coffee or hot chocolate or something. "So, about the exorcism…"
"Oh, yeah," I replied, take a sip of my milkshake. "Well, it's really simple, unless… something goes wrong."
"And what would you define as 'going wrong'?" he inquired.
"Um, you can become violent and try to hurt me, or you can…get killed," I stated. "Which you of course, knew already. I should be pretty safe, since I'll be standing in a circle of salt, and you'll be tied to a chair."
"Oh," he said kind of quietly. "We're doing this at your house, right?"
"Uh-huh. We just have to wait for a night when my dad and uncle are out."
"Why don't we do the exorcism during the day instead? You uncle works at the school, and you dad works, doesn't he?"
"Yeah…what, you mean like skip school?" I asked, biting my lip nervously. "I don't know, Oliver. It's risky, and Sam might get a little suspicious."
"Fake sick or something. You're good at making up excuses." He pointed out. I shot him a dirty look.
"Okay, fine. We'll do the exorcism during the day, then." I agreed. I had no idea what I was getting myself into. Skipping school to do an exorcism? I wasn't even really supposed to do an exorcism by myself in the first place.
There was a brief period of awkward silence. I wondered if I should leave, since we were done planning and it was starting to get dark outside. I was about to get up when Oliver spoke.
"Hey, Alyx, there's this cool place I know, and I was wondering if…maybe you'd like to take a drive…" I couldn't believe it. He was asking me this, when I specifically said that it wasn't a date. And yet, I said yes. I don't know what I was thinking. I guess I was still confused. I guess maybe there was a little part of me that continued to have feelings for Oliver. Why did I keep changing my mind?
So, I got into my car, and followed him. I didn't know where we were going, which was probably not a good thing, but whatever. I went. We ended up driving for over forty-five minutes; he took me out into the countryside, and we stopped at a large cliff overlooking the hills. It was dark now, and as I looked up I saw hundreds upon hundreds of stars glittering the sky. It was incredible; breathtaking, and extremely peaceful.
"This is…amazing." I said, as we stood on the grassy cliff, leaning against the hood of Oliver's car.
"I knew you'd like it," he said, opening up the back door of the car. He searched around for a bit, until he found a blanket, which he spread onto the grass. We both took a seat on it, and gazed at the expanse of land and stars before us, awestruck. It was actually calming. "I come out here a lot. To get away from things…like when my mom and I fight." He explained, a hint of sadness in his voice.
"When…when did you find out about your father?" I asked reluctantly. Oliver sighed.
"I was thirteen. My mom had kept it from me for a long time…" he paused. "I accidentally started a small fire in the school, when I got angry at this one kid for pushing me around. The fire started on one of the papers on his desk—came out of nowhere. The teacher sent a note home, and I guess she had no choice but to tell me the truth. I mean, I always thought I was different from everyone else. I didn't know why I had to learn Latin, or memorize the names and ways to kill certain supernatural creatures. I didn't understand why my mother left for a week at a time and came back with bruises and cuts. I was just…left in the dark about the whole hunting thing." He shifted his position. "And when she told me my dad was this…this demon; that he kills, and he's not even a person, I was so shocked I couldn't speak. What was worse was that I was part demon myself, that I didn't have a whole lot of control over this. I was scared…and I still am." Oliver sighed again. "I don't want to be like him, Alyx. I don't want to hurt people, and rip families apart. When I see what you, and your dad and uncle go through—all the pain of loosing loved ones; I couldn't do that to someone else. Hell, he screwed up my family, too. I just…I don't know if I can fight this…"
I didn't know what to say. I was so surprised. Hearing Oliver's side of everything, I felt bad for him. He had a really crappy childhood, and he had this burden of being part demon hanging over him like an ugly, black cloud. I realized that he had a conscience; he was still part human as well, which was something I had forgotten the moment I found out about his true identity. He didn't want any of this. Oliver wasn't evil; he had a heart. Spending time with him showed me that he was, in fact, a good person. He was raised to be a hunter, and he didn't ask for these demonic powers. I actually felt that we had more in common. Up until I found out about the family business, I always wondered why sometimes Dad and Sam came home hurt from their so-called business trips. I didn't understand why I didn't have a mother, like all the other kids at school (Maybe Oliver wondered the same thing about his father?). However, I guess I was lucky enough to find out sooner and receive better training than him. On the other hand, I could totally relate to finding out about certain abilities during school. It's embarrassing, and confusing at the same time.
Damn it, why does Missouri always have to be right?
I was going to save Oliver. He didn't deserve this. No one does. He did need my help, and I was probably the only one who could now see him as a good person. Although, I knew me helping him was going to come at a price. It was a risk in itself. If Dad and Sam ever found out, I'd be kicked out of the family or something. Unfortunately, I don't think I could destroy the demon without the two of them…
"How did you get that necklace?" I ventured, trying to switch topics, to get Oliver to cheer up a bit. If that was at all possible.
"The pentagram? I've had it ever since I could remember. My mom thought it would protect me from my father and the other demons that are always after us. It's kind of pointless now, considering…" he didn't finish, but I got the idea of what he was going to say. He's part demon, so the amulet wouldn't exactly work. Oliver undid the clasp, taking the necklace off. "Here. It'll do you more good than it ever could for me." He offered to put it on, so I pushed my hair aside and he hooked the clasp back together. "Looks better on you anyway." Oliver smiled, and I, of course, blushed. He had that effect on me.
I suddenly realized how close the two of us were. Sitting next to each other on the blanket, I mean. Acting on a crazy, teenage-girl impulse, I placed my hand gently on top of his. I was surprised when he didn't flinch, or make any attempt to pull his hand away. We both sort of just stared at our hands for a moment, unsure. Oliver's seemingly sweet, innocent turquoise eyes locked with mine, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. The next thing I knew, we were in a very close proximity of each other, and Oliver leaned over and kissed me.
Now, I know I should've pulled away after that. I really, really should have. It was wrong. So, so wrong on many different levels. Kissing and holding hands with the son of the demon who has caused a fair amount of destruction to my family wasn't a very good thing to be doing. I agreed to help him, not fall in love with him.
But I didn't slap him in the face and run away or anything, like I probably should've done. Instead, I kissed him back. There was a tiny red flag going up somewhere in my head, but I chose to ignore it. Although part of me was aware that this was wrong, the other part felt that it was right. (Which is very confusing…) Perfect. Romantic, even. Think about it: me and a hot guy, in the quiet country, kissing under a starlit sky. It's every girl's dream. Only, this particular hottie happened to be half-demon. However, at that point, you know what I was thinking?
Screw it.
I didn't even freaking care anymore. So what if he was considered the 'enemy' to everyone else? In my opinion, he wasn't a bad person. He cared about me, and I now cared about him. I think I finally sorted everything out, and came to the conclusion that I was falling head over heels for the Demon's son. And I didn't care one bit.
I suddenly believed that it was possible for Oliver and I to end up married with children. All I had to do was help him. Which wasn't going to be so easy, but I'd do it somehow.
A/N: Thanks for the reviews! I'm so glad you all like my story. I just want to take the time now to sort of explain why I named the story 'Beautiful Disaster', so the lyrics—which I do not own—to the song by Kelly Clarkson are below. If you read it and think about it, you'll see that it goes perfectly with the story…
'Beautiful Disaster'—Kelly Clarkson
He drowns in his dreams
An exquisite extreme I know
He's as damned as he seems
More heaven than a heart could hold
And if I tried to save him
My whole world would cave in
Just ain't right…just ain't right
Oh and I don't know
I don't know what he's after
But he's so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
If I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful?
Or just a beautiful disaster?
He's magic and myth
As strong as what I believe
A tragedy with
More damage than a soul should see
And do I try to change him
So hard not to blame him
Hold on tight…hold on tight
Oh and I don't know
I don't know what he's after
But he's so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
If I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful?
Or just a beautiful disaster?
I'm longing for love and the logical
But he's only happy hysterical
I'm waiting for some kind of miracle
Waiting so long
He's soft to the touch
But frayed at the ends he breaks
He's never enough
And still he's more than I can take
Oh and I don't know
I don't know what he's after
But he's so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
If I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful?
Or just a beautiful disaster?