Okay! So, it's been a long time since I've updated, but that's okay. The story is still well and truly there, don't worry. Let's get this ball going again, shall we?

Catherine, true to her hunter nature, traveled light. She only needed the one back pack that was sitting on her bed while she stuffed clothes and ammunition into it. It was a little sad that she had to leave the book she had been reading, but she figured she'd live.

"So."

Balthazar was met with facing her hand gun as she whirled around on him. He gave a smile. "Sorry if I startled you, sweetheart."

Stupid to draw the gun. It was the blade that could kill them... Cat huffed and put away her gun again, keeping an eye on him while she continued packing. "Didn't hear you flap in."

"Used the door," he replied offhandedly, looking around at the pictures on her wardrobe. She didn't bother to stop him or direct his attention away. Just rolled her eyes and went about her own business again, waiting for him to say something else.

When he didn't, she turned to look at him again to see what all he was up to. Of course, she had very few reasons to trust any angel, especially this one, so while it wasn't wise to willingly hang around one, it was even worse to leave them unattended. At least, that was how she saw it.

Balthazar, though, was still looking at her pictures curiously. "How old are you?" he finally asked, wheeling around to face her again.

In turn, Catherine gave him just as curious look before slowly going back to her business. "Thirty-two," she finally answered, "Why?"

"You look young," he replied, setting a picture back down again. "I thought you were some pre-teen thing waving a gun around, but I can't tell the difference with all of you humans anyway."

She gave a halfhearted chuckle, zipping up the bag. "That would be something. Start talking to a stranger and think it was me."

"Could you imagine their confusion?" he muttered, poking at the fading dry wall in her room. "Are you ready yet? I could have literally been there yesterday."

"If that's true, then where are they?" Catherine threw her bag over her shoulder and walked out of the room, leaving him to follow or do whatever. It was one thing to leave an angel unattended. She figured it was another to try and tell them what to do. She couldn't help already being annoyed with him, though.

With a roll of his eyes, Balthazar just followed after her. "It was a figure of speech." Only half true, but that was his argument. "Do you even have a starting point to find them?"

"No," she answered, stopping outside of the front door. "You know of them, apparently. I was hoping you would."

He stepped out, too, moving to her car with a chuckle and leaving her behind. "Look at us. A human and angel working together to kick the teeth out of more humans and angels. And hopefully demons, too, if we can get our hands on that little shrimp... When did you get your car back?"

"Is that a yes or no?" she muttered to herself, locking the front door and, therefore, the house. That done, she replied louder. "I walked back for it while you were all... doing whatever it was you were doing. Plotting my death or something." Catherine put her bag in the car through the back window with a sigh. "Do you have a lead on these guys or not, angel boy?"

"I was under the impression I possessed a man, but I did call you a pre-teen, so I suppose we're even."

He noticed that Catherine had stopped her unhurried movements to just give him a long, lingering glare of impatience... Fine. "Maybe," Balthazar finally answered, "I haven't been on Earth for a few years, apparently, but it's a start if I ever heard of one."

A few years... Catherine gave a sigh. "It's more than I got. Okay, get in."

"In that?" Balthazar pointed to the car in surprise.

She stopped to give him that same lingering glare again. "Unless you want to fly there, which I've heard isn't working like it used to."

His mouth twisted into a grimace as he looked the car from hood to trunk, then quickly looked up to her. "Can't we walk?"

"How far away is your starting point?"

"I think you people call it South Dakota."

Catherine opened the creaky door of her muscle car and grunted a "Get in" to her guest, who just groaned and got into the car, too.

Not even an hour onto the road, Balthazar had become impatient and he was hyper-aware of it. Things never took this long and now everything was going to take ages. He might have been around for awhile, but waiting was never a big forte for him. Well, for some things, yes, but not little things like travel.

Well, he did have some entertainment. "What am I supposed to expect?" he asked after a long while of silence. "With all the humans and things, I mean. For goodness sake, moving from one place to the other is going to take bloody ages. What's going to happen next?"

Catherine just gave him a strange look that did not go unnoticed by him. "Aren't you guys supposed to be all powerful and all knowing or something?"

"I apologize if I skipped out on Humans 101 in Bible Camp," he groaned, "All I know was that your night life used to be absolutely lovely, you make very interesting drinks, and you have a wonderful imagination when it comes to sex and I mean wonderful in every sense of the word."

She glanced from him to the road again, brow furrowed... "I'm... glad you think so."

"Getting from point A to B," he continued on, "is going to take half a century at this rate, but that doesn't include all of our stops in C, D, and E, which I'm sure are bound to happen, am I correct?"

"Sioux Falls is a two day trip," she nodded, "so stopping in C and D are a given. Humans have needs."

"Needs?" Balthazar gave the woman a skeptical look and, after a beat of silence, tried to guess. "Sex?"

"No." Despite the fact that she was driving, Catherine took a second to rub at her eyes. "Food. Sleep. Human stuff. I thought angels knew a lot more about humanity than this."

"We never really cared," he shrugged. "I don't have to eat or sleep."

"I know you don't," she replied tiredly. She was traveling around with an angel; basically trusting the guy. This was so ridiculous and risky, but here she is, talking to the angel like he's a child that knows a little too much about sex and not enough about food.

"No, no." Balthazar straightened up in his seat with renewed purpose. "I mean I could drive while you're asleep. We could get there much quicker."

Catherine wrinkled her brow. "I thought some of the reason I was here was because you didn't know how to drive."

"I could learn." With that, he began reaching over towards her, only to have her block his movements and push his arm back over towards him.

"No touching," she warned in the same tone, "or I'll have to clean angel brains out of these seats."

"Oh, please," he muttered to himself, but upon receiving no comebacks, he settled back into his seat further. "Fine. I hope you enjoy C and D as much as I will."

"Think of it as the scenic route. We'll be there before you know it."

Balthazar grunted in response with crossed arms, looking out of the passenger window again.

There'll be a lot more of them in the next chapter. Sorry for the late update, but things have been busy over here. I never stopped writing. Just chipped away at it whenever I had time, really. And sorry that it's short. I wanted to update.

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