January, 7th 2014

I don't own any of the characters, CW and Eric Kripke do!

Beta for this Chapter: Ashqtara

A/N: Hey there my loyal readers :)

HAPPY NEW YEAR! Hope you got into it alright, I was in New York with my friends and it was fantastic :3.

I know, I'm late. But I have an excuse! My friends and I have free time now so we decided to tour the USA (a few selected cities that interest us, including New York City, Las Vegas and Los Angeles). So this weekend, I was in Las Vegas and yesterday we went to the Grand Canyon on a tour and I was so consumed by all the beauty and nature that I completely forgot all about updating, sorry folks x_x

But I promise (or hope ^^) the chapter will make up for it! :)

Abby's POV again, yay (don't worry, it's not that often ^^)

Ky111: You are indeed right with some of that ;P

LegendaryArimaspi: There you go! Just read till the end xD. About Baal: I'm sorry he's not what you might want him to be...Lucifer and Death...well, they are WAAY stronger ... ;)

Now please enjoy :3

Chapter 9

You hid your skeletons when I had shown you mine
You woke the devil that I thought you'd left behind

Speechless. No, wait. That didn't cover it. Horrified. Yeah, better.

That's what Abby was right now. Horrified. Upon the fact that she was a fucking beacon of red light and the other teeny tiny fact that on the other end of this room, her father –or what she thought for being her father for thirteen years now- was sitting in a chair and speaking with such a horrible, horrible voice…

"Dean? Please tell me I'm not seeing this." She mumbled, hoping that she had hallucinations induced by the lack of proper eye sight she was running ever since that angel bastard touched her. Really, angels? She still couldn't believe they were actually that, well…dirty. Sure, Dean said these angels were working for Lucifer, that they were fallen and broken but god, they were still so powerful. And so different from what she'd imagined them to be like. You got somebody say to you "angels are real" and the first thing you think of is certainly not 'They're giant powerful dickbags with wings that pretend to be so much better than demons when really they're just...not.'

But Dean shook his head and her heart sank. Damnit. Now that hope was crushed too. God no, she couldn't stand the sight of this. Why was this happening? Larry? Really? Maybe that was why she had to be this sacrifice thing, whatever the hell that meant. Because she was close to him. This was so sick. Why again did demons exist? They were just disgusting beings ruin lives (including hers in more than one occation) and when angels were really working with them, where the hell was the good in this world? Certainly not in her life until now. And from what she had heard, the Winchester brothers had had it much worse. She wanted to scream Larry's name at the top of her lungs, cry out for him to fight that fucking demon but then again, she knew that wouldn't help the situation and would make her a helpless, crying damsel in distress. It was already enough to have your stomach ripped open, she didn't have to be whiny about it. Plus, she had to remain in control of her emotions, right? That's what Larry had told her, over and over. No crying, no screaming, remain in control, keep breathing…

But Abby cursed when she saw how utterly clueless Dean looked. Like he seriously had no further idea of what to do against Baal. Abby herself was pretty sucked out too, literally. In her mind there was just sorrow from the latest discovery and numbness that was spreading in her body starting in her stomach. She felt herself slip away and let Dean know through her gaze that whatever he was planning to do, he should hurry with it. She wanted to get up and help him but really, this glowing in her stomach was one sick son of a bitch. God, she hated being this way. In the way, weak. Couldn't the universe give her a break? Being a female hunter was hard enough on its own, there didn't have to be those demons encouraging the point entirely. This talk about being a special child…she'd heard that oft enough already and it didn't make her life any easier.

Dean stared at the Altar. Or at least Abby thought it was probably one. Because she couldn't see a damn thing on it. Dean however seemed to see enough and he swallowed. Oh, this wouldn't end well. Maybe she didn't know Dean that well but on any boy she ever knew, that look meant trouble.

"Hey, Baal." Dean snarled. It was as if the maniac victory laugh had never happened. Which was good, since she just wanted to forget about it anyway. It still send shivers down her spine.

"You mind if I just…purify your pile of souls over there. Think then you'll still be all mighty and comeback?" god, he was improvising now. How in hell was he planning on doing that? His face told her that he had no idea himself, was running on spontaneous thoughts only. Sometimes that was a good thing but right now…not so much!

Baal just snickered.

"You can't do that. Or wait…oh. I see. Hehehe." The snicker got louder and it was really starting to unnerve the shit out of her. Especially in the voice of her surrogate father. Please let him survive this, please… she wouldn't be able to live with that loss. Not again, please not again.

"That's why you're not suffocating. Lucifer's vessel is save, of course. And the little sacrifice here too. Her closeness to my vessel is important to the ritual. Did you know they were actually related? But you…you should be long dead, helpless against my power. Then again, that little angel trick probably saved your ass, huh? How convenient." It snickered again.

"I should warn Lucifer about you. He won't be pleased…"

A look of panic flashed across Dean's face. Whatever it was Baal was talking about, Lucifer was the last person in the world Dean wanted to find out. He tried to wave his panic away with a cocky grin.

"Nah. You should wait with that. He's probably not that interested anyway." And Baal just smiled. It was creepy, as you could only see her father in the half dark and it somehow really looked like something out of a horror movie.

"Still. You can't stop me. It's almost finished. As soon as her soul is fully extracted, there won't be anything left to stop Lucifer's armies rolling across the planet. The Apocalypse shall be upon us and no flimsy boy with angel blood will stop us."

Wait, what? Angel blood?

"Dean?" Abby asked, completely confused now. Apparently, Dean was too. He stared at the thing with complete puzzlement before shaking it off again. Determination replaced his expression and he huffed.

"We'll see about that."

When the older Winchester opened his mouth next, Abby was speechless. It wasn't like anything she's ever heard before and his composure changed, too. Dean stood straighter and he walked through the force field the demon was emitting like it was a walk in the park. His lips moved in a language the female hunter had never heard before.

„Al kan zod I rata, finomischi zota ni. Mohigova Tasozide wo. Ned man adine zi. "

His hand was outstretched as he reached the altar. Abby still couldn't see what was on it but when Dean touched …the thing, it seemed to react to his mere presence. A glow spread from his fingertips, pure white and blinding to her eyes. She averted her gaze but she knew, just knew that the purification had worked. Little pieces of white seemed to emit from the floor in thin lines, probably part of the seal. They floated in the air before disappearing completely, like saying goodbye to this world before moving on to another.

Upon Dean's words, Baal had become silent, then shaking in his chair. He had opened his mouth and out had come black smoke, thicker than Abby had seen with any demon and more than she would have ever imagined being able to fit into anybody. Please be alright, please be alright, she chanted in her head over and over again.

Finally, Larry fell forward in his chair. Since the demon wasn't holding him upright any more, he downright dropped to the floor. The glow around the room subsided just as Sam burst through the door.

"Dean! Abby! Are you-" he froze at the sight of them. Abby, almost unconscious, the glow from her belly gone and blood replacing it, slowly seeping from the wounds. And Dean, standing there, completely fine but looking somehow exhausted with…well, everything. The second Sam came running into the room, Dean turned around, looked at his brother, grinned as if happy about his success, and collapsed.

"Dean! What the hell…" Sam mumbled. He ran over to his brother, glancing at Abby as soon as he checked Dean's pulse and exhaled the breath he'd been holding.

"Abby. Sorry. Here, press this to your wounds. I'll tend to them when we get home. I'm so-"

"Stop it. Damn it, Sam, stop apologizing. Nothing of this is your fault. Take care of your brother. Whatever he did sealed Baal back into hell. It probably took a lot out of him. It's okay. Quit worrying about me." He had handed her his sweatshirt and she pressed it to her stomach. Sam's gaze fell to the ground, as if he couldn't really agree with her, as if deep down, he thought all of this was his fault. But how could it? What did it have to do with him?

Lucifer's vessel is safe, of course.

The words of the demon sounded in her head now. Wait. If she was the sacrifice and Dean was…whatever he meant by 'boy with angel blood', that made Sam…Lucifer's vessel? What the hell was that supposed to mean? Then again, when she thought back to what he remembered of the demon who carved these symbols into her…but no. She shouldn't believe that crap. Maybe she should just ask the brothers.

But she shook away these thoughts and stood up carefully, making her way over to where Baal's vessel was lying. No, Larry. Damn it, this was Larry lying there, still, too still, as if the life had left him together with the fucking mass of black smoke. She wrapped the sweater around her midsection and kneeled down beside him, slowly but surely, fear creeping inside her like a virus, infecting her every movement, making her numb and useless while tears were fighting their way up her throat. She swallowed them down with a sob. No tears, no cries. Breathe deeply…

What had the demon said? They were related? Abby had suspected it, sometimes. Larry had found her, yeah. But he had been living not that far from them. Their parents never mentioned it but she had figured that maybe he was a forgotten uncle or something, the weirdo in the family nobody talked about. After their parent's death, Larry had taken her in without further comment but they had never talked about any relation in blood. It had always been mandatory to her that he was her father figure now, would take care of her, teach her what she needed to know.

"Larry…Uncle Larry. Come on, please wake up…" she whispered, slightly hitting his cheek with her hand. He had a pulse, she could feel it. It was weak but there. Behind her, she heard Sam approaching. Apparently, Dean was fine but knocked out cold. No big surprise there. That seal had been huge. Whatever mojo he had done to erase it, it would have knocked out anybody. She wasn't sure if she should mention Dean's deed to Sam or if she should just shut up about it. The younger brother seemed worried and guilt ridden enough as it was and Dean's look at her had been begging of secrecy even more than when she found him with the blood covered but unhurt younger brother in his arms. Sam crouched next to Abby now without a word, silently taking in the sight before him.

Even as Abby held him, Larry seemed to suddenly bleed from wounds that hadn't been there before. Her eyes widened as red spread over his shirt and she tore it open, revealing a pattern similar to her own but bigger, even more complicated. It was made up out of vicious cuts with a knife, circles and curves. But they were deeper than hers too, nothing you would survive. Unless you had a demon stuck inside of you…

"No.." she choked. The tremble in her fingers reached her voice now and she felt Sam beside her, an arm around her shoulders now. Suddenly, there was this strong urge to sink into him further, to bury herself in his strong arms, his lean and tall frame. But no. Not like this. She wouldn't break down like this. She wasn't a sissy. Frantic, she tried to hold the blood in, applied pressure to the wounds. She could fix this, somehow. What exactly did Dean do with Sam to heal him like that? Did that dead angel do it? Or could he…no, he was knocked out. An ambulance maybe...

"Abby…" the small voice stopped her dead in her tracks. Larry had his eyes open and he was looking at her, actually looking! Oh God, she had never been this glad to see him.

"Larry! It's alright. W-we'll fix this. I'll call an ambulance, something.." she whispered soothingly. But his gaze became soft now and so unyielding at the same time, staring at her in that way he used to look at her when she had done something right like hit the target point blank or slayed a monster extra fast and efficient. The way he looked at her when she had it all under control, kept it in and learned the meditation technics quicker than he'd expected. But this was different…so different.

"Abby…I'm sorry." He whispered. Abby shook her head, hard.

"No! Why is everybody apologizing to me today. You don't get to apologize and go, you have to make it right all by yourself, not by leaving. That's what you always said to me when I messed up. You hear me?! Stay with me…please." Abby was pretty sure she hadn't begged like this in years. Not since her family died. But this was back then all over again and she couldn't handle it. No breathing exercise in the world would save her from freaking out now. Larry just smiled, blood slowly triggering from his lips. He still looked at her, then at Sam. They made eye contact for a second and she didn't know what Larry saw but it seemed to satisfy him. Larry had once told her that they had met a long time ago, when Sam and Dean had still been smaller, Dean a teenager and Sam maybe early teens. She didn't know how brief that visit had been but he talked about them fondly, even if their father was a whole other story.

"Sam. You grew up to be tall after all. Listen." He grabbed Sam's wrist. Sam seemed shocked but didn't pry the older hunter away, held his gaze. "The demon showed me things. It's not your fault. And…" he paused, coughing. "Your brother. You have to watch out for Dean. He's more in danger than ever before. The demons may be after you but they're after him even more desperately now. Once they find out…" he shook his head and his eyes indicated that whatever he meant was bad news. Sam looked like he wanted to ask what he meant, his gaze flying over to Dean lying on the floor. He coughed again but seemed finished with the topic, even though Sam seemed far from it. But he didn't interrupt, just swallowed and tapped his fingers against his thighs nervously.

Larry looked back at Abby again, still smiling. It was a painful smile and she could see that he himself was close to crying. Damn hunters, not wanting to show emotion. Then again, she was probably one of those, right? But right now she was just too hurt to hold it in any more.

"Take care of them. And especially, take care of yourself. I know you can, Abby. You can keep it under control. I taught you how to." He snickered, something that turned into a cough. By now, his whole chest was covered in blood. Abby could barely bear to look at him but she forced herself to get through this. Still, she shook her head in denial but shut up regardless, letting him say his goodbyes. Deep down, she knew that it was too late. Nobody could stitch up wounds that bad. Nobody could stitch together a chest that much in ribbons.

"Kick Lucifer's ass for me, will ya?" he grinned, grabbing Abby's hand in his now and held onto it, pressing it, wincing and breathing through the pain until finally, his face relaxed and all his muscles gave in. When he let out his last breath, Abby couldn't hold it in any more. Sobs shook her shoulders and she held her hand in front of her mouth to dim down the screams that were about to escape. Maybe she didn't want to lean into him but Sam took matters into his own hands and hugged her firmly from the side, carefully pulling her away from the lifeless body of Larry in the process, his own eyes closed and soothing words on his lips. She didn't know where he got them from but they were efficient, sinking into her heart like balm. Maybe they were the only thing keeping her from completely falling apart and losing control of herself. She felt the ground shake beneath her regardless and hoped that the two Winchesters would dismiss it as hell-knight-almost-summoning-after-effects.

They sat there for a long time, maybe an hour even. Finally, when her sobs had died down somewhat and the shaking had stopped, Sam slowly let go of her. He drew back and gently brushed over her stomach. It wasn't bleeding any more but still looked pretty bad.

"We should get that cleaned up. And I'd prefer Dean to not sleep between 20 dead demons…" Abby nodded, almost laughed at his poor attempt at humor in this totally not funny situation.

"Yeah. Okay. But please…can we not go back to the house? Can we just…I'll pack some things and we can-" she didn't really know. She just knew that she couldn't stay there anymore. Not now that it was filled with painful memories.

"-hit the road? Sure. We have plenty space to spare in the impala. It gets lonely with just him around anyway." Sam nodded at Dean and made a face. Then he walked over to his brother and slapped him in the face slightly. There was no reaction.

"Mh…out cold. Maybe it's better for now. I'll take him to the car. Be back in a minute."

And with that, he had left the room, leaving Abby alone with her own thoughts, maybe make peace with the separation she was about to make. So this was her now? Leaving with the Winchesters? She wondered if that was a good idea. When they found out…she just had to be careful. Then again, it was her only logical option right now. So why the hell not?

If only she knew what she got herself into there…

~.~.~.~

Peace was wrapped around him like a blanket. He had his eyes closed and couldn't feel anything despite this floating feeling in his stomach. What had happened? He vaguely remembered collapsing after purifying the ritual. Right, purifying. However he had achieved that, it did look impressive. All the tainted black souls, released and purified just by his mere touch…

'No, my touch.'

Dean's eyes snapped open. Everything around him was white. Crap, was he dead? No, that didn't quite fit. This was neither Heaven nor was it Hell (and yeah, he was sure of that. After all he'd been to both). He was in some kind of white orbit.

Suspicious, he looked around all the way, spotting nobody. With little effort, he managed to find a foothold. Somehow he knew that he didn't have to stand but he still wanted to, it made him feel far more comfortable than standing around did.

"Who's there?" he asked. Okay, so he had his suspicions. But it was just too crazy. He'd never imagined it like this. It just didn't make any sense.

"Michael?"

A chuckle sounded in his ears. There was nobody to talk to though. The white still enveloped him but there was nobody he could look in the face. And no answer either.

"Hey dude, this isn't funny, okay? I thought you flunked out on me. Now you're not even showing your ass. I mean, yeah, I appreciate it, for Sam's sake, but what's the whole point? Didn't you want me to win this war or something? I don't get it."

Silence.

Nothing but silence was his answer. Getting frustrated, Dean really wanted to punch a wall. Unfortunately, he was still in a white orbit and there was nothing to punch.

"Damn you angels. Why'd I pass out anyway? Thought you were all mighty." He rolled his green eyes and stared at nothing, eager to catch the person –or rather creature in this case- he was mad at with a death glare. Still, nothing.

"God, what's wrong with you people? The least you could do would be to fucking talk to me here! Are you inside of me now or what?" he tried to ignore how dirty that sounded and moved on "'Cause that would be damn nice to know! It's like Cas all over again, speaking in fucking riddles, not telling me what's going on..."

'Castiel is of no concern to us anymore.'

Dean growled.

"Oh, so that got you talking? You know what, screw you! Cas has done nothing but help me and Sammy out. He's been protecting us far more than any of your other angel buddies and what does he get? He gets fucking fired! If this is your sense of justice, then you should throw it right out the fucking window! Oh and take all those bastards like Zachariah right with it. Because if those are angels, I really don't want anything to do in heaven any more. Do you guys even listen to yourselves? Fucking hypocrites, all of you!"

'Dean.'

"WHAT?!"

'You will understand when the time is ripe.'

A long moment of silence. Great, fucking riddles again. Angels just never changed. He sighed. Just before he could protest again, the voice spoke anew.

'I did not prepare your body to use that much of my power at once. This is why you passed out. I am healing you right now. It should be mere minutes before your brother wakes you. Also, I needed to talk to you.'

Dean hesitated. The bastard was actually articulating with him.

"Okay…so, what's the point of this? What'd you come to chat about?" he gestured around him, the white, the peace surrounding him, the voice from the distance, not quite acknowledging his presence but still somehow there. Very representative.

'I have a warning for you: I may have turned the angel frequencies off for now but my siblings are desperately looking for me. Let them know I am with you and they will leave the ones you hold dear alone.'

Confused, Dean frowned.

"The ones I hold dear? Who do you mean, like, just Sam or-"

SLAP

"Dean! DEAN! God damnit, stop this already…" Sammy's frantic voice had startled him awake. His green eyes snapped open suddenly and he stared up at his little brother, who seemed pretty fucking panicked. Dean's hand flew up to massage the cheek his little brother had just slapped.

"Sammy."

"Oh thank god. I thought I'd lost you. You were quite far gone there." Sam breathed out and finally leaned back, biting his lip. Dean suspected he'd been holding his breath for longer than he should have. Typical Sammy behavior in a situation that made him worry too much for no apparent reason.

"Just getting a little rest, Sammy, nothing to get so worked up about." A dry laugh came from his brother's throat.

"A little rest? Dean, you've been out for almost 24 hours!"

"WHAT?! Why didn't you wake me up sooner?!" he demanded, before he took in his surroundings.

"And where the hell are we?" he asked. It was a motel room, by the looks of it. But there were three beds (one cot and two queens) and Dean didn't even begin to understand why they weren't at Abby's place any more. Unless…

"Oh god, Larry died, didn't he?" he questioned, quizzically and worriedly looking at his brother. It was the only reason he could think of. And the last thing he knew, he had exorcised Baal –however he did that- and driven the demon back into the deepest pits of hell –again, no clue how, he just...knew. And Larry had been the vessel. It wouldn't be the first time a vessel didn't survive such an ordeal. And Baal was a big fish. He sure didn't take care of the body he was inhabiting…

"First of all, I couldn't. You were just…gone. No reaction at all, to anything. Your pupil reaction was normal though and your vitals healthy so I really don't know what happened. But yeah. He did. Abby's out getting lunch. She didn't want to return to the house. Better don't mention it though, she's just as good as you are at hiding her feelings but I know she's still deeply in grief. We did the salt and burn, searched the scene and found some children stored in rooms, probably a snack for Baal. Some were….well, we called the police and let them handle the scene, disposed of evidence." Taking every information in, Dean breathed in deeply.

"Yeah. Yeah, figures. God, poor girl." He muttered and stroked over his face where his stubble would normally be (which was still completely absent. Well, now he at least knew for sure why). Sam watched him, an eyebrow raised. Dean frowned, silently asking him what got him the staring treatment. But Sam just shook his head and continued their conversation.

"She's actually taking it far better than I thought. Considering. Larry was actually her uncle. She just found out." The younger Winchester sighed and drew a hand through his hair. One of his nervous habits.

There was a pause, neither of them knew what to say to that. It was just too tragic for any words to be appropriate.

"So, you been taking care of her?" he asked, a smile creeping to his face. Sam stared at him, suddenly disgusted.

"God, Dean! I don't think this is the right time to even think about-" Dean snorted. He knew Sammy would think that.

"Oh come on, Sammy. You know I didn't mean it that way."

"Suuuure you don't. 'Cause you're as pure and innocent as a wallflower."

"Sam, that was the gayest metaphor you have ever come up with."

"Whatever, jerk."

"Bitch." Their banter brought both of them a grin to their faces. Sam shook his head again and sighed.

"But yeah, I have. As good as I could. Tried distracting her after the burning ceremony, took her out of town, let her drive-"

"You let her drive my CAR?! What are you, crazy?!" he yelled, interrupting Sam in his talking.

"Dean, you were out cold and I couldn't very well drive all night, could I? We had to get the hell outta dodge, since the whole of Lucifer's damn army is probably after our asses." Sam reasoned. Damn, why had the kid have to be so reasonable? There was a pause, then Dean growled.

"That doesn't justify her driving my baby. We barely know her!" he protested. He knew he probably sounded like a child but his protectiveness of that car was almost as fierce as for Sam and that was pretty damn fierce.

"Oh wow. Sam told me you were obsessed. But this takes it to a whole new level." A voice from the door interrupted them. Either they were both rusty and didn't hear her come in or Abby was pretty damn good at being quiet. She chuckled and dropped on the third bed, looking at Dean.

"Though I have to admit, she" she drew the word out on purpose, giving him a teasing glance and leaning forward with a grin "sure is a pretty car." Dean glared daggers at her and the huntress grinned. Then she held up a brown paper bag she'd been holding.

"Here, peace offering." She said, standing up and dropping the food on Dean's lap. Dean wanted to protest but the food smelled damn good. He wasn't hungry though but since the newest events came...to light, he wasn't surprised. Still wouldn't stop him from eating though.

"Deal. But just this once and because I'm starving." He said, a grin on his face now. He leaned against the headboard, took out the bacon cheese burger from inside the bag and gave the rest to Sammy. Since a Caesar salad sure as hell was not meant for him.

They ate in silence. Dean tried not to scratch the topic of Larry's death but he still wanted to know what the two of them had been up to, if there had been any news about anything.

"Bobby's pissed at you, man. For what exactly he wouldn't tell me but I'm pretty sure it's something bigger than just you not returning his calls." Sam explained, taking another fork of his salad-thing into his mouth. Dean lifted an eyebrow. Oh, he could imagine what Bobby was mad at. The older hunter was no idiot. After being so damn obvious about it, he should have figured that Bobby found out about his…little big secret that he didn't even know was a secret. Damn, why was his life so complicated again?

"Yeah, I'll make sure to call him soon." Dean quickly reassured his brother, just to get him off his ass about it. Because he was not planning on having that talk any time soon. They had bigger things to deal with here. Like what the hell Michael had meant by 'the ones closest to him' and that the angels would leave them alone. Because if he could achieve that miracle with a single sentence along the lines of 'I have your big brother inside me, so no need to worry about him' (he still tried to ignore how fucking dirty that sounded), he would have done it ages ago.

He just stuffed the rest of his burger down when the ring of his phone interrupted his thoughts. With all eyes on him and a frown on his face, he flipped the thing open, holding it to his ear.

"Yeah?" he asked, mouth still half full. Sam pursed his lips at him but he ignored the bitch face.

"Dean!? Thank god you're picking up. God, Dean, it's…they…" it was Lisa, Lisa's frantic voice and heavy breathing from the other end of the line. Immediately, his food was forgotten, swallowed down half chewed and he was sitting on the edge of the bed, eyes wide.

"Lisa? Where are you, what happened?" he asked, already panicked himself. Her voice alone was enough to put him on edge. He glanced at Sam and knew the moment their gazes met that the panic was probably mirrored in his green eyes. Lisa continued and what she said almost made his heart stop.

"There are men in our house, Dean. They just appeared out of nowhere." She said, hereby answering his first and second question. Then she continued, her voice shaking. You could hear she was freaking out, hadn't cried yet, kept her head level but was pretty damn close to a complete breakdown.

"A-and they've got Ben."

~.~.~.~

You hid your skeletons when I had shown you mine,
You woke the devil that I thought you'd left behind,
I saw the evidence, the crimson soaking through,
Ten thousand promises, ten thousand ways to lose.

And you held it all
But you were careless to let it fall
You held it all,
And I was by your side,
Powerless

~Linkin Park, Powerless

Yes, the Enochian is made up. I couldn't find an actual pattern for the language and just based it on what it sounded like in the series ^^.

Don't worry, all the questions that are piling up inside your head about what's going on will be answered later :) I hope I got Michael's character down for now...mh. Problem is he only appeared like 2 times and was a dickhead. You might not know it yet but I despise that view on how the angels are portrayed and it will be a lot different in my story ^^"

Lisa is back though! What might have happened? ;)

PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK! Any length of review is appreciated :3