A.N. Sorry everyone! My Muse decided on a sudden holiday or something like that. She's back, so, without further ado: chapter 46!
I pressed my back to the wall, feeling the rough surface scratch my wings. I clenched my fist around Handsome's keys, the cold crystal peeking out between my index and middle finger. "You are a charming guy, Crowley, but I'm a grown girl. I can handle my own stuff." I sassed and swung with all my might. The golden crystal sliced a neat cut in the King of Hell's cheek and he looked genuinely surprised. "OW!" He dabbed at his cheek and examined the blood on his fingers. To my horror, the cut slowly healed itself and Crowley looked nothing if not totally pissed. "Well, I have to admit you have spunk, my dear. Too bad it will kill you." he said and pulled a long, thin blade from his inner pocket. "That's an Angelblade. How the Hell did you get your slimy claws on that?" I asked, surprised.
The King of Hell smirked. "Oh I have my resources. Besides, since the angelwars, these things are in surplus." Angelwars? I'd have to talk to Cas and Gabe about that... "Now, where were we?" Crowley mused. "Oh, right. I was going to kill you." he said, matter-of-factly, and pulled his arm back slightly, getting ready for the kill. I could see it in his eyes. My thoughts flashed to Gabe and I felt regret. I wished I could have had more time with him, before turning full angel. Duties would get in the way of our relation. I closed my eyes, waiting for the inevitable, when I heard a painfully familiar voice shout out. "No! Gwenny!" Shocked, I opened my eyes, only to see Gabe jump in front of me and get impaled on the Angelblade. I screamed. "Gabriel!"
I shot up from my bed, where I had been lying on my stomach. Sweat prickled on my forehead and I could taste bile. This vision had to be changed! Gabe shouldn't die. He couldn't! How on Earth had the demons found me? I sat up, on my knees and pulled a trembling hand through my hair. My wings throbbed softly, but they were back! I stretched them and revelled in the feeling. The joy was subdued though... The vision had given me the feeling it wasn't very far in the future, and I was already trying to figure out how I could change it. My first instinct was to run. To get into Handsome, and tear out of the garage, but my core being objected. That bit of me yearned to tell Gabe about my vision, and urge him to stay put if I was to disappear. I sat on the edge of my bed and rubbed my face, fighting myself.