Dean was watching Sam with a grim expression. Sam wasn't alone, his wife Piper was with him.
They were currently in the town of Randolph, New York. Piper teleported them all here, along with Adam and Bela. She thought that Colorado would be too dangerous for them to stay, just in case their enemies decided to seek revenge. Luckily Dean's car was there as well, Piper brought it, not that she cared, just that they needed to hide their tracks.
Adam, he was currently in the ICU unit. Bela, his girlfriend was trying to transfer him to New York City. He was ill, but was expected to recover. As for Sam, he was in a coma.
"Blood. Really? Was it that bad?" Sam asked his brother.
"It's bad. Sam. Really bad. Listen. You have to fight. You hear me?"
"Better be. Dean if Sam dies, don't expect me to not freeze you forever."
Sam looks in the backseat.
"Hi honey."
"Fuck...you."
"Good to see you too. I always loved how you took no bullshit." Sam says smiling at his wife.
Piper just glares at him.
"You are not giving up. I won't let you."
"Better do what your woman tells you. Believe me I know." Dean says with a smile.
Piper was sitting in the ICU seclusion room. This room was a special room, it was covered in a plastic tent meant for critical care patients. She was wearing a isolation gown with a face shield and mask. Sam, he was in a deep coma. His injuries was bad. Really bad. Piper, even with her knowledge of magic couldn't heal or wake him up.
She tried not to cry at her husband. Sam was covered in a oxygen mask, since he couldn't breathe on his own. A machine was breathing for him. His face was bruised up from his injuries, whatever happened at the church, it was bad. If that wasn't bad enough he was hooked up on machines, the heart monitor showing how weak he was.
She sniffled. If this was the price, she would have said fuck it to those assholes in Hell. She looked up and saw Dean.
Dean flinched at her glare. He swallowed.
"You son of a bitch. Was this worth it? My husband, your brother is dying! All because your vendetta. Go to hell."
Luckily they were alone, Piper scared everyone away with her anger. Even if she wasn't a witch, her tone scared everyone. Even Dean. Dean tried not to show nervousness.
"He is my little brother. Don't you think I am not worried! I'll do anything for him!" Dean argued back.
"Well don't be stupid and make a deal. Sam will never forgive you."
How did Piper know that? Luckily they were interrupted by the doctor. Both looked up.
"My husband." Followed by, "My brother."
The doctor nods grimly.
They were both listening to the doctor's grim report. They were looking at Sam's X-Rays, and MRI Scans. Piper never thought she'll see an inside of a hospital again. First Prue with that heart attack, and now Sam.
"The MRI shows massive internal burns affecting all the major organs, oxygen to the brain is severely deprived, plus his lungs are collapsing..."
Dean tuned him out. He didn't want to listen anymore. He gave a silent apology to Sam before walking out. He had to talk to someone.
"Thanks doc." Piper sniffled.
"I suggest you pray."
"The world is ending. God doesn't give a shit." Piper retorted.
"Miss..."
"Mrs. Doherty." Both Dean and Piper agreed on using fake alias. Just in case their enemies tracked them down.
"My apologies. The machines are keeping him alive, but, if he continues..."
"He'll die." Piper felt hallow.
"Yes, we are doing everything we can."
"Out. I want to be alone."
"Of course."
Piper called her sisters. Looks like they need the Power of Three. Plus Paige. She was a whitelighter. She can heal Sam.
Dean was praying. He needed some major angel mojo. What a time for Castiel to be human. But there was other angels. They can help.
"You are not dead..." Piper tells a unconscious Sam.
"Yet. Don't you die." Dean says to his brother.
"We are working our asses off to wake you. Between the three of us, we fought worse. Hell we all died at least once. You are not dying. Not here."
"Alright. I get the picture. I'll stick around."
*Billie was planning on stopping their plans on saving Sam. Luckily I was keeping Her busy. Sorry Billie, this isn't Your story.
A grief counselor was talking to Dean.
"We have orders." The angel possessing Kim Schortz says to Dean. They were talking in a empty patient room.
"What do you mean you have orders. My brother is dying."
"Heaven won't help you. Neither will any angel. The orders come from the top."
"God? Fuck Him. Michael and Gabriel attended Sam's wedding. Tell either to get their feathery asses down here." Dean ordered.
"Kim" shook her head.
"Michael is dead."
"Fine." Dean at the moment didn't care. "Gabriel. Raphael, Gadreel. Anyone. I'm not picky."
She shook her head. Already she liked this new Michael. He took charge. He was willing to save Heaven.
"You are on your own." She flies away.
Dean threw a chair. He had to see Sam.
"Paige is not answering." Piper says in frustration. "I called, texted, emailed, she won't answer."
"Did you pop in?" Phoebe says looking at her nails.
"I won't leave Sam." Piper said stubbornly.
Sam was riding in the car. Both Piper and Dean were arguing on how to bring Sam back.
Sam was getting a headache. He sees someone. Who is that? He tells both to get lost.
Dean wished he still had Lilith. But immediately after they ran out of that church, angels took Lilith away. Dean had no opinion in Lilith. He didn't trust her, but he never forgot Sam's words. He was by his car getting some supplies. He didn't want to make a deal, but Sam's life was more important.
"We can perform a spell. Not awakening. But something I cooked up." Prue tells her sisters.
"Won't be personal gain. The Book is dark. Did you bring it?" Piper asked.
"Yes." Prue knew what to do. She was in charge after all.
Sam was sitting outside of Stanford with Jessica.
"Jessica. What are you doing here?" Sam looked at her beautiful face. Its been years, but he never forgot about her every feature.
"Trying to tell you not to give up." She giggles.
Sam smiles at her laugh. He always loved her cheerful personality. Jessica looks at the sun and closes her eyes.
"Sam. You are a witch? And your married? Congratulations. I was glad to see you moved on."
"Jessica. I missed you so much. I should have stayed home."
"Then more people would have died. It was fate."
"I let you die."
Jessica shook her head.
"You heard of Leo Wyatt?"
"What about him." Sam tried not to feel jealous.
"He was my mentor."
"You were a whitelighter?"
"Heal the wounds
Let it not consume
Make him whole
Don't take his soul."
The sisters chant. Piper looked up. Sam didn't move.
"No. I'm not making Sam do that." Dean was disgusted. He tried making a deal, but the crossroads demon laughed. She said there wasn't a point. He had connections. Whatever that meant. But another demon walked up to him.
"You want your brother to die? This is the only way."
"Briefly. You were supposed to be my assignment. But things changed." Jessica and Sam were talking on a picnic bench. They same bench their friend Brady introduced them at.
"What happened?"
"I'm sure your wife told you. Heaven is retaining their powers. The whitelighters are gone. Except for two. I think you know them."
Paige and Alex's baby. Both were born with those powers. Michael told Paige whitelighters can be born, but with their own rules. He said they hold the same rules as good witches. No personal gain.
Dean walks to where Sam was. Seeing the sisters, he asked if anything changed. Piper sadly shook her head.
"Rowena. We can ask her." Piper says in excitement.
Prue shook her head.
"She is indisposed at the moment."
"What do you mean?"
Dean interrupts their arguing.
"Hey! I have a idea. You won't like it. Neither will Sam."
"So what now. I die? Again?" Sam said in confusion. "My wife and brother will kill me again."
Jessica smiles.
"I can't tell you what to do. Luckily your reaper is repelled. Your wife and sisters in law are keeping it away."
Sam laughs.
"Good old Piper. I knew my bride won't give up on me. Now what."
Jessica holds Sam's hand. Sam looks in her eyes. They share a gentle kiss.
"Goodbye Jessica."
"Go save the world." Jessica disappears.
Stanford went dark. What was happening?
"Winchester. Must be my lucky day."
"You."
"Sam's tat is gone." Prue says.
"For a few minutes. The moment that demon does its job..."
"Don't worry. We have it covered." Phoebe assures Piper.
Dean felt really uneasy. This was a bad plan. He'll do anything to save Sam, but how Piper willingly agreed. He felt like she changed to something darker.
Sam immediately sits up. The heart monitors start going off. He takes off his oxygen mask.
"Pass me the bottle."
Once Dean hands "Sam" the bottle, Sam drinks it greedily. When Sam lifted the now empty bottle, Dean felt sick.
He quickly lays back down, and the women start to chant the exorcism spell.
A few minutes later both Prue and Phoebe blink out. Dean and Piper didn't want to explain how extra people snuck in. They demon was gone, so Piper put back his tattoo.
The doctors were baffled. The nurse came running in hearing the heart monitors and called for a code blue. Sam wasn't dead, but his heart needed to be restarted. A few hours later, Sam demanded to be released.
"In all my years of medical work. I never seen someone of your injuries wake up." The doctor says confusedly. He was so sure of Sam dying, he called for the morgue.
"Doesn't matter anyways. I'm erasing your memories. Plus destroying any medical records." Piper tells the doctor.
"Excuse me?"
Piper closes her eyes and concretes her magic.
"Obliviscatur. Vim extermina." (Forget. Erase.)
"Lets get outta here." All three leave the hospital.
Billie fumes in frustration. She hated every Winchester in every world. But those men and women were written In God's Book. She had no choice but to back off.
"How are you feeling?" Dean asked Sam.
"Like a vampire. Really thirsty." The demon occupying a old lady just smirks at the three hunters. Sam Winchester and Piper Halliwell. They were going to be their allies. So much for good magic.
Soon Dean was saying goodbye to his brother and sister in law. They were going home, Piper was using her magic to send them home, she said she wasn't worried about the assassins.
"Don't worry. I can take care of those jackasses. I'm not worried about them. Honey, ready to go? I am ready to start my married life."
"Go find your wife. You have a long trip ahead of you. I'm sure Jenna is waiting."
As they talked Dean looked at Sam with worry. Sam died, both remembered being in Heaven. Sam said he remembered the guy cocking the shotgun. Dean didn't remember squat. The Bartender remarked it was better that they don't remember anything. Dean wasn't sure if it was a good thing. But maybe it was better this way. They hug goodbye, and Dean and Piper hug as well.
"Take good care of him."
"I will. Take care Dean."
Dean starts his car, not realizing there was a tracking device in it.
Castiel was waiting for Dean. He was hitching a ride from Dean, Dean was driving him home. Castiel hoped Jack was okay, he was with Gabriel last time he heard from him. Speaking of, where was Gabriel? Castiel prayed, but Gabriel was ignoring his prayers; plus Anael. What was Anael's mistake? He wondered.
Anna was watching Metatron's Trail. Anael was already sentenced, however she had no idea what her punishment was. When she asked her fellow angel said it was "appropriate."
"Metatron, do you have anything to say for your defense?" The prosecutor Sarathiel said.
Metatron stared blankly ahead.
"Very well. Ahem, your honor. I recommend that Metatron be sentenced for banishment." Sarathiel tells the presiding judge, Raguel.
Anna knew Raguel back in the day. Both him and Sarathiel were in the Seven Lieutenants in the War. Michael was the General, and Anna was one of the Seven. The Bible mistakenly credits them as archangels, which isn't so far off, they were strong. But other than Michael, Gabriel, Raphael and Lucifer, none of them saw God. Uriel never bothered correcting anyone who asked, he pretended to know God. His arrogance would be his downfall someday.
The angels watching were waiting in bated breath. Banishment was something no angel wanted. It was believed if you lost your wings, you were considered fallen. A few angels fell, unlike Anna, they fell with Lucifer. They all died during the War. As for Anna, Heaven was wondering why she returned home. Anna didn't have a reason, she was Homesick. Michael allowed it, he said to let things be. With the exception of Uriel, the other angels welcomed her with open arms.
"Before I carry out my sentence. Defense, what do you say on your client's behalf?" Raguel asks Phanuel, who was acting as Metatron's defense.
"Metatron here was a Scribe. He wrote God's Word. When God left, He ordered Metatron to guard the Tablets. That was what he did. Heaven back then was in disarray. Many of our Treasures were lost along with many of our Weapons. Metatron was just doing his job."
Anna nodded along with the murmuring audience. Barely anyone knew Metatron, rumor was he was one of the very few to meet God face to face. When the War ended, Heaven and Earth were in ruins.
Metatron was silent, but Anna saw him trembling. Banishment. Being on Earth was worse than being in Hell. However, if his punishment was severe, he would be sent to another world. They all heard rumors that there was one world worse than Hell. Michael seen it, he said it was empty and void of kindness. He felt sorry for many of its citizens. Everyone was holding their breath as Raguel gave his sentence.
"I heard both arguments. Both carry a lot of weight. However, Metatron has stolen some valuable items. But. He also protected them. He will be sent to Earth, but as a human. His memories as an angel will be erased, he can live his life peacefully as a human man. It will up to our Creator to see if he goes to Heaven, Hell or The Empty after his life ends. My decision is final."
The watching audience chatters excitingly. A human. Other than Anna, Castiel and Hannah, no angel ever fell willingly. Metatron's face was blank. He didn't protest as he was taken away. Anna wondered. Did Anael fall too? If she did, she hoped she was okay. She got up to check out the Weapon Vault. She was in charge of checking the inventory.
She knew Michael and Lucifer were dead. When celestial energy like that breaks, all of Heaven feels it. Michael and Lucifer probably killed each other, they must have did their Heavenly duty. As for the New Michael, Anna didn't trust him. Speaking of, where was he?
"Cas, what were you doing in Colorado? Where you here for the Trail?" Dean asked as he as driving Castiel home.
"The Angel Trail. Metatron said he was going to 'fix' Heaven, whatever that meant. But something went wrong. Michael and Lucifer are dead."
"While Sam was at the hospital, I prayed for help. No angel would help. Neither would any demon." He felt bad for Michael, but Lucifer, he deserved it.
"You summoned a demon. Dean." Castiel gives Dean a disapproving look.
"Don't worry Cas. I didn't make a deal. No demon would." No way he was telling Castiel about Sam. Dean was desperate, same was his wife. As for his 'connections,' Dean had no idea what that demon meant.
The drive would take at least two days not including rest stops and motels. Dean wanted to see his wife, he wanted to see if she was okay.
Hannah was worried about her friend. Her and Anael weren't close, she always thought Anael was very immature and vain. But her betrayal of Heaven, Anna told her about it. What would make Anael do that? Anael lived peacefully on Earth, same with many other angels. Her sentence must have already be done. Heaven's time moved differently than Earth. As for Michael's and Lucifer's murders, how?
Hannah was just sitting there when Jenna walked in.
"Hey angel girl. What's up?"
Hannah smiles at Jenna's cheerful demeanor. She remembered her knocking hard at the door.
Hannah was reading a book a few weeks ago when she heard pounding. Scared, she was willing to call 911. She lived on Earth long enough to see how risky it was. She and Castiel had many anti demon symbols, silver everywhere, sprinklers filled throughout their property filled with holy water, and had various weapons throughout the house. Hannah was a decent hunter, she fought during the War, and had a basic understanding. But humans. They were unpredictable. They knew not to hurt humans, but also knew how to live among them. That is why they also had a alarm installed.
Hannah was scared. She knew it wasn't monsters, they would be burned. She checked her security camera. She couldn't believe it. It was Dean's wife. What was she doing here? Kansas was far from here. Hannah answers it.
"Jenna? What are you doing here? Dean. He didn't come by."
Jenna was scared. That night she was taken, it was scary.
She was streaming live when she she felt the back of the hairs of her neck stand up. She hunted, but even without that, her instincts were warning her she was being watched, and not by her viewers. She then signed off, telling her audience it was late. Once she signed off, she unplugged her camera and mic, out of habit, ever since she heard of a hacker that was stalking female streamers.
She was in a good mood earlier, she was negotiating a deal with a streaming service to be partnered. It was a sweet deal, it would bring in good money for her and Dean. All she had to do is play videogames and talk to her fans.
It was after she hung up. She was currently playing online when she felt "off." Her instincts were going in hyper overdrive. She apologized to her audience and signed off. Once her camera and mic were unplugged, she went and got out her gun. Not a real gun, but one with rock salt. It wouldn't kill a person, but it would hurt them. She was scared shitless. Something was very wrong.
At first she thought it was just a burglar. But she smelled sulfur and blood. Her curtains were thankfully closed. When her lights went out, she jumped. There were anti demon symbols and salt taped underneath the windows, but nothing about monsters. She quickly dug through every cupboards and drawers for weapons. Once the door broke down, she started shooting. She heard growls, and quickly armed herself with a gun Dean left in their kitchen junk drawer. She then ran to the spare bedroom.
She started firing at anything that moved, thankfully her gun was loaded with silver. There was blood, she forced herself to stay calm, she didn't want to panic and get herself killed. The last thing she remembered was the smoke. She passed out afterwards.
She woke up with her arms and legs tied together. It also didn't help she was blindfolded. Why she was taken, she didn't know.
She was forced to ride like that for a few hours. Thankfully she didn't need to pee, but she was kicking herself for skipping dinner. She was a vegetarian, but would have gladly ate a bacon cheeseburger to satisfy her hunger. She just hoped whoever kidnapped her didn't want to kill Dean. She wanted to pray, but knew it was pointless. Instead she chanted to whoever was listening. She hoped Paige helped at least.
They took her to a run down cabin and pretty much just left her there. Thankfully someone fed her, it was just a old cheese sandwich but Jenna ate it hungrily. After her meager meal was done, her kidnapper took her food away and led her to a dark washroom. It was gross and smelly, but beggars can't be choosers.
She hunted only a short time, but she recognized the smell of sulfur. Why the demon was keeping her alive and unharmed Jenna had no clue. Once she was done in the bathroom, she was planning her escape. She was going to exorcise the demon and run. Even though she had no clue where she was.
She had to wait till nightfall. She heard of wendigos, hopefully there wasn't any around. Thankfully Dean made her memorize the exorcism spell. The demon was in a body of a middle aged man, hopefully he wasn't a bright demon. She was again hungry, but she forced herself to ignore her hunger. She had to wait. Without a Devil's Trap, the demon would kill her before she started.
A sudden noise outside started the demon. When he went to check it out, she started chanting.
"Exorcizamus te..." She mumbled. The demon quickly turned around and demanded she stop.
The doorknob jiggled startling both. Jenna knew, this was her one shot for escaping.
"Exorcizamus te omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica. Ergo, omnis legio diabolica, adiuramus te." The demon immediately smoked out, but her relief was short lived. One of the people who kidnapped her was standing behind the door. He just took his finger and put in on his lips in a shush gesture.
"This man, he was possessed. We need to take him away from here." She whispered. The guy didn't say anything, he just picked him up and carried him away.
He made her wear a blindfold, but told her he promised not to hurt her. Jenna already distrusted him, but she had no idea where she was. Besides, she had no other choice. His voice however, sounded so familiar. Jenna swore she heard it before. He made her hold on to him and walked slowly through the woods. She tripped a few times, but he never said a word. Once he ordered her to stop, she heard a car door opening.
They drove for a few hours. Jenna was allowed to take off the blindfold after a hour, he said he was going to stop off for lunch.
"Where are we?"
"Some random fast food place. I am going to a drive-thru, but if you need to go use the facilities, I recommend you go now. Don't bother escaping, I still have your friend here."
"He's not my friend."
"But he is a innocent. What is that thing your husband say? Saving people, hunting things, the family business. If you disappear he dies. You don't want innocent blood on your hands, do you?"
Jenna fumed. But no way she was leaving a innocent man to die. She seen the weapon he was carrying. He can easily kill the guy, and no one will ever know.
"I'll take a salad, and a few apple pies. Oh yeah, throw in a few grill cheese sandwiches. Don't forget the coke. No ice." She was starving.
Once the food was ordered they drove on. The guy woke up after an hour.
"Ugh. Where am I?"
It took them a few hours but once Jenna saw the Golden State Bridge, she asked if they were heading to the Halliwell Manor.
"I'm afraid not. There are dangerous people watching that house. It would be foolish to go there."
"My friends. Sam's wife are there. I need to warn them." Jenna protested.
"They are fine. Remember who they are. They can watch themselves."
"My family. They must be worried about me." The guy complained.
"What do you remember?" Jenna asked.
"I was working at my job, next thing I know I am in this car. Who are you? What do you want with me?" The guy demanded.
"What's your name?" Jenna asked. She looked over at her kidnapper. He had facial hair, and was wearing a wig. He was wearing sunglasses, lucky for him California was currently sunny. He wouldn't stand out. He stared ahead, refusing to interact with Jenna and the guy.
"Phil."
"Phil, is everything okay?"
"He's fine. But I'm taking him somewhere safe."
"Just a minute! You are not taking me anywhere! Turn this car around and let me out!"
"Kinda hard when you are passed out." The guy said dryly.
"Wha..." His word was cut off when the guy pressed a button on the dashboard. The guy immediately passed out.
"What did you do to him?" Jenna asked. Afraid she was getting drugged as well.
"He's fine. Just a small hit of gas. He was possessed. I'm taking him somewhere safe."
Sacred Meadows.
"And me?"
"Don't worry, I made arrangements. But you can't go home. There is people watching your home."
"What about Dean?" Jenna knew he was on his way to Colorado with Sam, but she had a feeling Dean was in danger.
The guy was quiet for a long time. Once he dropped off the guy, he took her to the airport.
"Some fake IDs. Your ticket is waiting. Go. Your airline is..." He refused to answer Jenna's questions, instead he drove away. He left Jenna with a cell and a small bag of clothes.
Jenna's flight was uneventful, thankfully it didn't take long. Once she realized where she was, she took a cab to Castiel's. Thank goodness Hannah was home.
"Fine. Just things seem off." Hannah was really worried. She was only human for a short time, but she still heard angel radio. It wasn't as clear, but she still listens on occasion. She overheard Michael and Lucifer were dead. Plus a new leader was chosen. Who it was Hannah had no clue. But she overheard how excited everyone was. This angel, whoever he or she was promised to reshape Heaven.
"Cas will be home soon. He won't leave you. Plus I can finally be with Dean. I miss him. I want to start my married life."
Hannah just smiled at her enthusiasm. Jenna was so cheerful about everything.
The guy who was tracking Dean wasn't worried about losing Dean, he knew where he was. Of course he knew he had to remove that tracker eventually, Dean would figure it out. He answered his phone.
"Yes sir. Don't worry, he is always in my sight." Once he hung up he just waited for his food. How Dean came back he had no clue. He saw his head blown off. An angel must have brought him back.
It took Dean two days of driving, since New York State was far where Cas lived. But with quick rest stops, including sleep and eating, they finally made it there.
"Dean."
"I know. But I am not leaving my wife again. I'll take her on hunts. She has to protect herself." No way was Dean ever leaving her again. He was his everything, not including Sam.
"Your home is being watched over."
"Don't worry, I am calling for a few favors." Once he sees his wife running out, Dean gets out of his car.
Castiel could only smile. He was glad to see Dean was happy and alive. He was glad those rumors about him being dead were false. Even being an ex-angel, Castiel would be devastated if Dean was killed. He loved Hannah, but seeing Dean and Jenna hugging made his heart ache, just a little.
A young woman was getting her gear together. She was getting ready to fight, her destiny awaits. She was humming as she put on her shades, she was on a quest. Hopefully this helps her get in that academy. They were strict about applications.
Paige thought she'll never be done. So many reports, plus those receipts. She needed to hire an accountant. She sighed as she put the folder in the out box. When she saw her Jo coming she groaned.
"Not again."
"Sorry. I just print them." Jo apologized. She put a huge stack of papers on her desk.
"Thank goodness you're here. As the assistant director, you can help me with the paperwork."
Seeing Jo's face, she had a sudden headache.
"Sorry boss. My vacation is due. As of today, I am on vacation."
"Then why bring me those folders?"
"Because they needed to be done, plus Lauren is on his coffee break."
"Can you stay? Please? I'll double your pay." Paige begged. She only just started her first week and was already exhausted.
Jo looked at Paige with sympathy.
"Sorry. My vacation was approved a few months ago. Dex and I are heading to Chicago. He wants to introduce me to his parents." Jo said in excitement. This was a huge step. Hopefully their relationship will get deeper.
Paige just smiles at Jo as she talked about her relationship with Dex Lawson, Sacred Meadows' handyman. Paige was glad Jo was so happy. She was a great hunter, however she confided in her best friend Claire that she wanted an out. She liked having a normal life. As happy as she was for Jo, the looming threat was still out there. Jo and any other hunters may not have an out. But Paige didn't want to think about it. The future didn't happen yet.
"I'm so happy for you. Are you sure I can't make you stay? Not even with a cash bonus on your next paycheck?" Paige begged.
"As tempting as the money is, our flight is leaving in a few hours." Just then Dex knocks on the door.
"Knock, knock. Am I interrupting?"
"No, I was just asking if Jo needed anything." Paige says smiling at Dex and Jo.
Jo giggled in Dex's arms.
"Paige if you need help, there are resumes in your email. Ever since that whole angel fiasco plus those gunman, we really need more employees since many quit. Maybe you can interview a few."
"Sacred Meadows isn't just a rehab facility or a hospital. We specialize in special patients." Thankfully Dex knew what this place was, his uncle was a hunter. He got Dex this job. Paige was glad she didn't have to censor what she said or did.
As Paige said her goodbyes, she was thinking of Jo's words. She had a stack of paperwork, but looking over at them, she needed help. She opened her email.
She was looking at the cover letters and resumes when she felt something. It wasn't a headache, but more like a call. She called her sisters, hoping things were okay.
"Sam almost died?! Why didn't you call? My phone is always on. What do you mean I ignored you. I was working! Plus none of you ever bothered checking up on me." Paige hung up after thirty minutes. Sam almost died. None of her sisters called. She was a whitelighter. Maybe a half whitelighter, but she could have heard their calls. Ugh. That jiggling again. She recognized it. Great. She had her job, but she also couldn't ignore that jiggling. She looked over at her stack.
She called Lauren to her office. She was taking a personal day. She was the boss.
Anael woke up with a huge migraine. Ugh. Where was she? Angels don't sleep. When she woke up she was in her house. Huh? How did she get here? When she looked around she realized something was off. Her eyesight was blurry. Plus her body. Her cramps. When she felt her stomach growling then she remembered. She was banished.
She was tuning out Metatron when Naomi came.
"It's time."
Anael never forgot those eyes. She was human, but saw the angel's true forms. In Heaven, your eyes don't burn. She felt the judgments, heard the whispers. She knew her punishment would be severe.
Her defense was Phanuel, one of the Seven Lieutenants. She didn't know Phanuel very well, higher tier angels don't interact with the lower classed angels. But she heard he was very good at his job. As for the prosecution, it was Sarathiel. Plus Raguel as the judge? Anael was hoping they would be merciful.
"Anael, you are charged for treason. How do you plead?"
"Objection! My client was under pressure. She had no choice."
Her trail was a travesty. Even with Phanuel as her defender, Sarathiel made some very good points. She knew if it was another angel, she would be nodding along with him. She had her friends and Joshua speak for her defense, but the matter of Michael's and Lucifer's deaths was literally on her hands. She brought Dark Michael to that building. She could have warned Michael and Naomi about what Michael was looking for. She didn't.
Anna was watching her with sympathy, with that, Anael was glad she had one friend. She was ashamed. Most of Heaven showed up for her trail. She was shaking on what her fate would be. Death? Her wings clipped? The Empty? She hoped not. When Raguel asked her to raise, she knew she was toast.
"Anael, you have done some questionable things over time. Shirking your duties, taking off to Earth without permission, refusing to take responsibilities for your actions. You been punished for your past actions, I won't hold you to that. However, two archangels are dead. Our leader, Archangel Michael. Son of God. Plus Lucifer, welcomed back by his brethren, also the Son of God were murdered in cold blood. I don't care if another angel committed these crimes, you didn't warn anyone. I have no choice. Anael, you are therefore banished. Your ties to Heaven cut off. Your riches on Earth taken away."
Anael felt cold when he said that. She had no skills. Without her money, how would she survive? Thankfully Phanuel spoke for her.
"Anael here has already lost her wings. Heaven has no need for money or any material things. It would be pointless."
"Nevertheless, she obtained her riches from her angelic powers. Her riches were obtained from Heaven, therefore Heaven is taking it all away. Anael, you will be sent back to Earth with your memories attached. I want you to remember your crimes for the rest of your mortal life. It will be up to God to see if you return to Heaven after your life ends. My decision is final. You are dismissed."
Anael felt herself panicking. How will she adjust? Poverty. Pain. Hunger. Aging. Mortality. Things she never had to worry about before. She didn't remember much after that. But laying in bed and getting up, she realized this may the last time she sees her home. She was hoping it was all a dream till the sheriff came with a eviction notice. She was six months behind on her mortgage.
"I always payed my bills on time!" She argued.
Then after he left, her power went out. Then her car repossessed. That is when she remembered. She ran upstairs and took any jewelry she could to pawn. The repo men came afterwards. She tried taking out her money from her bank account, her account had nothing in it. She cried on the ATM machine. She was dead broke. Thankfully she had her cell. She called Hannah. She needed a place to live. Especially when they changed the locks. She couldn't get anything, not even her clothes or food. The only money she had in the world was in her purse. Banishment. Being a poor nobody. She wanted to kill Michael for putting her in this position. She should have took over Danneel's life in the Hard World, at least she could have had a place to live.
Various couples in Australia and New Zealand were watching the aurora borealis, same with many countries around the world. As many were basking in the sights, scientists were baffled at the timing. Those lights were usually seen in certain seasons. Plus the entire planet watching them at the same time.
Various psychics around the world could see the planets getting ready to align, something huge was going to happen.
Hell was getting their demons ready to stockpile their money, since they needed it.
Heaven was wondering where Michael went.
The sorcerer was watching the sky with a grim expression. It was almost here.