( All Angels Don't Go to Heaven )

Sam leaned against the stained yellow wallpaper on the motel room wall. He looked around at the baggage and papers he and Chuck had left there that afternoon. It seemed a million years had passed since they had been going over newspaper articles and pictures on the laptop. Raziel stood before him. Head hung in a shameful fashion. Her hair ( Read more... )

The soft buzzing of a motorcycle passing by woke Dean from a deep sleep. He lay sprawled across thick, soft blankets, nothing like the itchy comforters of the motels he was used to staying in. The pillows cradled his head like a cloud. If this was a dream he didn't want to wake up. If it wasn't, who knew what would happen when he opened his eyes. ( Read more... )

Dean threw a lazy arm out of the bed and smacked the alarm clock on the nightstand. The music continued to fill the motel room. He swatted at the clock harder, knocking it onto the worn carpet. When the music still refused to cease, he grabbed the cell phone off the nightstand and answered it. “Hello!” His voice still thick with sleep growled into ( Read more... )

Abby glanced up at Raziel perched at the bar and grinned. Four men circled her like vultures. A line of drinks dotted the bar in front of the angel. 'Good luck getting her drunk.' Abby giggled to herself. On the other side of the restaurant, Matt Sanders emerged from the men's room. Abby downed her wine and prayed for her own intoxication.

Matt was ( Read more... )

The angels left to do whatever angels do while the rest of the world sleeps. By morning, Dean and Abby had fallen into a comfortable silence. Dean having only awoken once in the night. Abby soothed his sweat covered brow with a cool cloth and lulled him back to sleep with promises of safety and security. No mention of the night time adventure over ( Read more... )

“And the hits just keep coming.” Abby mumbled from the passenger's side of the Impala.

Dean turned down the radio and shot her a glance. “I'm sorry, do you have a problem with the music?”

“No,” Abby stammered, unaware he could hear her over the radio blast. “Music's fine. I just can't believe neither of us has said a word for four hours.”

A diner sat ( Read more... )