She supposes she should have known that the Restoration of her Grace was going to do a number on her human body. After all, angels don't have human bodies. That's why they have to borrow them from humans ( Read more... )

It really is a beautiful night.

Clear. Temperate.

Sky full of stars, breeze through the trees.

Not a bad last night, if you have to have one.

(And, in the end, doesn't everyone?)

It's quiet, too. The looping message from the angels -- Dean Winchester gives us Anna by midnight, or we hurl him back to damnation -- has finally stopped ( Read more... )

. . . true orders . . . test to see . . . another Seal hangs in the balance . . . if Lucifer rises . . . Apocalypse . . . beep . . . beep . . . beep . . . Anna wakes to fading whispers of Angels and the sounds of hospital monitors ( Read more... )

Anna likes it here in St. Michael's Church. She always has. She likes it during services and she likes it as it is now, empty and slightly dim, light through the stained glass windows throwing patches of color across the pews ( Read more... )

It's gotten Quiet again, for the moment ( Read more... )

Words are starting to lose all meaning ( Read more... )

[After thisShe comes to in an ambulance, screaming ( Read more... )

There is no peace ( Read more... )

Honestly, Anna has no idea what she was thinking, signing up for a class that meets at eight in the morning.

Well, all right, she was thinking I need this to graduate.

But it's 8:07 am and the coffee hasn't kicked in and the professor just drones up there at the front of the room and if she thinks very hard and pays very close attention, then ( Read more... )

If the Miltons and the Rubins have noticed that their usually something of a Dynamic Duo children have been avoiding each other for a week, no one has said anything. Anna and Jake have had the occasional falling out before, after all, and always quickly gone back to being friends ( Read more... )