Redemption's Salvation

Wild: Well, I am glad to present to you the relief to all your cliff hanger frustrations!

Aiya: Yes, we were very excited to see that everyone was dying for our next chapter. It brought tears to our eyes that people have become so engulfed in our story.

Wild: On a different note, we had a couple questions that need answering:

Is Lucifer still in Nick's body or does he have one of his own? The answer is yes, Lucifer is still in Nick's body. Just something about the scruffy way Lucifer looks and acts in Nick appeals to me, so I kept him in said body. Good question!

Is Michael still in young John Winchester? The answer, again, is yes. Just the way Michael looks is perfect for him! So I kept it that way! Equally great question!

Aiya: The questions are wonderful, and we are happy to answer any others people have. But for now, please enjoy and complete the Three R's!

XII

Holy fucking shit, I'm kissing the Devil, Adam thought once his brain began to kick into gear. He was kissing the freaking Devil himself; and it felt amazing! It shouldn't feel good! Why does it feel good? It shouldn't feel fantastic and so alluring and addictive!

Adam quickly began to try and push away, back away, or something! Anything! But the hand firmly grasping the back of his head disrupted his plans; in fact, he found himself being pulled closer to the demon.

"Get-Off of- ME!" Adam tried to say as Lucifer nipped his lips. But as the last word escaped, Lucifer roughly pushed him back into the pillows, mounting him and pinning him to the bed. Those sinful lips attacked his once again as hips grinded against his lower body. Adam couldn't get away, and some part of him didn't want those hard yet soft lips to get away from him. It was a good thing for Adam when Lucifer pulled away with a triumphant grin. Blue eyes clashed; one gaze confused and the other lustful and seductive.

"Don't fight it, Adam; it can feel so amazing when you don't think and fight," Lucifer purred and kissed Adam again before the Milligan tried to speak again, softer this time; romantic almost if it was even possible for a demon. Adam's eyes widened at his thoughts and he bucked, trying to get him off before he thought anymore weird things. "Ah ah ah, Adam, don't you realize how inviting your making yourself appear?"

Adam hissed and snapped forward to try and bite at Lucifer, trying to make him get away. He'd do anything. But Lucifer pressed his hips into Adam's, stilling his restless and panicked motions with firm hips.

"Get off of me, Lucifer," Adam growled as Lucifer leaned down, pressing his entire form against Adam's body. Adam felt his muscles tensing, tightening, coiling, and were prepared to strike out to defend and attack.

Lucifer smiled slow and coy like a fox. He leaned closer, and Adam tried his best to press himself further into the bed. He wanted to disappear into the sheets and never return. He never wanted to see the demon again, or the archangel who pissed him off to no end.

The Devil leaned close and snaked another, softer kiss across Adam's lips and purred, "Adam, Michael might say that you belong to him; however, I have a different impression…I think you belong to more than one."

Adam stared at him dumbfounded and was about to begin another shouting match when the door opened. His head shot to the side, and he felt he had never been so happy to see Michael before. The eldest Archangel closed to door casually but froze with food and drink in hand, in the doorway.

His eyes widened and quickly opened his mouth. Too bad Michael beat him to it this time.

"Lucifer, get off him right now!" Michael spat and dropped the food and drink on the ground. He was by the bed in an instant and grasped a firm hold on Lucifer's arm. He launched him across the room to slam into the wall. The walls shuddered and groaned under the sudden powerful impact they had to endure. "What the hell do you think you're doing with something that is mine, Demon?"

Lucifer chuckled as he picked himself up on the floor. Adam cringed and scooted back up against the headboard, holding his body and looking around frantically to try and find his gun or the archangel blade. He needed to get out of there! Now!

"What is yours, Michael? Surely you've begun to realize he doesn't just belong to you alone," Lucifer said slowly, standing up from his sprawled position on the ground. He grinned wide, fangs apparent in his mouth; sharp incisors. Adam's eyes widened, his entire body flinching as shivers raced up his spine.

"He doesn't belong to anyone but me, Lucifer; now why don't you go back to hunting down Samuel and Dean. I'm sure they'd love another chance at frying you and sending you back to Hell," Michael growled, standing in front of the bed. He stood tall and defiant; ready to defend what was "his".

And frankly, it pissed Adam off.

"Why don't both of you skedaddle on out of here and find your vessels," Adam grunted, sitting up slowly, coughing loudly while clutching his sides. "I'm tired of the both of you; just get out of here before-."

"Before what, Adam?" Michael snapped, looking at Adam over his shoulder. "What are you going to do to us? You don't have your gun or your blade. You don't have any means of escape or of defending yourself against either of us. You're stuck, so just deal with it. You aren't going anywhere."

Then, just as abruptly as he had cut off Adam, the Archangel swung on Lucifer again.

"And as for you, I'm tired of all your crap and all the misfortune you're bringing about; both you and your children," Michael growled, pointing an accusing finger. "I think it's time you leave now before I disembowel you."

"Disembowel me? I think it's time you leave before I chop your head and wings off."

"I think it's time for both of you-," Adam tried to speak.

"Shut up!" both angels yelled at him, silencing him and causing him to pout and sit back to enjoy the show taking place in front of him.

At least it's better than TV, Adam thought while watching with wary eyes. Michael and Lucifer both said they can find me anywhere. Is this what it's like for Dean and that angel, Castiel? An angel always able to locate a human; maybe like a guardian angel?

"Something like that," Lucifer said, and Adam looked up, startled. He blinked before his eyes widened beyond capacity.

"You two can read my thoughts!"

"Frankly speaking, yes," Michael said, shrugging.

"Get the hell out of my head!" Adam snapped and immediately, a mental wall was formed in front of his thoughts. The two angels gave him a harsh glare before turning on each other once again.

"Look, we don't have time for this anyway. We need to get a move on and leave this place now," Michael said and looked around. Adam blinked and quickly interjected, "Excuse me?"

"This place isn't safe anymore since that demoness has disappeared. And who do they think they'll question first?" Michael said quickly, reaching around and gathering up all of Adam's things. "Since you were the last one to be seen with "Tiffy" you will be the first one to be questioned, without a doubt."

Adam blinked rapidly before looking at Lucifer, who shrugged again and smiled coyly.

"Come on, Milligan, consider it an adventure. After all, I think it's about time that we move on. Those next door neighbors of yours are quite noisy. I'm pretty sure there are one or two married couples in that room with as much fighting and screaming echoing through the walls," Lucifer said, grinning. "Besides, this place doesn't have very good service."

"But I just got here! I'm not going with you two! Just leave me here and go on your merry little way to Wolly World," he snorted and cuddled into the blankets. But it wasn't so easy for him. A pair of arms plucked him from the blankets and sat him on his feet. "Hey!"

"Where we you, you go, bub," Lucifer clucked, reminding Adam of a mother hen.

"Yeah well I'm not going," Adam said, jutting out his chin and crossing his arms. Michael gave him a death glare, and Adam met it with a stoic, blank stare. "I'm not going, especially with you two. Just leave me here or I'll report you two; simple as that."

"Report us for what?"

"Harassment; abuse; stalking; kidnapping," Adam said, naming off all sorts of things. Michael eventually made a rolling hand motion, silently commanding Adam to hurry it up.

"You seriously think the authorities can do anything against us, Adam?" Michael said, giving Adam a cocky grin. "Adam, we're angels; we can do anything we want. It would be as easy as snapping my fingers for one of those policemen to not see us, to think that you're crazy, or even to put you in our custody."

"As if; they have records on people!"

"Records can be made."

"You're being an asshole," Adam snapped.

"And you're both turning into bitches. Can we hurry this along here! I'm hungry and frankly, I don't like this place. I'll be waiting out in the car," Lucifer said, pointing at them both before grabbing the Jaguar's keys right out of Adam's back pocket.

Adam blinked, glaring at the fallen angel as he winked and jogged out the door, only stopping to pick up one of "Adam's shopping bags. Adam was then left to glare at Michael; however, it didn't last long. Michael's words from before still echoed in his brain, and left him feeling bad.

"We need to go now," Michael growled, stepping up in front of Adam and putting a firm hand onto Adam's shoulder. The boy flinched and stared at the hand before jerking his shoulder away and reaching for his shirt. Immediately, he stopped, halfway dressed and gulped before opening his mouth to speak.

"I'm sorry," Adam muttered.

Michael blinked, stopping his assault on erasing any evidence of them being there from the room. He turned and looked at Adam, arching an eyebrow in surprise.

"What?"

"I said I'm sorry, okay?" Adam said stiffly, pulling on the rest of his shirt and grabbing his jacket. "I'm sorry about what I said before to you, and I'm sorry for being such an asshole. Now, can we just get going? If we're gonna leave, now's the time."

He pushed past Michael, not even looking at the grin that was slowly spreading across the Archangel's face. Pearly white teeth shimmered under the last flicker of light as Michael shut off the overhead lights.

"Apology accepted," Michael called, and before disappearing around the corner, Adam flashed him the finger. For the first time, Michael laughed for real.

XII

"Are you serious, Gabriel!" Dean ground out between clenched teeth as Gabriel managed to settle the happy go lucky drunk Sam onto the couch. He draped a fluffy blanket over Sam's giggling form.

"Yes, I'm being perfectly serious Dean; shhh, shhh, Sammy. Don't worry, this'll all be over if you just go to sleep now, okay?" Gabriel said, smiling brightly and encouragingly at the brown haired man.

Sam giggled again and waved at Dean.

"Hi Dean."

"Hi Sam; now look here, Gabriel! You can't just go and run off with my brother. Lucifer may still be in the Cage, but there are still demons out there that could hurt Sam!" Dean snapped, barely giving his younger brother a second glance before whirling on the Archangel yet again.

"A demon that could get through me first, then to Sam? I'd love the meet the song of a bitch," Gabriel said, smiling at Dean while striding past and grabbing bottled water from the small fridge offered by the hotel.

"That's not the point, Gabriel! The point is that there are still plenty of people out there that could hurt Sam! And I'm not about to have that on my conscience that I couldn't even keep my head straight enough to stop you from taking my baby brother out there where he could fucking get killed and you wouldn't give a damn!" Dean bellowed in one large breath, startling Gabriel to death.

The Archangel froze, standing there with a water bottle. The only noise in the room was the noise coming from the TV Castiel was watching in the other room, and the giggling coming from Sam. Gabriel blinked before he opened his mouth; bad choice.

"How is it that you managed to yell all that in one breathe without your lungs breaking or your eyes bugging out?" Gabriel asked in all innocent curiosity. He strode right past Dean, hiding his death glare and the murderous intent in his aura before sitting down next to Sam's giggling form. "Hey Sammy, I need you to drink this, okay? It'll help with your hangover in the morning."

"Wha 'r 'o ta'kin 'bout? 'M n't gonn' hav'a han'ov'r," Sam slurred his words but accepted the small sip of water and pills being pushed down his throat. He gulped down the substance before his eyes rolled to the back of his skull. He passed out, snoring and tired, a growling and gurgling in his belly.

Gabriel smiled and stroked Sam's hair with care, startling Dean, who stared gap mouthed at the Archangel. Gabriel then stood up and looked at Dean with a ferocity that shouldn't be seen on anyone on earth or in Heaven or Hell.

"I do give a damn what happens to your brother, Dean, because I'll be plain honest with you. I love your brother to death, and I would never let anyone hurt him, because they'd be hurting what it mine. Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to get me some food to help with the alcohol in my gut, and go to bed," Gabriel said, snarling the last bit in Dean's face before charging into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water and a cheeseburger and storming into the other room, plopping down onto a bed face first.

Dean stared after him before saying, "That's what I'm afraid of."

"Dean?" Castiel's soft voice came from the main bedroom and quickly Dean darted into the room. Castiel was still sitting where Dean had left him, cuddled under the blankets sitting upright against the headboard. But his eyes were glued to the TV screen. "What is this monstrosity?"

Dean blinked and looked at the screen, seeing an image of an image of a two people having sex. Castiel was blushing and looking away, his gaze zooming onto Dean's smiling face.

"Seriously Castiel, I know that you've never had sex, but surely you angels got "the talk"," Dean laughed, grinning at Castiel, who cleared his throat.

"We were taught that we only do that with the one we love, and those two are not married!" Castiel stated, pointing at the screen. "Why do humans find this kind of television to be arousing and perfectly normal?"

"Because in our day and age, it is perfectly normal," Dean said and plopped down onto the bed beside the former angel, "Come on, Castiel, haven't you ever wanted to get one of the pretty lassies up there naked?"

"Never!" Castiel snapped. "Women are to be respected, not humiliated like this."

Man, this guy should become a member of a another women's rights movement, Dean thought before patting Castiel's back and changing the channel to something else. "So what do you feel like watching then? Baseball? Basketball? Fox News?"

Castiel watched the images change multiple times before making Dean stop it on the History Channel. Dean rolled his eyes and grumbled in exasperation.

"Are you serious man? You want to watch the History channel talking about-," Dean stopped to glance at the topic of the day, "about Latin America?"

"Latin culture is very vibrant and colorful," Castiel said, watching the pretty colors dancing on the screen as a deep, husky voice echoed in the room. Some scientist was explaining the meaning of the-, "Hey!"

"If there is one thing I'm not going to let happen during this period of your powers being sealed, it's going to be that your mind will be brainwashed and filled with scientific crap. While you're like this, I'm going to teach you how to be a man and every fantastic pleasurable thing God placed on this Earth," Dean said, turning the TV off. "Now, for starters, I say that you learn how good other foods are. You already like Rolos! What else do you want to try?"

"I don't want to try anything; what I want is for you to turn on the History Channel again," Castiel said, looking at Dean seriously. "Now give me back the remote."

"Nope! I say we start with ice cream! Come on, pal, get your butt in gear!" Dean said, grabbing Castiel by the arm and pulling him out of the bed. Castiel stumbled, but caught his footing and followed Dean reluctantly into the room. He was pushed into a seat while dean began rustling through the fridge, finding a pint of mint ice cream. "Perfect."

Dean plopped down in front of the angry looking angel while grabbing two spoons and peeling off the lid of the ice cream. He grinned, holding up his spoon like it was a gallant sword, "Bon appetite."

Castiel stared at Dean as the half-dead looking human male began eating ice cream with relish and ecstasy. Then he looked at Castiel before motioning for him to take a bite. Castiel grimaced and stared at the green frozen substance before taking a small bite. He smacked his lips together, taste bursting on his tongue.

In a matter of five minutes, before Dean could even tell what happened, Castiel had eaten the entire pint of ice cream.

"Told you you'd love it. One thing down, at least a million left to go," Dean said triumphantly, holding up his spoon, Excalibur as he would forever now call it. Castiel just groaned about a brain freeze.

XII

Adam plopped himself into the driver seat of his Jaguar. He refused to let Lucifer or Michael drive his car, no matter if they were stronger than him and could whoop his ass in a second's time.

"Okay, we need a place to go to. Any ideas here?" Adam grunted, pulling out his billfold and checking how much money he had. He needed to get a new weapon; since Michael and Lucifer had kept any sort of item he could use again them out of reach.

"Montana," Michael suggested.

"I say Miami; catch some sun," Lucifer said, grinning. He lay in the back, sprawled out on his back, looking rather comfortable to Adam.

"Miami is too crowded. We need somewhere that no one can find us, not make it easier to locate us," Michael said. Adam stared straight ahead at the door of the hotel. Michael was right; as good and wonderful as Miami sun and waves sounded, they needed a secluded location where it would be easier to hide.

Where can we go? There's got to be someplace that I can hide two of the deadliest beings in the three Worlds! Adam closed his eyes, thinking desperately to try and come up with somewhere he could hide. He needed to hide. But where?

Then it clicked in his mind.

Yeah, that's perfect. Granted, it's probably a little worn for wear, but it'll suffice. And it's secluded; Adam thought and revved the engine, startling Lucifer and Michael.

"Adam?"

"I know where we're going," he said, putting his hands on the wheel and turning the Jaguar around before heading off down the road. "But before we hit the highway, I need to make a quick stop."

"A stop where?" Michael asked suspiciously.

"I need a new weapon," Adam said simply, but Michael growled.

"You don't need a weapon! You have us!"

That's what I'm worried about, Adam thought and glanced at the signs of the stores as they drove along. He was careful not to show too much of his face. He wasn't sure how much of the news of the disappearance of Tiffany had spread; he needed to be careful.

"Michael, grab me a fake ID out of the glove compartment," Adam said, and he heard a muttered curse. "And watch your language."

"You're one to talk, Adam," Lucifer called from the back seat.

"Sue me," he snorted, accepting the small laminated fake ID. Okay, so his name was currently Joseph Cardigan. "Now look, I want you two to stay out here while I go inside," he said as he parked the car on the other side of the street. Across the sidewalk was a gun store.

"No, we're going in with you," Michael said, already unbuckling.

Adam stopped him and gave him a puppy dog face.

"Michael, I can take care of myself; so stop acting like my mother, and sit here. Maybe I'll buy you a smoothie if you're good," Adam said and jumped out of the car while Michael sat speechless. First a puppy dog face and then the bribe of a smoothie.

XII

"Man, you're a sucker for smoothies and puppy faces. Maybe I could learn a few things from this kid," Lucifer chuckled, but Michael swatted him away, watching Adam stride into the gun store.

"What do you think he's going to get in there? Last time I checked guns didn't work on a lot of demons," Michael said, trying to see through the fogged glass of the store. But it was too dark, and difficult to see.

"Who said he was hunting demons only? Maybe he's hunting angels," Lucifer said.

"He'd get killed before he got the chance," Michael said and slumped back into his seat, rubbing his face. He was tired, and shell shocked from the expression Adam had somehow pulled to make him stay inside the car.

"So then what do you think he could be getting? I don't think you can get holy water from a gun store," Lucifer said.

"Change of subjects please?"

"Okay; how have you managed to stay so good looking for millenniums?" Lucifer said, grinning at the glare Michael cast over his shoulder. "Fine, fine; where do you think Sam and Dean are right now?"

"Dean's probably off drunk in a stripper bar trying to figure out how he can stop the end of the world without having to fight Sam, and Sam is probably off either drinking demon blood or getting pissy because his memories of Hell are coming back," Michael said, rubbing the back of his head. It was such a simple question with a predictable and reasonable answer.

"Sounds like a good assumption," Lucifer mumbled, pulling out his porn magazines again. "If there is one thing I'm glad humans made, its magazines."

"Infidel," Michael growled and looked back towards the store before leaning back further into his seat. He started to get comfy to take a nap before he remembered something. "Hey Lu."

"Yeah, Mike?"

"If you ever try to kiss Adam again, I'll rip your entire face off," Michael said and laid back casually to take a cat nap. It was long overdue.

XII

"Well hello young man. What can I do for you today?" the chubby store owner asked as Adam strode into the armory as he would call it. Weapons of almost every kind were inside. You had all sorts of guns, even types that resembled the Colt. But Adam headed in a different direction.

"I'm looking for a bow," Adam said, running his fingertips over the body of the bow.

"Oh? You're an archer, are ya? Not too common now a days. People like big fancy guns," the store owner, Jack according to his nametag, said as he wobbled over to stand beside Adam.

"Well, I'm not too into big or fancy. I just need something reliable and easy to carry," Adam said, picking up a bow. It was light weight and as he brought it back at full draw, he realized it felt perfect. It reminded him of the bow he had left back home.

"Well then you're holding the perfect bow. Charlotte is the best I've got," Jack said, grinning from ear to ear. "Would you like to test her out on the practice range?"

"Sure, but right after I'll need to be heading out," Adam said, taking the bow to the outdoor shooting range. Already there was one person shooting a gun, checking the barrel and aiming. Adam barely cast him a glance and stood at the far end of the range.

"Here you go," Jack said, handing Adam the standard five arrows like in an archery competition. Adam took his stance, straddling the invisible line between his feet. He then took a deep breath and picked up an arrow, knocking it, and drew it back.

Just breathe and focus; breathe and focus; breathe…and…focus…NOW! He thought and released, hitting the bull's eye perfectly. Jack whistled, eventually clapping as Adam shot every arrow into a bull's eye.

"Boy, what are you going to be shooting?"

"Eh, mostly bigger game," Adam said, grinning at his perfectly grouping. He hadn't lost his touch.

"I feel bad for whatever critter gets the other end of that arrow. Now follow me inside and we'll discuss a price," Jack said. "I'm sure I can haggle a good bargain for you."

"I'll just take the entire bow and ten arrows if you would," Adam said, holding out his license. Jack blinked before laughing outright, his belly jiggling from his laughter before punching in some numbers.

"My, you're an odd boy- er- Joseph Cardigan! That'll be-," he started when Adam said, "Nine hundred twenty four dollars and thirty five cents."

Jack blinked and looked at the register, where sure enough it said $924.35.

"By golly! You even beat my old pal Rufus!"

Dear God, does he name everything in this store, Adam thought as he picked up his bow and arrows before striding out the door. He checked the desolate streets before striding towards the car. He saw Michael sleeping in the front seat and Lucifer reading his magazines in the back.

"Michael, pop the trunk!" Adam yelled loud enough for the Archangel to hear. Brown eyes blinked open and darted to widen at the weapon in Adam's hands. The window rolled down and Michael shouted out at him.

"Are you crazy? A bow! Seriously!" Michael yelled but popped the trunk anyway. "Do you even know how to shoot a bow?"

"Champion shooter of my school four years running," Adam said, slamming the trunk closed and hopped into the driver seat, closing the door. "I've known how to since I was six, but I quit after it was time for college to start."

"Aside from Adam having a new toy, where are we going?" Lucifer asked as Adam backed up the car and zoomed straight onto the highway, not even looking back towards the hotel nor the lone figure standing on the sidewalk in white.

"We're going to Louisiana," Adam said simply, hoping that it would end the conversation.

"What's in Louisiana?" Michael asked curiously, laying back into his seat and closing his eyes for a little bit longer of a nap.

Adam was silent for a few moments before he said, "Some of my cousins had a small cabin in the woods. But they all died in a car accident long ago, so no one has gone there since."

"But how do we know that no one else is there right now?" Lucifer asked suspiciously and cautiously. "I still stand on my words about Miami. At least in Miami there are some demons that I know that could hide us, and there are some witches who could too!"

"Exactly who we're trying to stay away from, Lu," Adam said and rubbed the back of his neck, getting into the right lane as they got onto a busy highway. It seemed that the weekends were extremely busy. "I know that no one is there because the only person who was allowed in the cabin was the keeper, and he is long since gone. Plus, my cousins left no will, so anyone could have it."

"So we'll be staying in a dusty, probably half rotted cabin in Louisiana in the middle of nowhere?" Michael asked.

"You got nay better ideas?" Adam asked, looking sideways at Michael. "That is, unless you'd like to go and live in Miami or Disney World? I'm sure Mickey Mouse would just love seeing a real angel who can do real magic. And I'm sure Cinderella would fall out of her glass slippers for Luci back there."

"Louisiana it is," Michael said quickly, shuddering at the thought of people dressed up in costumes.

"Road trip! Can we stop and get some food? I'm starving my wings off back here," Lucifer said, propping his chin on Adam's shoulder. He expected Adam to slap his in the face or tell him to shut up, but instead Adam simply smirked and said, "Fine. Burger King or Arby's?"

Lucifer blinked before grinning wide, "Arby's."

"Mike?"

"It's Michael, and Arby's sounds fine," the Archangel said sleepily and simply curled up, turning on the radio to listen to some Mozart; even though it annoyed the Hell out of Adam and Lucifer, who tragically wanted rock n' roll but wouldn't get it for quite a while.

But Lucifer wasn't so focused on that; it was the fact that Adam seemed to be slowly accepting the two angels' presence. Maybe miracles could still happen after all!

Maybe he'd push his luck sooner than he thought.

Adam kept driving, smirking slightly at the way Lucifer and Michael were both laying down for the Jaguar to pull into the Arby's at the next gas station. He wouldn't admit it, but the two were more comical than Sam and Dean.

Adam's face fell slightly as he realized that slowly, his hatred for Sam and Dean was lessening. But if his hatred for the two angels and his two brothers ceased, then what would keep him going? Anger and fury were all that kept him running away, kept him alive and going like an electrical engine.

"Adam, hurry up! I'm starving!" Lucifer groaned form the back, and Adam chuckled, running his fingers through his hair.

Maybe taking care of these two will become my new ambition in life, Adam thought before Michael groaned and turned up the Mozart louder, even though he was trying to sleep. Adam's eyebrow twitched and he inhaled slowly, counting to twenty. Then again, maybe it'll become my new road into a prison.

"Hurry up!"

Man why does the speed limit have to be only forty miles? I'm gonna die before I even get food in my belly as a last meal.

XII

The lone figure stood on the sidewalk, staring down the road as the Jaguar drove away. A loud ruckus could be heard from inside a store where a fat man was dying of laughter. The figure snorted and walked into the store, eyeing the man laughing whole heartedly on the floor.

But the figure didn't stop to see if the man was alright, only kept walking out onto a platform; a firing range. The figure looked at a target where five arrows were grouped together in the yellow tight circle. It floated over and gently stroked the fletching of the arrow, sensing the human male's essence on the arrow.

"What do you want here?" a rough voice asked, and the figure turned to stare at the tall figure of a man, aiming a gun at a target. The figure watched in curiosity as the man stood still for a moment, time almost standing with him before firing at hitting the dead center. "Is there something you're trying to find, angel?"

A soft hum was the answer from the figure, and the man smirked before looking back towards the figure, a wide grin on his face. Chin length blonde hair cascaded and framed a slim, baby soft face. Two aquamarine eyes were imbedded into creamy flesh. The human didn't look like one who could fire a gun; he looked too much a pretty boy.

"Betrayer be warned, fighting is coming, and when the full moon is nigh, salvation and destruction become one and the same," the figure purred, the voice soft and foreboding. The human male stood there, staring the figure down before clucking his tongue.

"Right; guess that means I best be getting my butt into gear and start tracking, doesn't it?" he chuckled and stowed away his gun and walked back to a wrapped up blade, which he strapped to his back. He whistled and a beautiful, colorful robin landed on his shoulder. "Thanks for the heads up!"

The figure watched as he disappeared before spreading brilliant white wings and strummed a harp's note.

"Full moon is nigh, destruction and salvation hand in hand, ever spinning, ever twisting, not ever separating. Be warned, all ye who sin; salvation is coming in on an unlikely wind; no one can foretell even this gust," the figure said before the body vanished, only notes of a harp left in its place, and a fifty dollar left behind to pay for Jack's ammunition services.

XII

Wild: Well, this chapter, I admit, was long overdue; however! I got it done and now it's on to getting the next chapters of my other stories going!

Aiya: She's fallen so far behind that it isn't even funny!

Dean: Sure it is because now I get to watch the both of you work your asses off *starts laughing hysterically*

Aiya: *growls*

Wild: *bursts into flames and starts strangling Dean* Do you have any fucking idea how hard I have been working! Do you realize how hard it is to try and get back on schedule when you're also trying to write twenty other stories! Do you know how hard it is to try and write stories for fanfiction and also try and write your own books! IT'S HARD!

Aiya: *blinks* Man *blinks* And I thought I had issues. Anyway, please review and give my sis encouragement. She really is having a rough time, especially with as much travelling as she has to do this summer. She only gets about three weeks at home this entire summer, so if she doesn't post a chapter immediately-

Wild: Please don't become too terribly alarmed. Anyway, for now, I bid you goodnight *falls asleep*