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Free Supernatural Fanfiction – Chapter Summary:
Analina adjusts to hunter life, contacts family, and proposes an apocalypse plan. She reveals her unique connection to God to Cas, offering new hope.

Rating: PG-13
Contains: Mature Thematic Elements, Supernatural Content, Mild Language
No Explicit Content: There is no graphic violence, sexual content, or drug use

CHAPTER FOUR:  
Loose Ends

WE HAD NO MORE INCIDENTS like those first few days for quite some time. The one angel at the roadside was already trailing Sam and Dean from some interview they did at a local bar in connection to the vampire hunt; it was not because I had appeared with Cas. Instead, she was checking to see if I was still with them on their hunt. Cas said he took care of her—whatever that meant. I didn’t want to dwell on it too much. With that, we were angel-free for the time being. Bobby was fine and sent another pair of hunters to deal with the vampire case that was left unfinished by our hasty departure. That was two hunting jobs that I messed up for them in the very few days we had known each other.

WE DECIDED TO AVOID BOBBY’S for a little while, just in case Zachariah or any of his goons were watching the place. We figured he wouldn’t be stupid enough to think we would come back so soon, but better safe than sorry with that. During the next few days of random traveling, we managed to talk some more. I learned more about them, and I mentioned some things about me. I started to learn their habits and preferences. For instance, Dean preferred bacon cheeseburgers, while Sam liked salads. I came to the conclusion that burgers were to Dean as chicken was to me. Also, pies were to Dean as cheesecake was to me. Well, maybe not quite to the extent that he liked those items, but it came close.

During this time, I also finally acquired a cell phone—not that I was making too many calls, but it would be handy in case of an emergency. I finally called my parents, who were, needless to say, very distraught over what happened. It took a while before we could at least talk normally. They were mad about how I left and didn’t contact them for all this time. They (thankfully) didn’t report a kidnapping but came very close on several occasions. Work was not too pleased with my disappearance. They checked with my parents about where I was because they were my emergency contacts. Basically, it was a complete mess.

To take care of the work situation, I faxed over a resignation letter to Human Resources. Dean and Sam also wrote to them. They stated that I was under strict confidential work with the government and would not be able to return to my prior position for some time, if at all. It was a good thing they had a lot of experience with forging documents and imitating government officials. I was not sure how well that went over or if work researched into much of that, but I didn’t hear anything back—or rather, my parents didn’t, since they could no longer get a hold of me.

My parents knew most of what was going on. They knew about the upcoming apocalypse and how I could possibly help. They weren’t thrilled with the idea of it, but they didn’t have much of a choice. They couldn’t come after me. And if I did go back home now, I was sure demons and angels would eventually descend upon their house. My apartment was fine since it was connected to my parent’s house—part of a duplex. When my parents had a car accident a year ago, they were both rendered disabled and unable to work. Because their old house had so many stairs, they had to move. The new house had a smaller apartment added on by the previous owners. It worked. I moved into the smaller side to help them. Although they were doing much better, they would have to get someone else to stop by and assist them with some of the household chores. Conveniently, we had family members just five minutes down the road, so I didn’t feel completely guilty about this part of the situation.

The rest of my family and friends got a similar story as my work did. They were told that I was involved in some very hush-hush government job that happened on the spur of the moment. It was described as the kind of job that if they knew what I was doing, I would have to kill them. That wasn’t too far from the truth—only I wouldn’t be the one potentially killing them.

Basically, no one was terribly happy that I had disappeared, but I tried to periodically answer my emails and keep things nondescript when it came to my “job.” I didn’t mention where I was until later after we left the place. I had also given my father access to my bank account so that any remaining bills that came in could be paid. Because they had to take care of my cat, I wanted to give them something for their trouble. I had a book blog where I charged for doing promotions. I cut way back on those because I didn’t have the time or access. However, I managed to put some money into the account periodically; that money went towards the cat’s maintenance fund.

Sam and Dean basically took over my daily expenses. They had the money—well, once they hustled it or used the fraudulent credit cards. Regardless, one more person—especially someone that wasn’t high maintenance—did not make that much of a difference in their spending. They also stated that they felt responsible for me, considering how they had thrown me into all this. (Honestly, I didn’t see how it had been their fault since the prophecy dictated that I was to be a part of it.)

The apocalypse still loomed in the near future. I got more detailed information on how things led up to it. This prompted Sam to tell his story about demon blood, which also started back when he was a baby—the night his mom died. He had eventually learned that he had visions. This was when Yellow Eyes was gathering an army and trying to open the gates of Hell. Each affected child developed a special gift.

“So do you still have visions now?” I asked.

“No, not since Yellow Eyes died,” Sam answered. He paused for a moment. “Were you born in ’83?”

I almost answered but stopped myself and said with a smile, “Is this some weird method to ask me how old I am?”

Dean snickered at that. “Sammy, haven’t you learned not to ask a woman her age? I mean, as long as she’s legal…”

“I just meant,” he said, staring angrily at Dean for a second, “that her abilities could be similar to what happened to me.”

“Caused by a demon?” Dean clarified.

“Yeah.”

They both turned towards me.

“I don’t think that’s what happened to me.”

“But you did say that a demon came around when you were little, right?” Sam asked.

“Well, yeah, but it wasn’t interested in me. In fact, I believe it wanted me dead more than anything else.”

“Dead?”

“Yeah, like trying to get my parents to push me down the stairs in my walker or putting me in the roasting oven.”

“Yeah, that might not be the same thing,” Dean conceded after giving me a second look. “Maybe it knew that you would be able to stop them later?”

“Maybe…I don’t know. The demon’s name was Chaos if you ever come across it.”

“Chaos?” They both smiled at that.

“Beats the name Azazel any day,” Dean said. “That’s ol’ Yellow Eyes.”

We talked about demons some more and the apocalypse.

“So do you have any sort of plan?” I asked.

They both sort of sighed and shrugged.

“Our current plan is to kill Lucifer,” Dean replied.

Kill the devil? They had to be nuts.

“Seriously?” I asked.

“Yeah, well, we don’t have much to go on,” Dean explained.

“So you are trying to find a way to kill the devil?”

They nodded.

“You know that has a success rate of like zero, right?” I asked.

“We could just say yes and let the apocalypse happen,” Sam offered. Apparently, they had this conversation before and didn’t get anywhere.

Dean asked, “What else can we do?”

I thought about it. “Well, how about just sending Lucifer back to hell? If there was a way to get him out, maybe there’s a way to get him back in there. I mean, it’s been done once before, and that would avoid the apocalypse and both of you saying yes.”

They actually thought about this. I had no idea how in the world we would do something like that.

“That could work, but the question is: how do we do that?” Dean said.

Well, that was something we couldn’t answer, but it gave us new hope and another direction to investigate for the time being. In a way, at that point they began to think that perhaps I could help them with this. I wasn’t a complete newbie in this supernatural world, and that counted for something. I had my doubts about my ability to help them, but I wanted to try. Talk about making a difference in the world!

CAS CAME BY WHEN HE COULD. He was taking care of things on the angel front. With the angels split in Heaven about whether or not God was still up there and the apocalypse, things were in chaos. Most figured that the apocalypse would at least give peace and an end to it all. Only a handful of angels were not pro-apocalypse—at least to my understanding.

I didn’t quite understand how God was missing. Cas said that no one had seen Him. Technically, only a handful of angels had actually seen Him. Personally, I did not think this was possible. Regardless, he said that God would be able to stop Lucifer, which I believed to be true, assuming that was what God wanted.

“Cas, I don’t think God just disappeared,” I said one day when the boys were out and Cas was babysitting me.

“Have you seen Him?” he asked with full sincerity.

“Well, no, I haven’t actually seen him. Technically, I haven’t even ‘seen’ an angel until you.”

He looked disappointed.

“But I have felt them and Him,” I added.

He looked up. “When?”

Explaining my relationship with God and my Guardian Angel was not something I was comfortable or eager to do. I didn’t even speak about it to my parents or best friend. It seemed very personal to me, nothing I wanted to share. However, seeing how things weren’t going well with their plans so far, I supposed that I didn’t have much of a choice. I first explained about my relationship with James.

This puzzled Cas because he said James was well hidden from him, and he assumed other angels. He drilled me for a while to make sure that this being really was an angel. He also wondered if that was my source for repelling demons and possibly him; that my guardian angel was just overprotective. It was an interesting concept to look into but one that couldn’t really be tested. James didn’t appear when I called to him. For some reason, he remained hidden.

I mentioned that I usually spoke to my guardian angel rather than directly to God. I had only once felt God, which would be my closest experience to “seeing” God. It happened a while ago when I was still in high school. It was a unique experience. I couldn’t exactly remember what was going on, but I was really sad and upset that night. All of a sudden, it felt like something hugging me, and instantly I was calm and peaceful—very relaxed. It lasted a few minutes, and somehow I just knew that God hugged me. It hadn’t happened again, and it felt different than when James was around.

“So you think He’s still around?” Cas asked me.

“Yeah, I don’t see why not,” I answered.

“Then how is he letting all of this happen? Does He really want the apocalypse to happen? All those people to die?”

I said, “Who said that the apocalypse will happen? Maybe it will be stopped, and maybe He means us to do it.”

It wasn’t the best answer, but it gave Cas some hope. Regardless, he was still set on finding God. I wasn’t sure how that would go over, but I was glad he didn’t want to give up.

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