Fallen

Chapter Six

I drop my bag and sit on the edge of one of the two beds in the room. "Nice to meet you too, Efron," I snap. "I'm turning 18 next week, I'm not some little kid."

He sarcastically raises his eyebrows. "Good for you." He picks up a glass containing amber-colored liquid and brings it to his lips.

     I look at my black watch on my wrist to see that it's only 6:47. The summer sun is still beaming through the window. Little early, isn't it, Efron? I think. I almost say it, but I'm sure he has his reasons.

"So what's the deal, Cas?" I ask, looking up at him. "You say I have power. What kind of power?"

     "You have many abilities," he answers. "Telekinesis, biokinesis, and teleportation to name a few. And because you are half human, you have a soul, which makes you that much more powerful."

     "Wait wait wait, back up," I say. "Telekinesis? I have telekinesis?! Like Carrie?"

     He furrows his eyebrows. "No, there is no angel by the name of Carrie."

     I awkwardly turn to the men at the table. The looks on their faces suggest that they're used to comments like that from Cas. "The book by Steven King?" I try. "Later turned into a movie in 1976?"

     "Save your breath, he won't understand," Efron says.

     I slump my shoulders. Whatever. His loss. "How do I do any of that stuff?"

     "I'll teach you," Cas says. "In time."

     "In time?" Efron repeats. "How long is 'in time'?" I scrunch my eyebrows at him. What's his beef with me? I haven't done anything.

     "I don't know," Cas answers. "There's not exactly a learning center for aspiring angels."

     "Well the faster, the better," he growls. "The sooner she learns to defend herself, the sooner she can get out of our hair, right?"

     "Dude," Long Hair says, sitting back down. "Calm down."

     "Why, Sam? As if we didn't have enough on our plates right now?!"

     There's a long moment of silence before the man apparently named Sam speaks again. "So," he says, clearing his throat. "Didn't get your name."

     I stand and make my way over to the table, my hand extended out. "Celeste Roberts," I say. "Ph.D." I giggle at myself. I catch a glimpse of Efron rolling his eyes, but I chose to ignore it. "But call me Cel."

     Sam smiles and reaches over his laptop to shake my hand. "I'm Sam Winchester, law school dropout. This is my brother Dean."

     After shaking Sam's hand, I pull up a seat at the small round table. "Winchester," I repeat. "Why does that sound familiar?"

     Dean clears his throat. "We're pretty famous in our line of work," he smirks.

     "What?" I say. "No, it's something else. Like I've read your names somewhere." I pause and think for a moment. "Supernatural!" I triumphantly say. "Those Supernatural books!"

     "Oh great," Dean groans, leaning back in his chair.

     "We sell some shirts and stuff at the Hot Topic I work at," I explain. "Man, what are the odds that you two have the same names as the main characters of fantasy books?"

     Sam shifts in his seat and scratches the back of his neck. "Yeah," he awkwardly laughs. "About that."


I rub circles on my temples. "So all that crap is real?"

     "As real as you and me, sweetheart," Dean says with a fake smile. Something tells me he's told this story one too many times.

"Damn," I say. "I mean I started the first book, but I thought it was too cheesy. Never really got into sci-fi stuff, honestly."

Dean chuckles. "Me either."

"What's wrong with sci-fi?" Sam says.

I hold my hands up in surrender. "Nothing. But even you gotta admit that all the alien and vampire and werewolf movies out there are pretty..." I try to think of the right word.

     "Corny," Dean finishes.

     "Yeah," I agree. "I mean look at Dracula!"

     "Dracula is a classic!" Sam argues.

     The boys and I sit there for a good five minutes arguing about how lame most "classics" are. Sam says something to Dean about how sci-fi is basically the genre of their life. Dean makes a few smart remarks. Eventually, it's just the two of them going back and forth while I sit back and watch, taking in both sides of the argument. It's a playful dispute; neither of them are really serious. I turn and look at Castiel who looks completely lost. At this point, so am I.

     "Okay," I say over the boys. They both stop and look at me. "I don't know about you guys, but I am starving." I stand up, but keep both hands on the table and lean down into them. "What do you say we go find the greasiest burger joint there is to find in this town?"

Dean downs the last of his drink and slams the glass onto the table. "I'm in!"

"Ulck," Sam groans.

I clap my hands and point to him. "I will take that as a yes, let's roll!"

I turn around and walk to the motel room door. I open it and wait for the boys to follow me. We all walk out the door and Sam locks it behind us. I follow Dean through the parking lot until we reach a gorgeous tuxedo black '67 Impala.

"This is yours?" I ask in awe. I run my hand along the edge of the sleek hood.

"Beautiful, isn't she?" Dean beams.

"Understatement," I say.

Sam rolls his eyes. As I climb into the backseat, I can swear I hear Dean mumble something that sounds like "she's growing on me." I smile to myself at the comment. After the boys get in the car, Dean turns the key in the ignition, and the engine roars to life.

"That is the single sexiest sound I have ever heard in my life," I say.

"Please don't ever say that again," Cas awkwardly says next to me. The boys laugh from the front seat. Dean pulls the car out of the motel parking lot and onto the main road where we begin to drive around.