Angelfall

4. Family Bonding

Maya POV

‘Maya! Get in here, would you?’ I heard Uncle Bobby’s voice fill the house. For the last half an hour, I’d been cleaning up the kitchen, keeping myself busy whilst Uncle Bobby talked with the Winchesters and Feather-Ass.

‘What’s up?’ I tried to sound as nonchalant as possible as I poked my head around the wall into the hall.

‘Could you get rid of that angel’s trap on the ceiling? It’s not as if we can cover it up,’ he said. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

‘But it’s in ultraviolet! You can’t even see it with the lights on!’ I protested.

‘No buts. Real FBI seem to love coming over after dark, and so does Sheriff Mills, thinking about it. We never have the main lights on at night!’ he argued back. I guess he had a point.

‘But Jody’s fine! She’d never snitch on us, she doesn’t really give a rat’s ass about what we do!’

Uncle Bobby just gave me that look where he narrows his eyes and looks at you just under the rim of his baseball cap. I held my hands up.

‘Fine… I’ll go get the stepladder from the basement,’ I huffed, grabbing the keys to unlock the door.

‘Need a hand, sweetheart?’ Dean called out. I could hear the smirk in his voice.

‘No thanks, pretty boy, I’ve got more muscle than you ever did,’ I called back, and heard a snort of someone trying to hold in laughter. Cas didn’t look capable of emotion, and Uncle Bobby would just laugh if he needed to, so Sam seemed the likely culprit.

The dim light of the basement meant I tripped over a couple of boxes of ammunition before finding a flashlight and grabbing the stepladder out of the corner. After I hauled it up the stairs and stood it in the centre of the living room, in front of the desk, I rummaged around in the kitchen drawers until I found a paint scraper.

It took little under an hour to get the trap off the already chipped paint, considering it hadn’t been up there for long. There was just one last little bit that I couldn’t quite reach, and to be honest, I was too lazy to get off the ladder and move it a couple of inches, so I just stretched.

That is, until I heard someone clear their throat behind me. As I craned my neck around to get a better look, the already unstable legs of the ladder gave way. In the split second it happened, I braced myself to hit the floor, before a strong set of arms, covered in plaid, caught me and everything went black.

Sam POV

I wandered into the living room to see Maya on top of a rickety stepladder trying to scrape the angel trap off the ceiling. I’ve gotta admit, I was impressed she had the initiative to not only find something like that, but think about putting it in place, even if she didn’t believe angels existed. Wonder how she’ll react when Bobby tells her she’s one of them.

I cleared my throat to get her attention, as Maya had missed a bit of paint behind her, but as she turned to see who it was, she twisted a little too far and the ladder slipped across the floor. With hunter reflexes, I rushed forwards, just managing to catch her, but not before her head hit the ground.

As I called out for Bobby, Dean and Cas, I felt around the back of her head and my hand came back bloody.

‘Cas you need to heal her!’ I told him, trying not to look at Bobby’s horrified face. He’d never looked like that before; not when I broke my arm, or Dean cracked his own head open when he was fifteen. He must really care for Maya – she’s his only real family left.