Fallen {Angel of War Trilogy: Book 1}

Chapter 1

The world felt as if it had swallowed her whole.

She had been on the run for nearly two years, always staying five steps ahead of them. Plans were for men with rules; there are no rules in war.

Part of her kicked herself for pulling such a brash move as this one. At the time, the airport seemed like the most logical place to escape to - no one could bring weapons past security and there were too many exits for two men to cover.

She hadn't counted on the third.

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"I told you Sammy, no way in hell are you getting me on a plane again."

The shorter, but obviously older of the two, bickered in the security line, inching closer to the metal detectors.

"We're not getting on a plane Dean, we just need to find that creature before he boards another plane and he can't since I have his ticket." The man replied, waving his ticket in front of Dean's face.

Dean grunted, slipping off his worn jacket and carefully folding it over. It was obvious that the jacket held value. Granted at a garage sale, it would go for no more than four or five bucks; it's worth was priceless. On the sleeve was a stain from one of the few cookouts the pair had shared, the creases in the collar where it had been turned down in the scalding weather and turned up with rain fell. The elbows were worn out from leaning over a table enjoying a good burger. The smell of smoke hung in the material and salt seemed to fall from the pockets; it was a warrior's jacket.

"Why couldn't Cas just "pop" us past this line?" Dean grumbled, "I mean if grandma up there would stop counting her cat photos, I might make it up there before I have grandkids!" Dean half yelled, granting several irritated glances his way.

"Because he has more important matters to deal with Dean, like finding a cure for the Mark." Sam partially lied, knowing that the angel was actually with God's scribe, Metatron.

"Whatever man, he just needs to get his angel juice back so he can go back to actually helping us. I'm tired of him taking 500 years to get to us."

The taller one gave him a look, his brown hair moving as he cocked his head like a dog might when he heard his master yelling.

"Sorry," Dean mumbled, "I just feel like we're taking one step forward and three hundred steps back with this Mark of Cain crap."

"And we will Dean, but right now we need to find this wraith before anyone else gets killed." Sam hissed under his breath - having the entire airport know there was a killer nearby would send the entire place on high alert.

"Next!" The security guard shouted.

Dean stepped forward, still five people away from the metal detector.

"Do you think this will even work? I mean a spoon, really?" Shook his head and took another step forward towards the screening area. Three people away.