Unfinished Gems

An Angel and a Trickster - 8

Loki was going spare. He had no idea where Angel was, or if the demons had her. All he knew was that her magic had suddenly vanished, and her aura was being hidden from him. He had briefly felt her power flaring, a healing spell from what he could tell, but shortly after it had vanished before he could get a lock on it.

He had to find her fast...if a demon had gotten a hold of her, it could wreak havoc on her natural magic and corrupt it.

He had to find his angel.

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Angel was napping when Sam started shivering uncontrollably.

"Is there a breeze in here?" he asked.

"Now that you mention it..." said Dean, shivering. Bobby checked that the freezer was closed, and the A/C was turned off.

On the couch, Angel was shivering like crazy. Her dreams took a sour note and she started to wake up.

The hunters started to notice a few things. First, the air was becoming so cold that they could see their breath, and it wasn't that cold outside before. Second, the windows were icing over, and the air held a very ominous feel. And finally they started to hear screaming, only for some reason the sound wasn't coming from their ears.

Angel jolted awake. She saw her breath in the air, heard the screams of her parents and knew what was going on immediately.

"Dementors!" she yelled.

"What?"

"Malevolent spirits that eat souls! They feast on negative emotions and if they lower their hoods you have to run, or they'll literally suck out your soul!"

Seeing a second one descend into the kitchen, Angel panicked. Without her magic, she couldn't drive them off, and in the state Sam was in he couldn't cast the spell either, never mind that it was highly unlikely someone with only a few months of spell casting under their belt could use it properly on the first try. Sparky had gone immediately into the Pokeball the second the first Dementor had appeared.

Angel could feel the cold, clammy hands of the dementor grasping her throat. It was so cold that it almost burned her skin from contact. Seeing that ghastly face, and realizing that the second one was about to kill the other three who had passed out from the general side effects of the beasts, she felt something inside of her snap.

~

Sam only vaguely remembered the strange ghost lowering its hood before blacking out, the vision of Jessica's body on the ceiling the last thing on his mind before everything went dark.

However what greeted his eyes when he woke up wasn't some horrifying specter ready to devour his soul. It wasn't Dean or Bobby either, though judging from the disbelieving looks on their faces they were seeing the same thing.

Angel, the girl that had appeared without wanting and tried to save Sam, was glowing. She had these strange silvery-white wings on her back, almost angelic in appearance. Her eyes were completely white and luminescent. Her hair was glowing as well, a silver light coming off of it. Her clothes were shining from an internal light, only instead of the plain grey hoodie and blue jeans, she was wearing some sort of dress that had multiple ruffles and was silver and blue in color. She almost looked like a human Lugia.

Angel's head turned to look at them, and Sam could almost sense she was terrified.

To the disbelief of his brother and Bobby, Sam shakily got up and went to her. The second he put his hand on hers, the odd feeling she was emanating, and the light show shut off abruptly and she collapsed. He barely managed to keep her from braining herself on Bobby's table. Her clothes went back to what she had been wearing, and to their shock, her hair went from a starry silver color to raven black. Sam pressed his hand on her forehead...Angel was burning up.