Maker, maker

Angel arrangements

"We can discuss this later; we need to get to Gabriel first." The meeting point wasn't too far, a few hours hike through the forest, of five minutes if I ran. We made it just before dawn. There was an old cabin in the woods, by the sound of the water we were either near the ocean, which was unlikely, or a waterfall.

"Be careful in here, he may be an angel but he isn't against playing dirty to get what he wants." Caleb took my hand and knocked on the door. An older looking man answered, looking amongst our group, before pointing a shot gun directly at my heart. "Wooden shells, bitch. What do you want?"

Before I could answer the old man cocked the gun and went to fire. Just in time Caleb placed his hand in front of the gun and closed his eyes. Click. Nothing happened. The old man chuckled. "Okay, so did you stop the mechanics or just take the shells?"

Stef and I exchanged a look of confusion before Caleb opened his eyes and his hand. In his hand he held three wooden shot gun shells. "Both, just to be safe." The old man smiled before closing the door. I turned to Caleb. "You what?!" Angel juice, I still have some." He quickly kissed my cheek before we heard another click.

Gabriel opened the door, looking as he had the last time I had met him, sharp suit, even with the black cane. The interior of the cabin had also been changed back to the gleaming white of heaven. "Good job, son. Come on in." We followed him through the door before it shut behind us.

"So a werewolf, an angel and a vampire walk into heaven and..." He saw the seriousness in our faces. "Oh come on, I'm the finniest archangel there ever was." No response. "Fine then, down to business." He pulled out the drawer and starting sifting through the documents.

"Okay here. One for you, one for you and one for you. They'll keep Jensen and Elijah from finding you." He handed one to each of us. "Can I just be cloaked from Jensen? I think I might be able to talk to Elijah." Caleb grabbed my hand. "She's only joking. Keep her hidden from both." Gabriel rolled his eyes at his son. "Whatever the girl wants."

Caleb glared at his father. "So what's the price for your 'generosity'?" Gabriel held his hand in the air, nearly dropping his cane. "Nothing for me, my boy, but if you see your brother, do me a favor and kill him."

We all stared at him, completely astounded. "You want us to kill your other son? Why?" Gabriel moved back behind the desk to sit in the chair and placed his feet on a small puff. "Because when he does his soul will return to heaven, regardless of what he is, and he has served his punishment."