Chapter 11
Amoreta De La Cruz-Winchester (Striker) POV
A week later we got all of our stuff. They called us up one by one to collect our jobs.
“Sam Andrel” Samandriel walked up to the desk and got his parts. Guessing from his parts, he was making a toy cart, along with the rest of the guys in the class.
“Amoreta Striker.” I stood up and walked to the front of the room. “Now your stuff is outside, there is a ’67 Chevrolet Impala, blue, an Austin Heeley 100, an engine for the Austin and a bunch of pieces of metal. There is also a note on the impala for you from Mr Singer.”
“Thanks Sir.” I walked outside with Crowley and Samandriel on my heels. There, in the space behind the workshop was a beautiful blue ’66 impala and a green Austin Healey 3000. I could hear the rest of the class make their way outside. I walked over and ran my hand over the edges.
“Sir, whose cars are those?” Some random guy asked.
“Those are Amoretas. She will be fixing them up i guess.” I turned around to see all the boys in the class... which i guess was the whole class standing around my cars. I walked over to the Impala’s boot and opened it. There, underneath the base, was twice the amount of weapons that Dean’s Impala and Dad’s car had. I shut the boot and locked it and checked the Healey’s boot. There was enough weapons to share between me and harry and Clara.
“Hey, I’m Jake Forman.” The guy who asked who was fixing the car said to me.
“Amoreta.” I said, my eyes trained on the interior of the Impala. “Im gonna need new leather, a drill, new stereo board, new seats, and a polisher for the impala.” I walked over to the Healey and inspected it. “And for the Healey: New Interior, new seats and paint for both of them, Royal blue for the impala and Black for the Healey.”
All the boys stared at me as i locked the boot. “What?” i asked. “i dont want you hiding stuff in there.”
“So, I was wondering, would you want to hang out sometime?” Jake asked me. Crowley puffed out his chest and straightened his posture.
:Down, boy down: i said sarcastically to him.
:You are meant for one person only. I’m not going to let anyone else get you:
“I can in the near future, but maybe sometime after that?” i asked Jake. Crowley started growling. “Shush you. your not a Pufferfish or a dog.” Crowley shot me a glare.
“Yeah, how about next Saturday?” Jake said as a blush creeped onto his face.
“Sure.” I said.
“Sweet, i’ll pick you up at 6:30 from yours?” He asked.
“Yeah, here, you gotta pen?” He pulled out a pen and i wrote my address and number on his hand.
“Sweet.” He said, blush getting deeper and deeper. I giggled at how stupid he looked as he walked over to his friends, almost stumbling over his own feet as his friends cat called. Samandriel walked over to me, glare fixed on his face.
“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ALL ABOUT?!” He screeched at me. i stood straighter and glared at him. “YOU ARE MEANT FOR CASTIEL! NOT SOME STUPID ABOMINATION!”
“What do you mean abomination?” i asked calmly, my hands heating up.
“HE-“ Samandriel grabbed my hand and dragged me away from everyone else. “He is a WEREWOLF! You know those things that carved those markings into your stomach?”
I could feel my hands catching on fire.
“Umm, Sweetheart, why dont you calm down a bit. Angel, stand down, you don’t know what could happen” Crowley said to us. He placed his hands on my shoulders and looked into my eyes. “Let it go. You’re on fire Sweetheart.”
I could feel my life force draining out of me. i looked at Samandriel’s pale face as he cautiously glanced at my hands and legs. I started to lose consciousness as i looked at Crowley once more.
“Just sleep Darling, I’ll take you home and we’ll talk about this later.” I nodded sleepily and collapsed into Crowley’s arms.
Hey guys!! Okay so The impala is in the external link and the Healey is in the picture. the video in the side is one that i found and thought was funny
thanks!
