There Was One More Thing...

The Angels

"What does sulfur have to do with anything?" I ask, confused.

"I thought you were a hunter, girl," Jared said to me.

"All I know is that I think a demon killed my family. But I have no idea why!" I say getting kind of defensive. John and Jared give me a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to come out like that. I have no clue what is going on and I have no Idea who you are and why I am trusting you and-"

"Look, it's okay. Your upset, we know. Now that we know it was a demon though, we need to go back to the room," John says.

"I agree. Let's go," I say, calming down.

We return to the hotel and the brothers get changed out of their sleek suits into some plaid flannels, big leather jackets, and jeans. Are they hunters? I ask myself again.

I break the silence. "Who are you two?" I demand. "You are all I have left and I think I deserve to know who you really are."

"Ok," the younger one starts. "I am John Kavanaugh. I am a hunter." I stop him with my giggling.

"We aren't having an intervention," I say still laughing.

"Ummmmmmm..." We all start laughing. This is the most I've laughed since what happened in Australia.

For the next 10 minutes, we just keep laughing. We can't stop! I settle down for a second, but I can't hold it in! I laugh even more! "Wow guys." I say happily. We all burst out into laughter again.

"But seriously. We're hunters if you haven't gathered that already." Jared says after we had calmed down a lot more.

"What was the whole FBI thing back there? Are you guys really in the FBI?" I ask.

Jared laughs at my question and says "No, it's just a cover so we can get information."

"Oh," I sigh. "Well-" I interrupt myself again laughing.

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After another 5 minutes of continuous laughter, there are knocks on the door. Jared goes and looks through the peephole and sees a big girl. Her eyes flush red. He slides the chain lock closed and locks the doorknob. He presses his back against the door as hard as he can.

"I know your in there, Skylar!" She yells.

"Salt the doors and windows! All entrances!" Jared demands.

John and I obey his orders like angels to a god. We salt all of the entrances. "What is this going to do?" I ask, confused. I'm still trying to learn all of this 'hunter' stuff.

"It completely prevent the demon from coming in," John says. He grabs a gun out of his bag.

"Owwww!!!" I yell. I fall onto the bed and grab my head and curl up into a ball.

John comes and sits beside me. "Are you alright?" He asks.

"No," I say barely before passing out.

I am back at the warehouse where I met 'Michael.' He is standing right behind me.

"Well, look who it is." He says with an amount of sarcasm in his raspy voice that I can't handle.

"Right back a'cha. What is this place?" I ask.

"Just an old warehouse, just outside of Orlando, Florida," he says.

"How did I get here?" I inquire. This is too much for me to handle right now.

"Hey, don't you remember the headache, just like the one in the cafe?" He is such a
smart-alec. 

"Of course I remember it," I say.

"These, honey, are what you humans would call visions," he glances around the room we are standing and another man, oddly enough, is sitting in a yellow and purple polka-dot chair. Weird, I think.

"Brother, how good to see you again," he says.

How can these two be brothers? Michael speaks with an Irish accent and has red hair and green eyes, and the other has dark skin, hair, and eyes. I am so confused.

"I'm confused," I stammer. They look at me and they both give me the same confused look.

"You don't remember-" the dark skinned man says.

"Remember what?" I reply.

"Never mind that. You are going to wake up and meet us here. Remember, Orlando."

I wake up in the hotel room, still laying on the bed. I shudder at the thought I might be communicating with angels. I remember everything immediately this time. John is hovering over me.

"Hey, are you alright? Have these kind of things ever happen before?" He asks. Not before yesterday.  These last two days have been the longest two days of my life. I question telling them what is going on. Eh, better not, I think.

"No," I say after a few seconds. "Not before yesterday."

"Was the first one at the cafe when you got breakfast with us?" He says.

"Yeah," I say.