Angels

Chapter 10- Grandma Owen

"Sam!" a low voice shouted, nearly scaring him to death. "You have your things packed yet? We leave in under an hour."

"But Grandma Owen's house is so far," Sam replied.

"Make sure Marcus gets packed too, he might as well be an Owen himself, there's no way we can leave him behind," his dad explained.

"Alright, I'll make sure we're packed and ready, I love visiting Grandma's," Sam replied, walking back into their room.

"Marc come on let's pack up!" Sam shouted enthusiastically.

"For what?" he asked.

"We're headed up to Grandma Owen's for thanksgiving! That's what! Now get yourself packed up we're heading out in an hour!" Sam shouted, opening his closet and pulling out his travel bag.

"And I wasn't told we're leaving until an hour in advance?" Marc asked.

"You don't really get a choice now, do you? You're basically an Owen now, time to meet half of the rest of us!" Sam explained.

"So your dad's side?" Marc asked.

"The hunter side," Sam replied. "You'll like Grandma Owen."

"Now you tell me, this'll be neat, then," Marc said.

"You bet," Sam replied.

The trip to Grandma Owen's house was long and full of songs like "Eye of the Tiger" and "Highway to Hell", the music Sam and his Dad liked. The two singing loudly while Marcus simply tapped out the beat and laughed at them quietly.

Grandma Owen's house sat tall and proud in cottage country. It overlooked a lake and had a massive kitchen that was always full of delicious smells and foods.

It was hard to think her and Nick were the only two who lived there.

Sam didn't even wait for the car to come to a full stop, the second they got to the top he was out of the car as the door opened and out ran Nick.

Sam was nearly tackled to the ground by him, the dog jumping up at him in an excited greeting.

"Hey Nick!" Sam shouted kneeling down to his height.

Nick was quick to run over to Marc, warmly welcoming the newcomer.

"Hey Grandma Owen!" Sam shouted up as she walked down the stairs.

"Hello Sam! Nice to see you all again," she called over. Sam walked over and gave her a hug.

"Hi mom, nice to see you, we meant to come up more often this summer but Sam's friend Hayley had him hunting often," Sam's dad said, giving her a hug.

"Hey Lindsey," Sam's mom said, giving her a hug as well.

"Grandma Owen, this is my friend Marc, he's a hunter too. Angel stuff happened so now he's part of the family," Sam introduced.

"Hello Marc, you can call me Lindsey, it's nice to see more hunters around," she greeted, holding out a hand.

"Nice to meet you, how do you know so much about Angels?" Marcus asked, shaking her hand.

"My closest friend's, daughter's husband is an Angel. I've spoken with him many times and he told me a few things about Angels. Other things I've learned on my own," she replied.

"Neat," Marc said. Sam went back to the car and grabbed his bag, Marc followed him inside and down the stairs, dropping his bag on the couch.

"You can basically say anything to Grandma Owen, she's really hard to offend. Don't take anything she says too seriously, she doesn't mean any harm. Also-" Sam started. Looking over at Marc.

"Dude, are you preparing me to be around your grandma for a few days? I'll be fine," Marc explained, cutting him off.

"Dude, I'm preparing you for Grandma Owen. Have you ever shot a gun?" Sam asked. Marc's eyes went wide. "I have."

"And end scene, nice shot guys," Marc said, clapping his hands. "Seriously, Sam. Could you be talking any more dramatically? It's like we're on some television show. We don't use guns, because for no freaking reason at all, Angels can't be killed by them!"

"You don't know why?" a voice asked, attracting attention. Sam's grandma stood at the foot of the staircase, leaning on the railing.

"If you have a logical explanation," Marc replied.

"You know the size of bullets, don't you? Small. So unless you can find a gun that shoots knives, you don't have a chance," she explained.

"Yeah but don't they have the same anatomy as humans? If bullet wounds kill us, why not an Angel?" Marc asked.

"Because as soon as guns were developed, they wanted to protect themselves, so small things just can't kill them. They've evolved at will," she continued. "You ever hear of a human surviving any supposedly fatal gunshot? I'm willing to bet a large handful end up Angels."

"But how do they simply evolve that way? How could it make sense?" Marc asked.

"Their bodies operate like computers, of they receive impact from something small enough, their brain tells them there's no physical way it could kill them, so it simply doesn't. They can come close, but even if they don't recover it surely won't be the cause of death," she explained.

"That's pretty cool," Marc replied.

"And Sam's never shot a real gun. He'd piss himself holding it. Now come up and get some food," she said, smirking before walking back upstairs.

"Now that, was a scene-ender," Marc commented.

"Shut up," Sam replied. "You've only shot nerf guns before."

"True, but Damien got hurt by it, so I consider that a win," Marc concluded, walking back to the stairs. "What kind of food? Do you know?"

"Edible," Sam replied.