Memoirs of the Supernatural - Phase 4 [COMPLETED]

Sigil 12 (The infamous double chapter)

You know what's better than being an adored celebrity?

Having an angel-friend.

As much as I should have stayed away from Sariel I just couldn't bring myself to stop seeing him. He was really a great guy, or gal (gosh, here we go again). He was slick and cocky and he has style in many ways. But probably what I really liked about him is that he always treated me like an adult.

I love the boys to death but truth is they are a tad bit overprotective of me and being treated like this has a similar feel to it as being handled as the annoying little kid in the family.

(🎶Billy Squier - In the Dark)

What started out as a partnership was later changed in ways I didn't like. Basically I was downgraded to a lesser member of the team. I couldn't help Bobby to do many of his biddings and I couldn't go to places with any of them because of how awful my aim was. Long story short: I became a liability because I was unable to defend myself. But I wanted to go. Sam and Dean always had amazing stories to tell, same can be said about Bobby, yet with the exaptation of our homecoming tour I hardly ever got to see that part. Whenever I asked if I could go with them they always dismissed my sincere requests to join the party.

This was after Azazel's death of course when I felt a great deal more secure and in cases when it was justified for me to be there. Like for example last year when Bobby drank some magic tea and he almost died alongside the Winchesters. Shouldn't I be the first person on their list who they contact when there is trouble and tea is involved? Not to be a walking stereotype but for the love of God, I love tea and know much about it. But I digress. In the end I was forced to stay at home to answer the phone while Bela, may her soul rest in peace, had a major role to play in this non-Shakespearian play.

I was the one to run errands, to dig up lore, to take phone calls and don't get me wrong I was perfectly happy with all of this but after what happened in Slaidburn I was ready to move on and do more. Nobody understood me, not even Sam who already had a hard time to look me in the eye. Dean was dead and Bobby gave up on training me on how to do various tasks because I was good at being a self-proclaimed secretary and I already knew how to hold a gun and pull the trigger. Hurray for me.

Sariel's arrival was a blessing, not because he was an archangel but because he wouldn't let me to rest in my pigeonhole. Like for example he taught me a great deal about lucid dreaming which is a form of being awake while still sleeping. It means to be aware of being in a dream. This way you can shape your surroundings and so much more. He believed lucid dreaming to be a great way of resistance in case Mystery Sandman comes back while he's not available.

I grew fond of Sariel and I dare say that he seemed to like me too. I'm not sure when this happened but he started calling me "Babe" what I didn't mind because it made me think of Led Zeppelin songs.

The fact that he treated me as equal was astonishing to me for that I felt like a lesser creature compared to him who was (I'm putting myself on repeat) an archangel. We were like best mates and I enjoyed his company. Sadly as time went on the gaps between meetings became bigger and bigger until it turned into a short-term break. I can only assume that his brothers found him and he had to shake them off. Being in contact with me must have led them to him.

The time we spent together created a bond between the two of us. He little by little let his guard down and told me more about his origins.

On one evening when I decided to skip dinner and headed straight to Bedfordshire I found a snooping figure in my room. I reached for my blade in self-defence, it's only natural, then I took a closer look. I knew him. I was familiar with the glowy eyes and smug grin, the ridiculously charming way how he carried himself. My guardian, Sariel, showed his face after what felt like an eternity.