Beyond This Illusion {1} [Supernatural]

The River

Part II

Lift Your Head Weary Sinner

The River's Just Ahead

-Crowder

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Morgan started speaking without turning to look at her sister. "You ever read Revelations, lil' sis?" A tear rolled down her cheek.

"Yeah, why?"

"If they're so close ta breakin' the Seals, why don't I hear Gabriel tootin' his horn?"

"Morgan, what are you on about?"

Morgan spun around to stare at her sister. "It's the friggin' apocalypse! Least he could do is actually play his part."

"Oh, come off it. Yer just upset 'cause Uncle Gabe hasn't made contact in a week."

"But what if something bad happened to 'im?"

"But what if it slipped the scatterbrain's mind? Trust me, Morgan, the apocalypse ain't comin' anytime soon. Now, c'mon. We got us a Winchester to catch."

Morgan closed her eyes and sighed as Lauren gave her a firm hug. They felt something tug at the pit of their stomachs, and suddenly, the Bates Motel wasn't the Bates Motel anymore.

It was the little cabin they use to stay in when they visited their mom's parents in the summer. It was Aspen, but it wasn't Aspen. The air was too clean, the light too pure. This wasn't Colorado.

"Todo, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore," Morgan whispered was she reached for her leg holster. After all this time, running, hiding, scraping by to survive, they were yanked into Heaven (for where else could it be?) for slaughter.

Two men walked into the cabin. Zach was flanked by someone else, an angel different than any other. Morgan pulled her sister, who was still dazed from the onslaught of Heaven, behind her.

"Raphael, I assume," she sneered. The monster growled happily in the back of her mind. Let me out. Let me play.

His lip curled up. "Abominations."

"Oh c'mon, that any way to talk to yer niece?"

"You are not my family." Zach looked at them smugly, as if he was any better.

"Why not?" It was a simple enough question, but loaded with all the hurt and loneliness she had locked away so long ago. Now, she wasn't a Templar Legacy. She wasn't a Michaelson. She wasn't a bad ass mofo that ran with the devil (Winchesters).

She was just a vulnerable child.

The rain beat down heavily while the fire consumed their house. And not a year after losing Mom, Morgan found herself an orphan without anymore to turn to. Why?

She was cursed, there couldn't be another reasonable answer.

There was a chuckle from behind her and she turned to look. Uncle Joe with eyes darker than death stood before her. Oh, looks like the baby is all alone. Don't worry, Uncle Joe is gonna take good care of you.

Morgan sniffled. Uncle Joe?

He snarled and lunged at her. Only to be stopped by a kid her age with curly hair and eyes that literally glowed. He slammed his hand onto his head. Uncle Joe burned.

Uncle Joe?!

Do not be afraid, I am an angel of the Lord. You are safe now, Morgan Linden.

"Why not?" he seethed, "You are the only things stopping my brother from bringing paradise!"

"Hate ta break it to ya, but this ain't the apocalypse! Just 'cause Lucifer is gonna walk free don't mean it's the End a' Times. Read Revelations. Jesus hasn't come back yet, 'n' I haven't heard a no Beast. 'N' second a' all, why do ya want the end so bad?"