Dark Angel (DISCONTINUED) ((BEING REWRITTEN))

Finding What's Lost

The next morning, my features still hadn't disappeared. 

"I can hold an illusion for a few hours, but not too long. I have a feeling I'll need to be prepared for a fight." I cast an illusion over myself, so I looked normal. Sam and Dean went in the Impala, while Gabe, Cas and I went by flight. It felt good to feel the air in my wings.

"Hey, guys, race ya there!" I shouted out.

"Hey! No fair! You got a head start!" Gabe shouted back.

"There's a saying that goes 'ladies first'!" I retorted.

"She has a point." Cas agreed.

"Last one there's a smelly demon!" I called out. Cas and Gabe took off. They were bigger, and fast. But I was faster. In no time, I arrived at 29 Trap Street. Dean and Sam were already there. I landed, Gabe coming in second, and Cas last.

"Looks like I win boys." I said, a bit smug. Gabe crossed his arms and turned his nose in the air.

"Sore loser." I mumbled, ruffling his hair. "Anyway, who's ready for some interrogating?" I asked, feigning enthusiasm. Dean rang the doorbell. An old man answered the door. 

"Can I help you?"

"Mr. Damien Fort?"

"Yes?"

"We're from a paranormal news service. We'd like to ask you a few questions about your family."

"Uh...alright. Come in." We all entered the house. It was pretty clean. He led us to a nice living room.

"Oh, um, tea, anyone?"

"No thank you." Dean and Sam answered. The rest of us shook our heads politely.

"So, what questions do you have?"

"So, your family were killed when you were 18, correct?"

"Well, that's what they told me."

"Who?"

"My family. I went and visited them around about...when I was 28. I saw them, clear as day. But they said they were dead, and had been for ten years. But, I told them I'd been on holiday. They said I'd been taken by a man. I didn't believe them at first. Then, 50 years ago, children started going missing. 5 children every ten years, and each child is 18. 10 years later, they come back, but are replaced with other 18 year olds."

"Sir, I've made contact with your family. Perhaps, if you go back to them, they'll stop taking children." I said, hoping to persuade him.

"And if they don't?"

"We'll have to resort to more...unpleasant measures."

"What kind of 'unpleasant measures'?"

"Leave that to us. We'll take care of all the details. Thank you for your time." We left, and headed back to the motel. Once again, us angels flew. And once again, I got there first, which Gabe was a bit sour about, but once I gave him a bag of candy, he was alright.

"Hey, Gabe, I gotta ask. You can magic up your own candy, so why ask me to?"

"Hmm. Dunno. Never really thought about it."

"Oh boy." I face palmed.

"What?"

"You have an energy consuming trick up your sleeve, don't you."

"Maybe." He gave me a guilty grin.

"You'd better let me in on it." I smirked.

"Right, so, Damien hasn't visited his family for 50 years. And, what, they think taking kids is going to get his attention?" Sam theorized.