supernatural || muke ||

call of the angel

|| chapter one || call of the angel || Dedication to AcklesWantSnackles ||

"What the actual fuck is that?"

~ Nine Days Earlier ~

Casual days always ended the same. Not being casual. Things in my life kinda of get annoying after a while, always the same routine over and over. Find something, almost get murdered by whatever the fuck Ash and I are hunting, then kill the thing. I'm not saying my life was easy, but the thrill I used to have when I first started my exotic career choice had all too soon disappeared. But that rush of excitment soon reappeared when Michael Gordon Clifford 'an angel from Heaven' with fucking lilac hair showed up at my doorstep last month like a lost puppy, claiming he was sent to protect me. Now that was a obvious lie, at least, that is what his statement seemed to mean to me at the time. But what I believed and what was actually happening were two completely different things. I was a complete non-believer until I met that stupid angel, and I was happy the way my life used to be. Without him here.

"Luke?" Oh fuck my life.

I flipped over to face the lilac haired boy. "Were you watching me sleep again?"

"Yes," he stared blankly at me. "You see, angels are-"

"Incapable of sleep, yes I know Mike. You've told me seventeen times now." All I got was the same blank expression. Sighing, I laid on my back and shoved a pillow over my head. "Can't he be normal!" I screamed into the sack of feathers, at no one in peticular. This angel was really beginning to piss me off.

"ALL THE SMALL THINGS-"

I sighed, Ashton saved me with a phone call. He giggled over the line and started talking about a possible job he had stumbled upon in the midst of his searching. My curly head friend rambled on and on about finally going to Illinois for the first time. He had found (at least from what I didn't block out) signs of strange happenings in some city I had never heard of. Supposedly the thing was a big deal. I listened, replying only when I felt I needed to, interrupting a few times. Michael came and sat criss-cross on my feet, playing with the end of his fringe. Carrying on with the conversation, I wiggled my warm toes out from under his bum and stood up to stretch. I flexed my arms and turned around to tell the angel about the job, only to see him drooling over my body. I'm not lying, he was physically drooling with a blank expression. Smirking, I pulled up my boxers a little more to cover the bottom of my shirtless torso. I turned back around and grabbed my usual outfit of a beanie, flannel, random black t-shirt, ripped black skinny jeans, and black-on-black Vans off of the dresser. I looked at the innocent little teenage angel in his usual get-up of a tan trench coat, white band tank top, black skinny jeans, and black combat boots. He was tugging at the section of hair that covered a little more than half of his face when postitioned in a fringe. He was like an innocent little kitten who had just been introduced into the outside world. His behaviour was actually really adorable.

No. Luke, stop. He is just a clueless little boy that you have to look out for.

I shook my head and went to the bathroom to get dressed. I splashed water on my face, resting my hands on the edge of the vanity. Gripping the cold, white, cermic sink, I closed my eyes and slowed my breathing, contemplating about bringing the little ball of lilac fluff along. The experience would be good for him if he was going to keep following me around, but if he gets hurt, all forces of the universe were against me, and that just would not make my life any better than it is now. I looked up at my reflection, my own fringe covering one eye. I would bring him along, not because I wanted to, but because he was going to keep insisting until I let him tag along, all because 'he has to protect me.' The kitten saving me was like a one-in-a-gazillion chance.