Nephilim

20

Kirstin's P.O.V.- Present Day

"Are you sure this is a good idea? I mean, we're not supposed to leave the camp, Kirstin." Mason worries, glancing behind us as we move away from the group of people.

"Yeah, well, I'm not risking these people's lives for a plan of mine. They're staying here, I'm leaving. Don't worry. I told Sam that I'm leaving and that I plan to meet them at the site. And even if I die, Jack is here." He lets out a weird noise that seems to be a mix between a groan and a laugh.

"Yeah? And what exactly is this plan?" I pause thinking for a moment, Do I want him to know? I mean he'll probably want to come with. Is that really a bad thing? I could use the help, and he knows how to handle himself. I sigh, hating my voice of reason, before pulling a box out of my bag, opening it to reveal slots full of vials. Vials that I'm hoping will hold angel's grace soon.

"I was thinking, What would keep Heaven running without Jack and I creating more angels? I mean don't get me wrong, if it wasn't for the fact that all of those souls would fall to Earth, I would be more than happy to let Heaven power down. Anyway, Naomi said something to Cas that really got me thinking. Magnus pointed it out to me. She said that every angel was like a walking battery. They are literally what keep Heaven's lights on. What, essentially, makes an angel an angel?"

"The halo?" I give him a flat look, "Kidding. The grace?"

"Their grace! So then I started thinking about how we could trick heaven into thinking there are more angels there then there are by creating a literal battery. Put vials of angel grace into a battery-like package. Make the first layer Adamas, to keep the purity of the grace. Put the second layer as melted down angel blades, so we don't corrupt the adamas, and put the last layer as demon-metal. They can't touch it, and none of this will affect the ability for the grace to work. The angels can't get to the grace and-"

"Heaven will stay up and running, without the chance of more angelic attacks to us. Kirstin, that's genius!"

"Good, only problem is, I need an estimated fifty vials of grace to get this to work, or more if possible. The more grace I have, the easier keeping heaven up and running will be. I already have the metals at the Bunker." I hold up my hand as he opens his mouth, a surprised look on his face, "Don't ask."

"I feel like that story involves Crowley." He jokes, grabbing his bag from the ground as I tuck the box back into my bag, along with the multiple other ones I have. Fifty vials is a lot.

"It does, and it's a long one. Now come on, before people realize we're leaving." We get pretty deep into the woods before Mason pauses, turning to look at me.

"We have the time."

"Shut up and walk."

#

Five Days Later...

I let out a cheer of success as I count how many grace vials we have. Ninety vials. I quickly learned that each angel holds about three vials worth of grace, instead of one like I thought. While that may seem to make this job load lighter, but that means we actually need about three times as much grace as before. Sixty more to go.

"Okay so, we have ninety vials, meaning we need to find at least twenty more angels to meet the bare minimum. Do you have any idea how many will be in the next base we hit?" I question, tucking the vials back into my bag, looking at the people around the warehouse we were staying at. Over the course of the last five days, we've traveled about four hundred miles. We've hit seven different angel bases and saved nearly two dozen people from them, sending them to the meeting point Bobby, the rest of the leaders, and I decided upon. Seattle, Washington. We directed the portal to open in Maine, staying until it closed, and began working through the whole United States, realizing a while ago we couldn't save everyone in the world. We didn't have the resources for that, as much as I wish we did. We had just hit Florida when Mason and I left.