Supernatural: Wayward Sons: Monster Squad

Heaven Must Be Missing An Angel

Audrey sat on the roof of the farmhouse, just staring up into the sky. A life in the country was all she wanted, a place away from the loud noises of the city and horrible people that lived there. After graduation, the woman had scrimped and saved until she had been able to afford a small acre of land in the middle of nowhere, living a life of peace and solitude with just her farm animals to keep her company. That's all she needed.

Audrey didn't need a big, strong man to take care of her. That had been the lifelong lesson she carried with her. Her often absent work-obsessed father; the self-absorbed schoolboys who valued her looks over her abilities and intelligence; and the lewd older men around town who had instantly taken notice of her when she'd reached puberty. These were the people she wanted to get away from more than anything.

Although there had been one boy she would have gladly liked to get to know, but he had become a distant memory since his disappearance ten years ago. The boy with the golden blonde hair that had never judged her, who gladly dropped everything to help her build a clubhouse in the backyard, even though it had been meant to be exclusive to girls. The boy with little confidence in himself, but always found time to compliment Audrey on her good grades. That's the one boy she missed out of all the others.

As she stared up into the sky, Audrey suddenly noticed a steak of fire headed toward her small patch of land. It struck the field about a mile away, leaving a trail of smoke rising into the night air.

Audrey wasted no time getting to the scene with her beloved dog Rusty. Holding a flashlight, she cautiously approached the shallow pit the crash had made. As she shined the light down into the pit, she gasped and dropped the flashlight. In the pit lay a boy, his clothing tattered as he lay unconscious, clutching a stone tablet close to his body.

"Todd?"

*

"This way!" the young man with shoulder length brown hair said as he led a group of people through an underground tunnel. "We'll have you folks to safety in no time."

The young man in his early 20's wore a tattered deputy sheriff's uniform that had been torn in several places. He hadn't shaved or slept in days and was pushing himself to the breaking point to get the last survivors out of Lawrence now that it had become a feeding ground for all types of monsters. Maybe he could catch a quick nap after he got the people across the line and to the woods where back-up would take the people to a safer home.

As the last person, a mother with a newborn baby that had been brought into this hell, passed him, Lucas started to collapse, but had been caught by another young man. His hair was nearly as long as Lucas's, with bags under his eyes as well. He had a scar on his cheek and his left arm was no longer attached to his body, with his sleeve tied at the end.

"Got you," Ritchie told him as he held Lucas up. "We're almost there. These are the last ones, baby. We can go with them. We can finally get out of this town."

"No," Lucas told him in a drowsy voice. "You're the last. You need to go with them."

"Are you nuts? I'm not leaving without you," Ritchie said. "We've been planning this for months. We get the last people out and then we find Mike and Asher. We join the bigger fight."

"Can't," Lucas said weakly as Ritchie helped him sit against the wall. "Someone needs to make sure those monsters don't get loose."

"The government built a wall around the city, declared Lawrence a No Man's Land, then Missouri talked me through warding it. Nothing's getting out, Lucas. Trust me," Ritchie said as he gently stroked his lover's cheek. "We can finally be free. We can help end this and get to a normal life. I didn't lose my arm to save you just to end up leaving you behind. I love you."