Let Me Sleep

A New Perspective

Anna

After nearly an hour of hushed arguing, we finally get it through his thick skull that the girl can't be saved. She's dead as a doornail. Her body even went cold hours ago, nearly as soon as she cast the spell.

Iggy, of course, is still heartbroken over the loss of his love. He denies it, but he's in love with her. You can see it in the poorly masked rage, and the handprints he burns into whatever he touches. Hugh and Maria are trying to comprehend that she ain't coming back. It's difficult for them, yadda yadda yadda. Their adopted kid is lying motionless on her own bedroom floor, skin cold and rigor mortis already setting in.

Gabriel and Castiel are kind of in a numb state. Expressionless. Frankly, I can't see why they all liked her so much. She was selfish and stupid. No knowledge in that skull of her's worth grappling at. Humans are so dense. It's ridiculous.

That's not to say that angels can't be stupid, too. I mean, what sort of guardian angel falls in love, and with a human, no less? That is the very definition of stupid. I swear, Iggy is entirely aware of what he'd done and I think that Kendra suffered for it.

"So, you're saying you can't save her?" Hugh asks again, the same crestfallen puppy dog look plastered on his face. I roll my eyes.

"She's dead, guys." I say. "Dead is dead, and it's a way of life." I wrinkle my nose. I could have worded that better, no doubt. But whatever. Gabriel shoots me a look which basically says 'shut up. You're making it worse'. But it's not my fault these two tried to sacrifice themselves for each other in a way that's reminiscent of some sappy love story. I avert my gaze to the cracked plaster on the wall, the place strangely reminding me of some memory that belongs to this vessel. I shake off the feeling.

It's too ... painful. If I'm being honest, I kinda miss having another girl to talk to. I mean, angels don't really have genders, but we do seem to associate well with the gender of whatever vessel we choose. We're just multi dimensional celestial wavelengths. I deflate, letting out a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding. Dad dammit, I miss her.

Hugh and Maria let the subject drop, announce that they're tired, I guess, and ask if we need a place to crash for the night.

"We really shouldn't ...." Iggy says, but I can see that he's exhausted and is already leaning toward the offer, and the beds.

"I insist." Maria grins jovially. "It's been such a long time since we've had company." That line right there is when my slightly blooming trust of these people disappears. That's a line straight out of a horror movie. I grab Cas and Iggy by the sleeves of their flannel shirts and whirl them away from them.

"Something's off." I tell them. "They aren't right." Iggy and Gabriel glare at me.

"They're offering us a place to -" Castiel starts, but I cut him off. Wasn't he listening?

"Exactly!" I'm whispering furiously. "Didn't you hear what they said? That was a line right out of one of those horror movies you guys are so fond of! We can't stay here!" I'm desperately trying to get my point across to these numbskulls.

"Oh, be quiet, Anna." Gabriel says. "It's partially your fault we're here in the first place." I glare at him, a quiet sort of anger bubbling in my stomach. It's the kind of anger where you're not really angry, but you actually are angry. Oh! Frustration. That's it.

"It's not safe." I say firmly. "Iggy, come on. Back me up here." I look to him for confirmation.

Iggy doesn't speak. He's staring into space and rubbing his wrist where the marks from his spell are burned into his flesh.