Angel's and Demon's

I walk down the street and to downtown. There's drunk people stumbling down the sidewalks and guys sharing joints. I sit down on a bench and put my head in my hands, taking a deep breath.

Why me? I mean, what the hell is so special about my soul?

I walk to the casino. Yea, there's a casino here of course. Every rez has a casino.

"Ashelynn? What are you doing here?" My cousin, Amber, asks.

"Just bored and needed somewhere to go." I say, walking to the elevators. I go up to the bar level and sitting down at the bar.

"Two shots." I say to the bartender.

"ID please." He says. I look up at him, frustrated.

"What?" I spit. Everbody here knows me and never asks for my ID.

"ID. Can I see it please?" He asks, but it's more of an order.

"I. Don't. Have. It. Now give me my drink." I spit, obviously not in the mood.

"I can't give you a drink unless you show me your ID." He says, turning around.

"Technically you can. But you won't because you're a dick." I state.

"True." He nods.

"Go get someone else then." I say.

"Sorry. There's nobody else." He says slyly.

"Oh for fucks sake." I groan. I throw my legs over the counter and walking through the door, ignoring his protests.

"Andy!" I call out. The familiar face pops around the corner.

"Hey Ashelynn." He smiles, giving me a hug.

"I see you got a new one." I say. pointing to the front.

"Yep." He says, getting back to work.

"And you didn't tell him about me? Seriously? I just got interrogated by a bartender!" I exclaim.

"Well, where's your ID? Oh wait-" He says, sarcastically.

"Shut up and get me a drink." I order, going back out. He follows me and pours me some Bacardi.

"She doesn't have her ID." The guy comes back.

"John, this is my friend. When she wants a drink, get her a drink. Okay?" Andy says. John nods and watches as I down another shot.

"What?" I ask, annoyed.

"Nothing." He says, smiling down at the ground.

"Tell me. Why the hell were you staring at me?" I ask, downing my fifth shot.

"You're just different." He says, looking at me.

"Apparently everybody thinks so." I say, spinning the glass in my hand.

"That's because you are." He smiles.

"Are you Bipolar?" I ask randomly.

"What?" He furrows his eyebrows in confusion.

"Are you Bipolar?" I repeat, "because you were yelling at me not only two minutes ago."

"No. I was just doing my job." He smiles.

"You smile a lot. But that's okay. You have nice teeth." I blurt out, making him laugh.

"Hey, hey you. What time do you get off?" I slur. I've had about eleven shots. I think.

"Thirty minutes." He states.

"I can wait. Get me something big. And strong." I say, winking. He laughs, shaking his head. He pulls some bottles out and mixes them together, pouring it in a cup.

"Here ya go. Something big and strong." He chuckles. I take a long swig and shake my head.

"I like this." I slur, pointing to the drink.

"Alright. Let's have some drinks. I'm buying." He takes his apron off and hops over the counter.

"But I thought you said thirty minutes." I say, confused.

"Yea, I said that thirty minutes ago." He laughs, taking a shot.

"Oh." Is all I say as we take shots. Soon enough we're bellowing in laughter over something stupid probably.

"C'mon. Let's get outta here." He whispers into my ear and stands up. I follow him out and we stumble down the street, ending up at a small but nice house.

"You know. I like you. I like your face too." I slur, slumping down on the couch.

"But I like Harry's face too." I whine.

"Well, Harry doesn't need to know about this." He sits next to me.

,"But Harry knows everything." I slur, leaning towards him drunkly. He looks at me, his eyes flicking between my eyes and lips as I do the same. He leans in and I do the same. Our lips connect and he crawls ontop of me. I claw at his buttoned up shirt and he rips it off along with his jeans. He does the same with my clothes without breaking the kiss. Once were stripped, he travels down my body and does his thing.

-

I walk down the dark street, on my way home.

"Hey pretty lady." A voice says behind me. I swivel around and see a guy in his late twenties.

"What?" I ask, still slightly buzzed.

"Why don't you come with me and I'll tell you." He says, walking towards me.

"Why don't you go fuck yourself." I say, trying to walk away. The only thing lighting us up is the glowing moon.

"Come on." He walks over and grabs my wrist.

"Let go of me." I jerk away but he doesn't let go.

"I just want to have a little taste." He whines, smirking.

"Let go!" I scream, hitting him. He just laughs and wraps his arms around me.

"Shh. There, there." He strokes my hair softly.

"Don't touch me." I cry.

"Hey, jackass. She said don't touch her." The familiar husky voice growls.

"Alright shitface. Why don't you get your ow-" He's pulled off me and thrown to the ground. Harry the demon to the rescue!

"Ashelynn." Someone says behind me. Why are there so many people here?

"What?" I whine. This is too much for one night.

"Come with me. I need to show you something." He says. I can't even see his face it's too dark!

"Don't rape me!" I cry.

"No, no. Nonconsentual sex before marriage is a sin. I would never disobey our father. Please come." He holds his hand out. I look back and see Harry ontop of the guy. I look at the man and take ahold of his hand.

"Hold on tight." He says. I feel a strong gust of wind and I open my eyes.

"Where are we?" I ask, still out of it.

"Somewhere safe." He says, letting go of my hand.

"But-How did we get here?" I ask, curiously.

"Well, that's what I'm going to explain." He says, walking into another room. It has all sorts of symbols painted on the walls.

"What are these?" I ask, running my hand over one.

"Pentagrams, devil tridents. Anything and everything." He says, sitting in a chair.

"Wait, what?" I ask, shocked.

"To keep him away. Along with everyone else." He says like it's obvious.

"Where are we?" I ask again, looking around.

"Somewhere safe." He says, yet again.

"Can I go home?" I ask, trying to open the door but it doesn't budge. "No." He states bluntly

"Who are you?" I groan.

"My name is Castiel." He says.

"Why am I here?" I ask.

"Because you need to know the truth."

"And what's that?" I raise my eyebrows. He hesitates but continues.

"Do you believe in angels?" He asks.

"That's a hard one. For one, it's like asking me if I believe in demons. But then again, if there were angels, why would I be in the middle of this?" I point out.

"So what's the point of all this?" I ask, oblivious.

"Ashelynn. I'm an angel of the lord." He says. Way to be subtle.

"But- what?" I stutter.

"So are you." He says.

"You have a way with words sir." I say sarcastically.

"You are." He says.

"But, I'm Ashelynn. Just Ash." I protest.

"Well, Just Ash. Did you ever make anything happen? Anything you couldn't explain when you were angry or scared?" He asks, nodding his head once and raising his eyebrows. I think back to all those times as a child. All those times when I got angry. (A/N. I swear if none of you get this reference, I'm going to go cry myself to sleep in a ditch.)


"Have you ever heard someone, yet they never opened their mouth once? Maybe felt something others don't. If you're mad, sad, or happy even." He suggests.


"Well, I mean, when I yelled at Zayn he got scared. Even Harry got scared when I stared yelling at him." I explain.

"But, why would demons want an angels soul?" I point out.

"You see, your soul doesn't have the full power of an angel. You lost your grace a long time ago. But you still have the experience and soul of an angel. Our father sent you away. Another family birthed you. Nobody knew about it until recently. Then the demons started to gradually find out, and- well, you know what happened then. We were forced to tell you what you truly are. I believe Gadreel came to tell you, but he didn't get to far." He explains.

"So, I'm an angel." I state in disbelief. He stays silent, letting me process it through my mind. How could I be an angel? I mean, out of everyone, me?

Notes

Guys, I am so sorry. I truly am. It's been forever since I updated. I've just been so super busy. With shows, competitions (which I got 1st place in BTW.) And hospital trips because my stupid dumbass lungs don't want to work right. Ergh. Anyway, I finished this chapter in 2 hours of nonstop writing haha. But I hope you like it. I'm going to try to update again as soon as possible. I have to drive up to Atlanta, Georgia for another show this weekend and thats like an 8 hour drive. I might update right before I leave Friday morning. Hopefully. I don't know yet. I'll start writing the next chapter now. The only reason I can update my other book SBLP is 'cause I already have most of he book written. But I'll try to write more. I promise. I hope you all stuck around!