I lay in my cheap motel room, sprawled on the bed, gazing at the pain-chipped roof.

Who was that? The guy in the trench coat? FBI? A random stalker?

I shudder at the thought, closing my eyes briefly. It must of been nothing, I remind myself. Nothing at all.

That night, I sleep restlessly, my mind constantly awake. When I do a job, and someone dies because I couldn't save them...well, it keeps me up.

Sometime through the night, I hear a noise.

I sit up, eyes scanning the small room. I immediately grab my gun, turning safety off and standing. I scan the room, keeping my breaths soft and even. I grip the gun, hearing something in the bathroom. I grit my teeth, swapping my gun for a knife. If there's an intruder, the last thing I need is a gun shot attracting police attention.

I put my back against the door to the bathroom, gripping the weapon. I count to three in my head before bursting through the door, weapon up and ready to use.

A ratty shower, sink and toilet. But no intruder.

I sigh, letting my raised arm drop to my side.

I'm paranoid, I think to myself.

Something then suddenly taps my shoulder, making fear stab through my chest. I spin, thrusting the knife up into the persons gut before pushing them back.

He stumbles slightly, but not far. He stands there, looking at me like I just hurt his feelings.

I gape at who it is.

It's that guy from the bar; the one with the trench coat.

He pulls out the knife, dropping it to the floor as if it were a mere speck of dirt. I gasp, backing up slightly.

What is he? A shifter? A vampire? Demon?

"Hello" he says. "My name is Castiel. I am an angel."

I reach for my gun, raising it in front of me, aimed at the man. But then by an invisible force, it is pulled from my hands and into his. He inspects the gun before throwing it onto the bed.

"Evangeline Mortem" he says. "There is no need to be violent. I am an angel."

"You've said that already" I spit. "But there's no such thing as angels."

"There has to be" he says. "Because I am one."

"Bullshit."

"There's no need to use--"

I thrust a fist at him, striking him in the jaw. But as soon as my fist connects with him, he is gone as if he was never there.

What? Where--

"There is no need for violence Evangeline Mortem."

I gasp and whirl around to see the guy behind me, his blue eyes gazing into mine. Something stirs within me, and I breathe heavily to calm myself down. I quickly grab a small squeezy bottle of holy water that I keep in my jacket, squirting it on him. He flinches, squinting as it lathers his face, not burning him at all. I drop the bottle, eyes wide.

Angel?

"That's impossible" I say. "A-Angels don't exist."

He grabs my gun from the bed, walking over to me. He steps forward, his gaze warm and...kind. He tilts his head to the side. "I know it's hard to believe. One of my friends had a hard time believing I was an angel. But that's what I am. And I need your help."

He holds out my gun, and I eye it for a moment before taking it.

I pause. "Help with what?"

He turns around. "There is a weapon on earth I must find before Crowley or anyone else gets their hands on it."

"What's so special about the weapon?" I ask, holding my gun in my hands, ready to use it if need be.

He looks out the window, into the night. He almost looks sad; confused and lost. Even though he sounds so wise and...technical, he seems so...niave. Young. Innocent.

"The weapon has the ability to destroy this world. It's more powerful than any angel, demon, or even god."

I blink. "God?"

He nods, turning to me. "Yes. I need to find it immediately. I suggest we leave now."

I blink and shake my head. "W-wha? Now! Are you serious?"

He looks to me. "I am an angel of The Lord. Of course I am serious."

I throw my hands up in the air and groan. "Why me? I'm not special. I'm just a normal hunter."

Castiel stands still, hands by his side. "You are of the Mortem family. They have been in possession of an ancient Heavenly Artefact that has been passed down from generation to generation. You have it now."

"Um...I would know if I had an ancient artefact on me Angel-boy. I don't know what you're talking about."

"It's not a physical object" he says. "It's spiritual."

"...excuse me?"

"We must go now."

"Wha--"

He touches my shoulder, and in a blink of an eye I am suddenly standing in front of a cabin in the woods, my bag packed and on my shoulders, my Jeep sitting beside me. I put a hand to my forehead, sighing. The gun that was in my hands was now placed in the back of the waistband of my hands. The night air nips at my skin, and I blow into the air, fog swirling in its wake. I look up and see the stars, glittering and glinting in the night. I see the woods around us; dark and eerie. In the middle of nowhere.

"Jesus Christ..."

"Why are you saying the name of the son of my father?" Castiel asks, and I jump slightly, forgetting that he was here. "He isn't relevant to the situation at hand."

I sigh. "No, I just..." I give up. "Never mind. Where the hell are we?"

"A safe place" he says, turning and gesturing to the door. "In there."

I tug on the straps on my bag, huffing. I walk through the un-mowed grass to the porch, scoping the front of the house. It's wooden, with a porch out front which bares an old rocking-chair. It smells old, but it also smells of smoke from wood-fires. I grab the door knob, turning it and opening the door slightly.

It's quiet spacious, with a couch, TV, bed, kitchen and bathroom. I step inside, whistling at it.

"Damn...this is nice."

Posh, modern and futuristic houses aren't my cup of tea. I like cabins like this; it makes me feel at home. Makes it feel 'homie'.

"You like the place I have chose for you?"

I jump slightly, startled by the angel. He stands right beside me, probably appearing with that Houdini trick of his. His blue eyes stare at me, and I clear my throat.

"Yes. So...uh, I don't understand why I am helping you."

He doesn't even blink. "As I said before, your family had been given an artefact. A heavenly artefact. It's not a physical object, it's spiritual, and is passed down from--"

"I get that" I spit, dumping my backpack on the bed before going over to the fridge. I bend down, checking the contents and smiling as I see there's a beer. "I just don't get how it's in me." I grab it, slamming the door before knocking the cap off using the edge of the table. "I mean, what is it? How do you know if I have it?" I take a large swig of it.

"Your eyes."

I almost choke on my beer, coughing and spluttering for a moment. I slam it down on the table, looking to this 'Angel'. I run a hand through my hair, sighing.

"Because their...purple?"

"Correct" he says. "That's how I can recognise that you have the Heavenly Artefact in you."

"...what is it?"

"It never had a name. It was as old as time it self, forged by gods very hands. It was given to the most prized Warriors of Human time, giving them telepathic and mental abilities."

Telepathic?

"I believe that you can locate the weapon by finding it's energy signature which can't be tracked, yet gives easy to access to it's mind. Then, you can search it and determine where it is by certain things you see."

I feel my blood go cold. "...it's a creature?"

He nods, turning away from me. "Yes. It is a creature. Living and breathing."

I put a hand to my forehead, groaning. "I...are you saying I have X-men powers? Like Charles Xavier?"

"I do not understand that reference."

I sigh. "I have Telepathic powers?"

"Yes."

I grab my beer and take a long, large gulp of it. I drain the bottle quickly, placing it back down on the table roughly.

"How did...how come I never did anything telepathic then?" I ask.

"Because your powers need to be unlocked by an angel." He steps forward, and I stiffen. He presses a finger to my forehead, and I feel a small ping go off in my head, before he remove his finer and steps back. "There. Now it is unlocked."

I pause, waiting for something to happen.

Nothing.

"How the hell do I do it?"

"Imagine doing it. Think about doing it, and you'll do it."

I roll my eyes, murmuring. "Great advice."

I sit down on the couch, closing my eyes. God, I'm tired. An angel comes and visits me in the middle of the night, tells me I'm some sort of magical girl with telepathic powers, and that I have to find this creature that could end the world?

"I need to sleep" I murmur.

I get up, stalking to the bed and sprawling onto it. I close my eyes, sighing.

"Cas."

"Yes Evangeline Mortem?"

"...I'm going to sleep now."

"Okay."

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I yawn, opening my eyes slowly. My surroundings aren't familiar, and I freeze up, looking around.

Then everything comes back to me.

The angel--Castiel--giving me a heart attack in the middle of the night, him taking me here and telling me that I have some sort of super power.

I groan.

"Are you awake Evangeline Mortem?"

I slowly sit up, seeing Castiel on the other side of the room. He stands there, seemingly unmoved from here he had been standing last night.

"Do I look awake?"

"Yes."

I huff, standing up. The small, warm cabin seems even more homie in the daylight. I look to Castiel.

"What now?"

"You eat."

I open my mouth to say something, but he's gone. I blink in surprise, looking around to see if he's anywhere in the cabin. I groan as I can't see him, standing up from the bed. I head into the bathroom, locking it behind me. I take a nice, hot, long shower, savouring every second of it.

When I'm dried and dressed, I step out of the bathroom to find Castiel holding a paper bag and cup.

"I got you a burger" he says. "And some soda."

I raise an eyebrow. "You know about food? Didn't think angels did. I mean...you don't eat, obviously."

He softly smiles. "I have a friend who enjoys this food very much."

I walk to him, grabbing the bag and soda. I open the bag up, smiling as there is a hamburger all wrapped up, the smell of it intoxicating and mouth watering. I unravel it, taking a large bite. It's beautiful; the best burger I've ever had.

I sit down at the table, eating and drinking, trying to ignore the angel staring at me. I mean, holy crap, does he not understand how staring at people is creepy?

When I finish, I sigh, wiping my hands on my jacket. "Tell me how to do this Cas."

"Well Evangeli--"

"Whoa whoa whoa whoa. I'm going to stop you there, angel-boy" I say with a sigh. "Evie. Just call me Evie, okay?"

He nods. "Well...Evie, I need you to close your eyes and focus. It may be hard, but I trust that you'll be able to pick up the Weapons signal. It should be very...easy to find. Very powerful and loud. And pulsating."

I cringe. "Don't say pulsating."

He frowns. "Why? Isn't pulsating a word from the English dictionary--"

"Trust me" I sigh.

He blinks, staring at me. I take a deep breathe in...and out, closing my eyes.

Concentrate. Concentrate.

It feels like someone is stroking talons across my mind, and I shiver, my heart beating radically in my chest. I feel the talons move, like going from little lights--from person to person, their minds. I can feel the talons moving, seeking out what Castiel has described as the Weapon.

I draw closer to it, and I gasp as I can feel the power radiating from it, and yes...it pulsates. My talons caress the signal, the power, and I gasp again as images form in my brain.

I see a street. Busy. Cars moving past. Shutters coming down over the image; the Weapon is blinking. It's as if I'm literally looking through it's eyes. I see a dinner, the sign reading Jims in big blue letters. I see a blur, before I see a sign, big red words reading; Giffersburge, home of the best Milkshakes America has ever seen!

Then the images are gone, my eyes open, staring around at the cabin before me.

Oh my god...

I turn to Castiel, my eyes wide, shocked that it had worked and scared of what I could do. He gives me a sad look, like he is sorry and he understands, before he nods towards me.

"Did you see anything useful?"

I bristle, stuttering. "I-Uh, uh...ah, I-I saw w-were it...it is."

"Where is that?"

"Giffersburge."

He blinks, looking out the window. He's silent for a moment before he speaks. "We must go. Now."

"W-what? Now? Are you serious?"

He turns to me. "The quicker we find the weapon, the quicker I can deactivate your powers. They can be dangerous Evie."

I flinch.

"Now grab your stuff. We are heading off now."

I groan, grabbing a few of my things and stuffing them into a bag. He's making me move, again? I mean, come on! Dude!

I give him an unimpressed look before hefting my bag over my shoulder. I saunter outside, unlocking the door to my car.

I pause. "We're not teleporting, are we?"

He shakes his head. "No. If we teleport there, there is a chance that the Weapon will sense my power and flee. We must drive."

I throw my bag into the trunk, before heading to the front seat. I slide in, sighing.

"I don't know where I'm going" I say softly.

"I'll direct you."

I raise an eyebrow, before I just roll my eyes and put the car into gear. I drive off down the dirt road, smiling as I feel comfortable in the car. Castiel sits beside me, his face stern as always.

"W-When I...searched for his mind" I say softly. "It...it felt as if they were talons..." I bite my lip. "Do you know why..?"

He doesn't move, staring out the window. I wonder what he's thinking, and part of me knows I could probably check.

No, don't use those abilities. Not unless you have to.

"Talons" he says softly, "because the power you had was pulled from a Celestial being known as Alesanimon."

"What does that mean?"I ask. "Is that Latin?"

He nods. "It means 'Winged God of the Mind."

I gulp. "W-Winged?"

He nods. "Yes. The story of Alesanimon is that my father came along and stopped his reign of chaos over Earth, and ripped his wings from his back. He had bat looking wings, with talons and fangs, purple eyes. His power was stripped from him, and God gave it to Ancient Warriors to help them defend their villages, if they were worthy."

"...Those Talons...I felt Like I could kill someone with a flinch."

"You can flinch and kill someone easily with them. Their deadly."

I flinch, my muscles tensing up. I stare at him, wide-eyed, but he just stares back at me, stern looking. I splutter.

"W-what?! A-are you serious?! You-you never--"

"You don't need to kill anyone Evie. Just be mindful of how you use your abilities next time."

I sigh, a gravel road ahead. I turn on to it,  picking up speed.

"So is it just us?" I say softly. "Just us doing this?"

He perks his head to the side, a smile forming on his lips. "Actually. I know of two brothers that could help us quite a bit."

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