A/n hey you guys! So, the fanfiction has finally come to an end. I will miss writing this, but then at the same time I'm sort of relieved it's over. I feel like this book has been a bit confusing and leaped too much. But regardless, I hope you enjoyed reading my creation. This is actually the first fanfic I have managed to finish in a very very long time. So for the epilogue, I was going to use the original version of Carry On Wayward Son by Kansas, but I decided to use the musical version from season nine of Supernatural, since this fanfic was in a way based on the hit tv series. The original version is more upbeat, so if you'd like to listen to that after the musical version you can just check it out on YouTube or Spotify. I enjoyed writing this for you guys. Hopefully, I will soon come up with a new fanfic that I will finish, and hopefully it will be better than this one. Who knows, maybe there will even be a sequel to Fallen Angel. If so, I will add the news to this book! Hope to see more of your faves and reads! ††Sophie
"That was cool!" Jim exclaims.
"Yeah, dad," Julia agrees. "I think that's the best love story I've ever heard."
"Well, maybe not the best," I say, "But I can agree on cool."
"It was hella scary, though," Niall added. "But it was so worth it. After all, I managed to steal your mom's heart. Though I'm surprised she even let me."
I roll my eyes and give him a little shove. He chuckles at my response.
"So wait," Julia says. "What happened to your friend, Kayla?"
"Oh, yeah. She lived, "I reply. "I was actually surprised they let her go. And I still am today."
The doorbell rings and the twins bolt towards the door. It's Niall's parents, along with mine. Julia and Jim are our children. Niall and I got married five years after the mission with the book that can destroy the world if given to the wrong hands. Our daughter was named after the song Julia by the Beatles. Jim was named after Jim Morrison from the band The Doors. The children are twins, and they both just turned ten. Family is coming over, along with some friends.
Aside from our parents, we got some special guests to come over. And by special guests I mean Harry, the hunter I met at the bar on the trip that knows Niall from before that; Kayla, my long time best friend who got possessed by a demon; Lloyd, the old drunk who helped us with the abandoned asylum; Zayn, the demon who helped us get the book to safety; and Liam, the angel (who's real name is Remiel) who we gave the book to so he could deliver it safely to heaven.
If they think that story isn't real, they will soon realize it's quite the opposite. Niall and I are training our kids to become hunters. We knew they would one day ask us how we met. Why lie to them? They probably would have figured it out at some point.
I don't like to think about this, but what if one day something happens to the family, like a demon or an angel attack? They need to know how to fight. There is more to hunting than just how to throw a knife.
At three in the afternoon, everyone is at the house and are telling the two children stories of what they experienced as either hunter, angel, or demon. The kids are fascinated by it all. Liam even shows them some "tricks" he can do. He saw Jim had a bruise on his leg from climbing a tree yesterday and showed him how he heals it. Jim is surprised, and Julia asks him to heal her hand where she accidentally touched poison ivy. Harry and Lloyd told Julia and Jim about hunting trips they were on with Niall and even me. Kayla told them about how she started training after she was possessed and how happy she is that she actually did. Zayn told them all about hell, and Liam told them all about heaven. The twins listened intently.
Niall and I figure that this is by far their favorite birthday yet. We really hope that Julia and Jim will grow up strong and responsible hunters. But, of course, it is their choice if they want to be hunters or have an actual paying job. We are fine with either. Niall and I just really want them to have a long and healthy life.