Fallen Angel

He was a boy. To her he was an angel.
She was a waitress. To him she was a beauty.
One Direction/Supernatural crossover/AU.
I got the ideas for this story from the TV show Supernatural, so 97.5% of the credit goes to the producers, cast, and script writers.
Also, everything you're about to read is fake. I made this all up, and whatever is the same in reality is just a coincidence. I am not religious, and I have no intentions of making this hurtful or rude to any existing religion.


7. Six

It was almost six in the morning the next day, and I waited for Niall to drive up. I was in my AC/DC shirt, black ripped jeans, black leather jacket and black beanie. My hex bag was hidden in an inside jacket pocket.

The amulet I got from my grandma hung against my chest. It was of a silver dragon on a silver chain. My gram told me that the dragon is one of the twelve signs of the Chinese zodiac, and it represents power, prosperity and vitality. It also tends to be a masculine, or "yang" type symbol. Since I was the first born, my gram decided to give it to me. It was initially my grandfathers. I'm pretty sure she would have given it to Dylan, but he wasn't born yet, and she was dying. This was two years before my mother got pregnant with him. Ever since, the dragon hung from the chain on my neck, and if I didn't have it in its place I felt naked.

I held the box that contained the book in my lap as I waited for Niall to arrive. Soon enough I got a text from him saying that he was outside waiting for me. I took that as my queue to grab the box and the small bag I packed for the journey and headed out. I tried to walk out of the house as quietly as I possibly could, not to wake my mother or brother. My dad was already at work. Thankfully, everyone remained asleep. I put the box into the bag and continued my way outside.

I walked over to Niall who looked at me expectantly.

"Well?" Niall said. "Where's the book?"

I raised it out of the bag a bit , and as he reached for it I smacked his hand slightly. "I'm only giving it to you under one condition," I told him.

"Are you about to bargain with me?" he asked, raising one eyebrow slightly.

I ignored his question and said, "I'll give it to you, but only if you let me come with you."

"What? No way. Give me the book."

"Can I come with you?"

"Absolutely not," Niall retorted.

"Well then I guess you won't get the book," I replied.

"Just give me the book and maybe I'll make it up to you one day."

"No. If I don't get to come with, you don't get to have the book. And if you won't let me come, I'll just simply get in my own car and drive to San Antonio myself."

Niall looked angry with me. He knew he clearly had no choice, and he hated it.

"Find," Niall growled. "If something happens to you, your parents are going to kill me, and then I'm going to kill you. Is that clear?"

"Crystal," I said with a satisfied smile.

Niall rolled his eyes and went for the driver's seat. I threw the bag in the back seats and climbed into the passenger seat. This was going to be fun.

"I hope you grabbed my dad's journal," Niall told me as we began to drive away from my building.

"I did," I said. "It's in the bag."

""Good, because you'll need it. Hos much have you read so far?"

"Forty-seven pages."

"In one night? Impressive."

"I actually read some while I was waiting for you. That's some great stuff."

"Yeah? Well that stuff is real. All of it. And what will your parents do when they find out you're on a road trip headed towards Texas to give an angel a highly dangerous book while God knows what is out there?"

"They'll freak, that's for sure," I said.

"No, they won't just freak," Niall said. "They'll go insane, knowing that their untrained daughter is on the road with a hunter while demons chase her."

"Well, when you put it that way.... I try not to think about it."

"Why are you so indifferent to this situation, anyway? Do you realize you could be on the highway to hell?"

"An AC/DC song? Oh, and shirt reference!" I unzipped my jacket and showed him my band shirt.

"You're such a child," he said with a scowl and a roll of his eyes. My smile dropped, for I remembered Adam saying those exact words to me on our date. Right then my mind wandered to our times together, good and bad, and to the time when I saw him with those demon eyes.

"I would've thought you were too scared to to come," Niall said when we were well out of Queens.

"Why? Do I seem squeamish?" I questioned.

"No, it's just that I thought you wouldn't like the idea of hunting demons and everything."

"I guess I was underestimated." To be honest I always thought that something like this would've been cool. The only reason why I cried that day was because it came to me so unexpectedly, so suddenly, I wasn't ready without a warning. But now that I knew what was out there and had some instruction I was ready to face whatever was going to be thrown at me.


We've been driving for what seemed like 3 hours, and I've fallen asleep twice. When I asked Niall where were we the last time I woke up he told me we were in Jim Thorpe, Pennsylvania.

Classic rock was softly playing in the car, and I noticed the song right away. It was Dust In The Wind by Kansas. I took a deep sigh and softly sang along.

When we arrived at the motel we were staying at I took a glance at our surroundings. The buildings looked like something from the Victorian era. It was all so beautiful, with the colourful houses and autumn trees. It looked like something an artist would paint.

The motel we were going to stay at looked very nice from the outside. Niall parked the Riviera and we walked into the motel. It looked ordinary on the inside. The lighting was good, and the furniture didn't look like it was about to collapse any time soon.

"Hi, how can I help you?" the lady behind the counter asked politely with a warm smile on her face.

"Hi, can we please get a room?" Niall requested.

"Sure, would that be a king-sized bed?"

"Oh, no, no," I said. "We're not together. Two twin sized beds, please."

"Alright, for how long are you going to be staying?" the lady asked.

"Just for the night," Niall said.

"Okay, just give me a moment. You're just passing through?"


"Oh, where are you heading?"

Just as I was about to answer her, Niall cut me off. "Ohio. We're visiting family."

"Oh, that's nice," she said with that smile of hers. "Here are your room keys, enjoy your stay."

We thanked her and went to find our room. When we did, we walked in to find it a standard sized motel room with one television,  two twin-sized beds, a mini fridge, and a small coffee table. The window looked out to the parking lot. It looked very cozy, and the light was bright but soft.

I set my bag on one of the beds. I didn't bother unpacking since we were staying for only one night.

"Do you think we can go eat somewhere?" I requested. "I'm starving."

"Sure," Niall said. "There's a diner here that serves amazing strawberry pancakes. We can go there. But first…"

The next thing I knew Niall tossed aside the rug and brought out a spray can. He began drawing what looked like a huge circle.

"Niall, what the hell are you doing?" I gasped.

"Devil's trap," he explained. "If while we're gone a demon appears in our room it will be trapped."

Oh, right. I remember reading about it in Bobby's journal. If a demon gets trapped in one of these it will become powerless until it was released.

When Niall was done drawing the devil's trap– which took about fifteen minutes out of our morning– we locked our room and headed off to that diner he mentioned.

Once there, the smell of coffee and eggs filled my nostrils. It smelled so amazing and I was so hungry that I felt like I was about to pass out. When Niall and I found a booth to sit in a waitress came up to us and handed us menus. Everything on it looked so appetizing at the moment, I didn't know what to choose. But then I remembered Niall complimenting their strawberry pancakes and decided to settle with that and a cup of black coffee. After we ordered our breakfast, Niall and I began talking about the angel, Remiel.

"Have you ever met Remiel?" I asked.

"Yes," Niall said. "It was back when I was working a case in New Jersey last year. He helped me kill one of the Nights of Hell."

"A Night of Hell? I thought all of them died a long time ago."

"Well I guess not all of them. Until that day, at least. Ever since that day, Remiel has helped me with many of my cases. I guess you can say we're pretty close. You can totally count on him. To be honest, I trust Remiel with my life."

"Wow." That was pretty much all I could say.

"By the way, after we eat, can you do me a favour?"

"Depends," I said, "on what it is."

"Can you go to the, um, beauty shop for me?" Niall asked.

"What for?" What could he possibly need in a beauty shop?

"I need mousse." He looked so shy when saying it.

"Why are you so awkward about it?" I asked.

"What? N-no, I-I'm not awkward about it," he lied.

"Is there a specific mousse you use?"


I smiled to myself, thinking it was pretty adorable how Niall tried acting like such a man when asking if I could buy him mousse at a beauty shop.

When our breakfast came, I was amazed. The pancakes looked to delicious. There were three thick pancakes with strawberry pieces inside that looked perfectly fried, with whipped cream on top and strawberries on the whipped cream and on the side of the plate. I was even more astounded when I tried them. They were perfection. It was like the angels made it with some kind of special ingredient. They were so soft, they practically melted in my mouth.

When we finished our breakfast Niall went back to the motel and I went off to find the local beauty shop. It wasn't hard. When I entered the Victorian building, I was greeted by some Frank Sinatra music. It smelled of roses, too. I walked along the aisles, looking for mousse. When I found it, I looked for the best one. There was no way Niall used a poor quality hair product and had his hair that perfect. When I found a good one, I went for the cash register. But then—

I stopped it my tracks. And not because I realized that I didn't take the best mousse. It was because of the person who was talking to the cashier.

"Have you seen a girl around here with blonde hair?" the anonymous lady asked.

"Um, yeah, I think I have," the cashier told her. "She came in a few minutes ago. Though I don't think she left. She didn't buy anything yet, either."

"Okay, thank you for your time."

The next thing I saw made me scream. Though instead I suppressed it. The woman took out a knife and slit the man's throat. She brought up some sort of goblet to his neck and had his blood spill into it. Then she began chanting something in what sounded like Latin, and then started talking in normal English.

"Sir," the lady said. "The girl is in Pennsylvania.... Almost. She is in the same building as me.... Yes, sir."

As this all went on I was hiding behind one of the aisles that lined the store. Thinking quickly, I grabbed a black wig I saw behind me and put on red lipstick and black sunglasses. I quietly made my way to the door, pretending I didn't find what I needed. But the woman saw me when I was about to walk through the door.

"Hey, you!" she called. "Hay you seen a blonde around here?"

"Um no, ma'am," I said, faking a British accent. "I haven't. Sorry."

After that I walked out of the shop and broke into a run. Thank god there were no detectors at the door. I didn't stop running until I got to the motel.

"Robin?" Niall said. "What the hell?"

"Some lady was asking the cashier if he saw me in the store," I said, "and when he said he did she slit his throat and collected his blood in a goblet and started speaking Latin then started talking in English to the goblet. And I swore I heard something like a whisper."

"Woah, calm down." Niall deeply sighed and ran an hand through his blond hair. "Great, they found us."

"You betcha," a voice said.

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