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[Jessica Moore]

It was a matter of time when she had to do this. Knowing after all that has happened, due to her death, the chain of events was crazy. Jessica never knew that something like this existed. Coming back from the dead and into a beautiful and faithful angel from heaven. Heaven right now on the other hand was in such turmoil, she wondered how God and the other angels would get the placement of peace and harmony back together when everything would get back to normal, then again..she had no idea if there was any chance to ever see the world, heaven, earth to get back to normal. Normality was no dying question, it was not possible for Jessica Moore. If that's who she was anymore, she was living the life of a normal college student, happy..getting educated. In love with the most loving and brilliant man on the face of this planet. He was incredible, he was all she ever thought about.

She couldn't stop thinking about him back then, as well as now..but it wasn't not easy to not think about the bad times too, on how she was left with no knowledge on the world he lived and grew up in. How Sam never told her, he wasn't honest with her. She told him everything, but he left out the most important part. That he was a hunter, and his father and his brother were hunters too, they hunted ghosts, demons, spirits, vampires, you name it. The type of super beings people are afraid of, including the monsters underneath the bed and the ones in the closet that children are so wholesomely afraid of.

Jessica wished he was honest from the beginning, yet course she knew he did that to protect her, no matter how wacky the truth was. She wanted to hear it from him, not hear it from somebody else after being burnt to a crisp on the ceiling wall of their apartment, Jess pushed herself to go and visit her grave, after being washed with all these memories and all these thoughts, the memories were somewhat fresh yet they remained dead. It was nothing but dead memories because there was no possible way she could go back into that live she shared with Sam, to somebody who had moved on and changed. He was much more mature and older, while she was still back in college with him. It couldn't work out that way, the same with some relationship. He was a hunter with demon blood, while Jess stood alone as an angel on God's planner to help the good people who needed help, including the Winchester Brothers.

Still all this was making her fragile and confused still, not for the answered questions that was already answered back with Castiel. He told her everything, but her emotions were wrapped up like a twinkie, nothing seemed right anymore, not the same. Life doesn't always turn out the way you planned, and definitely, Jess did not plan this. She planned happiness, a life with Sam, a college degree..a beautiful home, with a loving husband, with children..and to die with the one she loved, knowing all the things they accomplished together, to having all that love that grew throughout the years, to die with him..not by herself.

That's how it was suppose to be, not like this. Jessica appeared before in the cometary, the grass that she walked on, so fresh..as she walked, the trail she took made the grass somewhat push down then poof right back up, she stared at her own grave..her own head stone with her name 'Jessica Lee Moore' Beloved Daughter -- Born January 24, 1984 - November 2nd 2005. Jess never knew she could stand alone here, look at her own grave right before her. That picture of her, looking so happy..how could she be so happy now? Jess turned her head away for a second then looked back, she leaned down and traced her finger along the gold crested oval that surrounded her picture. Her lips suddenly dry, she rubbed them together, wetting them a bit to keep herself from breaking down in front of her own grave. "Keep it together..keep it--" her voice broke, lowering her head down. "I can't do this.." All the memories flooded her mind, all the pain..all the happiness with Sam, the pain just came back right when her mind flashed before her, thinking back when she looked down at Sam, her body suddenly bursted into flames. Jessica gasped out and jumped up, stumbling back, landing on the grass below her. She scrambled up, standing up, placing her hands in front of her face in utter shock, soon she jogged away going sacred from staring at her head stone anymore.

Once standing in in the cometary, Jessica used her angelic powers. Changing locations from there to a known diner she used to hang out with, with her friends. Not Sam, but with her friends, knowing by now they would be gone so there was no way in bumping into them, she just had to away from the cometary. She moved through the door, after somebody walked out..her face looking pale as a ghost, she couldn't help but bump into a few people along the way until she made it inside the booth, plopping down, knowing people were looking but by now she didn't care. Her blue eyes narrowed on her hands which were shaking, her lips..god, her lips were dry again. She was afraid to close her eyes, otherwise she would think about how she died and think about all those memories and feelings for Sam back when they were in college to smack her like several trains running her over one by one.

Jessica suddenly whimpered in a panic, watching her hands shake. Her heart began to race and her head shook from side to side, the salty tears ran down her face, streaming down both cheeks, her head stopped shaking, but she couldn't help but look away, as she tried to keep herself in control. She lowered her gaze on the table..Sam's handsome and boyish face kept flashing in her vision; his same shaggy hair he barely thought to cut or shave, she liked his hair exactly the way it was, and in all was in her mind..over and over; the more times it came, the more it felt like a stab in her chest, showing how much she was actually missing him and from all the memories they shared was ripped from them, they never had a chance or got the chance really. It was going to take a lot to get over this..she just didn't know how. Angels were suppose to be stronger than this, maybe she wasn't cut out for this. Maybe Castiel was wrong about her.

Her hand covered her mouth, feeling her heart was breaking all over again for the second time since her return, she let out a cry and covered her mouth, turning her head..taking both hands to her face, turning her head though in shame still, she placed her arm on the table, resting her forehead to her arm as she continued to cry, probably people were staring at her..but they were not important right now..nothing made sense, her blond locks flowed on top of her arm and the table.

[Adramelech]

Dying was no pretty situation, not in anyone’s eyes, unless you were a demon. Then death was a great thing that should probably be done more often. Being a demon was like having the right to do whatever you wanted to do, when you wanted to do it, how you wanted to do it; you just got to pick the fate of whatever you were doing. Maybe there was a demon that was ‘new’ to the whole thing and was a little easier on people, and who would make their deaths quick and simple. Then there was those demons that didn’t care how much pain they were causing people, and they didn’t care how long it took, or how bloody and messy it was, they were just determined to make it hurt. That was how Adramelech was. He didn’t care how much pain he caused the person, and he didn’t care how long it took…but there was only one way he killed people, and it was with his power.

Adramelech has the power to set anything he wanted on fire within the blink of an eye, or the snap of a finger…this being why he is well-known, as the King of Fire. With that being said, it should be no surprise that he has no trouble killing people, and making it last and so painful that it would probably hurt the soft demons eyes to see, but being as old as Adramelech is, nothing really hurts his eyes anymore; except crying girls. He doesn’t care if they’re crying because he’s about to kill them, but he can’t stand it when they cry about their personal crap and feelings and stuff…it just gets to him. And he doesn’t like seeing them cry at all, it’s sad, and it makes his soft spot throb…mhm, you’d imagine I was talking about an angel, nope…a demon for sure.

Adramelech was at a place where he usually liked to hang out and just chill and relax, without feeling the urge to kill. It was at a diner, pretty little diner actually. He’d been there for a little while, scarping down French fries and a burger, and a few cokes. He’d been sitting up at the counter where the bar stools were, when he heard someone come in. It was not really different from anyone else who came in, but he could sense that it was a female, and he could hear her gasping for air, like she was either choking or crying…most likely crying since she just took a seat and didn’t bang around for anyone to help her or anything.

Glancing over his shoulder, Adramelech looked to see a beautiful woman, with long blonde hair, and a nice long, curvy figure. She was gorgeous, sexy, even cute…but damn it she was crying. Adramelech turned back to his fries and continued but just couldn’t ignore her sobs of pain and misery. He sighed a bit, rolling his eyes and then he cleared his evilness from his face and went and sat across from her in the booth. He sat there for a minute, analyzing the way she barely noticed his presence. It was like she was trapped inside of a bubble and she didn’t care would was watching her, and she just needed to let it all out. Adramelech stayed sitting, and watched her some more. He wasn’t sure of what to say, and he wasn’t even sure why he was sitting over here. He should have been laughing at her suffering and despair and not feeling this random urge to comfort her. It was weird and he wasn’t too sure if he liked it…but there was just something in him telling him to reach out to her, so that’s what he did. He extended an arm out and touched her forearm softly, the tips of his fingers trailing along her wrist. He didn’t know what do say, or if he should even be touching her, but he just couldn’t help it, “Umm..hello, my name is Adrame-…” he thought for a second and then sighed, “I’m Andrew…” he said, flashing a somewhat charming smile.

[Jessica Moore]

What a fool she was, sitting here in the middle of the night. Inside a open and public diner crying her eyes out over how her life has turned upside down. Even if she had no explosive reasoning in crying, her heart was still breaking into two. It continued to break until eventually her whole entire heart would just fall like two broken egg shells coming apart, except there isn't any yolk inside her heart, only dust or blood. Jessica did not expect anybody to really come over and comfort her, mostly people minded their own business. She wasn't looking for anybody either, she was fine doing this on her own. Okay, that wasn't the complete truth. Deep down Jessica missed having that guy, that one person to be her crying shoulder, to hold her and tell her everything was going to be okay. Now with this, she wasn't expecting that seeing Sam for the very first time would be so hard, until she saw his face. Then everything broke down inside her, her life was crashing down all around her all over again, except this time she was not in human skin, she was walking around in angel's skin.

Her nose sniffled continuously as her heard stayed inside the small hole between her chest and her arm that was on top of the table inside the booth she was sitting in. She never knew she would need to worry about being alone like this. Sam was suppose to be it, he was suppose to be the one. That was it, right? Not likely. God, fate, had other plans for her and some other being had other plans for Sam. But what really hurt the most were two things. One, Sam kept this secret from her for a year and a half, he never told her a thing about his life, in being a hunter. And she never understood why he kept that from her. Maybe he didn't believe they would be forever, but in her heart she thought they would be forever. And two, there was this knowing that seeing Sam after being brought back from the dead. There would be a moment where the feelings would come back, passion would rule them both, and then in the end, they would kiss. Jess did not expect that the kiss would reopen all of these un-needed feelings right now, she did not need to feel like she was if she were still a human and could walk around, work, go to school like a regular human. It's not like every human could walk on earth and have a gravestone inside of a cemetery with their name craved into the grim.

She was not like every person out there, as much as she wanted to go back. She knew it was impossible, yet it didn't hurt to wish, now did it? the only reason why she yearned to go back was all because of Sam. But really, deep down..she wondered, would it make a difference? since the two were two different people now, Sam grew up. Jess didn't. Sam moved on, Jess is still in college in her mind. That's the way it is. And she hated it. This all was killing her all over again.

Jessica had no idea that she wasn't alone inside the booth, but she learned to find out when a hand touched her forearm the his hands, trailed along her wrist. Deep down, she hoped this was Sam. He used to kind of touch her like t hat, she jumped a bit though based on being in her own world, she was too upset to really come to terms that evil was not that far away from her. She jumped up a bit, not excitedly and fast. Only her body jumped, but she looked up, her face was so red and flushed. Her tears and old semi-dry, and dry tears still lingered on her skin of her face and her cheeks. She took her hand and rubbed her face, looking confused, she wondered who this guy was and why was he touching her? Apart of her wanted to pull away from him and just walk away, but that other part just wanted to sit there and let him do whatever to make her feel better. Her blue eyes scanned at her skin stayed on her arm for a minute until she sat up straight, her back meeting against the back of the booth.

She scanned his face. He was nice looking, he had an angelic face. Far from the irony of what she was, Jess wanted to smile but it was hard to do so. So she flashed a light one, feeling awkward that some random guy just came to console her, in reality..Sam was suppose to be the one doing this, but really she wouldn't have any reason to be crying if it wasn't--no, she couldn't think that. Jess let out a exhausting sigh. "Hi.." Her voice sort of whimpered due to the state of mind she was in. She blinked and turned her head away to take the tears from and that was forming down her cheeks as fast as possible, she let out a couple of sniffles when he introduced himself to her.

Her head turned back to him, unsure what to say next. She never knew she would ever see herself in this type of situation in her life. Some guy appearing out of no where, to talk to her when she looked like she'd been smacked a couple of times in the face. She didn't feel that attracting, but obviously she was. He was here. "I didn't know you were sitting there, sorry if I scared you with the jumping." She let her eyes glaze to his face then away, she rubbed her hands along the lap of her jeans. She figured she ought to introduce herself, he already did. "I'm uh...I'm Jessica." Her swelling eyes due to her crying looked to him again, now she stayed looking at him, trying not to seem shy or uneasy around new people, just her mind was not all there right now. "Do you need this booth? I'm really not going to eat anyway, is that why your here?" Jessica asked since he was sitting here, he did reach out to her but everybody had their reasons. She didn't know him, he didn't know her. It was impossible for any new person to out and point her out to know her unless she ran into people from her other life as a human.

[Adramelech]

The way the girl cried, really did touch Adramelech in a different way. He hated crying and well, that soft spot for the crying females just made him feel like a different person, not a demon. The way the girl sobbed right in front of him, made it noticeable that either she didn't care, or that she didn't know that he was there. Either way, it was painful to watch...not something common for a demon. It was weird to have emotions like that when you're a demon, but with being a demon so long...sometimes things are just different for you or something. Its strange, yeah, but it's kind of amusing too. He watched her closely as she didn't even notice he was sitting there, really. Hearing her sniffle as he reached out his hand, he noticed her jump. "Sorry," he said quickly as she scanned his face and then his hand.

"Hi..."

At that Adra just watched her closely, waiting to see if maybe he had a chance at stopping her constant flow of tears. He watched as she turned her head, trying to force back tears, and he sighed lightly, not in a rude way for anything though.

"I didn't know you were sitting there, sorry if I scared you with the jumping."

He smiled innocently, pulling his hand back. "It's okay, hun," he replied, not wanting to make her uncomfortable or anything.

"I'm uh...I'm Jessica."

He nodded a bit, looking away from her face and then back to her. He didn't want to make her feel weird by staying seated there, but he didn't want to seem like an inconsiderate jerk...which he kind of was, well really was, but whatever. He watched as she glanced away and then stared hard at him, but in a sweet manner.

"Do you need this booth? I'm really not going to eat anyway, is that why your here?"

He shook his head quickly and then let out a small sigh, "No, um..." he said nervously...not something that usually happened to him, "I just hate seeing a beautiful woman cry," he said softly. He didn't know why, but at the moment, he just couldn't look away from her eyes. They were beautiful even if they were swollen and red. Tilting his head a bit, he tried to think of what she was thinking. Trying to figure out what he could say to make her feel better. She was obviously crying because of something meaningful and something had really hurt her. He just wanted to be that guy that could help her, as weird as that sounded, he just wanted to lend a helping, supportive, and loving hand.