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Metatron's first offer to the Winchesters was God's suicide note.
His second was a teenage girl's Instagram profile and an address.
"Who the hell is this?" Dean asked, irritation clear in his tone.
"Eurydice Ackley. You want to keep Chuck alive? She's your ticket to it." Metatron finished his drink.
"Right, yeah, but how?"
"Eurydice is a Nephilim. Human mother, angel father. She'll help tilt the scale in your favor against Amara. She's mentioned in the note. He knows about her, barely wrote anything down though. I never heard of her, it seems like something they wanted to keep quiet. Her ribs are marked to hide her from angels, too."
"Well...who's her father?" Sam asked. From all the angels he had met in the near-decade, there wasn't a long list of angels he'd trust the spawn of.
"Michael."
"Swedish Gender-Neutral Bathroom is the name of my punk rock band," Killian Kapoor declared, and Eurydice snorted into her fist to keep from laughing out loud.
"Killian, please keep your comments to yourself until the end of the presentation," Ms. Belyea sighed, switching to the next slide.
When Eurydice joined her school's gender/sexuality alliance (GSA), she was expecting something more laid-back. Mostly, she just wanted to meet other gay kids her age. Her mother wasn't necessarily homophobic, but she wasn't an ally, either. Plus, Texas was pretty conservative overall, even in their slightly more liberal town.
Her father, being an archangel, was also out of the question on who to come out to.
GSA turned out to be more of an extra class, and sometimes Eurydice wanted to quit. She already had speech and debate and drama club, she should just use these forty minutes for study hall (read: playing table football with Ronald and avoiding the librarian).
GSA was held every Tuesday during study hall between first and second period. She barely got into it, since her second period teacher had to sign the form, and Mr. Muller was both a known homophobe and strongly disliked Eurydice on the basis she couldn't do math. Also on the basis she doodled over everything and was as snarky as they came (only with Muller, she was a saint with everyone else. Which only pissed him off more).
Killian kept making his comments throughout the slideshow, despite Ms. Belyea's constant reminders to shut up. Eurydice thought she looked ten years older by the time the bell for second period rang.
"God, she drives me crazy. It's a club for gay kids, not some fucking intro to gay history," Killian muttered.
"Introduction to Homosexual History is the name of my queer folk band," Eurydice replied, ignoring his attitude. Killian wasn't really a ray of sunshine, but then again, she wasn't either. Ronald was the closest thing they had to an optimist, and even then his idea of optimism was bullying you out of sulking.
The three of them were both the most and least likely friend group.
The Unholy Trinity-coined by Eurydice, mostly to piss off her dad, if he was listening-consisted of Eurydice Ackley, Killian Kapoor, and Ronald McLean. Plus, it was a kick-ass band name.
Ronald was a Wiccan. Eurydice didn't know much about it, she just called him the token wizard. Ronald and Eurydice met way back in the sixth grade, Eurydice still reeling from the culture change from New York to Texas. Ronald was a weird kid in the eyes of the town even before he became Wiccan. Always playing with spiders, frogs, and snakes. He outgrew chasing down random animals around the eighth grade, but his general weirdness stuck around. He was tall, about six-foot-seven, with short red hair and covered in freckles. He had bright green eyes and a lopsided mouth. He wore almost exclusively black, minus a pansexual pride pin stuck onto the front of his bookbag.
Killian was born in India, raised in England, and now, somehow, stuck in Texas. He was Hindu, gay, and brown. He stuck out in their town like almost no one else did. People weren't usually intentionally rude to Killian-but they did get on his nerves. People asked too many insensitive questions, and he didn't think it was his place to educate everyone in Texas. He did have a boyfriend at a different school (Eurydice and Ronald made endless jokes about it). His name was Falcon, and all Eurydice remembered about him was that he turned Killian vegetarian. She would never say so to Killian, but Falcon had the personality of a stale saltine character.
Eurydice herself was a lesbian, but apart from the GSA and the Unholy Trinity, she wasn't out. Eurydice was a Catholic by default-kind of hard to avoid being religious when your father had a flaming sword (she assumed this, because it was cool as shit) and huge wings, each as wide as a car (she knew this, because it was cool as shit). Eurydice didn't look much like her father at all, though. Her mother said she had his facial features, but Eurydice didn't remember him well enough to say she had his nose or eyebrows or whatever. She had big brown eyes like her mother, and she was naturally platinum blonde, though a few months ago she snapped her fingers and turned the whole mess dark blue (her mother wasn't a fan of it. "Your hair was so pretty, CeCe, almost like snow..." she had lamented, ignoring the fact Eurydice could change it back anytime). She did, however, have her father's wings. She rarely showed the shadows of the wings, let alone bring them into the physical plain, but they were huge, silver-into-white, something straight out of the Bible.
She didn't really think her dad would be proud to know his kid grew up to be a gay grunge kid who hung out with other gay kids, but hey, not her problem. Her mother insisted he would be proud of Eurydice, because she took honors and AP classes exclusively and earned herself co-captain of both the cross country and track teams. Eurydice doubted track mattered to the guy in charge of heaven's armies.
Eurydice liked to joke that she loved running as much as her father loved leaving. Most people didn't find it funny.
"Ooooo, queer folk band, I think that's a new one," Ronald said, joining into the conversation. Killian rolled his eyes, but he wasn't being pissy, which was always a nice change of pace. "Hey, Yuri, can you cover my shift tonight?"
"Ronald, we work the same damn shift." Eurydice pulled down on her combination lock as hard as she could. The damn thing was always getting stuck.
"Shit, right. Yeah. I'll call Shioban."
Eurydice felt heat rush to her face, pulling her locker open with far more force than needed.
"Why do you even need the shift?" She asked, her voice going up an octave.
"Party at a friend's."
"That's hardly an excuse."
"Name one time Johnny has ever actually cared if we were late or missed a shift as long as we gave the heads up," Ronald shrugged. He had a point. Johnny Shearden was a casual guy, never at the diner much. He had no problem letting the kids drink a beer or Irish coffee as long as they didn't get drunk on the shift. Easy job, good tips.
Eurydice shrugged.
"Dude, just take the shift with Shioban. Consider this, like, my birthday present."
"My birthday's in April."
"Shit, is it still March?"
"Oh my God."
Eurydice was ten minutes late for her shift. She hurried behind the counter, tying her apron on in a hurry.
"Shit, Shioban, I'm so sorry, my mom needed some help."
Shioban smiled, and Eurydice melted a bit.
"Hey, don't stress it. No one's here yet." Shioban had a soft voice, good for a singer. If Eurydice had some more confidence, she'd ask her to join her on stage one night. As it was, she could barely look at Shioban without her brain shutting down.
Shioban was gorgeous, three years older than her and studying at a community college near Johnny's. She was a plus-size model and wanted to compose music for a living. Shioban had dark skin and long purple box braids and a gold nose ring. She had a sweet disposition, kind of motherly. Golden eyes and a Roman nose that made her look like a statue brought to life. She was hypnotizing.
Eurydice was smitten the moment they met.
Realistically, Eurydice knew she didn't have a chance. The age difference was too weird-3 years isn't a lot when you're both grown up, but Eurydice just got her license last year and Shioban was in college and two years away from being the legal drinking age.
Still, that didn't stop Eurydice from thinking about it.
The night was blissfully calm up until eleven-thirty. Two men in suits strolled in, and Shioban shot Eurydice a look. No one dressed like that around here.
Cops, Eurydice mouthed, shrugged.
Feds, Shioban corrected, straightening up and pouring the Irish coffee she had been making Eurydice down the sink. Dammit.
Eurydice didn't pay attention as Shioban took their orders. She wasn't very attentive when it came to working the bar. Sometimes patrons got the wrong idea if they thought you were paying them too much attention.
"Eurydice, can you take the meal order to the kitchen? I'm gonna make the drinks," Shioban requested with a smile.
"Uh, sure. Of course." Eurydice took the notepad from Shioban.
"Your name is Eurydice?" One of the men-the shorter one-asked.
"Yeah, why?" Eurydice asked, trying to ignore the way the question made her feel. It was fairly normal, she supposed, to have people question her name. Her mom taught classics at a college, her dad liked that it meant justice. Still, something in her brain was warning her. Danger, danger, danger!
"Just an odd name is all."
"I guess."
Eurydice hurried to the kitchen, still unable to shake the feeling.
Danger, danger, danger!