Windy City (Andariel)

[layla]

(This thread is dated before meeting Sam at the diner in 'Accidentally on Purpose'.)

Layla stood on the corner of Fifth and Jefferson, feeling quite agitated. She held in her outstretched hands a map of downtown Chicago, which she was attempted to read with very little success. They didn't call this the Windy City for nothing, that was for sure. The gusts of cool air kept blowing her hair around wildly, causing the map to smack her repeatedly in the face, and she had to constantly fight to keep her long skirt from flying up and showing the state of Illinois her underwear. It was extremely frustrating and only served to remind her of why she preferred small towns to places like this.

The wind was bad enough but she had also had to pay an overnight fee to park her car in a parking garage just so she could walk however many blocks to find her hotel.The issue now was that she had parked her precious Stingray two hours ago and had been wandering the sidewalks since then, and still had no idea where she was. She was horrible at reading maps, unfortunately, and the citizens of Chicago had been no help so far. Most of them had been too busy buried in their private phone conversations or had flat out ignored her pleas for help and hailed cabs frantically to get away.

A particularly forceful gust of wind caused the map to fly up out of her hands, and it whipped around crazily for a moment before plastering itself to her face. Layla let out a frustrated scream.

[gabe]

The wind harshly caressed his dark hair as it flowed through it, on the edge of the rooftop a fearless heavenly warrior stared down at the seemingly chaotic world of humanity down bellow in silent meditation. Humans were a fascinating puzzle, the more he contemplated them, the more intrigued he felt. They possessed uncountable flaws, their existence was fleeting and their bodies were fragile…yet they persevered. Andariel felt and untapped potential for greatness in all of them, if they would only choose to strive for it…

Now this was what puzzled him the most. How did they go on without the divine guidance he and other angels were bestowed upon? How did they know their path was the right one? Why some fall into temptation while others rise above it?

Closing his eyes he raised his head and reveled in the warm feeling from the sun on his face. How it would be like to be one of them? To be able to guide his own paths and act on his emotions. For his path be guided solely by the outcome of his choices. But could he dare to wish to know such a thing? Did he deserve it? His mind was filled with doubts, never before he had questioned his orders, but recently he had silently done so. The seals were being broken, there should be no room for doubts in a time like this, but he was unable to silence them. He had to learn more, understand the full picture. It was a quiet despair that drove him to it.

The lonesome figure dressed in a white dress shirt, jeans and a black overcoat was above the curious sights that might find him. Then as suddenly as he had appeared on the rooftop, he had disappeared as if he had never been there.

This weren’t his orders, he wasn’t told to interfere, not yet. But Andariel was acting out of his own volition on this one. He knew about her and her connection, he knew what she was up to. She was close to contacting them and some guidance might do him good, just a nudge in the right direction.

His presence in the streets bellow was manifested with a gush of wind being the only warning of his arrival. A smile fought to appear in his features as he watched her predicament, but it quickly disappeared.

“Layla Kennedy, we must speak.” His tone was an omnous one.

[layla]

“Layla Kennedy, we must speak.”

Who in the heck knew her by name in Chicago? And who even talked like that? Layla clutched at the map that was plastered to her face, trying for a few seconds without success to get a grasp of it before finally managing to pull it away. When finally she had the thing clutched firmly in her fists at her side, she met the dark gaze of Mr. tall, dark and handsome, and her brown eyes widened slightly. Was this the guy who had addressed her?

"Uh, do I know you?" she asked, a confused expression on her face as she tried desperately to push her long, blonde hair from her eyes. Unfortunately, the wind had a different idea for her and she was fighting with it just as much as she had fought with the map.


(sorry so short)

[gabe]

Tilting his head, Andariel silently studied the woman before him. She was the one he was looking for, of that he had no doubt he had spotted her sister in heaven, knew of the connection they shared, still she was nothing like he expected. Humans always puzzled him some way or another and she was no different in that aspect. There was potential for greatness in her, he could feel it.

“You don’t know me, but I know of you. I know who you’re looking for and why, you’re close but we must speak about it before you reach them.”

The harsh wind flow between them but it didn’t bother the angel, far from it, the overcoat was the only thing struggling against it. There wasn’t much that could affect him, the angel inside the host turned the body virtually indestructible. While he could still be killed, he was able to withstand any harm that would kill a mortal but still the visage of the blond woman made him momentarily freeze.

“Not here however, this meeting is for us alone.”

Taking a step forward, Andariel touched her forehead and the pair disappeared from the streets.

((I'm leaving it open for you to chose where they go to talk))

[layla]

Okay. So Mr. Hot and Cryptic was pretty damn weird. Layla's nose crinkled up in confusion, and she was just about to ask the guy what he was talking about when he reached out and touched her forehead. Her eyebrows drew together and then she squinted her eyes shut as there was a brief flash of very bright light. When finally she opened her eyes, she blinked several times as she glanced around at her surroundings... her new surroundings.

Apparently this guy had somehow managed to bring her to a rather luxurious hotel suite. Everything was decorated lavishly in cream and gold tones, and there were French double doors leading out onto a balcony with a view that overlooked the entire city. Ornate sconces adorned the wall just over the brass headboard of an extremely comfortable looking bed that had been layered heavily with decorative pillows. How in the world did she get here? Had he done something to make her pass out, and then carried her here? It didn't seem typical of a guy who intended to rape and/or murder her... she would think someone like that wouldn't bother with expensive settings. But she didn't know this guy from Adam and she couldn't be sure of his intentions.

"Okay, who the hell are you?" she asked him, locking her gaze onto his face and taking a few awkward steps back, an expression of fear and distrust on her face. "And what do you want?"

[gabe]

Tilting his head a little like he usually did when curiosity stroked him, Andariel contemplated the woman’s features for a moment before his brow furrowed. She was afraid and it saddened him, an angel from heaven sent to protect mankind was being feared by a mortal woman.

He sighed before looking at her with almost pleading eyes, and even then there was a notable hint of nobility on them, compassion even.

“You must not fear me,” he said to her in a calm voice, “I only wish to help you in your quest. I know of the one you seek, Samuel Winchester…”

Andariel paused for a moment, considering what he should reveal to her, he was already bending the rules as it was and if he told her too much it could mean serious trouble for both of them.

“You must keep a watchful eye on him, he will need guidance in the times to come. You must steer him in the right direction since there are those who might want to subvert his true path.”

He knew he was being cryptic, but he had no other choice, there were truths not made for mortal ears, not yet anyways. He was taking a major risk with her, if the archangels even knew he sought her out he could be placing her at risk. But then, allowing the 66 seals to be broken wasn’t something he wasn’t willing to let it happen, because if it had come to pass all of humanity could be doomed.

[layla]

Layla continued to back away from him slowly until the backs of her legs bumped into the bed, and she fell into a sitting position. Her entire body was tense, and she was ready to run if need be but couldn't help being curious enough to stick around for now. She did find it curious that he named Sam specifically of the Winchester brothers. All she had known so far was that she needed to find them both, though she hadn't been clear on what she was supposed to do once she did.

“You must keep a watchful eye on him, he will need guidance in the times to come. You must steer him in the right direction since there are those who might want to subvert his true path.”

"I don't understand," she frowned, a slight tone of panic in her voice. "What right direction? What true path? How in the world am I supposed to do any of this?" Layla sighed, leaning forward to rest her elbows on her knees and bury her face in her hands. "I don't know what I'm even doing..." She had been searching for the Winchesters for weeks now, it seemed. It hadn't even occurred to her until now that she wasn't even sure what she was supposed to do once she found them.