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Angels on the Moon

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This story is No. 11 in the series "Life in A Minor". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Cordelia get's a vision of her future and leaves LA only to get picked up by a certain pair of brothers. Mood Music.

Categories Author Rating Chapters Words Recs Reviews Hits Published Updated Complete
Supernatural > Cordelia-CenteredDamiaFR712,679252,18025 Feb 0925 Feb 09Yes
Song: Angels on the Moon
Artist: Thriving Ivory

Disclaimer: I don't own supernatural and I don't own buffy.

She didn't know where she was. She had run and now she didn't know where she was. She had seen her own possession if she stayed in LA. Horrible events, sleeping with Connor, getting knocked up, her child trying to take over the world. So she'd left. There was a note for Fred to take care of her apartment until she came back. Her clothes were in her trunk, her thoughts were in LA and her engine was dead while she was stuck on the side of a random freeway in the middle of nowhere in South Dakota. She wanted to scream and cry and hit something very very hard.

A big red truck came up in the horizon and Cordy stood up again, waving her arms in the air. Her low cut tank top had been chosen for relief in the heat as well as capability of getting her a ride. The truck didn't even slow down.

"Way to help a lady in distress buddy," She shouted after him, turning and kicking her tire. She'd thought about walking, but she didn't know how far it was to even a modicum of civilization and she was so not willing to sleep outside on the ground without a sleeping bag.

Do you dream, that the world will know your name
So tell me your name
Do you care, about all the little things or anything at all?


"We should stop," Sam told his brother when he spotted the little silver car on the side of the road, a young woman with short brown hair leaning against it staring at their car dejectedly. She was tall and curvy with sun kissed skin and wide eyes. Exotic as his brother would probably describe her. Dean glanced over at his younger brother and Sam raised his eyebrows. The older brother muttered something under his breath and pulled over. He slammed it into park and got out, Sam fumbling with his seat belt to keep up.

"What happened?" Dean asked, walking up to her. She was tall, but he was taller, which was nice. Sometimes he felt short next to his brother, but 6 feet was still nothing to sneeze about.

"Sounds like a threw a rod," The woman said dejectedly. Sam ambled up to them and stuffed his hands in his pockets, waiting to see what his brother would do first.

"I could take a quick look if you want," Dean offered a moment later. A bright smile crossed her face and both boys blinked a little, though she didn't notice.

I wanna feel, all the chemicals inside I wanna feel
I wanna sunburn, just to know that I'm alive
To know I'm alive


Cordelia sighed dejectedly as the two hot guys confirmed what she'd suspected. Another one bites the dust as it were. She popped her trunk and pulled out 2 duffel bags, setting them on the ground before closing it and opening the passenger seat. She still had most of a 24 pack of water left as well as various health food snacks.

"Thanks for your help guys," She told them, half expecting them to hop back in their car and head to wherever they were going. Still, sweet girl looking dejected and helpless on the side of the road? Usually good for getting nice guys to give you a lift. Especially when you act like you don't expect it.

"We could give you a lift to the next town if you want," The taller one said. Cordelia looked over her shoulder from where she was bent over, still grabbing snacks.

"Really?" She asked, allowing her voice to sound young and hopeful. The shorter one took a deep breath nodded, grabbing one duffel bag and heading over to his own car. He popped his trunk and moved some stuff before dropping it in. He raised an eyebrow at an odd couple clanks but shrugged it off and gestured for Dean to put the other one in as well.

"I'm Dean, this is my brother Sam," Dean grabbed the box of water and put it on the floor of the backseat while Cordelia grabbed the rest of the snacks and dropped them in a bag before snagging her purse, her ipod and her phone charger.

"I'm Cordelia," She gave them another bright smile and climbed into the back of the black car, sitting back with a happy sigh.

Don't tell me if I'm dying, cause I don't wanna know
If I can't see the sun, maybe I should go
Don't wake me cause I'm dreaming, of angels on the moon
Where everyone you know, never leaves too soon


They had to stop at a little podunk town in the middle of nowhere with a bar, a motel and a couple seedy looking stores. One look at her horrified face and the brothers had offered to take her to the next town. She'd nodded wordlessly and rented a room at the motel. They didn't ask why a spoiled city chick was in the middle of nowhere. So she didn't ask why two brothers cruised aimlessly while looking for murders in various newspapers. The next morning Cordy was still asleep when Dean knocked on the door. She groaned and walked to the door, throwing it open while rubbing her eyes.

"Time to get up," He told her, his eyes glued to her long tan legs. She never wore much to bed. Short shorts and a cami.

"I'll be out soon," She told him, closing the door in his face. She showered and dressed in record time before walking down and knocking on the Winchester door. Sam opened it wide and Cordy walked in.

"Breakfasts on me, though I'm still iffy on that diner," She wrinkled her nose and glanced up as Dean walked out of the bathroom.

"We can hit the next town for breakfast if you check out now," the older man told her. Cordelia turned and fled to her room, grabbing her things and racing as quickly as her 3 inch wedge sandals would let her. She skidded to a stop beside Sam and held out her small bag to be dropped in the trunk with the rest of her things. The tall man laughed and shook his head as he took the bag and watched his brother open the door to the car for her. She was interesting, that was for sure.

Do you believe, in the day that you were born
Tell me do you believe?
Do you know, that everyday's the first of the rest of your life


They didn't know what was going on, but Dean was starting to flip out a little. Sure, Cordy had only been with them 3 days, but they'd kind of grown attached to her. It was like, because she didn't really belong to the life of the road, they wanted to take care of her while she was there. So when they were cruising through a town and suddenly Cordelia gasped and collapsed backwards, keening in pain while her hands were clasped to her head, the two Winchester men pulled to the side of the road and started flipping out a little. Dean had the door open and his seat forward so he could reach for Cordy. His hands hovered above her long slim legs, showcased by the tiny black skirt she was wearing and the demure blue tank top. As her tremors stopped, Deans hands flew to her face.

"Cordy? Cordelia? Are you alright?" He asked, gently brushing hair out of her face with his thumbs. Sam watched silently, watching his brother and the woman he was pretty sure the tough guy was falling for. They flirted sure, but both of them were the type to flirt with anyone that crossed their paths. Sam knew this.

"I think we have a lot to discuss," Cordelia wheezed, grabbing Dean's shoulder to hoist herself into a sitting position. She didn't get far before Dean was physically pulling her out of the car and lifting her to sit on the trunk. Sam raised an eyebrow, biting his tongue so that he wouldn't comment on the paint job. Cordelia's hand went to her head and she winced a little. Sam snagged a water and tossed over the car to his brother, who opened it and handed it to Cordy.

"Are you ok?" Dean asked, looking at her as though she might collapse at any moment. Cordy glared balefully at him.

"As ok as a girl can be when she thinks she left all the creepy spooky stuff behind only to find out she's traveling with a pair of hunters," She frowned at them, obviously irritated while the two men stared at her in complete surprise.

Don't tell me if I'm dying, cause I don't wanna know
If I can't see the sun, maybe I should go
Don't wake me cause I'm dreaming, of angels on the moon
Where everyone you know, never leaves too soon


Dean was rubbing a hand across his forehead, trying to digest the tale that Cordelia had given them. The hardest thing about it, was that with their life, it was completely believable. Cordelia was a seer. A useful seer at that. She saw people dying so that she could stop it from happening. Of course that came with serious migraines and a cranky attitude until the headache went away.

"So you're saying that we need to get to this place in about 3 hours to stop some blond cheerleader from getting killed by a spirit that looks like a woman wearing black mist for a dress who has weird looking dog creatures helping her?" Dean asked with sigh after a few moments. Sam was silent.

"Yeah, and I don't care if she is a ghost, she needs to take better care of her hair," Cordy snarked, drinking the last of her water.

"Yeah, because that's the important part of the vision," Sam retorted. Cordelia's eyes narrowed and she hopped off the car, stalking up to him and poking him in the chest with one manicured finger.

"You don't get to give me crap. I gave you the information. That's my job, I give information to the Champions. I may have a different set of priorities than most white-hat helper people, but as long as I can stay better dressed I'm fine with that bucko. Now, can we go save the girl or are we going to argue semantics?" Cordelia demanded, turning to Dean and planting her fists on her hips. It was fun, 5'9" and curvy she was still distinctly smaller than the two men flanking her, but neither of them really wanted to cross her at the moment.

This is to one last day in the shadows
And to know a brother's love
This is to New York City angels
And the rivers of our blood
This is to all of us, to all of us


They were getting ready for a fight. Cordelia had changed into jeans and a black leather jacket. She had surprised the boys when she pulled out the heavier duffel bag from the trunk and started pulling out weapons. A small battle axe on her back, a crossbow in her hands, extra bolts at her hip, a dagger and a stake in her boots, and bottles of holy water tucked into her jacket pockets. She raised an eyebrow at their shock.

"Close your mouths boys. Hellmouth High, remember?" She asked dryly, slamming the trunk back down and staring at them expectantly. The two men shared a look and turned around, leading the way into the woods where the little cheerleader who shouldn't actually be off in the woods alone, was currently wandering. They ignored Cordy while she muttered about tiny blonds who thought they were indestructible and kept coming back to life.

"Stay back," Dean commanded, holding his hand out to ward her off when they heard the first surprised shout from a young woman. Cordelia raised and eyebrow and hefted her axe as the two men didn't even look at her before heading toward the noise. She narrowed her eyes and followed them, pausing briefly at the ghost and the hell hounds. Cordelia hated those damn things. She'd been hunted far too many times by the damn things. In both Sunnydale and LA.

"Get ready to run," Sam shouted at the blond. Cordelia made a noise of disgust and plated her feet. If the girl ran, the demons would give chase. She aimed carefully and pulled the trigger. She loaded another bolt as the first one drove into one of the three hounds eye.

Don't tell me if I'm dying, cause I don't wanna know
If I can't see the sun, maybe I should go
Don't wake me cause I'm dreaming, of angels on the moon
Where everyone you know, never leaves too soon


Dean paused to spot the brunette he was coming to respect as she fought off the last hell hound. She pulled back her battle axe and slammed the weighted butt across the beasts muzzle before swinging around and cleaving it's skull in two. He raised an eyebrow and shook his head. Sammy was pouring salt over the remains of the dead chick. "I thought I said to stay back," He called to Cordelia. She snorted and raised a single eyebrow.

"Yeah, because that was gonna happen," She said sarcastically as she put one foot against the dead demons head and tried to wrench her weapon out. She made a grunting noise and pulled, but it didn't come loose. "Gotta be stubborn even in death, slobbery prom-wreckers," She grumbled.

"Need some help with that?" Sam offered as he bent to pick up the cross bow she'd thrown when she'd run out of bolts. She stepped back and gestured before turning to one of the other carcasses and pulling a bolt out of the eye socket. It came out gooey and she held it by the very edge, far away from her body.

"Oh ewe," She wrinkled her nose and pulled plastic out of her back pocket, shaking it open to reveal a large bag. She dumped the arrow into the bag before pulling out another.

"You don't follow orders very well," Dean told her in a surly tone. She ignored him as she hunted down the rest of her arrows. No sense in wasting perfectly good weapons that just needed to be left in the shower. After she'd used it herself of course. Dean shook his head and helped her find the rest.

You can tell me all your thoughts, about the stars that fill polluted skies
And show me where you run to, when no one's left to take your side
But don't tell me where the road ends, cause I just don't wanna know, No I don't wanna know


The blond had been dropped off at home, the bodies had all been burned, and Cordelia was ready to shower and hit the mattress. They parked and got out of the car, stretching arms and backs before opening the trunk and pulling out their things. She walked up the stairs slowly and paused to unlock her room. She glanced down and saw both boys watching her, waiting until she got safely into her room before going into their own. She smiled softly and entered, flipping on the light and dropping the bag of icky arrows on the ground before heading into the bathroom.

She hadn't been sure she could handle hunting on her own, but she had been sure that she couldn't give up the fight. Tonight proved to herself that she could be on her own. She didn't need the Sunnydale crutch of using a supernatural being to fight other creepy crawlies. She was strong and she could handle herself. At least, as long as she had someone to rescue her favorite axe from lassies demonic skull.

Don't tell me if I'm dying
Don't tell me if I'm dying
Don't tell me if I'm dying

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