T H I R T Y - N I N E
Somebody Better Call God

It was late, almost three in the morning to be exact. I should be at home, in my bed, sleeping. Instead, here I was working the late shift at White Castle by myself. Why the hell did White Castle need to be open twenty-four hours?

Like seriously, who was going to come to White Castle at this time? No one. That's who.

Eyeing the clock, I groaned hitting my head against the counter, I still had two more hours before one of my co-workers was meant to come and take over for me. Muffles noises of displeasure escaped me as I hid my face in the palm of my hands, leaning heavily against the counter.

Frankly, it was freezing balls in here since White Castle was too cheap to have a heater that actually works. At this rate, quitting White Castle was looking better and better each day.

My head popped up at the sound of the doorbell ringing signaling that someone had entered the fast-food chain.

"Damn it, Dean, why are we coming here at this time?"

A small squeak emerged from my throat at the three men who entered.

At the very front was an insanely tall man, he had to have been at least six-foot-four! The male couldn't have been past his early thirties with long hair and eyes looking like they had seen it all. Next to enter was another man who looked slightly older than the first one who entered.

Unlike his friend, his appearance was more rugged and hard. Short dirty blonde locks were a mess atop his head and his hand rested in the depths of his jacket.

Finally, the last of three came in behind and right away I knew he was an angel. I could smell it on him, see his very grace running through his veins. Immediately, I recognized the angel as Castiel; the angel of Thursday, based on the way his grace was swimming throughout him.

A bright halo rested over his head invisible to all humans, along with the shadows of his wings that could not be seen by the naked human eye. The vessel Castiel was possessing was, in my opinion, quite handsome.

The vessel must have been in his mid-thirties and yet his looks were so exquisitely attractive that he could fool anyone. Deep raven hair rested upon his head, and his eyes were the bluest I had ever seen.

Bluer than Lavender's, and bluer than even Tom's, though Tom's eyes resembled ice more than anything. Castiel's resembled the ocean, the bright beautiful ocean. The angel wore a long beige trench coat with a suit underneath.

Looking at the two men and the angel, I realized all of them were impossibly hot. They were more than just hot, they were all gorgeous in their own spectacular manner.

Goodness, it was really hot in here.

However, my heart skipped a beat when I realized that with Castiel was the Winchester's. The annoying hunters I had heard so much of. Damn it, I bet Crowley sold me out to them.

Sensing that the tall younger looking one was Sam Winchester and the shorter rugged man was Dean, I subconsciously panicked. Quicker than the speed of light, I ripped my name tag off my uniform shirt forcing it in the confines of my pocket.

I forced a smile on my lips, trying my hardest to cloak my grace from Castiel.

"Hello!" I cheered, tapping my nails nervously on the cash register. "Welcome to White Castle, can I take your order?"

Dean Winchester's green eyes peered into mine curiously as he stepped forward, all three male's standing just on the other side of the counter. I couldn't help but feel tiny in comparison to all of them.

Okay, I know I sound like a complete psychopath, but give me a break. I'll probably never see my soul-bounder again and the last time I had any action was when I was sixteen and I kissed Tom.

"Uhh..." Dean was looking at the menu, before bringing his gaze back to me. "Give us twenty-five sliders, half with cheese, the other half without." He was opening his wallet, Sam turning and glaring at his brother in exasperation.

"Dude!" He shook his head, Castiel's gaze never leaving me.

Castiel was no doubt suspicious, but I didn't let my nerves show. Just remain calm, Pandora.

"I'm hungry!" Dean defended as he handed me his card to swipe, Sam simply rolling his eyes while turning his attention to me.

"Hello..." Castiel nodded with a deep and raspy lull to his tone, myself grinning back while swiping Dean's card.

God, he was hot and oddly cute.

"Hi, yourself." I winked while Dean looked between the two of us in surprise.

Sam also looked surprised, giving Dean a glance as if to say 'is this really happening?'

I suppose it's a normal reaction, it's not every day that some eighteen-year-old flirts with someone who's probably over ten years older.

Oh well, age didn't take away from their attractiveness.

While Sam and Dean shifted awkwardly, avoiding eye contact with me as Castiel simply stared in a stoic manner. It was obvious the Winchester brothers were trying not to fall for "jail-bait" but Castiel did not give a flying fuck.

Gulping under the angel's gaze, I handed Dean his card back. The weird silence was finally broken by Sam who seemed to not be able to take the awkward atmosphere any longer.

"Uhh, it's nice to meet you..." Sam trailed off, looking to where my name tag was supposed to be.

However, he coughed and looked away at the speed of light when he saw there was no nametag and that it only appeared as though he was staring at my boobs. Dean quietly snickered at the incident, Sam retaliating by kicking him as discreetly as possible.

"Rhiannon." I smiled, my hand rubbing my pocket where my name tag lay.

"Rhiannon." Sam nodded at my fake name. "We were just wondering if you could tell us whether or not a Pandora Claire works here, and if she does when she comes in."

I put on my best confused face which seemed to convince them enough. Biting my lip while twirling a piece of hair, I shifted my expression to appear as though I were pondering the question.

"No," I innocently shook my head while dropping the piece of hair and coming up with a clever lie, "...can't say she does, in fact, never even heard of the name."

I did not give them a chance to reply, spinning around and not missing their annoyed look.

Walking to the back and getting their order together, I listened in on their conversation.

"I told you Crowley was screwing with us," Dean mumbled to Sam, "damn demon didn't even say which White Castle, all he said was it was one in New York."

"I know, we've been hitting up White Castle's all night. I say after this, we head back to the motel and call Crowley."

I took the two bags holding their food, walking back and handing it to them.

"There you go!"

Dean gave me a nod of thanks and took the bags.

Sam gave me one last smile, turning and walking out followed by the other two. Castiel paused at the door, throwing me one last long look before following the brothers to their car.

Their car was visible through the glass and my breath hitched seeing it.

Gorgeous.

A midnight black 1967 Chevy Impala, a classic edition and a truly beautiful car. Damn, I bet those guys could do some work on a girl in that car...

Shut up inner-thoughts! Now is not the time!

My silent self-debate was cut off by Castiel perking up as he opened the back door. In a matter of seconds, the angel was staring right at me with a look of shock, and it was then that I realized my mistake. In haste of my thoughts, I had allowed my grace to slip.

Castiel sensed my Nephilim nature.

Well, shit.

"Sam, Dean, it's her, she's the Nephilim!" Castiel shouted already on his way back inside.

Sam and Dean shared a frantic look, both pulling out guns from their jackets and following after the angel. That was my cue to go.

I was so going to get fired when my co-worker came and realized I was no longer here. Oh well, working at White Castle sucks anyway.

Bringing my hand up, I gave them all a mocking wave and allowed my eyes to glow gold. Dean cursed as they opened the door to White Castle and I took that moment to transport away. It had been a while, but I still had it.

The golden hue of my grace surrounded me and it felt like I was falling for barely a second before I was standing in my living room. Balthazar sat on the couch reading a book in his bathrobe when I came in.

Looking up from the book, Balthazar watched as I snatched my hat off my head throwing it to the ground in dismay. For the hell of it, I stomped on my hat smirking in clear victory.

The message was clear. Fuck you, White Castle.

Taking my short pink hair out of the ponytail, I sighed looking at Balthazar. "Bad news, uncle. The Winchester's and Castiel are in town, just had a run-in with them at White Castle."

Balthazar immediately threw his book to the ground swearing. Standing up in a haste he motioned up the stairs.

"Won't take them long to track you down to here. I'd say we have a few hours at most, pack a few bags, we're going on vacation." I smirked at his words already halfway up the staircase.

"Vacation, great!"

***

"You closed all the blinds upstairs, right?" Balthazar asked as I fiddled with the GPS.

"Yep," I popped the 'P' throwing a smirk at my uncle. "Where do these coordinates lead anyway?" I questioned as I typed in the coordinates Balthazar ordered me to.

Balthazar simply watched as I punched in the coordinates, before motioning over to the dashboard. "One of my houses at Rocky Point, now hand me the map."

Rolling my eyes while finishing off the coordinates, I opened the dashboard. Inside were a multitude of crumbs and trinkets most of which were items from when I was a child. Ignoring all the memories, my hand reached inside pulling out the map Balthazar had asked for.

Talk about old school, who used maps anymore? "You know..." I started, opening the map and handing it to Balthazar who placed it across his lap. "If the Winchester's are even half as good as I've heard, they'll track us back to Rocky Point within the month."

Balthazar waved me off, looking at something on the map. In a matter of seconds, Balthazar was pulling the huge SUV Denali to the side of the road. Balthazar owned a total of six different cars, one of his cars he had given to me.

Those six vehicles weren't including the three separate motorcycles. When we left, Balthazar made the decision to choose his biggest vehicle which happened to be the SUV. Thank God for that choice considering how many bags we had.

"Why are we pulling over? We need to put as much distance between the Winchester's and us as possible."

Here was the deal. Despite being annoying, the Winchester's were good people. If it was anyone else after me, I'd simply disintegrate them, but I wasn't going to do that with these hunters. They helped people, the only reason Balthazar and I were running away from them in the first place was that we didn't feel like helping out with some other Nephilim crisis. Lucifer's son? No thanks.

"Exactly..." Balthazar grinned, making a pen appear out of nowhere, marking a few places on the map. There were four places he marked, Birmingham in Alabama, Salem in Oregon, Sedona in Arizona, and finally Salt Lake City in Utah. "The Winchester's are going to be tracking me all over the map over the next few months, not you."

My eyes went wide when Balthazar reached into the recess of his shirt and pulled out a golden locket. The locket was attached to a golden chain around his neck, something which Balthazar easily pulled over his head.

The gold of the circular locket gleamed almost dangerously, markings of Enochian carved all over. I noticed a few crosses added within the gold, Enochian words translating to theatrical curses and spells.

Balthazar popped open the locket revealing a swirling purple clock ticking inside. However, this clock was like none I had ever seen. There must have been at least seven different hands all moving at high speeds, three of the hands actually moving backward while another three moved forward.

The last hand was the only one moving at a normal speed, ticking by seconds. Mesmerized by the beauty of the strange clock, I moved to grab it until Balthazar snapped it shut. Holding the locket-clock up and out of my reach, he gave me a warning stare.

"This clock is what's going to allow me to track where you are at all times, I want to make sure you stay safe." My eyebrows furrowed in confusion at his words, Balthazar slowing handing me the locket.

The locket hummed once it was within my grasp, warming up comfortably. Shrugging, I threw it over my neck ready to pop it open and gaze at the magical clock within. "I'll be with you the whole time, why would you need to track me?" I looked up at Balthazar who only smiled sadly.

"No," He shook his head. "You can't survive without your soul-bounder, you'll go mad without Tom. Tom's already gone mad without, you did change the past quite a bit by going back. I know you didn't want to find out exactly what you changed, but you need to know. You saved some people's lives, but other lives were also taken away. For example, Sirius Black is alive because Bellatrix Lestrange was never at the Ministry of Magic that night. Also, as far as I'm concerned, Tom's so smitten with you that he never got close to Bellatrix and Delphi never happened."

"I was contacted the other night, through means of very powerful magic, Albus Dumbledore's to be exact. He doesn't think it's too late to change Tom for good, he believes if you go to his current time, December 1996, things may change for the better." I snorted at Balthazar's words, though my heart was pounding.

Tom? Wait, didn't he look like a snake during 1996?

"I doubt that," I told Balthazar who nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, I think so too, but Dumbledore's usually right as I've heard. Besides, it's not exactly like the Winchester's can track you back in time very easily. You'll be safer by Voldemor–Tom's side rather than here where the entire world's on the lookout for you."

"Are you kidding me right now!" I cackled wildly, throwing my head back. "I'll be safer side-by-side a pack of murdering Death Eaters? Ha! You really are hilarious." Balthazar scoffed, rolling his eyes at my words.

"It's better than being surrounded by all of Heaven and Hell looking to use you as a weapon. Listen, Tom went crazy trying to find you, you're his soul-bounder, even if it goes against all nature, even if he tried to deny it, he has to love you-"

"Geez..." I snorted, rolling my eyes. "Thanks."

Balthazar shaking his head patted my shoulder in mock sympathy. "You know what I mean. Besides, somehow meeting you made the effect of the Horcruxes different. It stripped away all of his humanity except for one thing. The Horcrux seemed to have amplified his desire for his soul-bounder, not only that, but he was able to figure out a way to create the Horcruxes without altering his appearance at all. Man doesn't look a day over twenty-one."

I choked on air at Balthazar's words, snapping my head to gaze at the angel with huge eyes. "Seriously?" I hissed with disbelief. "So that's why Dumbledore..." I trailed off with realization, Balthazar nodding while finishing my sentence.

"Yeah, Tom's desire for you was only amplified, that's why Dumbledore thinks you have a chance. Personally, I'm not so sure, I have my doubts, but maybe it'll work." He shrugged, reaching in the back seat pulling out my backpack.

"Okay," I sighed as he handed me my backpack that contained a few of my most important items. "But for one, if I changed history so much, then I don't know anything about this version of it."

Balthazar waved me off. "No, it's only the small things. Lily and James Potter are still dead, everything still happened as it should. The only difference is Voldemort's facial appearance and a few deaths. You'll get the hang of it, I'm sure Dumbledore can explain. After all, you were already there."

"What?" I was officially confused, too much was happening at once.

Balthazar began fumbling with the radio, tongue poking out between his teeth. "No need to worry, it was before you went back to Hogwarts for the sixth year. Remember, you and Alexius apparently appeared soaking wet at a Christmas dinner with the Weasley's, Hermione Granger, Sirius Black, and Harry Potter." I nearly fainted at his words knowing exactly what Balthazar was talking about.

~

I had forgotten how easy time-travel was with my grace awake, and was so surprised that I slipped in thought taking us to some random time-period.

"AHHH!" Alexius screamed as we fell through the roof of some random apartment, all I knew was we were somewhere in England.

I was quick to jump into a standing position, Alexius doing the same as soon as I was off of him. At first, all I saw were people sitting at a very long table, with Christmas gifts and food in front of them. Then, I noticed the majority of them were redheads, with the exception of three.

It became apparent that the six redheads were all family, a man who looked beat up sat at the head of the table, a woman who looked to be mid-forties stood next to him, seated a seat away were two tall redheads who were obviously twins, and next to them was a shorter male redhead who must have been around my age. Next to him was seated a girl who was possibly fourteen maybe fifteen, and she too had red hair.

A pretty brunette sat across from her with hair that was even frizzier than mine, she looked to be around fifteen or sixteen. A man who was in his mid-thirties, with long hair and a cool looking goatee-beard thing sat next to the girl.

Finally, but definitely not least was a boy who looked to be fifteen. He had wild black hair, forest green eyes, and round spectacles.

I knew immediately who that was. Harry Potter.

Then, it occurred to me that the pretty brunette was the one and only Hermione Granger and the youngest male red-head was Ron Weasley. The other's around him were the rest of the Weasley family, and the cool-looking dude was no doubt, Sirius Black. I had literally just transported us to the '90s at a Christmas with Harry Potter.

All of them looked to us in shock, no doubt astonished at how two teenagers randomly flash in soaking wet, wearing clothes straight out of the twenties.

Shit, this was really bad.

And to make matters worse, Alexius who happened to be a big fan of Harry Potter pointed to him, mouth agape.

"OH MY GOD!" He yelled, in some odd sing-song voice leaping up and down. "IT'S HARRY POTTER! LOOK IT'S HARRY POTTER!" He shook me harshly, screaming Harry Potter's name.

"Get a hold of yourself." I smacked Alexius across the face. "It's not like it's Dwayne Johnson or anything," I told him, everyone in the room falling out of their shock stepping into action.

"Oh, shit." I sighed, as everyone had their wands pointed at us.

"Who are you and how did you get in here?" It was Sirius Black who questioned me, narrowing his eyes, wand at the ready.

"I'm really sorry to bother you all, we didn't mean to come here. It's just the Titanic had just sunk and I didn't want to stay in the cold water..." I trailed off, seeing Sirius tilt his head confusion.

"What?" It was who I now recognized as Arthur Weasley to speak.

"She said Titanic, dad. Keep up." Either Fred or George Weasley looked to their father.

"FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY!" Alexius once again got excited. "Hermione Granger! This must be a dream." Alexius looked like he was about to faint.

"Bro," I looked to him exasperated. "Man up."

"Stupefy!" It was Hermione's spell which she cast that hit us.

However, considering I was a Nephilim and Alexius an Antichrist; nothing happened. When everyone saw this their eyes widened, and they were only pointing their wands harder about to truly begin to hit us with jinxes and curses.

"I can see we've overstayed our welcome, bye!" I shouted, just as they were about to fire merciless spells at us.

Grabbing Alexius's hand, I made a jump for the one place I wanted to go right now. The legendary horse race where Secretariat had become the first Triple Crown winner in twenty-five years.

~

I was snapped out of my flash-back by Balthazar. "Yeah, well they told Dumbledore about the occurrence and he immediately guessed it was you. Of course, you'll be going to them about a year after that happened."

My throat clenched, as I fiddle with the locket around my neck. This locket along with my cross-necklace, I was carrying a lot of shit-cool stuff now.

"Well, considering my heart feels like it's dead every time I think about Tom, then yes, I'm definitely not going to pass up this opportunity. Do you mind telling Alexius about what happened after he's finished doing whatever it is he decided to do with Crowley?" Balthazar smiled, pulling me into a hug.

"Of course," We pulled away, Balthazar holding my locket. "Now, listen, this clock is special, it's reinforced with both Enochian and Wizarding magic. It allows me to keep tabs on you and will also keep a record to the different time-periods you've been to. It's powerful, and I really don't suggest letting anyone except you hold it." Balthazar warned, myself simply smiling while pulling a Yankees baseball cap over my pink hair.

"Got it, but be careful, will you? I don't need to come back and find you being held captive by the Winchester's." Balthazar playfully nudged me as I shrugged my backpack over my shoulders.

"They won't even catch me, I'm only keeping them busy so they think they're onto you." I prepared to travel to wherever Dumbledore was in December of 1996.

"See you later, uncle Balthazar! Love you!" I cheered, hearing Balthazar reply before I allowed a feeling that I hadn't felt in a very long time engulf me.

Golden hue swiped across my vision, warmth enveloping me. The clock vibrated against my chest, as the vortex of time threw me into its unwavering ocean. I felt like I was free-falling for seconds before my vision bounced back into place.

Every fiber in me expected to land on my feet in front of Albus Dumbledore, that unfortunately, was not the case. A screech left me as I got the spacing wrong on my landing, appearing about three-hundred feet too high.

"Crap, crap, crap, CRAP!" I yelled as I fell through the sky as intense speeds.

Looking at the ground, my eyes widened when I saw a house. A house which was several stories high, with four or five chimneys on the roof, and the appearance of being held up by magical means stood directly beneath me as I fell.

I wasn't quick enough to stop myself or teleport out of the sky, as barely three seconds later my body smashed through the roof of the home. The force of my fall was enough to send me crashing through all seven stories of the house until finally, I lay in a heap of pain on the ground floor.

A small groan of pain left me, my body feeling paralyzed. Every bone in my being had no doubt broke from that fall, and yet at the same time, it was all healing at once. Just because it was healing didn't mean I didn't feel the pain.

"Ow," I weakly cried, summoning the strength to crack my eyes open.

However, I only came face-to-face with a wooden stick, or more preferably a wand. God, it had been a while since I'd seen a wand. Following the arm attached to the wand, I was met with the sight of Remus Lupin glaring at me threateningly.

Behind him stood a woman with a bright purple pixie-cut who was also pointing her wand at me as well. Based on the extravagant hair, I assumed this was Lupin's wife, or soon-to-be wife; Nymphadora, still wasn't sure which year I was in. Next to her was who I recognized as Arthur Weasley, and behind them all stood Harry James Potter looking at me with both curiosity and hesitation.

Based on Harry and Arthur's expressions, it was clear they remembered me from what for them was a year ago. Actually, seeing as there was a Christmas tree in the corner, it looks like it's been exactly a year, I came on Christmas day once again.

Dumbledore had clearly told all of them something about me by the way each of them were looking to me as if they recognized me. Sprawled out on the floor, my gaze wandered to the rest of the Weasley's standing behind Harry.

"Wow," It was one of the Redhead twins, either Fred or George, I wasn't sure. "Are you my guardian angel here to love me?"

"Really, George, that was a horrible pickup line, it should be something like this." Both twins were smirking, the one on the right speaking. "Baby, somebody better call God, because he's missing an angel."

At the time, I had no clue that this would be the beginning of an era of horribly cheesy pickup lines and corny jokes. All courtesy of Fred and George Weasley.