Heaven Forbid(opened)

[Parisa]

Since the day she came to Earth and took his precious vessel she had been obsessed with doing human things. Her vessel was needed to kept clean and healthy, she did what normal humans did like fed her vessel, bathed her, made her go for runs every morning. Parisa enjoyed the things humans did in the morning to start their days: daily jog, bathe, picking out outfits, eating, brushing teeth and hair. This morning she sat at the end of the hotel bed with her vessel's cell phone, trying to figure it out, and watched the weather channel after a nice jog and shower. Her hair was wet and sticking to her face as she slid open the phone and looked at the buttons. The weather channel person explained it was going to be chilly but only enough for a light winter coat. Parisa made an effort to keep her vessel well covered in cold weather, she finished her light breakfast and sat the bowl in the sink while she walked, grabbed her hotel key, and walked out to her Shelby GT350 Mustang in the parking lot. She unlocked it's doors and climbed into the back where she kept her vessel's clothing. Quickly she sorted through them looking for a jacket of some sort, some pants and a shirt.

Ten minutes later she got out of the car and went back into her hotel with a pile of clothes in her hands. Parisa didn't have her day particularly planned besides breakfast at that cute little diner down the road. She quickly got jeans on and a top that matched the following, heaviest, jacket her vessel owned. Slipping on her converse high heels she turned off the television and walked out the door. Parisa kept the door unlocked simply because she knew she was coming right back out. She sat in the drivers seat and strapped herself in as she turned on the engine, shut the door, and checked her mirrors before putting the mustang in reverse. Now the angel couldn't figure out a cell phone but she was a damn good driver for one who had just learned about a month ago. She understood why people drove, it got them to their destinations faster, they were fun to drive, and they played music. Parisa didn't listen to music very often, she only listened to the device that was plugged into the car which shuffled through songs all the time and she often got odd songs from the shuffle.

It didn't take long before Parisa drove into the parking lot of the small diner and parked in the closest parking spot and set the car to park. Letting out a deep breath she unstrapped herself and turned between the seats to lean over and grab her vessel's wallet fro the floor board where she kept clothes over the top of it. Now with her wallet and keys in hand she opened the door, lock it, and got out. The diner was nicer looking inside that she had thought, with blue stoles, chairs, and seats for the booths. Parisa took a seat in a booth right by the door and faced herself towards it, she liked people watching, she often observed the ones who walked in and how they acted. The angel didn't even looked at the menu long, she saw the picture of what she wanted and didn't bother to look anymore. Parisa stuck her keys onto the key chain she had on her belt loop and sat her wallet in her pocket as she waited for a waiter or waitress. Her eyes soon wondered to the parking lot and road outside.

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[Jo Harvelle]

She was running down the hall, she wanted this to stop. She saw a light, as she ran she was gasping for air. Everything was screaming inside her. Her heart pounding so fast, as she slept on the outside. Her eyes closed and going crazy, she heard the sound of someone laughing at her. She didn't like this, but she stopped. She heard a loud bang, a sound right behind her. She turned, nothing there. But when she turned around, she saw a figure. She pointed a gun at this man, but before she could remove the safety on her gun. She found herself in the middle of the woods.

Jo shot up in bed, a bead of sweat trailed down her forehead. She was gasping for air, it actually scared her. She looked around, everything still. She looked on her bed side table, the gun still there. She was wide awake now, her eyes scan her clock, she sighed a bit. It was six in the morning, she hated waking up so early. But decided to get fixed up. She hopped into the shower, she moaned a little, enjoying the warm water on her skin. As she washed herself, she kept getting clips of Sam and Dean.

So very strange, but once out she got dried she got into blue jeans and a blue t-shirt. Looking up she needed to get ready to move. She grabbed her things and left, she put her keys in a slot, thank god she didn't have to give the owner the keys on site. She unlocked her truck and put her bag in the passenger seat. She was humming to herself, once she got into her truck. She was starving so she went to a little place down the road. When she got there, and went inside. She smiled and noticed it was really packed. She noticed a girl, tilting her head. Something about her, but she shook her head.

Jo walked to a booth beside her, she picked her meal on the menu and before she knew it. She grabbed her book from her bag and looked at it . It was like Dean and Sam's fathers book, she was reading she came across angels. She was curious, looking over at the girl.

[Parisa]

Now staring out the window, she scanned the area. There a few older cars in the parking lot, a few big trucks, she could easily identify which person in the diner had which car. At that thought she smiled and chuckled, some people where just predicable. Parisa stared out at the sky line until she noticed a new truck come into the parking lot, she was immediately drawn. Out of the truck came a thin female, she was rather pretty, holding a bag with her as she entered the diner. The angel wasn't sure why, but she had a feeling this girl was important in a way. As she opened the door and walked pass Parisa smiled, "good afternoon." the angel spoke in her accent, trying to be friendly to the girl.

The angel tried hard to keep herself under the radar, though. She didn't act like an angel, and the longer she stayed here the longer she acted human. She had learned to hold a conversation, to not be so awkward and always speak of God. The brunette studied humans long and hard, she wanted to know how they went on with their days, how they lived, what they did. She found humans to be so fascinating! She understood the love for music, the possessions, the family loving, the feeding, the loving, but she didn't understand the drinking, smoking, the guns, or the emotions. With every good thing the humans did there was always something bad coming from it. Parisa didn't understand the feelings they had, all she was gifted with was happiness and nourishment. As she stayed here on Earth with them she felt a whole lot more. Fear, sorrow, loneliness. The angel was fearful of this, though, she knew other angels that rebelled or just lost grace when developing emotions. This angel swore to herself up and down she would not loose faith.

Parisa was a good natured angel and that is how she landed her job as nourishment angel. She loved this job, even though she could hear the angels 24/7. Above the bickering of angels in her ears she heard a name she knew well of. It was always the same names over and over. Dean. Sam. John. They were all Winchesters, they were related and they were a big deal. The angels would talk for hours and hours about them and their future plans. Parisa placed her hand upon her head, the voices getting louder as they argued, sending Parisa's head in pain. "Why do they always do this when it's about those Winchesters?" The brunette mumbled, snapping her head back up when she heard the waitress at her table asking her if she wanted a refill on her cup of hot chocolate. "Oh, yes please, thank you very much." Parisa nodded and smiled with her blue eyes.

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