Post by silent.lullaby on Oct 22, 2009 15:08:10 GMT -5
Sweeter Than Heaven [Supernatural] Hotter Than Hell (3) The Night Will Go As Follows
Inside the residence of Mrs Jackie Smith and daughter Miss Carrie Smith was the lingering scent of rot and death. Gabriel shoved his lock pick back into his pocket and we did a quick sweep of the lower floor, Gabriel with his Desert Eagle in hand, me with my standard issue Glock 17. We met back at the stairs and we exchanged a glance, before he started taking the stairs first and I quickly followed. The scent of death was stronger here, and I doubted that this place would be sellable in the near future.
“That’s not even right,” Gabriel shoved his gun in the back of his pants and pulled the neck of his black sweatshirt over his nose.
I pinched my nose and stepped into the room. The crime scene cleaner had been here, but the blood had stained the white walls and dripped into the cracks between the floorboards. “This isn’t the work of a vampire,” I commented, “vamps are much more efficient, they wouldn’t have made such a mess with the blood.”
“I’m still thinking Shapeshifter, I mean,” he shrugged, “what else takes the embodiment of something else?”
I shrugged, “I wish...” I stopped before I let the rest of my weakness slip. Gabriel looked to me for a quick second before quickly looking away, he knew exactly what I was wishing and really didn’t want to hear it.
We left the townhouse and stepped out onto the street. We walked in silence the two blocks to where we had parked the Monte Carlo. After all, such a bright fabulous car was an attention grabber. I climbed into the drivers seat and shoved down the parking brake before taking off down the street.
Back at the bed and breakfast we both made our way to our room, dead on our feet. I fell onto the bed, I wasn’t use to getting up so early. Staying up late was part of the job, but getting up wasn’t my forte. I fell asleep with my clothes on, and dreamt of blood spattered rooms and black eyed people.
By the time Gabriel and I awoke the next morning, breakfast was no longer offered so we took turns in the bathroom getting ready before taking the Monte Carlo to a local diner for lunch. “Maybe we should try to get some help in on this one?” I said as the waitress came over and I quickly snapped my laptop shut.
“What can I get for you two?”
“Coffee for me, and can I get the poutine?” I asked, the waitress nodded with a bob of her long blonde hair before she looked to my brother.
“Coffee for me too please, and the burger and fries,” Gabriel ordered putting the menu down on top of mine.
“What would you like on your burger?” She asked.
“Mustard, ketchup, relish, onions, tomatoes, and pickles.” I shook my head and sighed. Yay. Onions. It’s just like Gabriel to make my day even more miserable.
“Alright, I’ll be right back with the coffee,” she spun on her heel and headed back toward the kitchen.
“I’m so sick of fries and burgers and fries with burgers, and gravy and cheese on fries. You think it’s variety, but it’s all a lie,” I laid down on the booth dramatically clutching my chest.
“Wow, could you be anymore over dramatic?” Gabriel asked peering over the table with a slight smirk on his face.
“I’m not being over dramatic,” I argued sitting up. “I have the arteries of a sixty year old man. It’s damn unhealthy.”
The waitress came back clunking down two mugs and filling them each with a mug of steaming hot coffee. She took a few creamers from her apron and set them down on the table, “your food will be here in just a few minutes.”
Gabriel poured in two milks and four sugars into his coffee, while I sipped on mine black, the way I preferred it. “So what is our next move?” I asked him taking a great gulp of my coffee, the caffeine hitting my system quickly.
Gabriel rubbed the stubble on his chin while deep in thought, brought out of it when our meals appeared. “Anything else?” The pretty blonde waitress asked.
“No, we’re good,” Gabriel responded reading her name tag, “Joanne.” She smiled and left. “I think what is next is maybe asking her number.”
I rolled my eyes, “really? With all that is going on, you think that asking some chick out is your best move.” He shrugged with a big grin on his face before taking a bite of his burger. I shook my head and picked up my fork stabbing the curd and fries slathered in gravy before popping a few into my mouth.
“Hey, Jo,” I turned my head slowly to see two guys approaching the waitress who had been serving us. She walked to the counter, “heard you were working a job and needed a bit of help?”
She started scanning the room and I quickly went back to eating another bite spinning the melted cheese on my fork. “Yes, mom and I have been working on a case but we can’t seem to get a handle on this thing.”
“Well what is it?” The shorter one asked.
“Not here,” she whispered. “There is a quiet bar down on the east side of town. Meet me there at nine.”
“Audrey?”
I looked up to my brother, “hmm?”
“You zoned out, were you eavesdropping on someone’s conversation?” I kicked him under the table as Joanne the waitress approached our table again.
“Need a top up?” She asked holding the coffee mug. I nodded and Gabriel declined politely. She went back behind the counter.
“I think the waitress is a hunter.”
“A working hunter?” Gabriel asked. “Guess she sucks at poker.”
I rolled my eyes, “she said her and her mother were working a job, the two guys there,” I pointed with my fork, “the ones ordering some burgers to go, seems they are the cavalry. Meeting in a bar at the east side of town, nine o’clock.”
“And you want to check it out?”
“Don’t you?” I asked, “maybe they know what this thing is. It could help us in further hunts even if they take care of this one.”
Gabriel popped a fry in his mouth while he mulled it over. “I guess you are right.”
I gave a sharp nod before beginning to devour my food. I watched the two young men leave the diner. I gulped back the coffee and pushed the tray away after finishing it. “I shouldn’t have eaten all that,” I complained as I stood. I pulled out a wad of cash from my back pocket and dropped a five down on the table. Gabriel went to the front to pay and I accompanied him as quickly as possible. Nothing like a sister to be a cock block. The last thing I needed was Gabriel getting involved with someone. Or maybe that was just the biggest thing I feared. I pushed it out of my mind and we exited the diner and I tossed him the keys. “We headed back to the B and B?”
“You ain’t intending on going to a bar lookin’ like that are you?” I looked down, he was right. I looked like a fed. I shook my head. “Didn’t think so.” We both got into the car and Gabriel started it up, purring to life and we took off toward our temporary home.
Inside the residence of Mrs Jackie Smith and daughter Miss Carrie Smith was the lingering scent of rot and death. Gabriel shoved his lock pick back into his pocket and we did a quick sweep of the lower floor, Gabriel with his Desert Eagle in hand, me with my standard issue Glock 17. We met back at the stairs and we exchanged a glance, before he started taking the stairs first and I quickly followed. The scent of death was stronger here, and I doubted that this place would be sellable in the near future.
“That’s not even right,” Gabriel shoved his gun in the back of his pants and pulled the neck of his black sweatshirt over his nose.
I pinched my nose and stepped into the room. The crime scene cleaner had been here, but the blood had stained the white walls and dripped into the cracks between the floorboards. “This isn’t the work of a vampire,” I commented, “vamps are much more efficient, they wouldn’t have made such a mess with the blood.”
“I’m still thinking Shapeshifter, I mean,” he shrugged, “what else takes the embodiment of something else?”
I shrugged, “I wish...” I stopped before I let the rest of my weakness slip. Gabriel looked to me for a quick second before quickly looking away, he knew exactly what I was wishing and really didn’t want to hear it.
We left the townhouse and stepped out onto the street. We walked in silence the two blocks to where we had parked the Monte Carlo. After all, such a bright fabulous car was an attention grabber. I climbed into the drivers seat and shoved down the parking brake before taking off down the street.
Back at the bed and breakfast we both made our way to our room, dead on our feet. I fell onto the bed, I wasn’t use to getting up so early. Staying up late was part of the job, but getting up wasn’t my forte. I fell asleep with my clothes on, and dreamt of blood spattered rooms and black eyed people.
By the time Gabriel and I awoke the next morning, breakfast was no longer offered so we took turns in the bathroom getting ready before taking the Monte Carlo to a local diner for lunch. “Maybe we should try to get some help in on this one?” I said as the waitress came over and I quickly snapped my laptop shut.
“What can I get for you two?”
“Coffee for me, and can I get the poutine?” I asked, the waitress nodded with a bob of her long blonde hair before she looked to my brother.
“Coffee for me too please, and the burger and fries,” Gabriel ordered putting the menu down on top of mine.
“What would you like on your burger?” She asked.
“Mustard, ketchup, relish, onions, tomatoes, and pickles.” I shook my head and sighed. Yay. Onions. It’s just like Gabriel to make my day even more miserable.
“Alright, I’ll be right back with the coffee,” she spun on her heel and headed back toward the kitchen.
“I’m so sick of fries and burgers and fries with burgers, and gravy and cheese on fries. You think it’s variety, but it’s all a lie,” I laid down on the booth dramatically clutching my chest.
“Wow, could you be anymore over dramatic?” Gabriel asked peering over the table with a slight smirk on his face.
“I’m not being over dramatic,” I argued sitting up. “I have the arteries of a sixty year old man. It’s damn unhealthy.”
The waitress came back clunking down two mugs and filling them each with a mug of steaming hot coffee. She took a few creamers from her apron and set them down on the table, “your food will be here in just a few minutes.”
Gabriel poured in two milks and four sugars into his coffee, while I sipped on mine black, the way I preferred it. “So what is our next move?” I asked him taking a great gulp of my coffee, the caffeine hitting my system quickly.
Gabriel rubbed the stubble on his chin while deep in thought, brought out of it when our meals appeared. “Anything else?” The pretty blonde waitress asked.
“No, we’re good,” Gabriel responded reading her name tag, “Joanne.” She smiled and left. “I think what is next is maybe asking her number.”
I rolled my eyes, “really? With all that is going on, you think that asking some chick out is your best move.” He shrugged with a big grin on his face before taking a bite of his burger. I shook my head and picked up my fork stabbing the curd and fries slathered in gravy before popping a few into my mouth.
“Hey, Jo,” I turned my head slowly to see two guys approaching the waitress who had been serving us. She walked to the counter, “heard you were working a job and needed a bit of help?”
She started scanning the room and I quickly went back to eating another bite spinning the melted cheese on my fork. “Yes, mom and I have been working on a case but we can’t seem to get a handle on this thing.”
“Well what is it?” The shorter one asked.
“Not here,” she whispered. “There is a quiet bar down on the east side of town. Meet me there at nine.”
“Audrey?”
I looked up to my brother, “hmm?”
“You zoned out, were you eavesdropping on someone’s conversation?” I kicked him under the table as Joanne the waitress approached our table again.
“Need a top up?” She asked holding the coffee mug. I nodded and Gabriel declined politely. She went back behind the counter.
“I think the waitress is a hunter.”
“A working hunter?” Gabriel asked. “Guess she sucks at poker.”
I rolled my eyes, “she said her and her mother were working a job, the two guys there,” I pointed with my fork, “the ones ordering some burgers to go, seems they are the cavalry. Meeting in a bar at the east side of town, nine o’clock.”
“And you want to check it out?”
“Don’t you?” I asked, “maybe they know what this thing is. It could help us in further hunts even if they take care of this one.”
Gabriel popped a fry in his mouth while he mulled it over. “I guess you are right.”
I gave a sharp nod before beginning to devour my food. I watched the two young men leave the diner. I gulped back the coffee and pushed the tray away after finishing it. “I shouldn’t have eaten all that,” I complained as I stood. I pulled out a wad of cash from my back pocket and dropped a five down on the table. Gabriel went to the front to pay and I accompanied him as quickly as possible. Nothing like a sister to be a cock block. The last thing I needed was Gabriel getting involved with someone. Or maybe that was just the biggest thing I feared. I pushed it out of my mind and we exited the diner and I tossed him the keys. “We headed back to the B and B?”
“You ain’t intending on going to a bar lookin’ like that are you?” I looked down, he was right. I looked like a fed. I shook my head. “Didn’t think so.” We both got into the car and Gabriel started it up, purring to life and we took off toward our temporary home.