Title: Invitation
Summary: Lenore knew when the demonic army hit the surface. Her invitation to the party just came from an unlikely source.
They all knew when the demon's hit the surface. You couldn't miss the stench.
The angels cried. The psychics meditated. The demons that were already upside mourned their loss of notoriety.
Lenore wrinkled her nose. Demons weren't bad but she hated the smell of sulfur.
They all knew and they all waited. That many demons were an army. It was a plan. It had to be and they all waited for the plan to come to fruition. They waited for invitations to join the demonic army, which many would. Lenore was even considering it. Oh, but for a taste of real blood.
But nothing came. Nothing began.
Oh, you certainly knew they were there. Demons were lacking when it came to subtlety. There was news of possessions and infighting. Mostly infighting. It quickly became obvious that something had gone wrong. Nobody sent a demonic army without a determined leader. There was too much inherent pride to take that chance.
Then, the name became known: Sam Winchester.
Winchester; Lenore had heard the name. It was said in whispers and angry growls. She didn't know a face. She didn't stick around to hear the stories. Didn't want the trouble.
"It's a hunter?" she asked, a little disbelieving.
The girl, a demon, smirked. "The Winchester's are a family of hunters; daddy, brother, and little brother. I thought that was all old news. Where've you been?"
"Here, fighting extinction," she replied.
The demon nodded. "Fair enough. So, did you want in?"
Lenore almost laughed at the absurdity of it. An invitation was wanted within her clan but she wasn't taking it like this – a lone demon girl, a fractured army, and a hunter who was supposed to lead an army of the hunted. It wasn't a recipe for success.
She humored the girl. "What faction do you represent?"
The girl laughed. "Faction? Honey, there's one leader and anyone who thinks otherwise is kidding themselves."
"The hunter?"
"Ah, don't objectify him," she said, a hint of protectiveness in her voice. "He was among the bunch hand-picked by Lucifer. Azazel recommended him, backed his candidate 'til his dying day. That's a damn impressive resume."
It was, Lenore had to admit. "He's not entirely human, then."
"Of course not. You don't have to worry about that. Sammy is more than looks. Cute, though." As if to prove it, she pulled out a picture, a mug shot. Long hair, brown eyes, and Lenore knew that face.
"You already knew," Lenore pointed out.
"What? That you met him?" The demon shrugged. "Maybe."
Lenore looked back at the picture. Smart mouth, strong arms, and he saved her life.
She always paid her debts. "How do I talk to him?"
The demon made a tssking sound. "Not yet. Don't look at me like that. I'm something like his agent. Gotta' watch out for his future associations. When you run it by your clan, put the word out. The name is Ruby. I'll find you."
"Put the word out? Who would be willing to carry the message?"
Ruby stared at her. "Just because he hasn't met them yet, doesn't mean Sammy's lacking an army of his own. What kind of agent do you think I am?"
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