WHEW! Another chapter for yall! Hope you like this one cuz I enjoyed writing it! There a lil short cameo of my friends character Zuriel whom I love!!! Please comment and stuff, I need me some m o t I V a t I O N
Thael sighed, the sound quiet and tired. She was curled up on her couch, scrolling through her phone. Not much was happening in the world, besides the murders of course. She giggled, they still had no idea who was doing it. Hell! They didn't even know if they were suicides or murders!
Thael stood up, flicking her hand as the speaker started playing.
"Marconi plays the mumba! Listen to the radio!"
She grinned, dancing along, oh good! She loved this song.
"Dont cha remember?! We Built this city! We built this city on rock and roll!"
Thael sang along, sashaying into her kitchen and swiping a Twix from the counter. The wrapper crinkled as she pulled it off and nibbled at it, still dancing to the music echoing from the living room.
Her apartment was large for an apartment, with a big bedroom, two bathrooms, kitchen and living room. The decor looked like it had been pulled from ancient Greece mixed together with 19th century paintings. White and rose gold, pink tint everywhere and silk was draped over the glass coffee table, candles resting on top of the slippery fabric. It was luxurious to say the least. And she hadn't paid for any of it.
She giggled again, wandering back into the living room and looking around. Thael sighed, closing her eyes for a moment, searching for her friends mind. That familiar happy grace tingled in the base of her skull and she grinned, calling out to the angel it belonged to.
Thael opened her eyes, grinning at the new angel who had appeared infront of her.
"Zuri!" She chirped, launching herself at her friend, she hugged her tightly before letting her go again, and flopping onto the leather couch.
Zuri raised her eyebrows at her flirty friend, tilting her head slightly. "Thael, what have you been up to?! The News says that people have been dying and it has your signature all over it!!" She scolded and Thael rolled her eyes, she knew this was coming. Zuriel always disproved of her 'sacrafical killings', depending on the person of course. It was part of the reason Thael only went after the gross, horrible ones.
She groaned quietly, tilting her head back as her dark curls pooled around her shoulders, "Yeah Zuri, but I'm tired of being ignored! No one worships me anymore! I don't get the power I want without sacrafices!" She flicked her hand, grinning at the glass of champagne that appeared in her smooth hands before pouting again. She sipped her drink, looking up at her friend as she sat down on the chair across from Thael.
Zuriel shook her head at her friend, she was fun to hang out with, not to mention gorgeous and had constant spunk, but wow... she was a handfull. A bit of a psycho too being honest.
"Listen Thael... you can't go around killing people! You've heard of the Winchesters! You know that they've started killing angels?!"
Thael raised her penciled brows. "Have they now..." she muttered, sipping her drink and looking out the window through the sheer curtains.
Zuri nodded, her short bangs bouncing frantically. "Yeah! They have!" She was sounding exasperated with the other lady. Their vessels were only a year apart, but in all reality Thael was quite a bit older than Zuriel, still though Zuri managed to mother Thael quite a bit. Telling her stop her 'psychotic childish behavior'.
Thael sighed, her flirty attitude fading away slightly now that she realized she was in slight danger. Depending on how good the Winchesters actually were at hunting.
"Zuri. Darling. I'll be fine! Remember last time hunters messed with me?~" she purred, a grin sneaking back onto her face. Zuri sighed, oh yes she did. "Didn't end well for the hunters!" Thael chirped, downing the rest of her champagne before the glass vanished.
Zuri shook her head again, practically face palming. "Fine Thael. Just... try and be more careful?" She muttered and Thael grinned, fluttering her long eyelashes in mock innocence.
"Of course!" She was about to add something when Zuriel dissapeared with a faint flutter of wings. Thael rolled her eyes, that grin still on her face. "Rude!" She quipped, even though no one could hear her.
Sam and Dean stood near the garish yellow caution tape, their heads leaned close together as they talked.
Dean looked over his shoulder at the body, still lying exposed in the parking lot's corner. Vincent Regai had been his name. Quite a big deal in the fashion business apperently.
"Dean? Dean!" Sam snapped, shifting so he stood in his brothers line of sight with an incredulous look. "Dean are you listening to me?"
Dean snapped out of it, looking at Sam and blowing air out of his nose. "Yeah. Yeah of course I am," he nodded and Sam rolled his eyes.
"Alright, well like I was saying. The vic was apperently seen leaving the restaurant with a certain Thael Rose," Dean raised his eyebrows at her name, his lips twitching slightly.
"You didn't tell me there was hookers in this case," he joked, a lopsided grin pulling on his mouth. Sam sighed, his eyes rolling again.
"Dean!" He scolded and Dean huffed.
"Yeah yeah, fine." He muttered, nodding at a passing police officer, the officer nodded back before continuing on.
Dean sighed again, pulling the Impalas keys out of his jackets large pocket as he strode toward the sleek car, Sam following behind.
The brothers climbed into their respective sides, Sam flipping through their fathers hunting journal, looking for anything to help identify the thing they were after.
"Any luck?" Dean asked, shifting the car into reverse after starting it, the engine letting off a revving purr.
Sam shook his head, his hair falling from behind his ears before he swiped it back. "Not really." He muttered, biting the inside of his cheek, "all the things we thought it could be don't line up with this." He added, continueing reading the page about love sprites. Nasty little creatures.
Dean glanced at his brother from the corner of his eyes, "What if it's not a case?"
"Dean! It is a case! Did you not see the vic back there?" Sam questioned, exasperated. He gestured with his hands as he spoke, tired of Dean constantly saying it wasn't 'their type of thing'.
Dean stretched his fingers out in surrender, keeping his palms on the Impalas steering wheel as he turned off onto the street the police had given them for Thaels apartment. "Look man, it could be. It could be a case, but the way it's been lookin so far seems like it isnt!" Dean countered, focusing on the road ahead as they approached the turnoff.
Sam rolled his eyes, he seemed to be doing an awful lot of that lately. "Whatever Dean. Let's just question Ms. Rose and then we'll see." He grumbled, "jerk"
"Bitch," Dean replied, pulling into a parking spot infront of the large building. He whistled through his teeth. The building just screamed 'wealthy'. It nearly looked like a hotel in the middle of the fashionable city. The awning was held up by slim, Roman pillars and rose bushes sprouted from the base of them, winding up the cold poles. It had atleast ten floors, probably more, the windows were large and spread evenly on each floor, the sills carved with all sorts of plants and figures, all intricate and detailed.
Sam huffed, impressed by the architecture of the building before following his shorter brother in. It felt weird going into such a fancy place even though him and Dean were both wearing their cheap FBI suits. It didn't feel quite... sophisticated enough.
Dean seemed to have no such qualms and strode in like he owned the place, tapping on the marble and metal counter that served as the front desk.
"Hi, yes we're looking for a certain Thael Rose." The older brother said to the desk attendee, he flashed the man with his faked FBI badge and Sam watched as the man's face flushed slightly. The usual reaction to the authorities showing up and asking for someone.
"Yes-yes yes of course! Just give me a moment to see what suite she's in!" The man scurried through a wooden door behind the desk.
Dean nodded at him before he dissapeared, looking around after. He pointed to a carving of a naked woman holding up a bowl that contained flowers. "Not bad huh?" He joked, looking at Sam. The younger brother just scoffed, closing his eyes with a sigh.
"Really dean?" He muttered, his attention returning to the man as he returned.
"Ms. Rose will be down in a moment gentlemen! Feel free to wait in the lobby." He babbled, gesturing to the large waiting are in the center of the room. The Winchesters nodded and made their way over, sitting in the comfortable couches and chairs. Sam fidgeted awkwardly while Dean just sat still, his green eyes scanning the inside of the building as he sat, seeming to make sure to take up as much couch as he could without actually lying down.