Calling All Angels

Chapter 4

By: Nixdragon

Jayden's next thrill was to buy a motorcycle.

To anyone else it would have seemed a step-down but after decades of knowing that everything they needed to kill monsters was locked in the trunk, buying a vehicle with no storage space and no protective chassis to surround her… It had been enough to make her hesitate for the month she'd spent on her own.

She still wasn't sure why she'd followed Sam in the first place. Some look she'd caught in his eye. Some look haunting her from when Dean had made that deal. She wondered sometimes if Bea and Cass had really absorbed that one day when Sam had been the dead brother-had had time to before they were threatened with Dean's loss instead. All she remembered was Dean finding her in the Impala, gearing up to go out in a blaze of glory and vengeance and asking her to do him a favor first.

The motorcycle didn't seem too bad, now that she thought about it.

And you had to wear long sleeves and pants to ride a motorcycle so no one could guess she was now a walking weapons locker. It was a good workout, too-all the weight she had on her at any given time.

Jayden thought of this as a knife strapped to her forearm dug into her forehead. She was resting her eyes, head, and arms lying across the handlebars as she waited for the local electronics store to open. The bike was finally cooling off from the ride over and she was debating starting it up again when she heard the click of locks

Twenty-five minutes of resting-bitch-face later Jayden was back on the motorcycle and realizing that she had nowhere to throw her trash. She stomped back into the store, slammed the box and instructions into the bathroom garbage with a force that made the tiny 5'1" store clerk squeak in terror and stormed out again to rev up her motorcycle.

The brand new phone, still updating and a little overwhelmed by Jayden's 32 missed calls and 54 text messages, was tossed ignored into Jayden's backpack.

Jayden roared off down the street, slamming down the faceguard of a helmet with a pattern of pastel skulls meant to look like flowers from far away.

It was time to get some f***ing breakfast.

…

Jayden sat in a cafe, glaring at her phone over a croissant and some weird herbal tea, mind debating what must have happened if Cass and Bea were both trying to call her.

Was Bobby dead? Maybe Cass or Bea was dead and one of them was using both phones to try to get through. Maybe they'd found out Sam was making out with demons. Maybe… Did she know anyone else who could be dead? Or after her? Maybe somebody new was after her. That made sense.

Oh, and she'd just spent two days without a phone, ignoring their calls in a world where people made deals with demons to get their dead brothers back-not that she'd ever considered such a thing.

Jayden sent a text to Bea and then copied it to send to Cass.

"I'm alive. Eff off. Off you should eff."

She considered elaborating but caffeine was more appealing.

By the time she'd finished her breakfast, she'd forgotten the whole thing. She wiped her mouth with a napkin, put her dishes in the bin, and stomped outside to her new bike. She stopped then, considering it.

It really was the most inconvenient thing. Maybe she should get a sidecar. Then she could toss all her things inside instead of living out of a backpack and occasional trips to break into Bobby's house to sneak Cassidy's clothes. Maybe she could make Sam ride in it. That would be amazing.

"Nice bike. New?"

Oh, damn it. A curious man.

"Mmm."

"Not very practical is it though. Not for a hunter, at least."

Jayden felt her throat constrict. She knew that voice. She knew no demon or whatever would ever dream that a person would reveal they were alive this way. She knew that Cass and Bea wouldn't have messaged her about a fake-they would have just killed it.

"Sam's up north. I can take you to his hotel."

"That's great. And what about you?" He gripped her by the shoulder and turned her roughly around. "You don't seem surprised." He growled.

Jayden, fighting off tears, refused to look up. "Meh. I've had dead brothers before. They always pop up eventually."

"Gee, Jayden. You sure know how to make a guy feel loved."

"F*** you." Jayden finally felt something-four months worth of anger. She shoved him back a half step. "You… you just… you didn't even… And then you… F*** you, Dean."

"Woah, Woah, woah." Dean held up his hands a backed out of reach, getting pissed himself. "You're mad I'm back?"

"I'm still mad you fricking died in the first place but you're not supposed to be mad at the fricking dead so I don't know, it's been… Everything fell apart without you, Dean. I thought it would be like when Dad died. But it wasn't. And you just…You didn't even try to stay with us."

Jayden dissolved into angry tears and fought off the urge to kick her motorcycle over.

"Yeah? Well, can I say something?"

"No. Let's go find freaking Sam."

"Jayden." Jayden turned to find her sisters.

"What?"

"Well, both of us chose to be angry at him before discovering it was actually him so…" Bea rolled her eyes.

"Bea pulled a knife on him," Cassidy added.

Jayden scowled. "You're always the one who gets to pull knives on people." She clambered onto the motorcycle. "So, family reunion time?" She asked.

"Family reunion." Dean agreed.

Jayden swallowed hard as they walked away, heading off to their own vehicle. She pulled out her phone again, entering a number for a hunter buddy.

'Find me something to kill. Near Illinois please.'

She could take them to Sam.

But hell if she was gonna hang around for the s***storm that would explode when they got there.