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It was awkward. No, it was more than awkward sitting in Ryan Mitchel's small apartment next to an angel who hated her and a frightened man whom had been attacked by a demon. Blaise took a deep breath and locked eyes with the timid man sitting across from her in the small living room.
Ryan Mitchel was a small man. Most likely reaching about five feet and six inches in height, weighing in at at most one hundred and forty pounds the man was by no means a giant. He had dishevelled blond hair that looked as if it hadn't seen a shower in a week and could use a trim. His face was gaunt with the beginnings of an equally dishevelled beard coming in. His pale green eyes were dull and sunken into his skull. The man was clearly exhausted and dangerously close to a mental breakdown.
He might have been better off if the demon hadn't let him live, Blaise thought to herself, He's in rough shape here. The girl straightened the tie to her black suit and cleared her throat to begin the questions.
"I'm terribly sorry to make you relive this horrible incident Mr. Mitchel, but I need to know exactly what happened to you that night," Blaise said, keeping her voice quiet and gentle so as not to agitate the man. Castiel sat quietly next to her, observing her body language as she interacted with Ryan. For someone he would have pegged to be in their early twenties, the girl clearly had experience dealing with traumatized people. Ryan's gaze shifted nervously from Blaise, to Castiel and back to Blaise. The girl gave Ryan a small reassuring nod and smile, encouraging him to tell them his story.
Ryan closed his eyes, frowning slightly and took a deep breath before beginning, "I was walking home from work last week, it was close to midnight I think, and I heard someone walking up behind me. I turned around and saw just this woman. I didn't think anything of it right away, she was average height and build with short black hair.
"I turned back in the direction I was walking but a small part of my mind kept a tab on the woman. I don't know why, but I was getting an eerie feeling from her. I quickened my pace and I could hear her speed up too. I was practically running by the time I got back here but that's when she. . ." Ryan choked up, he began taking deep raggedy breaths. Blaise reached across the kitchen table to lay her hand on his in an attempt to calm the man down.
"It's alright Mr. Mitchell, take your time," she said soothingly. Ryan looked up at her gratefully, giving the girl his own small smile.
"Thank you Agent Sheen," Ryan said as he continued on with his account of the attack, "When I got back here I turned around but she wasn't there. I felt so relieved but couldn't shake the creeped out feeling I had. As I was taking out my key she attacked from behind me. We fell down pretty hard and the next thing I knew was that she was on top of me with a knife to my neck and her eyes were completely black. You know? There was no white, no iris and not even any pupil. It was just black, like looking down a deep well." Ryan shuddered and hugged himself.
"Did she say anything to you?" Castiel asked before Blaise had the chance. The angel had remained quiet but felt that the question wasn't crossing any lines. Ryan looked up at him as if seeing him for the first time and nodded.
"Yeah actually, she did say something," the man's gaze trailed off into the distance. Blaise leaned forward slightly in her seat.
"What did she say Mr. Mitchel? It could aid us in finding her so that this doesn't happen to anyone else," Blaise said in her best FBI tone, trying to get the man's attention again. Ryan looked back at her, his eyes still glazed over.
"It's actually weird, it was like she knew you would come here Agent Sheen," Castiel glanced at Blaise, but the girl was still stone-faced. Ryan continued, "She wanted me to tell you that 'He's waiting'. I have no idea what that means though, I'm sorry."
After the two were finished talking to Ryan, Blaise and Castiel began walking back to the motel to meet Sam and Dean. Blaise hadn't said much after what Ryan had said and Castiel could tell that the girl was rather shaken up from the encounter.
"Do you know what he meant by 'He's waiting'?" Castiel asked. He wasn't especially keen on striking up a conversation with the Nephilim, but he was quite curious about the situation. It seemed that she might know exactly what Ryan had meant.
"I might have a theory, but I have no idea whom this he could be," Blaise stated. Her mind briefly giggled at the unintentional rhyme but it didn't last long. Could this have anything to do with my nightmare? This though had been running through her head ever since the blond man had uttered those words. Suddenly Castiel went rigid beside her. Blaise stopped walking and turned to the angel.
"We're being followed," was all he said before disappearing with the sound of feathers, among a sidewalk full of people. Blaise's heart stopped momentarily as she spun around to make sure no one noticed that her companion of just a moment ago was suddenly gone. With a sigh of relief she pulled out her phone and dialled Dean's number.
As soon as the familiar music began blaring from Dean's phone the hunter snatched it from where it lay on his motel bed and answered it. Sam was sitting at the small table in the room when Castiel suddenly appeared, without Blaise.
"Yeah, he just zapped in," Dean was saying to the person on the phone, "Okay, I'll put you on speaker."
"YOU IDIOT!" Were the first words that blasted through the phone's tiny speaker. On the other side Blaise was getting weird looks from passersby but she didn't care, she was savagely angry, "You don't just go and teleport when you're standing on a busy sidewalk! What if someone had seen you?!" At this point Blaise was whisper yelling and it took all of Dean's willpower not to laugh at the scene he was imagining in his mind.
Sam gave Castiel a 'seriously?' look that the angel just shrugged in response to. Sam shook his head and turned to the phone in Dean's hand.
"So what's up?" the younger Winchester brother asked. He could hear Blaise exhale long and slow on the line.
"Turns out angel boy there sensed someone following us so he took off," Blasie explained, "I'm heading to a bar called the White Water Tavern, meet me there and we can go over what we've got." Dean and Sam exchanged glances, they knew that if Blaise was being followed then she'd rather be out in a public place. The girl was slightly paranoid which was an excellent trait for a hunter.
"Okay kiddo, we'll meet you there," Dean said, "it's not far from here, we'll be right there."
Blaise hung up her phone, still miffed at Castiel's action. Not to mention he'd just left her there. Sure, she had the same ability to teleport too albeit not very far. But she knew the danger of doing that in public. With a sigh the girl sat down heavily at the bar, propping her head in the palm of her hand. The bartender, a tall and well muscled man sauntered over to stand in front of the girl.
"I hope you have ID there little lady," he drawled in that thick Arkansas accent. He was grinning and was quite handsome with warm chocolate brown eyes and cropped light brown hair. The name tag on his shirt read James. Blaise hauled her FBI ID out of her pocket, sure it was fake but it had her real birth date on it. The man behind the bar gave the girl a knowing look and asked what she wanted to drink.
"I'll have a Manhattan please," Blaise said without missing a beat. James looked impressed.
"Ah, she wants a big boy drink," he grinned and Blaise just gave him a look that made him laugh out loud. Even his laugh was attractive. James went about making her drink and in no time had placed the glass in front of Blaise on the bar. The girl took no time at all downing the drink and James crossed his arms and just looked at her, he was truly impressed now.
"A girl that can down a Manhattan in less than a minute is alright in my books," the man chuckled as he poured her another one. Much like the first, Blaise downed that one as well. As soon as the glass hit the bar she knew something was wrong. Liquor never hit her this hard, not this quick. Putting a hand to her head Blaise looked up at James.
"Washroom?" She asked. James was at her side in a matter of minutes and had taken her elbow to guide the girl to the washrooms. Once they'd reached the back of the building where the washrooms were located James turned from a kind bartender in seconds. Blaise looked up at him and her stomach dropped. His eyes were black.
"You stupid, stupid girl," James was grinning again, but there was nothing but malice in his look now, "for a Nephilim, it really didn't take long to get your guard down. Pity, I was hoping for a fight." The last thing Blaise heard was James' laughter as she collapsed in his arms.
And here we go! The end of chapter 4! I wanted to make it longer, but the word count was getting kinda ridiculous and I have to go to work soon haha. So here's another cliff hanger for you all.
What's gonna happen to Blaise? Where are Sam, Dean and Castiel? Will they find her? And who is the mysterious man waiting for Blaise? All will eventually be revealed so tune in and expect more chapters soon! Thanks again for reading and faving and reviewing!