A/N: Just as promised, a new chapter exactly a week later. I had this one finished by the time I wrote the third one anyway, so I can't say it was too much trouble. This is the last chapter that really doesn't have much of a plot and is just them being childish little things and running around causing trouble. Not that that isn't fun, but this story is going to be more than that. I would know, I sat down planning the next twenty six chapters and then two of the possible sequel because I'd feel bad for you guys if I ended it permanently where I will.
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"Each man or woman was a mansion in a condition between grandness and disrepair, and even in a grand palace, sometimes a room existed in which no one but the resident would ever be welcome." —Dean Koontz, Breathless
A low growl found its way from the tired young woman's mouth as she opened her dark eyes, brought back from the depths of semi-unconsciousness by the chorus of Candy Shop by 50 Cent, the ringtone she'd jokingly assigned to her Trickster best-friend's number months ago. This was the ninth time he'd called her in the past couple days, after texting her relentlessly before that, to no avail. It had been a week since the Winchesters had left town and Gabriel had faked his death, and that was the last time they saw each other. Camryn would like to say it was because she was angry with him for scaring her like he did, and although that was initially the case, she could never stay mad at him for very long. No, the real truth that she was doing her best to deny was that she was terrified and remembering what she didn't want to remember. He'd seen her heal the copy of himself, and he therefore knew she wasn't human. It had been years since the last person who'd figured that out, and it hurt her to even think of the memories of that. She didn't want to answer his questions. She didn't know that she could. It had been so long...
"You ask one god damn question about what I did and I'm hanging up," Camryn warned in a dangerously annoyed tone, after flipping open the cover of her cutely decorated cell phone and answering his call. She couldn't ignore him forever, she grudgingly decided, pulling herself into a sitting position on her bed, still comfortably surrounded by an array of blankets and pillows.
"Wasn't going to, cupcake," was the reply she heard, and although her eyes rolled at the nickname, she felt her lips tug into a smile. It was almost like she missed him. "Someone's certainly grumpy tonight." She scoffed. Silly idea. She didn't miss people, that was definitely not her thing.
"Whatever. What do you want, Loki?" Camryn only called him by the name her research told her was the Pagan god's real one when she was serious or pissed off. Otherwise, it was usually Charlie or whatever pet name she could think of that would irritate him.
"Well, maybe a 'How are you today?' or a 'I'm sorry for ignoring all of your attempts at communication for the past week' would be nice," he replied, and she could almost hear him smirk over the phone.
"How about a 'Fuck you, you woke me up for no good reason just as I was falling asleep'?" she asked rhetorically, sarcasm dripping from her words.
"You definitely woke up on the wrong side of the bed," he answered, amused tone to his voice. "I thought I'd be extra nice and warn you that I was coming over. Good enough reason to wake you up?"
She sighed, flopping back down on her bed, phone still in hand. "No you're not."
"Be there in five, Cammie~," was all she heard before the line went dead. Not that she was surprised, it wasn't common for him to listen to her complaints. Camryn rolled lazily off the side of her bed, landing on her toes fairly quietly. She stood up, mumbling something about adopting a career as a ninja, and walked out the already open bedroom door and into the bathroom down the hall.
She looked at herself in the mirror. She looked tired, she decided. There were no telltale bags under her eyes, no, she didn't get those. Her eyes still held their usual light, and her skin didn't seem any paler than normal. It wasn't that, though; it wasn't that kind of tired, not a lack of sleep or physical exhaustion. It was a sort of tired she'd felt since the first night after her best friend's almost-death when she was up all night, staring at the roof of her bedroom, overcome with memories and possibilities and lack thereof. It was a kind of tired no amount of sleep or rest would fix.
Regardless, she pulled a brush through her dark hair. She was satisfied with her makeup, not seeing any smudges from when she went to bed an hour ago. She wasn't going to bother changing out of her tank top and red Hello Kitty shorts that were her pyjamas; they were more comfortable, and she wouldn't be going out again unless she was forced. It was late anyway. Camryn sighed again, making her way over to her inviting, dark brown couch and took her seat on it as she waited for her friend to make an appearance.
Normally, she'd be happy to see Gabriel. Despite their bickering, they were, undeniably, partners in crime. She supposed she wasn't exactly unhappy to see him, either. Apprehensive was more so the word. As long as he stayed true to his promise to not ask any questions, Camryn looked forward to it. Seeing him, interacting with him like usual, might just bring her back into the routine normalcy—if one could call a friendship with an archangel-turned-Trickster that—that she'd begun to miss. It would also, she hoped, distract her from the previously mentioned memories and worries that she'd recently become flooded with.
"Cammie," he greeted, voice cheerful as he made himself at home in her apartment, already raiding her pantry for the sweets they shared an appreciation for. As usual, he didn't bother with the tedious matter of coming through the door like a normal person, Camryn noticed.
"'Sup," she replied simply, giving a nod in his direction as a greeting. Upon hearing him warn, "Think fast!", she reached out her arm and turned a bit, catching the Twix bar he'd tossed in her direction. The raven-haired girl smiled a bit, immensely appreciating the fact that everything was normal, nothing had changed.
After grabbing two or three chocolate bars for himself, the archangel walked over to the couch to the right of Camryn's, sitting down with his feet up and crossed on her table. "What've you been doing that was apparently more important than talking to me? I, personally, can think of no such thing."
"I've been busy," she answered with a dismissive shrug, her usual playful grin gracing her features.
He rolled his eyes, "Right." But he dropped the subject after that, taking the hint that she wasn't going to answer him any more descriptively than she had. He opened one of the candy bars he'd taken a couple minutes earlier, after seeing Camryn do the same reminded him of them.
"So, no more pranks for a while, I guess," she stated questioningly, before savouring the taste of the first bite of the chocolate she'd been given. Well, she used the term 'given' loosely; it was hers to begin with.
"Nope," he replied, popping the 'p', as he leaned back on the couch, "Not unless we want the Winchesters, or other hunters, back here and ruining our fun. We'll have to lay low for a bit." He took a bite of his Twix bar.
Camryn nodded, saying nothing. She wasn't surprised, nor did she really mind. There were other ways to have fun, she knew, other than killing people in amusing ways. And she was determined to get herself out of this momentary slump she was in, and the best way to do so was have fun. The raven-haired girl was suddenly aware of her Trickster friend's eyes on her, no doubt curious about why she was acting so strangely, before sitting up straighter and looking over at him. "Well, that's boring. Give me five minutes to get changed, and we're going out," she said decidedly with a grin, as she stood up and walked down the hallway towards her bedroom.
Gabriel's eyebrow raised at her spontaneous mood change, but soon cracked a grin. He was glad she was back to normal, or seemed to be. And as long as she was, he figured he was allowed to be up to his usual antics, too. As soon as he heard her bedroom door close behind her, his grin widened.
Several seconds later, Camryn was in the middle of undressing when her friend's voice caused her to squeak in surprise.
"In all the time I've known you, I don't think I've ever been in your bedroom before," he stated with a smirk as he appeared, walking around the room as if the walls and windows were his main center of interest.
The young woman didn't waste a second before she picked up the book on her bedside table and flung it at the Trickster's head. Of course, it did no damage and only served to widen the smirk on the brown-haired man's lips. Regardless, she growled something about 'damn perverts' before quickly pulling a shirt on. "And you will never see it again, not under these circumstances," she replied with a slight smirk of her own, opening the door to walk out.
"Oh, I can certainly think of some other possible circumstances," he answered with a grin, following Camryn as she walked out of the room.
"Which are also not happening," she replied, dark eyes rolling. She grabbed her jacket from the couch and pulled it on, purse in hand as she opened her front door, holding it open for her friend.
His grin transformed into a fake pout as he followed her out, waiting out in the hall as she locked the door. "Aww, Cammie, you don't know what you're missing."
She simply chuckled as they walked down the hall to the elevator, a mischievous grin on her face; she knew exactly where they were going to go.
"We're breaking into an amusement park," Gabriel stated happily, childish smile on his face as Camryn did her best with the controls, turning on the rides one by one. The lights flickered on in the closed fun park, though she didn't know how long they had before the owners noticed and called the cops. The Trickster had estimated about twenty minutes, half an hour if they kept the carnival music off and Camryn didn't scream on the rollercoasters.
"Today was its last day open before they pack it up and move to another city, tonight's our last chance," she replied distractedly, her attention on the last of the switches that were lighting up the carnival. She grinned when she was sure they were all on, and stood up from her crouching position. "Besides, it's much more fun here when we have it all to ourselves."
His smile widened. "I've taught you so well," he said, playful grin still on his face as the pair made their way out of the control room and quickly into the colorfully lit amusement park awaiting them.
"Nah, we just both share a sense of what fun really is," she answered with a similar grin, skipping towards one of the food stands that was obviously closed. She didn't seem to care, opening the unlocked door at the back. Her grin widened further when she found several bags of pink and blue cotton candy on one of the shelves. She grabbed one for herself and tossed another to Gabriel, who caught it from behind, his attention on a ride called the Twister. Camryn hopped across the counter and walked over to him.
"Maybe so, but I'm still an awesome teacher," the archangel responded, hazel eyes fixed on the dangerous looking ride as he grinned. He walked over to the controls, flipping them on before quickly walking back to Camryn, grabbing her hand and pulling her to the seats of the ride that were slowly beginning to move.
Grin still on her face, she took a seat beside him and they pulled the protective bars over them to keep them from falling out. "Yeah, you are pretty awesome. Sometimes," she agreed, turning to wink playfully at him through the bars of the seats.
"All the time," he argued, raising his voice over the sound of the ride speeding up. She simply rolled her eyes, though her eyes held an excited glow to them as their seats started to spin, faster and faster, then began to flip all different directions. He noticed her hands gripping the security bars and couldn't help but smirk, quite enjoying the excitement of the ride himself. It went faster and faster, and Camryn started to laugh, genuinely having fun. Her laughter was contagious, Gabriel decided, and he laughed along with her.
Eventually, the ride began to slow down, and the security bars automatically moved back up. The two hopped out of their seats, a bit dizzy from all the spinning. Camryn opened her bag of cotton candy, ripping a piece of the fluffy, pink goodness from it and smiled, satisfied with its sugary taste. She found herself being dragged off to another ride by the archangel-turned-Trickster, and couldn't help but grin again. This had definitely been a good idea.
Twenty-five minutes later, it was Camryn who had pulled Gabriel to the only remaining ride, the one she insisted they save for last. She had decided that not only would she enjoy seeing the amusement park lights from up there, but it would give them a good view if the cops came while they were still there. And so the two sat side by side on one of the seats of the slowly rising ferris wheel, twinkling lights of the carnival becoming more widely visible as it got higher and higher up. The archangel insisted on rocking the seat back and forth in an attempt to scare the raven-haired girl, which only succeeded in making her laugh and help out with the shaking.
As their seat reached the very top of the ferris wheel, it stopped briefly as it was supposed to. They had stopped rocking the seat and sat in a comfortable silence, taking in the sparkling sight of the fun park beneath them.
It had been a while since either of them had been to a place like this, especially with the intention of simply having fun and acting like children. It had been relaxing, not having to plan anything or think ahead, just run around from ride to ride. Both of them had escaped their worries. That, and it was illegal, and they had both agreed that that fact made it 20% more fun than if it had been legal, like most other things.
Their silence was broken by the expected sound of a police siren, and the Gabriel and Camryn exchanged gleeful grins. They watched the single cop car drive down the road, turning into the parking lot of the amusement park as their seat neared the bottom. And in a second, they were gone with the faint sound of flapping wings, leaving a very confused police officer behind to search for the 'delinquent kids' who had broken into the park.
"Nearly everything that was fun, of course, was also a little dangerous; riding roller coasters, skydiving, gambling, sex." —Dean Koontz, Dark Rivers Of The Heart