Lo siento everyone, I haven't been on a computer for like two weeks now but tada! A chapter! Based off a post by someone on tumblr about nomadic!Dani and in spn 09x01. Thanks for your reviews guys, they mean so much to me seriously =w=


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Honestly, Dani knows that even if the guy sees her, no one will believe him.

The guy looks so pitiful, his clothes all dirty and junk, like who would not think he's a junkie or something; some corporate monkey who had a bit of a break in standards or something, who knows, right? She floats near her washer, invisible, and flips to the next page of her comic before closing it around her fingers. He glances around, eyes sliding right over her, and chooses a washer down from hers. She only makes no noise because the guy looks like one good scare will send him into cardiac arrest.

She twists her face up at the trail of black the guy leaves behind and the mottled grey skin peeking out from beneath feathers of obsidian on painfully bent wings. He's nothing new really to all the other creatures she's meet over the United States, but definitely one of the more human ones living something of a good human life. But. Perhaps not so good anymore, she muses somberly as he starts to strip off his clothes, placing them almost gingerly into the washing machine. The guy looks close to complete exhaustion, filthy with sweat and who knows what else.

It's when he's counting the change in his hand that his stomach decides to gurgle in noisy hunger. He looks nearly to tears at the choice suddenly before him, eyes suddenly shiny in the light. Maybe her earlier thoughts were wrong. Just so very wrong. A disservice, somehow. But she does nothing as he chooses food, biting her lip at the stricken look taking over his face as he merely closes the washing machine, and shuffles slowly over to the vending machine in his boxers.

The first coin slides into the machine and.

Dani's plunging her free hand into the coin slot of the dryer next to her's before she even really thinks about it, hands closing around a fistful of assorted coins and pulling them out without a single, full thought before she's floating over toward his washer. It's just... that it feels like the guy could use being dealt a good hand today. Maybe more but she can't do much more than this, even if it is cheating the store. She counts out the coins, slipping them into the slot and leaving the rest on top, and twists the knobs before pushing them in with a loud crank.

The washing machine starts up, and the man jumps, whirling around, crooked wings flaring slightly. He sees nothing, Dani knows this. But. When his startled blue eyes are just drifting over her, Dani isn't sure she imagines the brief pause when their eyes meet.

Good luck, she thinks.