Chapter Eight
Levarra wrinkled her nose, dust was everywhere threatening her nose and eyes with allergies.
She gave a disgruntled cough, a demon with allergies that is a horrible joke. She squinted at the shelf, trying to make out the spines of the old books with the help of one dim dirty lightbulb in the old library.
Pulling four tomes off the shelves she backed from the room and ducked back through the cobwebs into the luxurious study.
Mahogany wood and bright lights. No doubt a design of her demon Fathers.
She dropped into a wingback chair just as her cellphone buzzed in the pocket of her sweatpants.
She set the books on a coffee table pulling her phone out and open Dean's text.
Finished this last job. Everything went as well as it could.
She sat back in the chair reaching up to dust a cobweb from her bangs. Her thumbs moving across the buttons.
Good, give me a call if you need me
She shut the phone and picked up a book, blowing dust off the cover. It had been a couple months, so far Dean told her of Water wraiths, Demon possessing a train, he had been short with her during that one. Bloody Mary herself. A Skinwalker and more.
With Sam alongside him, Dean wasn't in constant need of her help, in watching his back, and while it was good to take a break and catch up on the studies her Father set in place for her. She was growing bored.
For Seven years she was at nearly every beck and call for Dean Winchester. Following his little brother, checking up on John Winchester or even being there to swoop in and save the Hunters ass from impending death.
The constant of it put her behind though.
Compared to most demons she was unskilled and possibly weaker than most low-level demons.
Hence her father putting studies in place.
She was no ordinary demon, where most of them would have the same skills, she portrayed many Witch-like skills. Once her Father lorded over his peers and wanted to nurture her in.
She placed the book in her lap and sighed eyes studying the sketches and ancient Latin on the yellowing pages.
The good thing about being a demon was time had a whole different meaning to her. The bad thing about being a demon. Was losing sense of time some days.
"Miss Levarra!"
Her head snapped up and she turned it to look down at her maid.
"What are you doing up there ma'am?"
Levarra looked around her, she was no longer in the study. Instead she was laying on a support rafter in the main entry way. Ancient tomes and scrolls were scattered from the Study all the way to her.
"Uh…Studying?"
The maid smiled. "Well that is good to see madam but I believe you might need to eat"
"whats for Lunch"
"Ma'am its breakfast again"
Levarra dropped her head back. "What day.."
"Uh well, at least two since you started"
She sighed, finally feeling her stomach growl in pain.
"Shall I prepare the lot then?"
"Yes please"
The maid bowed her head before hurrying from the room.
Levarra rubbed her eyes and rolled off the rafter landing lightly on her feet.
She made her way up the spiral staircase aware that her maid would be a minute.
Stepping into her room she shut the door with her foot and began stripping her clothes off walking to her personal bathroom.
Demon or not. Something about an actual shower appealed to her.
Standing under the hot water she rolled her shoulder, muscles relaxing.
Her maid looked absolutely pleased when she came down in a fresh pair of sweat pants and a clean t-shirt, that was barely baggy on her figure.
The woman and laden the dining hall table down with platters.
Fresh cut fruit, plenty of meat and a pitcher of tea.
Levarra sat at the long table and the maid nodded before walking off to go gather the scrolls and books scattered about the entry hall.
Her third steak in Jacob stormed into the room. Only to freeze at the sight of her.
"Levarra…where have you been"
"In this house Jacob" she stated cutting another chunk.
"I haven't seen you in three days" he hissed.
Levarra chewed thoughtfully watching him fume. "I've been in the rafters"
"Don't play that shit on me Levarra!" his voice rose, and she frowned. "Do you realize the amount of pressure I am under!"
She sighed setting the fork and knife down and slid the chair back. Immediately Jacob took a subtle slide away from her.
"Jacob, shut up and let me eat in peace" she pulled a platter of fruit towards her and pulled her chair up.
Jacob cleared his throat and left the room, face red and eyes black.
"Asshole"
Days passed turning into weeks and Levarra was becoming bored, finding herself sprawling in unnatural places to read the books her father left for her to learn. Latin was buzzing her mind, mixing with Ancient dealings and demon lore.
Witchcraft and spells, regular and dark, from basic to difficult.
She lifted her head one morning as her phone rang.
"Whut?"
She groaned pushing herself up to sit on her bed ruffling her hair. And dug under several books and sheets of parchment to find it. Deans name flashed on the screen as it rang.
"Dean?" it came out as a croaky question once she pressed it to her ear. Rubbing the sleep grime from her eyes.
"I need you"
She blinked a few times.
"Green eyes?"
"It's…Sam, he bailed on me. We got a call from Dad and he took off to go find him; I..I'm headed to this little Podunk town and I" static crackled as she listened.
"Dean?"
"Missing, of April"
She glanced at her phone then held it back to her ear. "Dean, you're cutting out something awful"
"Indiana" the line dropped, and she frowned.
That was never a good sign.
Shutting the phone, she pushed off the bed and moved for the bathroom. A quick shower and change of clothes. She rushed out opening her closet and dug in the back retrieving a worn-out duffle bag and began shoving clothes inside
She dug a pair of hiking boots out pulling them on and slid a dark brown canvas jacket on over her hoodie. She pulled the duffle onto her shoulder.
Inhaling deeply she closed her eyes. She couldn't just pop right up next to Dean the pull to him was too weak, but she knew where she was going. And she would tear through or burn down any small town in that state to find him.