It's been a few days now, and I have barely heard anything from Nessie. I know she's alive, because she sent me an e-mail yesterday morning to tell me so. It's dangerous to communicate, even with temporary accounts, but I'm so glad she did.
I've been searching for her tirelessly. She hadn't made it to our meeting spot, nor the several after that. We had a system to leave clues, that Nessie had come up with herself, but none of them actually led me to her. I am so worried about her.
Meanwhile, Sam and Dean are worried about me. Crowley has been keeping me informed about them and what they're doing. They'll figure him out soon enough and demand information on me, but I trust Crowley—about as much as one can trust the King of Hell. He won't lead them to me. I don't want them to come after me, so I have to trust that Crowley will keep them in the dark.
My note to the Winchesters said that I had a friend who was in trouble, and that I would be in touch when I could be. It was the easiest way not to have them rip apart the country to find me. Checking my phone once a day, they've left several messages.
"Dae," Sam said in the most sincere tone, "don't do anything alone that you don't have to. Me and Dean? We care about you. Tell us where you are and we'll come to you. No matter what is going on, we will help you in any way we can."
The two messages Sam had left were like that. Supportive. Caring. Inspirational, even.
Dean's messages? All eight of them?
"Dae, I swear to god, if you are the one that ate the last slice of pie, I will throw out all of your witchy crap and rent your room out to a rabid werewolf with a shedding problem."
And then:
"Dae... Who are you trying to help? Why can't you tell us? Is it a boy?" His tone was teasing, and I could hear him chewing on something the entire time, like he called just because he was on a snack break. "Use protection. The witchy kind, and the sex kind. Don't bring any weird diseases back to the bunker."
At least one message was more than one sentence long. And it was almost caring:
"Where the hell have you been? Sam thinks you're doing something stupid. He didn't say stupid. I said stupid. You're not a stupid person, Dae. Just get your ass back to the bunker!" Dean yelled in one of his messages. "Before Sam tries to guilt me into coming after you. It's ridiculous. What the hell are you doing, Dae? What friend are you helping? Why is Crowley- Dammit, gotta go. Burgers are cooking."
So Dean doesn't seem too worried about me. At least I know he's still eating well.
Back to what's actually going on, with this whole death threat thing, I have very little news. No one from the old coven have contacted me, not by any modern means or with magic. Unlike Nessie, I appear to be safe for the time being.
It won't last forever, especially with my search for Nessie putting me so close to them at all times.
Hold on, she's calling again.
Nessie's close! I'm going to leave now to find her. I have to prepare some spells and leave a note for Crowley, just in case something happens.
Actually, I can leave it here.
Crowley,
I have made contact with Nessie. I'm going to find her at Illiad, the local club. I'm dressing up, and changing my hair. Find my eyes. Gold, like my shoes. Can you remember that? If this note isn't here, there's nothing to worry about. I'll erase it before the scheduled posting time. So, if you're seeing this, you should probably find me.
-Dae
PS Bring the hex bag I hid under my pillow. If you can't find me at the club, light it on fire. Witch stuff, you know.