Hopefully Juliet likes her new companion...
One, Andi: Back in Black
Nothing was more liberating than not giving a shit about anything. Within the first two days, I had traveled cross-country and landed somewhere in California. Along the way, those who were possessed by demons, I could see the demon in them. If I gave a shit about hunting, I would have gone after them, killed them like Dean had taught me.
But fuck him and his teachings about demons, angels, ghosts, and everything else of the paranormal.
I reached over and pet Juliet, who sat shotgun next to me. I didn't even care to know why Crowley left her to me. Or left her around the newest demon.
Demon.
That word didn't seem to fit me. Demonic Temptress did. I didn't care what hell I raised, who missed me, or if the car I stole belonged to someone important. As long as I wasn't in hell itself, I was fine. I didn't want to visit Hell yet. It wasn't going to be like Hell, Michigan. I knew that for sure.
I looked over to my phone, which started ringing again. Ah, must be widdle Sammy's turn to try to talk sense into the old me. The one that gave a damn. Perhaps I should have answered Dean's hundredth call that day or maybe the two-hundredth call from Jen. Maybe. But I didn't care. I didn't even listen to Cas as he rode with me in the backseat of the car I stole; which reminds me, I need my ride warded against feathered douche bags.
Juliet growled when she looked to my phone as it started spewing that damn Aerosmith song. I looked to the phone and smirked.
"Should I just throw it out, girl? I don't need Dean anymore."
Juliet did nothing, nor did I give a damn. I tossed my phone in the glove box and drove faster down the coast.
The wolf whistle was the first thing I heard when I walked into a bar somewhere in Northern Cali. I closed my eyes, let out a steamed breath, and kept walking. I was trying to restrain myself and not deck the ever-loving-shit out of every guy in the joint. But it was when the asshole with the crooked teeth, thinning hair with an odd hair cut that grabbed my ass did I lay him flat instantly. When he lay on the floor, wondering what in the hell just happened to him, I pressed my heeled boot on his chest, keeping him there. I slammed his drink, then looked to him.
"Jack on the rocks. You're a pussy. A real man would drink Jack without the need for something to water it down," I teased, pressing my foot more into his chest. I smirked to him, leaning a little closer to him. "Now, next time, you should think twice before slapping a lady's ass."
To that I let my eyes flicker black.
"Wh-what the fuck, man!" the guy stammered.
I chuckled, loving his reaction. I gave him an innocent, seductive look. "What's wrong, cupcake?"
"Yo-Your eyes…!"
"Are beautiful just like me," I finished for him. "Now, if I hear that you slapped another girl's ass, I'm hunting you down. Now, get the fuck out of here, you're done."
I took my foot off him and strut to the bar and sat down. I eyed the bartender with a half-smirk. "What does a girl have to do to get a tray of tequila shots with a lime and no salt?
I watched as the bartender, in his middle-aged creeper look, scanned me over. He smirked a little. "After a pretty little thing like you took him out, baby, you can have anything."
I snarled a little at the word baby. Baby wasn't me. It was some stupid fucking 1967 Impala. That wasn't me. Baby was overused on some car that showed no affection back. I tightened my fist.
"Don't call me baby," I said, trying not to growl vocally. "No fucking pet names or I'll just take the whole fucking bottle of Jack and leave."
I could hear Juliet growling next to me. I knew no one but other demons, some monsters, and angels could see her. Humans were oblivious that there was a hellhound sitting next to me like a sidekick.
The bartender nodded. "Alright, then what should I call you?"
I smirked internally as I said, "Angel."
What a fucking ANGEL I was! I'd already killed a person or five—I lost count, had four orgies in which every guy I fucked came but I didn't, and stole three vehicles. Angel didn't even come CLOSE to describe me, but I was going to let this guy have his moment…for now.
Bartender nodded with a smile. From the looks of me, I knew he thought I was an angel. The blonde hair that fell in curls and had mouse in it to keep it somewhat sane, jeans that clung against my legs and a shirt that left little to be desired in some areas. It matched the leather jacket I was wearing.
"Angel," he repeated as he got my order done. "Where are you from?"
Who the fuck cared where I was from?
"Michigan," I said knowing full well I hadn't been in Michigan in years.
The old fart nodded. "That's an awful long way from here. What brings you here?"
"Where I wanted a drink," I answered dryly.
The bartender smirked. "You definitely came to the right place for a drink, Angel. You're definitely a drink yourself."
Juliet growled next to me. I dropped my hand and grazed her head, letting her know I was good.
I smirked slyly. "Why aren't you flattering?"
The bartender smirked himself. He was pathetic at flirting. I needed to end it.
"Well, yeah," he said proudly.
"When do you get off, sweet cheeks?"
The bartender smirked again. "Soon, Angel, soon."
"I bet you're ready for the time of your life," I said with a smirk.
Oh it definitely was going to be the time of his life…
…Before I kill him.
