Chapter two! I hope you enjoy.
As it turns out, if you mix Sam and Cas together you get a tall Sam look-a-like with the freaking bluest eyes. You also get the sassiest moose that ever walked the earth. Said sassy moose had his bitch face turned up to at least 75%.
"I'm still early and you know it," I said putting on my own bitch face. We stood there for a few moments trying to out sass each other. It was a popular pass time of ours. The smallest hint of a smile crept onto his face. We both dissolved into laughter.
"Here," Sastiel said. He tossed me my apron. He was already wearing his with a name tag that read 'hello my name is Sass'. I started to put mine on and winced as I moved my wrist. Damn. I had planned on healing it but I left in a hurry, and, as we learned the hard way, it didn't quite work that way here. I would just have to deal. Sass raised an eyebrow at me. "Hurt your wrist? Again?" He sighed. "I'll go get the first aid kit." I nodded and stared setting things up for the day. He returned a few moments later and handed me the box. I wrapped my wrist, watching him flip the sign on the door so it read 'open'. I reached into my apron pocket and pulled out the bag of gummy bears I had stored there. I popped a few into my mouth and waited for the first costumers.
As usual the day was pretty lazy. A few college students sat at one of the tables, lap tops open, eating bear claws and discussing some tests. I sat behind the counter eating my gummy bears. The door swung open. I looked up to see Wincest. Her green eyes searched the store as she walked in. The scene reminded me of one of those old western movies where the sheriff walks into the tavern. Except that instead the scene was made of a female version of Dean with brunette hair walking into a small coffee shop. It was actually rather comical. She leaned against the counter in front of me.
"Have you seen Megstiel?" she asked with a concerned look on her face. I snorted.
"No," I said. More concern washed over her. "Why?" She didn't reply. I leaned forward, concerned by her concern. "Why? 'Cest, what's up?" She shook her head.
"I'm sure it's nothing." With that she walked out, brown hair bouncing behind her. I shrugged.
"What did the big sis want?" Sass asked coming from the back room. Technically, none of us were really related and no one was really older than anyone else. But we mostly accepted Wincest as our older sister, and she took it quite seriously. I held out my bag of candy and he took a few.
"I believe she was looking for Megstiel." I shrugged again. Sass sighed.
"Which mean we have a couple minutes before she shows up, right?" I looked at the clock on the wall.
"I bet you in exactly one minute she'll come through the door," I said, "starting now."
"Deal." Sure enough, one minute passed and Megstiel waltzed in.
"Sup Megsti," I said as I gave Sass my 'told you so' smirk, "Are you actually doing anything or are you just aggressively avoiding Wincest?" She looked startled.
" 'Cest is looking for me?" she asked. She seemed overly worried about it. I sighed.
"You got yourself into some trouble again, didn't you." It came out as more of a statement than a question. Megstiel shifted awkwardly.
"No, of course not." While she looked like Meg and sometimes acted like her, she was a horrible liar. I quirked an eyebrow.
"Hmm, that bad huh?" I said jokingly. She stared daggers at me. "I was joking," I said as she continued to glare. I started to return the look.
"Really, though, how bad is it?" Sass asked, noticing the building tension that would lead to a fight. The tension left.
"Better if we showed you," Megsti said carefully. I knew automatically that by 'we' she was referring to herself and Destiel. The trouble those two got into together. It was ridiculous.
"Fine, let's go," I said. "Sass, you got the shop?" He scoffed.
"Yeah, I got it." I nodded and followed Megstiel out the door. We walked a couple blocks before she zapped us onto a similar street. I didn't know exactly where we were, but it was obvious to me it was the Winchester's universe. This can't be good, I thought.
"Hold on, let me heal my wrist first, " I said when she grabbed my wrist by accident. It was a quick fix. Healed, I rolled it a few times before Megsti pulled me along to what looked like an abandoned house.
"In here," she mumbled as she opened the door, ducking inside with me close behind. I had a rather bad feeling and the empty living room wasn't helping. I was about to ask what the hell was going on when Destiel walked through a door that lead to a kitchen. It took a few moments to register the red on her hands. I froze.
"Dessi, is that blood?" I asked trying to fight back panic. Her eyes widened.
"Shit, Sabe. It's not ours. We're fine, I promise," she said in an attempt to reassure me. It didn't work. Faint whimpering came from the room Dessi was just in. I pushed pass her and stopped in shock at what I saw. I don't know what I was expecting, but this wasn't it. On the floor were two dogs in a home-made bed of old towels. I had to take a step back when I realized they weren't just dogs. They were Hell Hounds. I reached for a weapon on instinct. When I remembered I wasn't carrying one today I mentally cursed.
"You two had better has one hell of an excuse for this!" I growled.
"Dessi and I found them. They were abandoned and one was hurt. I couldn't just leave them. Des helped moved them here. Sabriel, they're just pups!" Megstiel said hurriedly. Of course they would feel sorry for freaking Hell Hounds. I knew Megsti had a weakness for them but I never thought- I hesitated, not exactly sure of what to do. I looked at the 'pups' closer. Despite their size, they were, in fact, just puppies. The smaller of the two was the one hurt and was bleeding pretty bad. The bigger one seemed to be trying to protect the smaller one. I softened a little at the sight. The smaller one whined some more and got a nudge from its bigger friend. I vaguely wondered if they were litter mates. Screw it, I thought. I'm gonna help them.
"Did you try to heal it?" I asked. Dessi nodded.
"Yes, but we don't seem to have enough mojo," she said rather sadly. For some reason we all had some 'mojo', as everyone seemed keen on calling it, and the strength varied with the person. Luckily for them I just so happened to be one of the stronger ones. I cracked my fingers in a show off way.
"You might not, but I do." I smiled cockily. I walked over slowly with my hands out, trying to show the Hounds that I wasn't going to hurt them. When I crouched down by them the bigger one growled at me. I receded a little and reached out my hand, moving even slower. It must have deemed me as not a threat, since it didn't do anything. I laid my hand on the hurt pup.
"Step away from the Hell Hound," a voice said from behind us. My heart started beating like a freight train and I froze. We were so focused that we let our guards down and didn't notice someone sneaking into the room. Shit. I carefully stood up and turned around. My eyes confirmed what my ears already told me. Dean Winchester was pointing a gun at me.
Um, sorry if this seemed a bit angsty. O.o Also, sorry 'bout the cliff hanger. Let me know if you have a ship you want to be included!
Tea and Converse,
-DeadlyJellyBaby
