Lace

My eyes widened at the angel. I feigned horror as I looked to my friends. They exchanged a look and faced me with mock faces of terror, then backed up from me, hands in front of them. Lydia tripped on her bag and fell on her butt with a small yelp. Evelyn extended her hand and helped her up.

"Holy cow, you are clumsy. If this were a real scenario, you-"

"-would be dead. Or worse, I know." Lydia brushed off her pants. "It was an accident, sheesh." She turned her green eyes on me. "I'm surprised you didn't have a remark to add to my ever growing humiliation."

I grinned. "I did, but I held back…decided to save it for later. No use wasting a good insult on one measly fall. I will wait until you really screw up, just to make it worse."

Evelyn and Lydia shrugged and regrouped with me. Turning back to the angel, I stuck my tongue out. "Unlike you, I don't keep secrets. They know who I am." Causing discord among the masses was one of my many talents. I was taught that if I could get the bad guys to start questioning their team, they would start to question their mission. When you did that, you can basically whoop some ass without breaking a sweat. If I had done that last night, then things would not have gotten out of hand.

I bit my lip and recalled the previous events. The wounded dude, Dean, had reached for something in his pockets, but Lydia flipped a shit lid and shot the guy. The tall man to his right took his eyes off me to watch Dean fall. He started forward, but I fired a bullet right in front of him, halting his advances. Evelyn had just been distracted enough to have the angel walk up to her, touch her head, and make her pass out. Lydia became defensive and leapt toward Cas, knocking him over. I heard her yell something, but the exact words were lost on me as I locked eyes with my enemy. He was making quick glances between Dean and I. I raised an eyebrow and kicked him right in the knee. The Jolly Green Giant fell like a tree and I was able to grab my shirt from last night that was sitting right beside my bedroll. Faster than he could follow with his eyes, I slid behind him, yanked his arms around to his back, tied his hands together with the shirt. Grabbing his collar, I pulled him back on his butt, grabbed another shirt (Lydia's I believe) and tied his feet together. I would have stopped there, but I was afraid he could tell I wasn't exactly human and exorcise me. So, I placed a precautionary gag around his mouth. When I was finally able to help Lydia, she didn't need any. The angel was in his circle of holy fire and Lydia was shaking Evelyn awake.

Back in reality land, Dean and Sam shifted in their binds at the mention of keeping secrets. This had me wondering if I had touched a nerve. Too bad I was never a good listener, so I chose not to ask and subject myself to the sob stories of a bunch of pussies.

Lydia cleared her throat. "Anyway, we don't have no 'angel tablet' or whatever."

Cas, apparently, thought otherwise. "This was the exact location I received to find this tablet. It is here, whether you have it or not."

"Cas," Dean hissed.

"Puh-lease. We don't want your stupid fucking tablet. We have problems of our own," I retorted. Evie grumbled at my cursing, but I chose to ignore her on the count that I gave no fucks.

My victim snorted. "And what is that? What are you going to wear to prom?"

I pulled a knife from my belt and pointed it at him. "It will be your skin if you keep it up, lady."

Lydia put her hands up. "Aight, children. Calm down, now. Put your horses back in the stables, because mine is bigger. Look, guys," she said to Evie and I, "we need to let them go, eventually. We need to keep moving to out run…things," she finished lamely.

I took this into consideration. "I say we pack up, and then let them go. Actually, we will let Cripples McGee go first, since he does not look fit enough to fight anyone. He can let everyone else go while we high tail it out of here. Just assurance that you won't get pissed enough to kill us," I told them.

The girls nodded in agreement. Lydia decided to ask the guys how they feel about this idea. Dean shrugged his good shoulder. "Sounds good to me. No one gets hurt and no one is going to die."

"Oh!" Lydia exclaimed. "I will also leave bandages for that shoulder and I'll write down instructions of what you need to do for the next week to prevent any infections."

"And deformities," Dean added with a smile.

She laughed. "And deformities," she confirmed.

"As touching as this flirting has been, girls? Pack up!" I yelled.

Packing quickly and efficiently has been second nature for as long as I have been topside. There are never chances to stop and take a breath, because other demons, angels, or worse could have found out about us. Sure, it sucked, but it was better than hell and what choice did I have? I was a shitty human when I was alive, but I was going to make up for it now by keeping two key players to this world class bullshit board game alive. Even if it meant my own life had to be given.

I snuck at glance at Lydia and Evie as they packed. It has been two years since we met and two years on the run. Each of us would have gladly given our lives for the others. We were friends, the best of them, and sacrifice was part of the job description.

Evie was finished first, seeing as she packed the least amount of weapons. Grabbing her duffel bag, her backpack, and sleeping bag, she walked out to the car. As she was leaving, she jangled the keys three times. Three minutes and she was leaving our asses here to rot. I was always competitive, so I started packing with a fury, hoping to beat Lydia. Low and behold, the bitch was done first and smirked at me as she headed out to the car to stow her things. I hated being last for a few reasons, one being that I had to do one last check and another being I got shit for it for days. The worst part, though, was realizing that my favorite shirt was wrapped around this tall dude's hands. Demons wards preventing me from using all my powers, so I could not put his ass to sleep the magical way. In the end, my life was worth more than a damn article of clothing. I made a mental note to stop at the nearest Hot Topic to pick up another Iron Man shirt.

Lydia walked back in with her hands full of medicine, gauze, scissors, and a towel. "These are you for, Mr. Dean." She set a piece of paper from her pocket on top the pile she made on the floor. "Instructions for usage."

He smiled at her and, from the looks of it, it was more than friendly. "Thank you, Lydia."

She shrugged as she smiled, which I knew meant she was secretly thrilled about something. "No problem. Again, sorry I shot you. It was nice seeing you and my phone number is on the instructions in case you guys ever need anything. Now, Lace? As I leave, I'll undo the ward by the door. I assume you'll meet us in the car?"

I nodded. "I will…if you take my shit." I pointed to all the packed bags on the floor. Groaning, she picked them up.

"Nice to meet you and see you in the car, missy." With that, she left.

I waited until I heard the car start off the gravel. When I felt that the distance was enough, I walked over to Dean. "No funny business and everyone walks away clean. Got it?"

"Yeah yeah. Deal. We owe you for not killing us, so we won't kill you. Even if you are a demon."

I snorted and undid his hands enough to allow free movement. "That is all I can do to assure I stay alive. Peace out, bitches!" And I vanished.

I appeared in the back seat of our dark blue VW bug; a gift from Evie's parents years ago. "All is well, I assume?" Eve asked.

"Yup yup! They are busy doing their thing and we are going to do our own." I poked Lydia's shoulder. "You still got that tablet?"

Spinning in her seat, she rolled her eyes at me and tapped her forehead. "Not exactly like I am going to lose it."

"Whatever." I worried my lip between my teeth. "How long until they find out that it isn't there?"

Eve shrugged and checked the rearview mirror. "Guess we'll find out, huh? Until then, though, angel charms need to be made to hide us from that Cas guy."

We all nodded in agreement and settled into a comfortable silence.