Sam stared in disbelief. His mouth was dry and he was excited as he was when he first met Castiel. But then the aftermath of that encounter crashed through his glass box of shock. "Sam Winchester. The boy with the demon blood. Glad to hear you've… ceased your extracurricular activities." Sam shuddered slightly and wondered why Cupid was here seeking out his help. "Ummm, well *ahem* so you're, you're, you're… Cupid? The Cupid?"
"Well not the Cupid. The first Cupid; He hasn't been around for centuries, not many of us have seen him and I suppose that since most of us are cherubs to you so we're not really 'Cupid' or 'cupids' but a few of my colleagues spend lots of time down on the ground here, so they have acquired their own names then I AM the Cupid and but there are many others like me so I'm NOT the Cupid but because I am assigned to you, then I guess, in your case, I AM the Cupid." She rambled, running out of breath. She knitted her brow in deep thought for a short moment before relaxing and looking back at the hunter. "I suppose it's easier if you call me Coop."
"Coop?" Sam inquired.
"Cupid doesn't really shorten into anything else." She replied simply.
"Okay then… Wait, wait, did you say you've been assigned to me? What does that mean?" The Winchester immediately turned his attention to an interesting part of the conversation. Not that talking to a Cupid isn't interesting in itself. His bronze eyes looked worried and curious, begging the Cupid to answer his question.
"It doesn't really matter, Time can wait for Love." Coop replied lazily. "We have business to discuss and it is extremely urgent. Multiple Cupids have been abducted and we require your immediate assistance." She dove right in (pardon the pun), "A few of my fellow Cupids and I dined in a human restaurant just outside of Ohio for a meeting of sorts, a catch-up. After all business was discussed…"
"Wait, slow down. What business?" Sam intruded.
"In Love, not all information is required. I will alert you to what you need to know, when you need to know it. May I continue without further interruptions?" Coop asked in annoyance. When Sam nodded sheepishly, she began again where she left off. "After all business was discussed, and we left, some decided to…" She haltered, trying to find the right words. "Indulge in heavenly forage."
The brother was just about to interrupt when he stopped himself and looked quizzically at her. The cherub sighed and turned, walking sadly to sit on the edge of the bed behind her, her bare toes gripping the rug as she revealed more information to Sam. "Ambrosia and the Wine of Dionysus. If mere mortals have but a sip, it is said to taint the tainted."
Sam just couldn't stay quiet anymore. Coop was growing restless looking down and messing with her sleeves. He strode over and sat on the bed next to her. He thought she looked like she was glowing. A beautiful girl, such… He shook the thought out of his head. The girl was but a vessel and, seriously Sam? A sixteen year old vessel? You've got a job to do. Stick to it.
He swallowed and asked, "What do you mean, 'taint the tainted?'"
Coop looked up behind teary beautiful eyes. She sniffled and wiped her nose with her sleeve. After taking a deep breath, she answered. "Many believe that aside from the evil and beasts below, with demon blood pumping through their veins…" The words 'demon blood' echoed in Sams ear as she continued. "… and after the angels and the holy were created in the pureness of the godly light, the humans were left behind. Free to roam and to taint whatever they pleased; to taint their bodies, and their earth and the holy word of the Lord." She ran her hands over her face and then wrapped them around herself. A golden tear dropped from her face and burnt a small, acidic hole in the rug on the ground. Sam retreated slightly and made a mental note to ask about her tears later.
Cupid decided to get to the point, "If the humans, the tainted ones were to taste ambrosia and god-worthy wine, ichor would run through their veins. Ichor, the golden blood of the Gods would intertwine with blood of scum and mortals. It would taint the tainted."
A cold chill set in the room and it was crawling its way into his spine. Sam tried to focus but his eyes darted to her neck and oh how much he would very much like to…
"What exactly would happen, Coop?" He pressed, trying to regain control of himself and the very dangerous situation he knew he was going to be in.
"Except between a demigod child, these paths are never meant to cross. The struggle will be too much and the human will die or…" Her voice trailed off into nothing, the words sitting salty on her tongue. Everything was silent and everything was eerie. The Cupid finished the paralyzing words.
"Or the golden liquid will prevail and an immortal army is born."
