Dean caught a glimpse of Sam's computer screen and did a double take. "Why the hell are you researching demons, humans and angels all at the same time?" He asked through a mouthful of pizza. Sam gave him a look of slight disgust.
"Dean, did you even listen to what we were talking about last night?" Sam asked, annoyance clear on his face.
The door to the bathroom opened and Zera came out, the only thing covering her a small motel towel she had wrapped easily around her body. She stood and used the hand towel from the rack near the sink to dry her hair, standing right in the middle of the motel room in a straight stance. Her hair dripped water on the floor.
"I missed that. The feel of water. Felt nice." She breathed, seeming unaware that both of the brothers were staring at her, frozen. She glanced up and huffed in annoyance. "What is it with you Americans and nudity? I'm covered, you know. In ancient times, it would have been considered weird to have clothes on." She quirked her hip and rested her hands on her slim waist in a sassy manner. Both men's gazes didn't falter. "Whoever looks away from me last is a creep," she tried. Both boys looked away at the same time, Sam glancing at the crack in the couch cushions and Dean looking down at the pizza in his hand, as if it was the most interesting thing he'd ever seen.
"I was really, um, tired." Dean said, answering Sam's question after some awkward silence between both of the boys. Zera seemed unaware of the awkward air and pulled off her towel, reaching for the jeans she had worn last night.
"Jesus, lady!" Dean hissed, slapping a hand on his own face, rubbing his face in irritation. "Change in the damn bathroom!"
Sam smiled slightly as he typed an email to Bobby and carefully avoided looking up as he said something in Latin, and from the sounds of Zera's snickering he had said something insulting; most likely aimed at Dean. Dean glowered at both of them and grumbled insults at them halfheartedly.
The faint sound of flapping wings made both men turn to the sound.
"Hubba hubba, Zera-baby," Gabriel teased jokingly, eyeing up her shirtless chest. She seemed unfazed by Gabriel's teasing. Instead of snapping like most girls, she simply put her bra on and hooked the back, using her unusual flexibility to her advantage as she hooked the tethers without struggle. She turned and leaned over the computer screen as she pushed her hands through the sleeves of her shirt. Sam's face reddened slightly as she straightened up and shimmied the shirt over her head and soothed the shirt down, and Gabriel eyed Sam's reaction with an unreadable expression.
"Find anything?" She sounded generally curious, leaning over to look at the screen again.
Sam cleared his throat quietly. "Not anything useful," he sighed, not looking as if this surprised him.
Zera pouted halfheartedly. "Damn," she breathed. She tilted her head slightly, her sharp gray eyes flickering over the computer screen.
Dean could have sworn her eyes were brown last night.
Shaking that thought off, he glanced at the screen as well. "Find any what? Whatcha lookin' for?"
"This idiot fell asleep while she explained." Sam snickered at Gabriel.
Gabriel rolled his eyes. "Of course he did."
"So? Just get me up to speed." Dean growled.
"Don't use that tone, Dean," Castiel's voice rasped from right next to him. Dean jumped almost a foot in the air, but Castiel's tone remained flat. "She is the origin of all; you should thank her. Some religions used to even worship her."
Dean's eyebrows shot up as he looked up to the woman in front of them. Her hair was black and long, almost to the end of her back. She had clipped her hair slightly; it was different from last night. She had long bangs now, that naturally waved slightly to the contours of her face. Her eyes shown with wisdom and seemed to reflect how old her soul really was. Her lips were full, but not dangerously so. Her skin was pale, with a slight inhuman grayish tint.
And her eyes were now striking blue.
He pointed at her eyes. "Last night they were brown, then just a minute ago they were gray. And now their blue." He said with silent awe.
She looked confused for the first two seconds of his statement, but her face relaxed by the end of his statement. "Yeah, they do that." she stated simply. "I've been living in Heaven for awhile now. I sort of could just let my powers hang out there, so to speak, but now I have to reign them in. My eyes are all the colors of every person alive, dead and not yet born. They change. that's how I was made." She smiled sadly.
"Alright, ok." Dean sat down and pulled his chair closer to the cluster of angels that was surrounding Sam and the computer. He looked at Zera. "So your… what, exactly?"
She seemed to debate on something while she slid onto the couch and lounged about, relaxing into the cushions. "Alright, lets start at the beginning. So you know Leviathans were God's first screw up, right?" She smiled wryly. "Well, I'm the opposite. After he fucked up in the Leviathans, he threw them out and then started from scratch. He wanted a balance." She sighed and settled further in the couch. "He ended up with me. Perfect, impossible to kill - no, really, I mean it." She assured, when she saw Dean's classic 'no way' face.
"Anyways. I was a little too perfect. So he isolated parts of me. Sort of like, oh, damn, I donno. My DNA? Except it was slightly different." She scrunched up her nose at the example, not seeming to pleased with it, but carried on. "So, he took all of my traits, if you will, and clustered them up into three beings, all immortal, but not really. You know all of 'em. Angel, Human, Demon. Demons fell first, and he sent them to live in hell." Dean made a face and she threw up her hands in exasperation. "I never said I was a great storyteller, you dick. Take it as it is."
Castiel had gravitated toward her, and he now sat next to her. No matter how many times she told them these details, he seemed engrossed, fascinated. Even Gabriel, who had perched on Sam's chair's armrest, leaned in to listen.
"Then some angel's fell. But most of them stayed. And the humans failed as well." Her face was unreadable, but pain reflected in her eyes. "He only had me left. He was perfect in everyway possible, and I was the second best. When he couldn't take the feeling of failure, he gave me a farewell and left Heaven." Her eyes flicked to Gabriel, who cringed. Both of them seemed to have a silent connection. "There were only four angels who have ever seen his face. And there is only one being besides himself who has touched him." Her eyes drifted to her own hands. "This is my real body. To tell you the truth, I have multiple forms. I'm human, Angel, and Demon all at once. But I am unique all the same. I have my own traits God had left to me to own as my own. I can shape shift," she nodded, a small smile twitching on the side of her mouth, "and change things that already exist, give them new abilities."
She looked up to Gabriel and Sam, her eyes suddenly bright. "Speaking of which, is there a pound nearby, by the way? Or a wolf sanctuary?"
Sam's mouth quirked down slightly and went to Google, searching the area. "A wolf sanctuary thirty minutes from here. Why?"
She smiled. "Boys, I've always wanted a visible Hell Hound. Who hasn't?" She gave a childish smile.
"What?" Dean's voice whipped the air and made Sam and even Castiel flinch.
"A Hell Hound, that would be from the good side. A… Heaven Hound? Anyway, I can make one from a Wolf or even a large dog." she seemed excited. She bounced in her seat. "I've always wanted to make one."
Dean grumbled and reached for his flask.
"It better not go for our throats, or I'll gank the son-of-a-bitch." he muttered out and took a swig of whisky.