Darcey watches through lowered eyelashes as Sam methodically makes shot after shot. Skinny stands there, dumbfounded, as Sam sinks the eight ball, and he hands over his money. He hadn't stood a chance against Sam, and Darcey knew that. She also knew there was a good chance she wouldn't be able to beat him, either. But then, she didn't need to beat him, just engage him for a while. She watches as Sam re-racks the balls, and lines up his shot, and wonders to herself if Alex would let her have a little fun.
She liked tall men; her husband had been taller than Sam. And she was bored. As Brian used to say, a bored Darcey was a
dangerous Darcey. It's when she is having this thought that Sam looks up, catching the sad smile on her face. He knew the woman standing in front of him wasn't what she appeared.
"I used to love the rain," she says, walking over to take Sam's pool cue. "It washes everything away. When I was little, I would draw in chalk on the sidewalks. And the next day, they would be gone. It was like a new start." She bends down, lining up her shot, and sinking the 12 ball easily.
Sam catches Dean's eye from across the bar, and shrugs. Raising his glass in a salute to his brother, Dean mouths "that's my boy," then goes back to watching the crowd.
"What made you change your mind?" Sam asks, leaning against the wall. This was an interesting woman, not the normal barfly.
Darcey lines up her next shot, staring up at Sam across the table. "Did you know there has been twenty days of rain
recently? I have not seen the sun in the last twenty days. The rain itself has changed my mind." She looks back down at
the table, and takes her shot, missing by inches. She was far better than that at this game. At most games, really. But like she had just told Sam, she missed the sun. That was really the best thing about the rain. When the sun burst from the clouds, and you could see the rays of light, dancing across the sky. Brian once called them "Jesus beams", and she thought of him whenever she saw them. Which hadn't been for twenty days.
"You are familiar with the story of Noah?" she asks, handing the pool cue back to Sam. He just nods at her, going along with the conversation. "We are half way to rains of biblical proportion. God promised we would never see such storms again, and yet, I have to wonder if maybe, our time has come."
"Forgive me, but why would you tell this to a random guy in a bar?"
"You do not look very random, Sam Richards," Darcey draws out, then winks at Sam. He was confounded by her, and she knew it.
It didn't matter what Alex thought, she was going to have fun with Sam Winchester.
************
"Quick phone call," Dean offers Alex another beer as she slides in next to him, lightly brushing up against him. She takes the offered drink, and sips slowly.
"Sick friend. Just making sure he's OK." Everything that Alex and Darcey new about the Winchesters hadn't prepared them for the reality of them. For one, they were men. Not run down, been hiding for days in the back woods or lost in the streets fugitives, but healthy, well fed, could take them down with one punch, men. That was the first thing they had both noticed two nights ago. The other was that Sam and Dean were well aware of their surroundings. None of Darcey's normal tricks would work. Neither would Alex's. She thought back to the meeting, where this whole thing had started.
*************
10 days ago.
"You know, I hate these family cases. My brother is in hiding. I know he is innocent. Please help. Meanwhile, innocent little brother killed his whole family." Darcey drums on the dashboard, matching the pattern of the rain falling on the roof.
"A job is a job, Darc. And right now, we need every job we can take." Alex scans the road through the rain soaked windshield. The SUV hugged the road, which was really the only thing she liked about it. That, and the fact you could fit a body in its trunk. But it cost too much, got horrible mileage, and didn't' blend in anywhere they went. Brian had bought it for Darcey three years ago, telling her they needed a bigger car. But she refused to drive it since Brian was killed, and Alex's little sports car wouldn't handle their equipment.
"I know, Alex, but I am bored. Remember how much fun we used to have? How satisfying this used to be?" Alex just shrugs in response, and turns back to the road. The SUV hugs the next turn, when something darts out in their path.
"Holy shit!" Darcey yells, as Alex slams hard on the brakes. The vehicle comes to a skidding halt, narrowly missing a tree. "What the hell was that?"
Alex, breath coming a little hard, reaches a hand up to brush her hair out of her face. "It looked like a person."
"Did you miss them? Please tell me you missed them. I would hate to call the police on us." Darcey turns to look in the back seat, pointing a gun at a tied up, unconscious man.
"I'm sure I missed them. We would have felt something. Darcey what are you doing? Get back in here!" Alex grabs her own gun and a flashlight, and climbs out the driver's side door. "This is how all those stories start. You don't want to part of a story, do you?"
"We'll never be a story, Alex. You are too good at what you do for that to happen. I am merely covering all our bases." Darcey walks around the SUV, then takes the flashlight from Alex, and walks into the road, looking for tracks. Finding nothing, both women climb back in, and Alex puts it into reverse. "You should be more careful on nights like this."
"Would you like to drive? No? Then don't criticize me."
They make it less than a quarter of a mile down the road before the headlights pick up the image of a man, standing in a suit, in the middle of the rain. Once again, Alex is forced to slam on the brakes, only this time they are unable to stop, and the SUV slams into the man.
"Shit!" The both say at the same time, rushing out of the vehicle.
Expecting to see a dead body, or at least a much mangled body, lying in the middle of the road, they are surprised to find the man brushing his suit off, and looking at them with a self satisfied smile. Both women warily raise their guns, and take aim.
"Oh, those won't be necessary. Hmm, let's see, tall beautiful blond. You must be Darcey. And brunette with the burning eyes. That makes you Alexandra."
"Do we know you?" Alex asks, inching into the headlights, putting them at her back. If they were going to fight, she wanted to have the advantage, and blinding this man would help.
"You don't know me, but I know all about you two. It used to be three of you, right? But then your husband was killed, isn't that right, Darcey? Left you with bills to pay, and without a leader. I'm here to help with that." Zachariah stares at the two women, thinking how easy they would be to use. The blond was used to the good life, and the past six months had been hard on her. And the brunette was ruthless when it came to the guilty.
"What do you mean?" Darcey asks, her accent heavy, tinged with fear.
"Let me introduce myself, properly. Ladies, my name is Zachariah. I am an angel of the Lord. And I have a job for you."
