Okay, I'm sorry. I don't have anything to blame but myself.
I was busy earlier this summer, but not enough to excuse my lack of writing and updating.
This is a bit of a filler with hints as to what's to come. I have ideas floating around, but I a lot of them are totally unrelated to this story. My next story I'm going to totally write out before I post, so the only delay in posting will be forgetfulness.
Thank you everyone who has stuck with me this far!
Ideas are welcome, I'm kinda thinking another karaoke chapter needs to happen with a bit less plot and more filler, 'cause my girl is depressed. Also... I would like to point out that I do not condone drowning sorrows in alcohol, but this is a Supernatural fic (albeit a super short chapter) so, here you go.
Chapter 9
The demons were scarce. The bar was filled by mostly witches and various other minor beings; filled being approximately half the bar. Lane kept busy, scrubbing already spotless tables. Three demons quietly shuffled in, dripping wet from wherever they were coming in from. They ducked into a dark corner.
"Alright, what's going on?" The Keeper demanded as Lane filled the newcomers' drinks.
He didn't look at her. "Dunno."
"Lane-"
"I really don't." He returned to the table with their order.
A smug blonde strutted into the bar a few hours later.
Ace set her drink of choice in front of her.
"Cheers." She smirked.
"Not that I don't enjoy seeing you in here, and I don't, what are you doing here, Lilith?"
The demon in question just grinned and took a drink.
The Keeper rolled her eyes in response.
"It's started."
That made her pause. Angels were returning, bringing the apocalypse with them. While it wouldn't directly affect her, the patronage would drop drastically, and she would likely wind up being lonely. She wouldn't let Lilith win though. "I'm not sure why you're so happy about it, you aren't going to live long enough to see it through."
She narrowed her eyes, but wisely choose to stay quiet.
The door opened again, this time to reveal an exhausted trickster. He pointedly sat right next to her.
"Loki," Ace greeted carefully as she began mixing up a fruity drink. "It's been awhile."
Lilith sneered at him and slid off the barstool to find an empty table.
"Make it strong, sugar."
"Already on it. One AMF coming right up. Extra stiff."
"You're the best," he gushed.
"Speaking of," She set the completed drink down. "I need a huge favor."
"Whatcha need?" He took a big gulp, making a face. "'S good," he coughed.
"Give a letter to Cain?"
His coughing increased. "What? Can you repeat that, 'cause I thought you just asked me to look for Cain."
She crossed her arms, staring at him silently.
"I, uh, don't think that's a good idea."
Ace dropped her arms and hung her head. "I figured you'd say that."
"Look-"
"Don't," she interrupted, "I get it."
"I don't even know where to begin looking, Ace."
"Yeah."
He sucked down the rest of his drink. As he slammed the glass down, he announced: "we are doing shots!"
She chuckled and proceeded to line up a few shots for the two of them.
After they finished off two bottles, there was a moment of silence between them.
"I've got a bad feeling about her disappearance," Ace admitted.
"Me too, Sweetheart. Me too."