I placed a tracker to monitor the boys. I knew that I could keep it up for about a week without fully draining myself. Well I maybe more powerful then my Dad and possibly Michael but keeping a trace, especially ones that have a mental link to me, drains people and I too have my limits. I ended up heading to Vortex. The name makes it sound like it is a hotel or something. It is a pocket demission for a wide variety of non-humans. Things were pretty good there all things considered. Sure we had are fair share of fights but nobody has died in years. The place was basically a small city, we had everything a normal one would have, bars, school system, stores. Hell we even had small hospital, sure it was rarely used but we have one. Sure at times it was hard to sustain a place like this but it was worth it. The people here just wanted to live. I spent only two days before my "Dad Loki" found out I was there and showed up at Cora's Den. Not my usual place of choice but it was low profile and I was less likely to draw attention.
"You know it is sad to drink alone, especially in a place like this." I heard a voice I could place anywhere from behind me.
"Look I got it covered so can you let me wallow in peace about how much we have fucked up the world."
"Well what kind of father would I be if I left my obviously upset daughter in a strip club well she is getting drunk?" He asked well sitting down beside and summoning up a glass of something.
"The type that people would expect from the god of mischief."
"That hurts. It really does but do you really think that drink alone here will honestly make you feel better. Cause it won't. So if you don't want my help then go blow off some steam or something. Last time I heard Laverna was causing some problems in Alberta or you could always suck up your pride and fix things with Sliepnir. I'm sure that either would love to see you again." He suggested.
"How about for tonight we gorge on junk food and watch movies that are epically wrong well making stupid jokes and then maybe tomorrow I will track Laverna down and have some fun." He just smirk before flying us both to his place where we just watched movies and ate junk food. It had been too long since the two of us had done something like this and I knew it would be a long time before it would happen again. So that was how one night turned into two days of being lazy watching movies and playing games. It almost seemed normal. Just a girl spending time with her uncle/friend. I knew my relationship with Gabe was weird. I would call him uncle and a lot of people see him as my dad but he was also the only person I could truly be me around. Who I'm not always lying to. So ya he was family in everyway that matters but he was also my best friend.
After that I spent two, three days. Taking the high and mighty down a peg with Laverna. I would have spent more time with my friend, clubbing, tricking and just having fun but then got word from my tracer that Sam was in jail.
"Laverna I would love to stay, and I'm having a blast but something has come up and I have to clean up the mess," I told her well chugging my drink.
"Your Dad or problem in Hel?" she asked.
"Extended family," I told her.
"Then I wish you luck. Don't die."
"I'll try not to," I laughed as I headed out of the bar. I knew that she though I meant something was happening with the other Norse Deities. Loki helped me and Gabe in, he helped us hide are grace and tap into the type of magic they use. Hel was all to willing to let me become her, having someone that she could talk to often but without having to those meets plus I helped her out ever now and then. Once I was out of sight I flew to Baltimore, Maryland. I had no real idea how I was going to get them out of this one short of ether messing every minds up or scaring them to the point that they would know what is really out there. So I just stayed invisible around Sam till a cop came in and I just listened. I gathered that they thought Dean killed someone but then she went on about how she knew Sam.
"You're twenty three years old, no job, no home address. Your mother died when you were a baby, your father's whereabouts are unknown, your twin sister Astrid enrolled at Crawford hall till she left a few months back. Well then there's the case of your brother Dean. Whose demise was, well, just a little bit exaggerated. Feel free to jump in whenever you like. Shy? No problem. I'll keep going. Your family moved around a lot when you were a kid. Despite that, you were a straight-A student. Got into Stanford with a full ride. Then about a year ago there was a fire in your apartment. One fatality. Jessica Moore, your girlfriend. After she died, you fell off the grid. Left behind everything." She then went on to try to get Sam to turn on Dean and that they caught Dean red handed. Sam then went to tell some BS story. But I had the names of victims. So I moved through the station to the morgue. This was one of times that it was helpful to have the ability to knock people out and alter memories. They still had the bodies as it was open case. They both had these strange bruises on their wrists. Something smelled and not of sulfur. If it was a ghost it was likely connected to the family not a place or object. Sure there were cases where ghosts could do stuff like that though summoning them. But after heading to looking over the actual case file it almost confirmed that a ghost was involved. Sure the tapes could have been altered but bruises like those don't just appear and was no time to tie her up, let her struggle, then kill and remove them before Dean or the police showed. I mean she could have be made to make the call but that likely means human or something that killed for fun. But there were signs of it being a ghost too. Including this DANASHULPS.
I was just about to leave the station when a cop showed up in the office I was in. He couldn't see me but he defiantly noticed that the file wasn't where it was supposed to be. I was just going to leave and let the guy just think he forgot that he left it on his desk but then I noticed it. The taint in his soul. He was hellbound but he didn't make a deal. It caught my interest. So I decided dig around his head. See if worth killing him. It didn't take long for me to realise he was the killer. Killed his friend, his friend's wife and a drug dealer to cover up a mess he got himself into. And he was planning on using Dean as a scapegoat. Sam had apparently escaped so I stayed with the cop to see what he was doing cause Clair obviously wasn't killing anyone. The cop was the dangerous one so I would wait till I got a shot. I couldn't just kill him. That would only make things worse so I would wait till the moment is perfect. Well as perfect as you can get. So I set up a trace on Sam. Well I followed the cop till about two-ish. He stormed through the station grabbing Dean and saying that he was being transferred. I knew what he was planning so I road along with them and the second he stopped I went to go and appear in the brush. Hiding a motorcycle and pulling out a gun. The second Sheridan pulled his gun on Dean I was planning on shooting but Sam and some chick showed. So I let the girl try to talk him down despite the fact that I knew that it was no real use. He was trying to convince her that he was doing the right thing. Then she started to lower her gun and I shot him in his abdomen. He went down, not dead but on the ground. The other three looked panicked as I walked out from where I was so that he was staring up at me. My gun aimed at his head.
"Please don't," he coughed out.
"Nobody gets away with hurting my family," I told him before I pulled the trigger. I then turned to the girl. "Are we going to have a problem officer?"
"Astrid what are you here?" Dean asked.
"You honestly think that I would let you two muttonheads alone. Please you two would be dead in a week. But I will ask you again officer are we going to have a problem?" I questioned her.
"He confessed and was about to kill your brother. I'll say I shot him. Your brother's cases were screw up. I can get them thrown out but the St. Louis murder charges? That's another story. I can't help you. Unless... I just happened to turn my back, and you walked away. I could just tell them that the suspects escaped."
"Thank you," I said.
"Just keep on doing what you are doing." Dean then asked where his car is and I told them I'd meet them out the impound lot before riding out on the bike. I knew that we were going to have a long talk and my side of it would be mainly lies.
