Of Gunpowder and Angel Wings

Chapter 3

The woman leaned back in the chair and ran her hand through her hair, this case wasn’t going to be easy now, knowing a death rune was being used. She looked through the journal and started typing on her laptop, taking a drink from her water bottle. She ran a hand over the necklace on her neck, a dragon holding a crystal in its claws with its tail wrapped around the bottom. She had found it in a thrift shop when she was younger and refused to take it off. She pushed back from the table and stretched, her joints popping. She had been at it for over six hours and she was going cross eyed a bit. Her stomach growled and she chuckled, grabbing her jacket and pulled it on. She grabbed her room key and headed out to the small diner. She stepped inside once she arrived and grabbed the booth in back, looking over the menu.

She ordered a chicken salad with ranch and a bowl of the house soup, it was Monday, so it was minestrone soup. She looked over the local paper as the door of the diner opened and she glanced up and quickly lifted the paper, hiding her face. Fuck…it was Crowley, the one demon she hated over every other she had ever encountered. He was arrogant and pompous and not to mention, he was a demon. She slid down a bit deeper in the booth as he took a seat at the counter.

Damn it, he wasn’t leaving. She swallowed as his scent filled her nose, a mix of scotch, sulfur, and vinegar. The door to the diner opened again and she looked over, it was the owner of the impala. He came up next to Crowley, sitting down next to him. “What the hell are you doing here Crowley?” Crowley looked over at Dean, “What, a man can’t get a burger? Dean looked at him, eyes narrowed, “You don’t eat, you don’t need to.” “If you must know, I’m here on official business from…….down below. Seems the rouge daughter of a certain demon you, your brother and dear old dad help put down, has surfaced.” Dean's ears perked up at that, “What demon? We've killed loads of them. What does hell want with her?

Crowley looked at him, “that’s classified Squirrel, sorry. Can’t have you and moose knowing all our secrets…” he trailed off, sensing someone watching him. He looked around the diner but didn’t see anything, looking back at Dean, who was less than happy, he was pissed. “Bullshit Crowley, tell me or I’ll go get the Colt. Did you forget I have devil traps carved into the casings of my bullets in my 1911?” He moved his jacket back slightly, showing the pistol. Crowley growled slightly and pulled his jacket back over the gun, “no I didn’t forget, but I cant tell you Winchester, there are eyes and ears everywhere. If I tell you, her life will be in danger, both hell and heaven will be after her.” “Crowley who the hell am I gonna tell. Cas won’t do anything to her and he won’t go blabbing to the angels either.”

He looked at Dean, speaking softly, “We don’t know much about her, other than her form changes when she’s pissed. She carries a two toned blue and silver 1911 with bullets that are made of silver and hollow pointed and soaked in holy water and salt. She is also a hunter.”
Dean looked at Crowley, “She’s a hunter…..her form changes when she’s pissed, what is she? A shape-shifter? A demon?” He shook his head, “We don’t know exactly what she is, but she isn’t human.” A bag of food was placed in front of Dean, a burger, fries, onion rings and a slice of apple pie. “We'll keep an eye out for anything strange….well stranger than normal.” He grabbed his food as Crowley slid off the stool and left the diner, Dean following behind not long after.

Angel let out a breath she didn’t know she had been holding as the waitress brought her food over. She ate her food, thinking of what she overheard. Night fell as she left the diner, it was starting to lightly snow. She pulled her jacket closer around her as she walked back to the motel, noticing a car following behind her but kept her attention ahead of her. As she rounded the corner to the motel the car pulled ahead of her and went on. She got a good description of it, it was a late model truck with a dent in the back right bumper and its paint job had seen better days.
She headed back up to her room, locking the door behind her and leaned back against it, she was being followed, no doubt about it. ‘The quicker I get this case finished the quicker I can get out of this town.’ She thought. She pushed off the door and moved to the table where her laptop was and sat down. She worked long into the night before stopping, rubbing her eyes and closed her laptop, stripping and crawling into bed.