Demon Blood: A Supernatural Fanfiction

Chapter 18: Probably the Worst Time to Sort Through Emotions

Boise, Idaho- 4:26 AM

Mark Germaine stepped off the platform of the subway clutching a briefcase in one hand and a suitcase in the other. His flight from Kentucky to Idaho had been delayed nearly five hours- not good when one was on a tight schedule. Mark was an important businessman and was not to be trifled with, especially when the airline downgraded him and made him wait in the boring, chemical-smelling airport for longer than needed.

He looked very professional for the early morning; smartly dressed in a carefully ironed suit and plum-colored tie with polished black shoes and perfectly coiffed hair to match. Both the suitcase and briefcase were of the highest quality.

Stepping out into the cool air, Mark was greeted with a gust of wind that ruffled his suit collar. He walked purposefully to the edge of the road and hailed a taxi, one that had conveniently come up right when he needed it.

"Taber Place Hotel," he told the driver impatiently. "Quickly. I'm in a hurry."

The driver rolled his eyes into the mirror and began driving, taking a few turns before coming to a stop in an abandoned parking lot.

"Did I not say Taber Place Hotel?" Mark demanded angrily. The driver turned around and put his arm around the seat. His eyes flashed black.

Mark Germaine stepped out of the taxi a few minutes later, smoothing his suit and grinning. "This body is so much better than the other one."

"I think I'll have a lot of fun with it." Onith continued, whistling as he sidestepped a puddle and left the parking lot.

*****

"WAKE UP, WE'RE HERE!" Mallory screamed loudly at the others. "RISE AND SHINE, SUCKA'S!"

(She had found an energy bar in her glove compartment and decided to eat it, not worrying about the consequences. So far it had just made her extremely hyper.)

"TIME TO GO HUNT SOME EVILNESS EXTRORDINAIRE!" she continued, honking a few times.

"What did you do?" Reyna asked grumpily, pushing herself up from the window. "You're actually buzzing."

"I feel amazing. Like I could do anything."

Reyna unrolled the window and leaned out groggily. "Dean, did you give her drugs?"

"Energy bar," he replied. "An hour ago. At least she was enough in control to wait until we got close to the city to go wild."

Sam groaned and blinked, stretching as far as he comfortably could in the space. The city of Boise was stretched out in front of them, the sun just about to rise. Cloudy smoke billowed out of a stack in the distance.

"So when we get into the city, we find a place to hunker down, do some research-y stuff, try to figure out who the heck Onith is in, do some more crap, and stop the apocalypse in the process. A good plan, although it has a few holes, like how are we supposed to catch Onith? I mean, he's pretty much the most powerful being on earth, at the moment, mind, but it's not like we can just waltz in and stick a bullet in his demony head..."

Everybody zoned out of Mallory's happy chirping, like she was the annoying bird that wakes you up at 6:30 every morning no matter whether it was the weekend or not.
"Better than a friggin' alarm clock," Dean said to Sam, who snorted.

"Right, except an alarm clock you can turn off."

"True," Dean mused, watching the cityline draw closer. A tower grew larger as they approached, and they all passively stared at it while quietly acknowledging the sudden awkward silence.