Demon's Daughter (Completed)

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Ten hours into a flight to Yemen with five more to go and Shaw still hasn't recovered from drinking with Demons. Their team sat mixed in together, Jordan trying to give Shaw dried pollack soup for his hangover. The poor bastard focusing on keeping down the tofu and ribbons of eggs and looking miserable during last-minute team building.

Dix sits in between the humans and the supernaturals, trying to sleep as much as possible. He slept like the dead, sitting straight up and unmoving. Sauda made them even check if he was still breathing.

Adorna sits with Malik Watson, teaching him about demons, and somehow convinces him that he can withstand her siren call with practice. Sauda is debating whether to let Adorna have her fun or to save Malik from trying to have sex on their flight in front of everyone. It was easy to trick someone who had no clue about Demons that if you could ignore a Succubus' call that you could fight against any Demon, but without a Castor or an amulet, Malik would drop his pants any second.

The Captain and the Major sit in the front rear-facing seats, looking at everyone while going through files.

The small cabin of the plane is bright as darkness covers everything outside of them. The cities below look like a galaxy of stars as Sauda admires the twinkle. A patch of clouds falls under her window and the plane shakes. She looks away and closes the window, not wanting to catch a pair of eyes in the dark fog. Anyone who has ever ridden a plane would tell you it was turbulence, and they'd probably be right, but Sauda knew that sometimes when it's dark, and high up, there are things that are curious and playful. Not every bump was a plane hitting a pocket of air, but something nudging a plane, and the last thing she wanted was for it to see her and want to play chicken in the sky.

"1900 at home," Maddox says looking down at his watch, "you got someone at home missing you?"

Sauda smiles at him. If it were anyone else, this would have been a pick-up- line. Maddox, who has had his nose in the mission details all flight, didn't seem like he was trying for that but they still had a lot to learn from each other.

"Not really. My familiar will stay there from time to time, but he comes and goes as he pleases and I don't think he misses me, or will ever admit it."

Maddox's brows furrow and Sauda sees a permanent wrinkle starting to form. "Is 'familiar' like a new term for a lover?"

"What?!" Sauda chokes back her laugh. "You've seen 'Sabrina the Teenage Witch' right? Her familiar is Salem, her black cat. Mine is Samuel Dean."

"You have a cat named Samuel Dean?"

"Hellhound. Like a... Demon wolf."

"You have a Demon wolf named Samuel Dean??"

Sauda shrugs at him. "He really likes the show 'Supernatural'. Sammy Dean and my father watch it together. They forced me into watching it, and it's actually an amazing show. Incredibly accurate. I think there might be a Demon behind the set."

Maddox relaxes in his seat and squeezes the bridge of his nose. "You are telling me... that your familiar is a Demon wolf from hell, who came to earth to watch a show with your dad?"

"No."

Maddox slits his eyes and looks at her.

"My father lives in hell, being a Demon Marquis in hell and all. We watch it with him there. Kind of Father-Daughter-Familiar night kind of thing. Samuel Dean picked the name himself, so don't look at me."

"I don't know which one I am having more trouble believing: Hell, your father being in hell, or there being a TV in hell."

Sauda laughs and leans a little closer to him, "Just wait til you try to contemplate the idea that God really exists. If there's hell, there must be heaven, right?"