Unfinished Gems

An Angel and a Trickster - 9

Angel was still stuck sleeping off the worst of the backlash three days after she woke up. By the second week, Bobby and the Winchesters had to leave for a job they finally found, giving Angel free reign of the house and the yard. Loki had restricted her to the salvage yard until she could go back to her usual routine without worrying about her magic core shattering.

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Sam was loving his new Joltik, which he used to freak Dean out repeatedly by having it crawl up his back whenever he fell asleep in the Impala. Hearing him shriek like a little girl when he saw the little electric yellow tarantula Pokemon was hilarious.

Loki had given it a mischievous personality, which made Sam's day.

"Sam, I swear to god if you don't keep that spider thing on your side of the car I will squash it!" said Dean, once his heart rate slowed down. He had woken up to a pair of little bug eyes on his chest staring him down.

Sam was smirking evilly.

"I would honestly love to see you try, Dean," said Sam.

Dean took the challenge and immediately went to slam his closed fist on the tiny spider thing. When he got within less than two inches from coming into contact, he got the shock of his life...literally.

Dean's hair was still standing on end when they went to get gas. Sam had recorded the whole thing, and snickering the entire time.

"What the hell happened to you?" asked Bobby.

Dean glared at Sam. On his shoulder was the spider Pokemon, chittering happily.

"Not...a...word," said Dean.

"Fine," said Sam...before he forwarded the video to Bobby's phone. And Loki's, since the trickster had begged for photos when he heard what Sam had in mind.

(Elsewhere, Gabriel watched the videos and started howling his ass off. This made the work of making the tiny spider and giving it the ability to 'evolve' later entirely worth it.)

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Angel's hands twitched three hours into her forced lockdown in Bobby's house.

Four hours in, she was looking for the cleaning supplies. Five hours, and it looked like a cleaning hurricane had hit it.

By the time she had been in the house for a full day and able to move, Bobby's house was cleaner than when he had bought it. However, she quickly discovered a small issue with the appliances.

The microwave was all but fried, the fridge was a month away from dying, and the oven was so outdated that only a single burner worked.

And that was before she found out the water heater was damn near dead.

Angel grimaced. There was no way she could stay here for a month. Not with a kitchen in this bad shape.

"Firestorm, Snowflake, Raijin...keep an eye out for Bobby and the others. I have some calls to make," said Angel, making a face.

Thank God Loki had given her a laptop for her birthday. And that unlimited credit card.

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Bobby, Sam, and Dean all made their slow way back to the house for some recovery time. Angel had been left alone for four days, and Bobby as somewhat worried about his house.

They came into something that hadn't been seen in decades.

A clean house and a homecooked meal. Angel was snoozing on the couch, though it would be a few moments before Bobby realized what was different about it.