Unfinished Gems

An Angel and a Trickster - 10

"So explain to me again why we're heading to a storage unit?" asked Angel.

Loki had finally given her the clear for leaving the salvage yard and had returned her wand.

"Because there might be some spell books that we can use later, and you're the only one of us who can recognize natural magic as opposed to the demon-witch kind," said Sam.

"Well that and Bobby said you were going stir crazy," added Dean.

Actually Bobby's words were, "Get this witch out of my house before her OCD drives me up the wall, you damn idjits!"

Besides, this was a good hunt for a relative newbie.

Dean would learn how very, very wrong he was about that assessment. Angel was anything but a newbie. She was used to the supernatural half of hunting, what with her yearly 'misadventures'. It was hiding what she was that was new to her, plus the addition of demons.

Besides, she was paying for all their meals and hotel accommodations. Sam would be sharing a room with her considering how often Dean kicked his brother from the room with the tramps he picked up.

Angel leaned against the window with her blanket and was soon zonked out in the back seat. Because Dean was terrified of flying, that meant hours upon hours of driving. Though much to Sam's amusement (and Dean's annoyance) she was also quite happy to hex the older brother into silence the moment he started singing again. And she wasn't afraid to change the stations while Dean was driving and make it impossible for him to change it back.

Dean's only complaint was that she at least had decent taste in music. And that she wasn't as tone deaf as Sam often complained he was.

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Angel caught the rabbit's foot with her sleeve-covered hand, as the magic radiating off the damn thing told her it would be a very bad idea to pick it up bare-handed. She was quick to dump it in a magic-cancelling bag she had on hand.

"Did it touch you?" asked Dean.

She said nothing, but she held up the bag. Dean cursed, thinking that it had.

The poor bastard who had picked it up before her was dead, thanks to the feedback of the cursed item.

Angel made sure to keep the bag away from her, so she tied it to the leg of one of her birds. Since they would fly off or attack if anyone came near them other than her or the Winchesters, it was safer than keeping it on her directly.

Dean handed Angel several scratch-offs.

"What?"

"Might as well make use of that freaky luck while you still have it before we cleanse the foot," he explained.

She debated on telling him she never directly touched the thing (thus preventing her from being cursed) but decided to save that tidbit for after the cleansing.

Ten scratch-off tickets later, and Dean was staring.

"Holy crap. That's some seriously good luck!" said Dean impressed.

She had hit six-hundred dollar wins on all of them. Every. Single. One.

Angel looked at him smugly.

"What?" asked Sam. Dean held up the tickets and he stared.

"I'm not sure if we should keep that thing or if we should cleanse it now," he said, after looking at the tickets, then at Angel. Seeing her smug expression however, told him something else was up.

"We cleanse the thing after lunch," she said. Her bag bounced off her hip as they entered a rather cheap restaurant, only for them to get the entire meal free.