Sid-er-eus ~ Latin
Heavenly; Starry; Star-like
Stars are holes in the universe; the light of heaven coming from the other side.
Book Two in the Solivagant Series.
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"Maybe just clarify next time if it involves getting the crap kicked outta me."
"Maybe next time I'll just tell Crowley to fuck himself."
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"Just how pissed is Sam gonna be when we get back?"
"On a scale of one to ten?" Dean peers over my shoulder through a small set of binoculars we picked up at a drug store "I reckon he's sitting 'bout an even hundred."
Groaning, I sink further into the Impala's leather. Clutching my brain, I wonder "Be honest with me. Was I right or wrong summoning Crowley?"
Dropping the binoculars, Dean's expression softens at the frown deeply cutting into my face. Reaching over he takes my chin in his hand and wipes his thumb over the crease. As if he can wipe the essence of it away. "Sam will build a bridge and get over it" Dean assures me no louder than a calm murmur "Let him simmer for a minute. He'll cool off."
Heavily I sigh, glancing back towards Nivus Pharmacutical's building. Hopefully by the time we're through here and back at the abandoned house perched just outside of town Sam's cooled his jets. Time is ticking by. It's only a matter of time until things come to a head and it's got us all on edge.
"Human shields" Crowley's voice has me jump out of my skin. Spinning around to glare at him in the backseat, Crowley nods towards the building "The demons are up top. Twelfth floor."
"All right, then" Dean sets down the binoculars on his dash "We'll have to find a way in through the back."
"Long as nobody is in the back" I raise my brow over my shoulder at Dean, shrugging "Then what's the point? Might as well have broken down the front door."
"You both make everything so complicated" Crowley sighs heavily "I at least expected an effort from you Alexander. Colour me disappointed."
Turning around to give him an earful I'm suddenly glaring at an empty backseat. Groaning, I huff "Where's he disappeared now?"
"Ah crap." Noticing Dean's attention staring past me I follow it. My jaw dropping at the sight of Crowley behind the security guard maning the front desk. Wiggling his knife at us through the glass, I rush for the door handle as he slits the man's throat. Dean cursing behind me "Oh, crap! Crap! Crap!"
