I really didn't want to get out of bed. Sam and I had gotten the vamp death juice laced nails to work in the shells, I'd tuned up Baby, Sam got ten hunters to hit the road and then we'd all passed out. All of us except Cas, Sam had set him up with the Iron Man movies and some research ideas for him to delve into once he got bored watching Robert Downey Jr fly around. I got the impression that Cas wasn't all that impressed with Iron Man's suit. Why would he be? Cas used to be able to do all that without a suit.
We hadn't set alarms since Oliver was going to text us when landed which would give us plenty of time to get functioning. My phone had gone off, I rolled over and glared at it.
"Landed, see you soon."
"Already? Damn." I set the phone back down and closed my eyes. Sam's two bed idea had made sleeping a lot more comfortable for Coyote and I but there wasn't a lot of room left over to maneuver in the room itself. We'd ended up shoving the bed to the corner to give us a small path to the door and bathroom. Coyote was sleeping closest to the wall, I don't do well being penned in between a wall and a person. I don't like having someone in my way if I have to shoot something or move fast.
"Wasn't that our cue to get up?" Coyote asked.
"In theory, yes." Two or three more hours of sleep seemed in order.
"You really are a cranky bastard when you hunt aren't you. I don't remember you being this grumpy when we used to hook up."
"That's because I was in vacation mode when I was with you, no reason to be cranky. Now you're seeing me in all my pissy, grouchy, feeling sorry for myself hunter mode. It passes, usually after a half pot of coffee and some good tunes. The mornings are always the worst."
I felt her slide closer to me, then her chest pressed into my back and she ran her hand down my chest. "Maybe we can jump start that process."
Things were looking better already. I reached back and slid my hand along her leg, "Shower? Get dirty while cleaning up?"
Her hand slid down lower, ducking inside my sweats. That definitely improved my mood, "I'll take that as a yes."
She pressed down harder, shifted her leg over me and rolled completely over me, "Last one there has to wash my hair," she said with a smirk while launching herself off the bed and shoving me back into the mattress.
It was a rather nice view watching her dash into the bathroom, I actually love playing with her hair so I didn't move all that fast. We worked out the rather complicated geometry required for two people around six feet tall to successfully have sex in a shower that's designed to hold one person. Shower sex is always fun, plus there's no annoying wet spots to deal with afterwards. By the time we'd gotten dressed and made it to the kitchen, I was definitely in a much better frame of mind, which was probably good because Cas looked like he had back during the Apocalypse days. All business and in full soldier mode.
"What happened?" Coyote asked.
"I received this via an email," Cas said, "Just a few minutes ago. I sent it to Felicity so she could verify it as much as possible. Sam instructed me if anything odd came over to have her check on it. Watch."
He clicked on a video, but even before he had I already knew what I was going to see, the frame it had stopped on showed a bloody room and the back of Gordon's head. Cas pushed the slider bar back to the beginning of the video and hit play.
Shayna was tied to a chair in an empty living room in what looked like a foreclosed house. The roof was caving in and the wall had holes in them. The camera zoomed in close to her battered and barely recognizable face. She'd fought and fought hard. As the camera pulled back it panned across her chest and arms, there was barely an inch that wasn't covered in blood or bruises, he'd sliced her up and taken his sweet ass time doing it. I could feel Coyote tensing up next to me, I didn't even bother going cold with rage, I just took it all in, memorizing every damn wound, every violation of her he'd done. That way I could repay the favor when I caught up to him, I'd even add a few more in for kicks.
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Full Circle (Book 8 in Arrow/Spn Crossover)
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