Cursed Wings (Supernatural) [DISCONTINUED]

5 - A Friend And A Half Following A Chance Encounter

~~*~~ 

After my near-death experience and me opening up to Loki about my past, he'd been even closer to me. He dropped by even more often. Rather than just leaving a toffee and leaving he actually stayed and talked even if it was just about something stupid like which type of candy was his favourite. I knew why he was doing it, he didn't want me to feel alone ever again, but I felt like he'd pitied me, especially the first week after everything, and he knew how much I hate pity. He became more protective as well. He wouldn't let me go out on 'dangerous' cases by myself since I was so close to being killed by the Wendigo. I loved that he cared, but it felt like he was doubting my skill slightly. But, and this is a big but, he gifted me a custom pistol that had rock salt and silver bullets. It was the best gift he'd gotten me, despite the fact that I loved my necklace and still wore it at all times, because a gun is something I can use.

After a couple of months however, he calmed down and gave me back my freedom, even if he did still continue to drop in a lot more than he did before. My wrapper draw is starting to become full. But, I had regained my confidence, my snarky attitude, my sarcasm and my sass so I was happy even if no one I talked to would be, except Loki since I was now managing to match wits with him.

I'd known Loki for over a year now and I'd become closer to him than I think I ever will with anyone else. I was right when I didn't wish for anything on my 15th, I'll never find anyone as amazing as Loki again.

I thought that until I met some new people and, I think, made some new friends... Maybe?

I'd been investigating the case of Alice Michaelson's haunting of room 6 of the Mostly's Motel. She had lost her child due to sickness in the room and committed suicide shortly after. I'd already salted and burnt her remains and done the same with her child's, but neither of them worked so I figured out that she was connected to an object that must have still been in the room.

I walked to the motel and spotted something new in its parking lot. A black 4 door 67 Chevy Impala. I wasn't a huge fan of cars, but I remembered Loki ranting about a couple of hunters that had tried to kill him, and he turned one of then into the car. I wasn't paying too much attention to the story since I was in the middle of researching a really big case, but I do remember he went into a lot of detail about the car and I guess that stuck. I walked over to it and ran my hand over the smooth paint and looked in to see a set of black leather seats inside. Out of pure curiosity, I walked around to the trunk and picked the lock. Upon opening it, I immediately saw a large white spray-painted Devil's Trap on the roof of the trunk. Deciding not to snoop further I closed it and walked over to the front and slid onto the hood, crossing my legs and leaning back on the windscreen to wait for the hunters to come out.

It only took a few minutes before I heard a door open at the motel and sat up to see a short angry man with short light hair and light green eyes come storming up to me and a second, much larger man with longer and darker hair and brown eyes looking amused in the doorway. I smiled at the mammoth of a man before turning my smirking attention to the chihuahua that was barking at me.

"Why the hell are you on the hood of my car?" He shouted, obviously very protective of his car.

I lent forwards, resting my elbows on my knees, my head in my hands, smirking and turning sarcasm to maximum. "Do you believe in ghosts, ghouls and things that go bump in the night?" I asked in the smuggest tone I could manage as I jumped at the front one to emphasis the world 'bump' before resting back in my previous position.

The mini-man completely ignored me and demanded for me to get off his car, but I could see the mega-man's ears peak and he looked at me with curiosity. "What do you mean?" the Sasquatch asked pushing himself off of the door frame that he'd previously lent on and approached us.