The Crimson Wood (AlastorXAngel)

Evidence

   Angel stood beside a boy who looked similar to him. He was shorter in stature, and his hair dark. But none the less he was thin, soft facial structure, and strutting black pinstripes. They watched as Tommy's truck burned before them. Angel was wearing new clothes, his body cleaned up, and his scrapes patched.

"Thanks Bro." He said to the shorter male.

   The older boy stayed silent for a moment then sighed. "Anthony." He spoke.

   Angel was a little take back, not many people used his real name so it was always a surprise.

"Cut this shit." The boy looked to him sternly.

"Lucio." Angel spoke up. "You're such a prude, I wanted your help, not some life lessons."

"If you keep this up and you wont be ALIVE to receive life lessons." Lucio said calmly. "I cant keep saving your ass like this. Father's acting like you're already dead."

"Fuck that old man. He's hated my guts since day one." Angel crossed his arms. "What I do is good money."

"Money for what?" He smirked. "Drugs?" Lucio grumbled. "One of these days somethings gonna get ya. Whether it's a 'customer' or the PCP."

   Angel bit his lip in frustration at his brothers harsh, but true words.

"Don't act all high and mighty just cause dad kisses your ass!" Angel bit.

   Lucio sighed. "I'm not helping you anymore Tony."

"Fine! I dont need your help, I got a long list of other dumb asses to help me burn a truck." Angel laughed.

"Well let's hope those same Dumb Asses can give you a ride home." Luc turned around. "Goodbye Tony."

"Fuck you! And the names Angel!" The boy yelled as he watched his brother leave. "What the hell do you know about shit."

   Angel kicked dirt at the truck before flipping open his new phone. He sighed when he realized the lack of contacts since he had them saved on the sim card on the phone Dean destroyed. He scrolled down the oldest of the names and stopped when he saw the name "Goody twoshoes." a slight smile crossed his lips as he called the name. The phone rang for a moment before a very sweet voice answered.

"Hello, Charlie speaking." The soothing girl said.

"Heeey doll, it's Angel."

"Oh hey Angel!" Charlie hesitated before going on. "You aren't in trouble again are ya?" 

"Me? No way, I was just wondering if ya could give me a ride, and a roooom?" Angel pleaded.

"A room?" Angel could tell Charlie was looking through the books. "Well I suppose we aren't exactly booked up." She answers.

"Well I knew THAT wouldn't be a problem. Now can you come pick me up?" 

"Yup, I'll send Vaggie, text me your address." 

"Thanks kiddo, I owe ya one." 

"I'll see you soon Angel." She hung up.

   Angel opened his maps, took a screen shot of his location and sent it to Charlie. He looked back at the burning truck and shrugged. He began to walk to the road to wait for Vaggie.

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   Charlie's limo finally arrived parking beside Angel. The male crawled in to see a very annoyed Latino woman with long silver hair.    

"Hey toots." He teased as he got in.

"You have got to be joking." She snarled. "What kind of trouble did you get yourself into this time?"

"Trouble? Me? Why does everyone assume I'm in trouble?"

   Vaggie raised a brow then rolled her eyes as they both sat back. Angel chuckled lightly sprawling over the seats. 

"I just wanted to stay somewhere.... Decent for once." Angel spoke.

"You and I both know you think the Happy Hotel is a joke." Vaggie reminded. "You're just lucky Charlie likes to see the light in everyone."

"And I thank Lucifer for her everyday." Angel looked out the window. "That brat has saved me more times then I can count!" He said honestly.

"Yeah well just behave, no late night 'Jobs' ok?" The silverette warned.

   Angel grasped the sleave of his jacket closing his eyes tightly as Dean reappeared in his mind. He took a deep breath then gave Vaggie a cunning smile.

"I'll be on my best behaviour babe." He crossed his heart.

"Yeah we'll see."

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   The limo rolled up to a small hotel, a little run down, but still cute and quaint. They left the limo together entering the twin doors at the front. A tall tough man stood leaning over the counter with a glass of scotch. He looked to Vaggie and Angel letting out a grumble before taking a drink. Angel smiled playfully walking up to the counter. He brushed his hand over the mans face and the gruff man stepped back.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" He asked.

"Awe, didn't you miss me Husky dear?" Angel wagged his hips. "Cause I sure missed yooou." He sung.

   Husk rolled his eyes turning away to look at Vaggie. The girl walked to the counter pointing at the keys on the wall.

"Give him a room Husk." She instructed.

"Hmph. In trouble again?" Husk asked reaching for a set of keys.

"Why does everyone keep saying that?" Angel was taken back. "When have I ever been in trouble?" He pouted.

   Husk smirked and held back a chuckle as he handed Angel the keys. "Try to keep the room clean. Or nifty will have a fit."

"I WILL." Angel felt exasperated.

"Angel?" A sweet voice called out.

   Angel's eyes lit up brightly as he turned to see Charlie walk into the room.

"Charlie!" He said happily he danced to her. "How are you sweet cakes."

"I'm good Angel. Are you okay?" She blinked her soft golden eyes.

"I'm fine! Stop asking me that!" Angel became annoyed.

"You know you can always talk to me Angel." Charlie held his hand.

"Ok doctor Phil, I'm not one of your patients anymore." He sighed.

   Charlie looked into Angel's eyes not saying a word as she tried to read the tall male. "Ok." She let him go.

"You're all so dramatic. I'm going to my room. I'll see you guys later." Angel turned away and headed up the stairs.