I had hoped that some time with me would help the Seer gain some ground on what appeared to an increase in sanity. And it did, though one would have to know her personally to notice.
She still got lost in things I couldn't see, hear or possibly understand. But she was remembering how to speak the way she used to. I'd forgotten how much she used to swear.
In my heart I knew she'd never be exactly the same as she once was, but what little changes were made gave me hope. Still, even after I did everything I could to make her remember herself, the warring side of her was persistent.
We were making no progress in the tracking and resolving of the angel wars, and it was making her angsty and impatient. I was running out of things to distract her with besides sex.
Thank God her brothers called.
We were at the diner, of course I just ordered something to drink because at least most beverages weren't terrible. I actually understood a little bit of the "songs" she talked about, referring to things. Different liquids all seemed to have a certain feel to their moleculer make up. Coffee was still my favorite.
Hazel was destroying a steak, because it was long dead and I couldn't convince her to eat any form of vegetation anymore. No matter how cooked and long dead it was.
Her phone rang on the table and I'm ashamed to say that I was relieved to see the caller ID read "Stone."
"Sam?" she answered, carefree with cheeks full.
"Hey uh, Haze how you doing?"
"Fine. I feel bad for the cows...but they taste great."
I heard him laugh. As did I.
"Listen um...I hate to ask but...We might need your help with Crowley."
My amused grin dropped.
"Why?" she asked, seemingly unaffected.
"He's been AWOL, and we know where he is but...I think you should come. He'll listen to you."
Now she was affected. I saw it all over her face.
"If the Sword can play nice..."
"He doesn't know you're coming. Look its just a job, and whatever weird thing you got going on with Crowley might come in handy so...if you got time..."
"I have time," she said flatly and then just hung up. Instantly brooding. Pouting a little.
"You can go, if you want to," I said to her, encouraging as best as I could despite my loathing of Crowley.
"The red king is in trouble..." she muttered.
Instead of sighing, I tensed my fists and jaw. Put up the walls in my head. I really didn't care for this twisted thing between them. Whatever it was. But at this point, I really had no reason to believe the demon ever did anything but help her. Whatever his motivation was, which I highly doubted it had anything to do with family, he'd proven to have reasons not to harm or endanger her. And there was the thing that mattered most. He's the one that got her out of Hell.
"What do you want to do?" I asked more directly.
"I should be here," she said, quietly bowing her head.
And I wanted her here. She drove me insane half the time, but the other half was spent laughing, confiding and just loving. Its the most time we've ever spent together. And living like hunters...it felt right.
But something had been nagging at me since we confronted the Hateful aspect in her mind. The self hatred.
She made it known that part of the problem was not being there enough for her brothers. Because of me.
