I Am Complete

CHAPTER 28

ANDY'S POV:

Watching Rowena work is almost hypnotic. "Hand me the lamb's blood, please." I grab the small tube of blood and give it to her. "Thank you." she pours it into the metal bowl and a small plume of smoke escapes. "So, are they keeping you captive?" Rowena asks. "What?" Rowena looks up at me. "The Winchesters. Are they keeping you captive? I can't imagine that you would work with them willingly." I shake my head, a smirk on my face. "Nope, I'm here of my own free will. Not that they could force me to do anything." Rowena hums under her breath, pouring another tube into the bowl.

"These Winchesters have caused me countless problems in the past. Annoying little things, always messing things up." Rowena says. I chuckle a bit. "Yeah, they tend to do that. That's why I'm here, I clean up their messes." Rowena smiles. "Hey! We can still hear you two!" Dean yells from across the room. I stick my tongue out at him and he rolls his eyes. "Very mature, Andy." Sam walks to me, taking a peek at what Rowena is doing. "You almost done?" He asks. "Magic takes time, Moose." She dumps something else into the bowl, a clank coming from inside. "Well, I'd like to find Djall before he can cause any trouble." Sam adds.

"You hunters, always so rushed." Rowena sighs, wiping her hands on her dress. "The spell is complete. Step back, and if you touch me... well, just don't touch me." We oblige and take a few steps back, giving her space. She murmurs something over the bowl, her voice hushed. Her head jerks back, her face turned toward the ceiling. Her eyes roll back, only the whites showing. She stands there, muscles taut. "Is she okay?" I whisper. Castiel nods. "It's just part of the spell."

A few moments later, Rowena heaves a deep breath and her eyes roll forward again. "Where is he?" Dean asks. "In a diner, 'May's Pie Shop'. He was yelling at a waitress." Sam pulls out his phone and types the name in. "The diner is in Arkansas. We can be there within a few hours." I nod. "What does he look like?" I ask. "He had black hair, about six feet tall, kind of wimpy looking, a little bit like my Fergus when he was younger." Crowley glares at her. I bite back a laugh. I guess even the King of Hell can get embarrassed by his parents.

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The diner is old. The wooden furniture is weathered, stains dotting the surfaces. A few photos hang on the wall, a mixture of family gatherings and school photos. There are a few people sitting down, eating different meals. An old lady works behind the counter, wiping the glass display booth. A waitress in a red apron is taking an order from a man in a cowboy hat, his beard covering most of his mouth. We're not in our FBI garb this time, and we seem to fit in with the other customers. No one gives us a second look.

We walk over to talk to the woman working behind the counter. Her name tag reads May. "How can I help y'all?" her voice has a southern twang to it, and she gives off a grandmotherly feel. "We're actually here to ask about a friend. We were told he came in here yesterday. Black hair, six feet tall." Sam says. The woman's smile falls from her face. "You're not here to cause any trouble, are you?" I shake my head. "No, and I'm sorry if he did. He's been on a bit of a bender recently, that's why we're trying to find him." her smile returns to her face, the skin around her eyes wrinkling.

"Such good friends. I hope you do find him. He seemed really out of it. He kept yelling at Sara." She gestures for the waitress to come over. Sara gives us a wave, brushing her blonde hair behind her ear. "Do you remember the man that came in yesterday, the one who was shouting up a storm?" May asks. "Of course. He came in here ranting and raving, saying we should all kneel down before him. Seemed like he was pretty drugged up." Sara says. "He demanded we bring him food, he asked for some weird shit." May frowns. "Language, Sara."

Sara apologizes before continuing her tale. "He wanted raw meat. I told him we couldn't sell him that, and he started yelling at me. I offered to bring him some bacon, so that calmed him down for a bit. But then he tried to leave without paying. I confronted him and he got all confused. If I remember correctly, he said 'money is for mortals.' then he stormed out. He hasn't been back."

"Do you have any idea where he might have gone?" I ask. Sara shrugs her shoulders. "Nope. But he did mumble something about finding a base. I don't know how he's supposed to get a room without money, but that's not really my problem." Sam furrows his brow. "Are there any places he could be staying, anywhere that's abandoned?" Sara nods. "This whole town is basically abandoned. He could literally be anywhere."

"Do you have a picture of what he looked like? For a missing poster?" Dean questions. "Yeah. We got him on the security tapes, but I don't know how much that'll help." May leads us behind the counter and into a small room. She clicks on an old computer and presses some buttons, bringing up the feed. The video is grainy and in black and white, the quality truly terrible. She speeds through until she finds the man. She pauses it and we take a look at his face.

He has shaggy black hair, sticking up all over the place. His shirt has a picture of superman on it. His arms are thin, with no muscles or fat. He looks a bit like a badly drawn stick figure. Rowena wasn't kidding when she said he looked wimpy. Why Djall chose this guy as his vessel is beyond me. Sam takes a snapshot of him on his phone, sending it to Dean and I. We thank May and leave the dinner with no new information.

"Let's run the photo against missing persons and go from there. We should ask around town, see if anyone has seen him." I say. Time to get to work.