The Abysmal Records

The Flaming Storekeep

Richard comes flying from the kitchen as Dean reaches for the door. He moves out of the way, and Richard slams right into the door, going too fast to stop.

"That's what you get for running so damn fast," Dean says with a laugh, stepping over his body and opening the door.

Dean heard a soft chuckle, so quiet that he almost missed it. He look over to see Erebus with a gentle smile on his face, and he realize that it is the first real expression he'd seen on his face since he materialized in his room.

Dean's mother, obviously listening from the kitchen like the nosy woman she is, lets out a sigh loud enough for us to hear and says something along the lines of "young love."

Dean rolls his eyes and walks out into the brisk air of fall, and immediately realize he forgot his jacket. Dean most definitely was not going back inside, that was enough of his mother for at least a little while, he kept walking. He shivered only slightly and folded his arms across his chest, his hands in his armpits.

"I can warm you up if you want," Erebus says quietly, almost inaudible.

"How would you go about doing that?" Dean asks out of curiosity, looking back at him walking out of the house, followed by Richard.

His eyes shine a bright gold, and Dean feels something wrapping around his arms and chest and he looks down. Dean sees the shadows around him seem to bend and weave against his body, slowly forming a blanket of darkness loosely across his skin. As he looked closer, a jacket seemed to come into focus, turning into a black hoodie, almost exactly like the one lying on the floor of his bedroom.

Dean looked back at Erebus with wide eyes and jaw dropped, and watch as his glowing eyes slowly fade behind the shades. His small smile spreads across his face, showing a little bit of his bright white teeth.

"Woah," Richard says from behind Erebus, his eyes wide.

"It takes at some serious magic to materialize something out of absolutely nothing," Richard mutters, shoving his hands in his pocket.

"He just materialized without taking into consideration any circumstances or effort at all," Richard says with a slight shiver, taking a step back from Erebus.

Erebus found that his clothes were flapping in the brisk night air, and so he used his magic to wrap around his whole body like a blanket, turning into another jacket like Dean's.

"There are a large number of demons out tonight," Richard says with a deep inhale. Dean wonders what he means, merely finding the faint scent of sulfur in the air.

"I never noticed the smell before," Dean said, looking around for the source. A broken sewage pipe or something like that must have busted in the neighborhood.

"It must be Erebus, he is your construct, and he can detect demons, right?" Richard says, looking back at a now floating Erebus.

"Yes, I can smell their shadows," Erebus says right at the edge of the light from the lamppost. As he walks through, it distorts and flows around him, without illuminating him at all. The jacket held specks of light in its material, seeming to trap the light in their sparkle.

As they walk down the block, Dean started to notice things floating around, small colorful little beads in the air. He reached to touch one, and it flew around his hand. Different hues of greens, blues, and reds flow around them as his eyes felt a comfortable heat behind their surface.

Richard, somehow way ahead, looks back to Deans bewildered waving, trying to grab the colors he saw.

"Oh, you can see the colors of the spirits too," Richard says, holding his hand up, a large number of green orbs flowing toward his hand.