@mastero : it’s not too late to flee. - ready or not.
Fleeing sounds wonderful right now. She can slip away , rent a room in some shabby hotel , get a decent night’s sleep and a HEARTY breakfast , then leave town and never think about things ever again. But then , Charlie wouldn’t be a hunter if she were to do that. ❛ No , I can’t run AWAY from this , ❜ red locks fall from her shoulders as she shakes her head. ❛ You think any of the Fellowship just gave up and went home after Gandalf bit it? Don’t think so. ❜
She raises a brow at the woman letting out a scoff. “Kiddo this ain’t make believe ---” she spoke before her lids close and open again black pools glaring at her. “THIS IS THE BIG LEAGUES.... yer not playing pretend baddies like me are around every corner.” she returned her eyes to that of dark brown and chuckled slightly. “And your strawberryshortcake.. yer slim pickings..” she walked forward and ran her finger through the girls red locks, dropping her hand and placing both of them behind her back. “Luckily im mostly a good guy .. ain’t got no reason to kill you -- infact i hear your some kind of super machine... i’m looking for a little bit of information”
“ Betcha’ barely remember me huh? “ she asked with a half smile ; a tease more then anything, she sure hoped he would remember her. “Last time i saw you ... well you weren’t all there --- stone tablet crazy..” she spoke crossing her arms as she walked closer to him , the closer she got the more of his grace she could feel , a feeling she missed ... --- Her own grace withered away now.
- So, what have they found?
- Bupkis. Every crypt’s been one Al Capone’s vault after another. And on top of that, someone kept picking up the trail and icing demons. I’m guessing that was you, Castiel.
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