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Chapter 1
The plan was that it should be a simple kill, one shot- that’s it. But, Samantha, she had been mad, no more than that, she didn’t even know that she had all this anger bundled so tightly around her nerves. And one shot didn’t take the edge off it. Once, twice… four times before the seas calmed and her mind was tranquil and serene. As if scales pealed from her eyes, she was seeing for the first time where she was.
An empty alley, dim lights, pungent smell. Samantha inhaled threw her nose, taking the spoiled food from the dumpster next to her. Exhaling was more difficult, she spat blood on her hand as she coughed, the tangy bitter after effect on her tongue. Samantha closed her eyes whiling her mind, her body into submission. Finally she had enough cognitive function to realize the pain that she knew she should feel wasn’t there. She sighed, opening her eyes. Tentatively she felt over body. One bruised rib and a busted leg but as always the pain never came. She fumbled for her phone, balancing herself against the brick wall and called the only contact in the phone.
“Are you hurt?” Came the voice from the phone.
“I’ve had worse.” There was silence over the line. “Are you still there?” asked Samantha.
The emptiness continued for a moment, “I’m on my way stay put.”
“Ya, ya. Where would I go anyways?” Samantha wasn’t sure, but there may have been a small sigh or light laugh before line was disconnected.
In comparison to the alley, Samantha was beautiful. But, by all society’s standards she was average. Pale olive skin, big brown eyes, that seemed ill proportioned to her face. Short spiky blond hair, full mouth, mouse like nose, multi-pierced ears, tattoo that peaked from behind a V-neck t-shirt, and perhaps the only thing she had going for her was her height. Reaching an approximate height of 5’9”.
A few minutes later the roar of a 1967 Chevy Impala was heard coming down the main street. The car waited at the entrance of the alley. Samantha hobbled her way to the car, dragging the busted leg along when she walked. Reaching the car she stroked it affectionately.
“Hey baby,” she purred at the car.
The high beams shone with intensity in response to the pet name. “Sam, I was worried about you.” The lights blinked as the car spoke.
“Sorry, Dean. I know you do baby.”
The car started to drive as soon as Samantha sat down; maneuvering threw the crowded streets, returning her back to the city lights. Dean scanned her, using the triquarter, checking the damage, while she looked for a track on the AC/DC cassette. The humming of the engine and the scanning consumed the emptiness. Samantha lay relaxed as the car drove them… to hospital? Oh crap.
“Dean? Why are we going to the hospital?” The car remained as before. “Dean answer me.”
“You’re hurt.” It was a short concise answer. She knew Dean was more worried than normal.
“Dean please be reasonable. I’m going to be fine, just was thrown around more this time.” Even with the music playing the quietness was smothering. “Dean…”
“Fine, but I’m taking you to Castiel.”
“What on earth for?”
“He is an angel of the Lord,” replied Dean with reassurance.
Samantha laughed, “He is a retired pastor who is a shady doctor now. Not much anything of the Lord, right now is he?”
“Are you going to let me take you to him?” asked Dean, his patience dwindling.
“You’re the car, you decide.”
“We are almost at his place anyways. I would be a waste of time if you we didn’t go.”
“Okay boss.”
The engine revved with annoyance as they slipped through the night quietly.