Sid-er-eus ~ Latin
Heavenly; Starry; Star-like
Stars are holes in the universe; the light of heaven coming from the other side.
Book Two in the Solivagant Series.
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"Crowley. Long time no call."
"There's my beloved huntress emerging from the shadows as ravishing as always."
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"I feel like a cheap hooker."
"You should be impressed with yourself", Dean not so overtly rakes his gaze from the glamorous make-up, down the black dress hugging every inch of my figure to the black heels that boosted me to look him in the eye. "Not every chick can put on a full set of lashes in a car's rearview." Stepping around Dean his hand glides up to grasp my elbow "You're the prettiest hooker I've ever seen."
My confidence-boosting slightly, I lean around to press a sweet red stained kiss to his lips. Leaving Dean staring with the dopiest grin even biting on it with his teeth couldn't suppress it. Sam clears his throat Dean's hand falls from my elbow as I wander back to the Impala where Sam extends to me the demon knife. The etched steel glimmered under the moonlit street. "Who knew", I smirk with a flip of the knife "That hunting could look this hot?"
"Hotter then Hell sweetheart," Dean strides past with a solid smack of my ass "Take it from the source."
Earning a laugh from Sam, his brother makes the point of reminding me "Keep your cool. You just need to get in there and handle the two demons patrolling the yard. Once we're in we can get the jump on Crowley."
"And then", Dean checks his gun once more with a distinct click "You can jump me."
Over my giggle, Sam groans disgustedly "No, no, no, no, no."
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I have to confess, I didn't think the King of Hell would be hiding out in bouche high class Indiana. Feigning a nervous smile I approach the large iron gates knowing an internal camera is observing my movements. Demon knife concealed between my breasts rather precariously as the tight fabric remains the online force holding it in place. For that reason, I avoid moving my chest- period. Approaching the speaker on the side of the gate, I press the aluminum button "Hello? Hello?" Receiving no response, I desperately plead "Can- can I use your phone? My car died and I need help."
