The Prophet

Chapter 79: Blind Ducks

"So how'd that go?" Aubrey asked.

"He says he's not a pimp," I answered.

"He's the king of hell and he has a problem with prostitutes?"

"He has weird morals," I explained. "He won't break deals and he's kinda attached to the Winchesters."

"Why?"

"He helped them stop the apocalypse a few years back and I think he's in love with one of them now."

"Which one?"

"Sam, Dean, both of them? It's kinda hard to tell. Probably both."

"He's gay?"

"No," I said. "No homo. Full bi. Bi as all hell. What about you?" I asked.

"What do you mean what about me?"

"Bi?"

"No." She said, "Nomasexual."

"Cool."

"It means I'm not attracted to boys. Anyone but boys."

"I know. I found the word on tumblr once. Marcey is pansexual in case you were wondering. She likes all the genders. Men, women, gender isn't really important."

"I didn't ask that," her face got red again.

"I know I just thought it would be a shame if no one told you that before you went back to the UK. You know considering all the blatantly obvious tension between the two of you since you got here."

"So Marcey said something about me?"

"No, I just have eyes."

My phone started ringing. The caller ID said it was Marcey. "Yo," I answered.

"Hey, I found sulfur on the body," Marcey said. "We might be looking for the wrong monster."

"The prostitute had asked her clients for their souls as payment. We think she's a demon. Crowley's looking into it."

"So if it wasn't a human is there even a case?"

"Well most of her clients were stabbed to death with an angel blade, so it was killing people."

"They sold their souls for sex."

"Don't defend the homocidal Angel. Anything weird about the corpse?"

"You mean besides the sulfur and liquified organs thing? Nope completely normal."

"Okay well can you see if you can find her dead clients?"

"Sure I'll just put this one up and you can send me the list."

"I'll send it right over thanks."

"Okay yeah bye." She hung up.

There was a knock at the door. I walked over and opened it, finding Crowley on the other side.

"So it she was a demon?"

"No, I just popped by to say hello," Crowley said sarcastically. "Could you do something about the salt?"

"Oh sorry," I broke the salt line with my foot. "Come on in, mind the traps on the ceiling."

"I bet the motel staff just love you," Crowley chuckled, side stepping the symbols. "Paint on the ceiling, salt on the floor, police investigating your credit card fraud."

"I thought the king of hell would be taller," said Audrey.

"Look at you," Crowley stood next to Audrey. "I'm taller than you. Are you supposed to be a hunter?" Crowley looked at me. "Is she supposed to be a hunter?"