"Two salty hunters, one half-angel kid, a dude that just came back from the dead again and a tinker buzzer. Team Free Will 2.0!!"
"It's tinker bell."
"No, it's buzzer cause bell sound melodious. You don't."
( gasped )
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Opening the motel door, Dean gestured me to go in. I was still skeptical about it. The motel didn’t look appealing from the outside. And from the inside, it was even more beaten down. The walls were dirty and chipped off. At least the bed sheets were clean.
I knew I was being a nuisance but couldn’t help myself. I never took a step in a place like this. My uncle understood my uneasiness. He gave me a apologetic smile which made my cheeks reddened.
I lowered my gaze feeling shameful. They lost their best friend and mother and here I was making a fuss about some dirty room.
I sat on the couch opposite to Jack who's eyes were glued to the small television. A peek at the screen made me smile. He was watching Scooby-doo. His eyes were full of wonder so I left him alone with his show and went to wash-up.
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The first thing I noticed coming out of the bathroom was Dean and Sam's arguing. I sighed. They bickered in the whole drive still it looked far from finished. They really needed a break.
Jack noticed me and waved his hand like he was glad to see me back in front of his eyes. I sat beside him and he said nodding at the duo,
"They seem angry. It's not good. When I get angry, bad things happen"
Then looking back at me he added, "You don't get angry at all. I like you much better". Jack smiled.
I nervously chuckled not knowing how to response.
"Dean said being Lucifer's son makes me dangerous. Is Lucifer really that bad?", he innocently asked.
I flinched at the mention of his father. An image of Lucifer killing Ms. Young came into my mind. I remembered how he looked so simple yet the most wicked.
"He killed my teacher", I honestly replied.
"What!!!", the boys said at the same time. Apparently they heard our conversation.
Sam asked with a concern face,
"Fayre, what are you talking about?"
"Remember when I got kidnapped, it was Ms. Young who took me. But Lucifer met us halfway and killed her", I explained with a gloomy look.
"Your hostel superintendent? Fayre-- why didn’t you tell us before?", Dean said rubbing his forehead.
I lowered my eyes not wanting to talk about it. The incident was still fresh in my mind.
