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tikificTitle: Live with Me (Part 6 of You Got the Silver)
Fandom: Supernatural
Author: tikific
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Dean, Fallen!Cas, Benny
Warnings: Cursing. No beta. Casual drug use (this chapter).
Word Count: 2,000
Summary: Dean and Cas enjoy pizza with Chaos, share a smoke, and team up with an old friend to find a sea witch.
Notes: This was supposed to be a one-shot, so obviously, I fail at life. By the way, this will have seven chapter total.
“So, Chaos likes pizza.”
Cas glanced into the kitchen, which currently contained a number of flat, grease-stained cardboard boxes and one extra-large pagan god.
“Yes, apparently Chaos likes pizza.”
“PIZZA IS METAL!” stormed Chaos, his booming voice shattering some nearby glassware.
“Is metal good?” Dean asked Cas.
“I assume so. Chaos?” Cas shouted into the kitchen. “Are you signifying your approval of pizza?”
“PIZZA IS AWESOME!”
“He likes the pizza, Dean.”
“So, angel dude,” said Chaos, cramming a bit of trailing mozzarella into his mouth. “What flavor winger were you when you worked for the Big Man in the Sky? You weren’t one of those cherub dudes, were you? Man, those guys are annoying.”
“No, I was not a cherub.”
“They always want a hug. You know what I mean? Shifty little dudes.”
“I am…. I was a seraph.”
“Holy shit no! Burning fiery wrath of the lord. That is excellent! As is this meat-lover’s special pizza. My most sincere compliments to the chef dude.”
“Cas,” whispered Dean.
“Yes?”
“So, we got Chaos in my kitchen, so to speak. And he's eaten all the pizza. So, what is he here for? Should we ask him about stuff?”
Cas held up a cautioning finger. “Let's ask. Chaos. You've sat at our table....”
“He's actually sitting on the kitchen counter,” Dean interjected.
“...And you've partaken of our food.”
“Aw, excellent! Time for wheeling and dealing,” said Chaos, tossing the pizza box on the floor and rubbing his hands together.
“Hey, I just mopped that floor,” groused Dean.
“We need a favor,” said Cas. “If you are inclined to do it. Dean's brother, Sam, is trapped against his will in heaven.”
Chaos wiped his greasy fingers on the front of his T shirt. “Oh, yeah, sure, you want me to go hump your boy out of the old pearly gates?”
Dean and Cas exchanged a very confused glance.
“Uh, yeah,” said Dean.
“Sure thing, dudes. No problemo.”
“You can just do that? Bust into heaven?”
“I am the alpha and the omega, dudes. I am what was, what is, and what shall be. I am the waters, parted from the waters. And all that biblical mythology shit.”
There was a beat.
“But first, you have to do me one teeny tiny little favor.” Chaos squeezed his large thumb and forefinger together to illustrate the miniscule nature of the deed.
Dean sighed. “I knew it.”
“Hey, you don't think I work for take-out pizza? I'm Chaos!” The god banged his head and played air guitar, and, to Dean's ire, cracked more Men of Letters crockery.
“Dude, could you please cool it with that?” asked Dean. “I mean, they don't manufacture some of those china patterns anymore!”
“Oh, my most sincere apologies, dude!”
“So, what do you require from us?” asked Cas.
Chaos leaned in close and confided, “Well, I kinda messed up with my lady. Tiamat.”
“Tiamat,” said Dean. “That sounds familiar.”
“She is an immortal sea dragon,” said Cas.
Dean sighed. “Ah, well, that explains it.”
“Anyway, chick won't have anything to do with me. I just want someone to go to her, and, you know, tell her I'm.... Well....”
“'Sorry,' I think, is the expression you're seeking,” Cas told him.
“Yeah. That,” said Chaos, scratching the back of his neck. “Anyway, if you can do that, then I'll get my ass into heaven and grab your bro. And we'll be cool.”
“To get my brother rescued, we gotta bring candy and flowers to a vengeful mermaid?” Dean and Cas exchanged a glance.
“Dudes!” said Chaos, grabbing each man by a shoulder. “I knew I could count on you!”
Dean and Cas stood in the (mostly) clean kitchen. Chaos had finally departed to the sound of a guitar riff and several shattering teacups which, fortunately, neither Dean nor Cas ever used.
Dean leaned a push broom against the kitchen counter. He grabbed a hand-rolled cigarette from the counter and ignited a Zippo lighter. After taking a considered drag, keeping the smoke in his lungs for a long beat, he passed it over to Cas.
“I fail to understand why you remain certain that marijuana will not facilitate my inevitable descent into debauchery,” said Cas. “Especially as you will not allot me more than two aspirin at a time.”
“C'mon Cas. We've talked about this. It's not drugs! It's just a little weed. Besides, Chaos said this shit was organic. It probably has vitamins. Or something.”
The former angel nodded and took a practiced puff.
“Though, you maybe look a little too natural doing that.”
“I could feign a coughing spell, Dean,” said Cas, his voice a shade rougher than usual, handing back the roach.
“Cas, talk to me,” said Dean, hopping up on the counter, cigarette dangling from his lips. “Did we or did we not just agree to intervene in a godly domestic dispute? And are you aware of the one call that cops least like responding to? A domestic dispute.” He handed the smoke over to Cas.
“It's for Sam.”
“Why can't my little brother get caught in normal antics? Like smoking pot? Or stealing a car.”
Cas inhaled, relaxing into it, leaning against the counter. “May I remind you, Dean, we are currently engaged in the former? And isn’t grand theft auto considered a routine part of the hunter’s trade?”
“Yeah, but we don't get caught.”
“Nevertheless, we need to do this Dean,” said Cas, handing over the cigarette once again.
Dean looked at Cas. “Yeah, but there's something we gotta do first.”
Cas looked confused, and it wasn’t the pot. “What's that?”
“Finish our discussion.” Dean hopped off the counter and carefully set down the butt end of the cigarette on a small china saucer. He moved over to where Cas was standing and, putting his hands on either side of him, pressed in close.
Ignoring Dean, Cas reached over and picked up the cigarette. He took a drag, then hooked his elbow around Dean's neck, pulled him close and kissed him.
Dean backed off, exhaling smoke. “Holy shit. Where did you learn that?”
Cas smiled and picked up one of the empty pizza boxes. He raised an eyebrow.
Laughing, Dean grabbed Cas by the waist and hoisted him up onto the counter.
“I thought I wasn't supposed to sleep up here anymore.”
“We're not gonna sleep.”
Dean awoke, shifted, and grunted. He sent out a hand and was surprised to find the bed next to him was empty as well as quite cold.
Raising himself up on one elbow, he scanned the room, and then crawled down to the foot of the bed. Cas was sitting on the floor just there, wound up in a blanket like some crazy crescent roll.
“Cas, the memory foam is going to forget you!”
Cas flicked off the flashlight he'd been using. “I'm sorry, Dean. Did I wake you?”
“No. But the point of sleeping with someone is that you wake up and there's this nice warm body there for you to grope.” He eyed the book in Cas's lap. “What are you doing, research?”
“Um,” said Cas.
Dean sent an arm down and grabbed the book. “Lord of the Rings? Oh, no way! You'd choose a bunch of elves and shit over me?”
“I wasn’t familiar with Tolkien’s oeuvre. I was reading and I got … a little caught up,” said Cas sheepishly.
“It’s not as good as the movie.”
Cas looked up at him, eyes wide. “There’s a movie?”
“We're gonna need to have a discussion about this,” said Dean, setting the book aside. He grabbed Cas under the armpits and hauled him back up into the bad, where he thereupon arranged him on his side and then, wrapping arms and legs around him, soon returned to sleep.
“Do humans really sleep like this?” asked Cas as Dean began softly snoring in his ear. He attempted to shift, but found himself hemmed in by Dean's many limbs. “I liked the library shelf,” he muttered.
“So you've dealt with sea witches before?”
“Well of course I have,” said Benny, grinning behind the wheel as salt spray licked his face. “Wouldn't be much of a pirate without a mermaid story or two.”
“You always have your stories, don't you?” muttered Cas, wrapping one of Dean's jackets more tightly around his shoulders.
“Going human ain't improved that one's disposition any, has it?” Benny asked Dean.
“Go suck blood.”
“Oh, that stings to my very core, Cas!” said Benny. “I guess I can consider myself lucky you don't have your smite-y fingers no more.”
“Wanna try me?”
“You two!” warned Dean. “Do I have to turn this boat around?”
This got two glares. “Hey, I’m the one drivin’,” muttered Benny.
“Stop. Now.”
Cas and Benny exchanged a baleful glance.
“Now,” said Dean, “I know you guys are just jealous of me. But there's enough of me to go around!”
Cas and Benny exchanged another glance, this one very different in nature.
“You know, angel, we dumped the body out here, no one would ever find it, what with the tides.”
“I am carefully considering my options, vampire.”
“All right, enough. Benny, make yourself useful and tell us a mermaid story.”
“Make myself useful? After hauling your pasty asses all the way out here? Towards certain death?”
“Hey, we paid you a lot of blood.”
“And it was high quality AB positive, virtually free of pathogens. For that I thank you most sincerely, brother. Mermaids. Well, I tell you, there's one thing those gals love-”
“Herring,” deadpanned Cas.
Benny threw his head back and laughed. “No, but try again.”
Cas shrugged. Dean shook his head and said, “I don't know. Some douche-y looking Prince Charming? What?”
“They like guessing games. So be prepared.”
Cas was standing at the bow, looking out. “What was that?”
“That's too damn vague, Cas,” said Benny.
“You sense something?” asked Dean, hurrying over to stand by Cas.
“I thought he was fresh out of mojo,” said Benny. “Cas, you sure you ain't just seasick? Make sure to hang it over the side, I just swabbed the deck!”
But then the craft suddenly slammed to a halt. Benny was thrown across the wheel, and Cas would have pitched over the side if Dean hadn't tackled him.
“Benny, what the hell?” asked Dean.
“I don't know!” said Benny, scrambling up to take a look. “Did we hit something?” But he never got to check, because, accompanied by a loud slapping sound, there was now a new presence on the deck. She looked, for the most part, like a mermaid, having the form of a beautiful human woman down to about mid-pelvis, where her flesh turned to iridescent scales and her body molded into a great muscular fish tail.
She also sported a magnificent pair of broad, scaly dragon wings, which now flapped threateningly at the three men.
“Ma'am,” said Benny, politely doffing his cap.
“Chaos sent you. Didn't he?” Her teeth were pointed, like a vampire's, only longer and more slender, like many pointy needles.
“Uh, yeah,” said Dean. “He wanted us to apologize.”
“Do you know what he's done?” The tail switched. Kind of like a fish, but kind of like a cat. Like some kind of … fish-cat.
Dean and Cas looked at each other, and shook their heads.
“He stole my tablets!” she roared, wings flapping, tail slapping.
The tide kicked up, and the boat bucked.
“She's got tablets too?” asked Dean.
“The Dup Shimati were supposed to have revealed what is, what was, and what is going to be,” Cas told him.
“Well, sounds like a big deal. So, how did Chaos steal them?”
“Oh,” said Tiamat, suddenly looking away. “I may have given them to him. But only for safe-keeping!”
“He betrayed your trust,” Benny tutted sympathetically. “I am sorry, ma'am.”
“Tiamat. You need to forgive Chaos,” said Cas.
“WHAT?” howled Tiamat. “Why would I do that?”
Dean cringed backwards at the caterwauling: Tiamat had a screech like a cat in heat. But Cas continued staring at her. “Because people make mistakes,” he said evenly. “If you love him, you need to forgive him.”
Tiamat huffed. “How do you know I love him?”
Cas tilted his head. “You divined that Chaos was the one who sent us out here. And yet you have come to see what we have to say.”
Tiamat glowered, red-eyed, at Cas, but did not contradict him.
“So, what can we do about it?” asked Dean. “This is kind of important. It's in regards to my brother's life.”
“Oh, did you come all the way out here for your brother?” said Tiamat, swirling around to face Dean. “Well, aren't you the sweet one? Why don't we play a game? There are three of you, so I'll give you three questions. If I fail to answer even one, then you win. But if I answer them all, I win.”
Benny shot Dean an “I told you so,” glance.
“May I inquire as to the stakes?” asked Cas.
“If you win, I will forgive that lout, Chaos, even if he doesn't deserve it.” Tiamat paused, switching her fish tail.
“Uh, and if we lose?” ventured Dean.
“Oh, the usual.”
“The usual?” asked Dean.
“A terrible drowning death crushed by the pressures of ten thousand fathoms at the bottom of the sea,” said Tiamat, studying her long fingernails.
Dean looked at Benny, who shrugged. “Yep. These little gals play for keeps,” he said.
“What is the first question?” asked Tiamat, looming over Dean, her wings spread wide.
Fandom: Supernatural
Author: tikific
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Dean, Fallen!Cas, Benny
Warnings: Cursing. No beta. Casual drug use (this chapter).
Word Count: 2,000
Summary: Dean and Cas enjoy pizza with Chaos, share a smoke, and team up with an old friend to find a sea witch.
Notes: This was supposed to be a one-shot, so obviously, I fail at life. By the way, this will have seven chapter total.
“So, Chaos likes pizza.”
Cas glanced into the kitchen, which currently contained a number of flat, grease-stained cardboard boxes and one extra-large pagan god.
“Yes, apparently Chaos likes pizza.”
“PIZZA IS METAL!” stormed Chaos, his booming voice shattering some nearby glassware.
“Is metal good?” Dean asked Cas.
“I assume so. Chaos?” Cas shouted into the kitchen. “Are you signifying your approval of pizza?”
“PIZZA IS AWESOME!”
“He likes the pizza, Dean.”
“So, angel dude,” said Chaos, cramming a bit of trailing mozzarella into his mouth. “What flavor winger were you when you worked for the Big Man in the Sky? You weren’t one of those cherub dudes, were you? Man, those guys are annoying.”
“No, I was not a cherub.”
“They always want a hug. You know what I mean? Shifty little dudes.”
“I am…. I was a seraph.”
“Holy shit no! Burning fiery wrath of the lord. That is excellent! As is this meat-lover’s special pizza. My most sincere compliments to the chef dude.”
“Cas,” whispered Dean.
“Yes?”
“So, we got Chaos in my kitchen, so to speak. And he's eaten all the pizza. So, what is he here for? Should we ask him about stuff?”
Cas held up a cautioning finger. “Let's ask. Chaos. You've sat at our table....”
“He's actually sitting on the kitchen counter,” Dean interjected.
“...And you've partaken of our food.”
“Aw, excellent! Time for wheeling and dealing,” said Chaos, tossing the pizza box on the floor and rubbing his hands together.
“Hey, I just mopped that floor,” groused Dean.
“We need a favor,” said Cas. “If you are inclined to do it. Dean's brother, Sam, is trapped against his will in heaven.”
Chaos wiped his greasy fingers on the front of his T shirt. “Oh, yeah, sure, you want me to go hump your boy out of the old pearly gates?”
Dean and Cas exchanged a very confused glance.
“Uh, yeah,” said Dean.
“Sure thing, dudes. No problemo.”
“You can just do that? Bust into heaven?”
“I am the alpha and the omega, dudes. I am what was, what is, and what shall be. I am the waters, parted from the waters. And all that biblical mythology shit.”
There was a beat.
“But first, you have to do me one teeny tiny little favor.” Chaos squeezed his large thumb and forefinger together to illustrate the miniscule nature of the deed.
Dean sighed. “I knew it.”
“Hey, you don't think I work for take-out pizza? I'm Chaos!” The god banged his head and played air guitar, and, to Dean's ire, cracked more Men of Letters crockery.
“Dude, could you please cool it with that?” asked Dean. “I mean, they don't manufacture some of those china patterns anymore!”
“Oh, my most sincere apologies, dude!”
“So, what do you require from us?” asked Cas.
Chaos leaned in close and confided, “Well, I kinda messed up with my lady. Tiamat.”
“Tiamat,” said Dean. “That sounds familiar.”
“She is an immortal sea dragon,” said Cas.
Dean sighed. “Ah, well, that explains it.”
“Anyway, chick won't have anything to do with me. I just want someone to go to her, and, you know, tell her I'm.... Well....”
“'Sorry,' I think, is the expression you're seeking,” Cas told him.
“Yeah. That,” said Chaos, scratching the back of his neck. “Anyway, if you can do that, then I'll get my ass into heaven and grab your bro. And we'll be cool.”
“To get my brother rescued, we gotta bring candy and flowers to a vengeful mermaid?” Dean and Cas exchanged a glance.
“Dudes!” said Chaos, grabbing each man by a shoulder. “I knew I could count on you!”
Dean and Cas stood in the (mostly) clean kitchen. Chaos had finally departed to the sound of a guitar riff and several shattering teacups which, fortunately, neither Dean nor Cas ever used.
Dean leaned a push broom against the kitchen counter. He grabbed a hand-rolled cigarette from the counter and ignited a Zippo lighter. After taking a considered drag, keeping the smoke in his lungs for a long beat, he passed it over to Cas.
“I fail to understand why you remain certain that marijuana will not facilitate my inevitable descent into debauchery,” said Cas. “Especially as you will not allot me more than two aspirin at a time.”
“C'mon Cas. We've talked about this. It's not drugs! It's just a little weed. Besides, Chaos said this shit was organic. It probably has vitamins. Or something.”
The former angel nodded and took a practiced puff.
“Though, you maybe look a little too natural doing that.”
“I could feign a coughing spell, Dean,” said Cas, his voice a shade rougher than usual, handing back the roach.
“Cas, talk to me,” said Dean, hopping up on the counter, cigarette dangling from his lips. “Did we or did we not just agree to intervene in a godly domestic dispute? And are you aware of the one call that cops least like responding to? A domestic dispute.” He handed the smoke over to Cas.
“It's for Sam.”
“Why can't my little brother get caught in normal antics? Like smoking pot? Or stealing a car.”
Cas inhaled, relaxing into it, leaning against the counter. “May I remind you, Dean, we are currently engaged in the former? And isn’t grand theft auto considered a routine part of the hunter’s trade?”
“Yeah, but we don't get caught.”
“Nevertheless, we need to do this Dean,” said Cas, handing over the cigarette once again.
Dean looked at Cas. “Yeah, but there's something we gotta do first.”
Cas looked confused, and it wasn’t the pot. “What's that?”
“Finish our discussion.” Dean hopped off the counter and carefully set down the butt end of the cigarette on a small china saucer. He moved over to where Cas was standing and, putting his hands on either side of him, pressed in close.
Ignoring Dean, Cas reached over and picked up the cigarette. He took a drag, then hooked his elbow around Dean's neck, pulled him close and kissed him.
Dean backed off, exhaling smoke. “Holy shit. Where did you learn that?”
Cas smiled and picked up one of the empty pizza boxes. He raised an eyebrow.
Laughing, Dean grabbed Cas by the waist and hoisted him up onto the counter.
“I thought I wasn't supposed to sleep up here anymore.”
“We're not gonna sleep.”
Dean awoke, shifted, and grunted. He sent out a hand and was surprised to find the bed next to him was empty as well as quite cold.
Raising himself up on one elbow, he scanned the room, and then crawled down to the foot of the bed. Cas was sitting on the floor just there, wound up in a blanket like some crazy crescent roll.
“Cas, the memory foam is going to forget you!”
Cas flicked off the flashlight he'd been using. “I'm sorry, Dean. Did I wake you?”
“No. But the point of sleeping with someone is that you wake up and there's this nice warm body there for you to grope.” He eyed the book in Cas's lap. “What are you doing, research?”
“Um,” said Cas.
Dean sent an arm down and grabbed the book. “Lord of the Rings? Oh, no way! You'd choose a bunch of elves and shit over me?”
“I wasn’t familiar with Tolkien’s oeuvre. I was reading and I got … a little caught up,” said Cas sheepishly.
“It’s not as good as the movie.”
Cas looked up at him, eyes wide. “There’s a movie?”
“We're gonna need to have a discussion about this,” said Dean, setting the book aside. He grabbed Cas under the armpits and hauled him back up into the bad, where he thereupon arranged him on his side and then, wrapping arms and legs around him, soon returned to sleep.
“Do humans really sleep like this?” asked Cas as Dean began softly snoring in his ear. He attempted to shift, but found himself hemmed in by Dean's many limbs. “I liked the library shelf,” he muttered.
“So you've dealt with sea witches before?”
“Well of course I have,” said Benny, grinning behind the wheel as salt spray licked his face. “Wouldn't be much of a pirate without a mermaid story or two.”
“You always have your stories, don't you?” muttered Cas, wrapping one of Dean's jackets more tightly around his shoulders.
“Going human ain't improved that one's disposition any, has it?” Benny asked Dean.
“Go suck blood.”
“Oh, that stings to my very core, Cas!” said Benny. “I guess I can consider myself lucky you don't have your smite-y fingers no more.”
“Wanna try me?”
“You two!” warned Dean. “Do I have to turn this boat around?”
This got two glares. “Hey, I’m the one drivin’,” muttered Benny.
“Stop. Now.”
Cas and Benny exchanged a baleful glance.
“Now,” said Dean, “I know you guys are just jealous of me. But there's enough of me to go around!”
Cas and Benny exchanged another glance, this one very different in nature.
“You know, angel, we dumped the body out here, no one would ever find it, what with the tides.”
“I am carefully considering my options, vampire.”
“All right, enough. Benny, make yourself useful and tell us a mermaid story.”
“Make myself useful? After hauling your pasty asses all the way out here? Towards certain death?”
“Hey, we paid you a lot of blood.”
“And it was high quality AB positive, virtually free of pathogens. For that I thank you most sincerely, brother. Mermaids. Well, I tell you, there's one thing those gals love-”
“Herring,” deadpanned Cas.
Benny threw his head back and laughed. “No, but try again.”
Cas shrugged. Dean shook his head and said, “I don't know. Some douche-y looking Prince Charming? What?”
“They like guessing games. So be prepared.”
Cas was standing at the bow, looking out. “What was that?”
“That's too damn vague, Cas,” said Benny.
“You sense something?” asked Dean, hurrying over to stand by Cas.
“I thought he was fresh out of mojo,” said Benny. “Cas, you sure you ain't just seasick? Make sure to hang it over the side, I just swabbed the deck!”
But then the craft suddenly slammed to a halt. Benny was thrown across the wheel, and Cas would have pitched over the side if Dean hadn't tackled him.
“Benny, what the hell?” asked Dean.
“I don't know!” said Benny, scrambling up to take a look. “Did we hit something?” But he never got to check, because, accompanied by a loud slapping sound, there was now a new presence on the deck. She looked, for the most part, like a mermaid, having the form of a beautiful human woman down to about mid-pelvis, where her flesh turned to iridescent scales and her body molded into a great muscular fish tail.
She also sported a magnificent pair of broad, scaly dragon wings, which now flapped threateningly at the three men.
“Ma'am,” said Benny, politely doffing his cap.
“Chaos sent you. Didn't he?” Her teeth were pointed, like a vampire's, only longer and more slender, like many pointy needles.
“Uh, yeah,” said Dean. “He wanted us to apologize.”
“Do you know what he's done?” The tail switched. Kind of like a fish, but kind of like a cat. Like some kind of … fish-cat.
Dean and Cas looked at each other, and shook their heads.
“He stole my tablets!” she roared, wings flapping, tail slapping.
The tide kicked up, and the boat bucked.
“She's got tablets too?” asked Dean.
“The Dup Shimati were supposed to have revealed what is, what was, and what is going to be,” Cas told him.
“Well, sounds like a big deal. So, how did Chaos steal them?”
“Oh,” said Tiamat, suddenly looking away. “I may have given them to him. But only for safe-keeping!”
“He betrayed your trust,” Benny tutted sympathetically. “I am sorry, ma'am.”
“Tiamat. You need to forgive Chaos,” said Cas.
“WHAT?” howled Tiamat. “Why would I do that?”
Dean cringed backwards at the caterwauling: Tiamat had a screech like a cat in heat. But Cas continued staring at her. “Because people make mistakes,” he said evenly. “If you love him, you need to forgive him.”
Tiamat huffed. “How do you know I love him?”
Cas tilted his head. “You divined that Chaos was the one who sent us out here. And yet you have come to see what we have to say.”
Tiamat glowered, red-eyed, at Cas, but did not contradict him.
“So, what can we do about it?” asked Dean. “This is kind of important. It's in regards to my brother's life.”
“Oh, did you come all the way out here for your brother?” said Tiamat, swirling around to face Dean. “Well, aren't you the sweet one? Why don't we play a game? There are three of you, so I'll give you three questions. If I fail to answer even one, then you win. But if I answer them all, I win.”
Benny shot Dean an “I told you so,” glance.
“May I inquire as to the stakes?” asked Cas.
“If you win, I will forgive that lout, Chaos, even if he doesn't deserve it.” Tiamat paused, switching her fish tail.
“Uh, and if we lose?” ventured Dean.
“Oh, the usual.”
“The usual?” asked Dean.
“A terrible drowning death crushed by the pressures of ten thousand fathoms at the bottom of the sea,” said Tiamat, studying her long fingernails.
Dean looked at Benny, who shrugged. “Yep. These little gals play for keeps,” he said.
“What is the first question?” asked Tiamat, looming over Dean, her wings spread wide.
