The road so far...

[Gildarts]

Jimmy’s eyebrows raised when the man’s knuckles turned white and his clutch on the jacket became the grasp of hell. Darkness had clouded Dean’s eyes and Jimmy gave the boy a long, suspicious stare before sighing the spooky away. Seemed the man was a bounty hunter of sorts, or maybe he just liked big game. Jimmy thought he might fit in here, and his eyes wandered over to the bounty board before falling back on the Prime with a weary stare.

He knew Mary Lou could take care of herself, and heaven knew she had gotten to know almost every attractive man who had walked through the door. But this was a Prime and he seemed dangerous. Jimmy worried about whether his business would survive if either Mary Lou married this kid or if she went and got herself killed by him. With another look at her curly blonde locks, Jimmy decided she was too good for business, but could not find a way to pull the infatuated girl from her flirtatious affection for the boy.

There goes another one. Jim sighed to himself and polished the lipstick from the edge of a glass as she cradled the brown jacket in her arm and tugged at Dean’s hand.

“So your name’s Mary Lou?” Dean spoke with his confident allure to the beckoning girl as she escorted him to the back and he had intended to introduce himself but she hadn’t followed up the question with her own.

“That’s what they call me,” She said with a enthralling smile and tipped her chin playfully back at him.

Shrouded in darkness, they ventured to the back room, past the small kitchen and into the room where a collection of bar towels had formed, along with where other laundering services seemed to be fulfilled. After wiping most of the blood from his jacket with a cloth, Mary Lou eyed the initials of the deceased J.W. before she struck up conversation with that charming southern drawl of hers and edged her way toward Dean in the close-quartered room.

“Now I know what you must be thinking.” The younger girl said as her hair moved with the swiftness of her chin and she made piercing eye contact with Dean. “And I’ll tell you this,” A small, challenged smile grew on her lips as her body language tempted Dean, “You’re not my first.”

Her chin rose to meet his after her flickering long lashes had baited him closer. The lighting was different in here, dimmed, and had Dean kept his eyes open for just a moment longer, he would have seen the curious glimmer in the girl’s eyes. A soft hand cupped his cheek and that would have been fine and their lips met, but suddenly Dean’s knees dipped from below him, and his eyes opened in a startled flash. His body was immobilized and he looked up to see the source, was Mary Lou.

The wind gusted a shudder open, exposing the room to light, and exposing the body of the reaper’s last victim. Two in one day, there had to be a rule against that.

Mary Lou’s hand remained on his cheek as she drained Dean’s life. Her expression was curious, as she tipped her head to the side. “I think you know what I am now Dean, and unfortunately, my goal in this realm is to deliver those to the natural order of things. You can imagine, as a Prime, what has to happen next?” Her tone played with the words as her blonde hair suddenly flickered into her true form, and while the reaper was still a very beautiful woman, flashes of ghostly pale skin leaked through her veiled mask and pronounced cheekbones offered a much more satisfied expression to her face.

Seconds ticked by as Dean fought against the deliverer of the natural order of life and death.