Don'tTrust Me (open)

[Luca Wolfraine]

Ugh... My head kills...

Luca lay flat on his back, staring up at the motel room ceiling which seemed to writhe and swirl before his very eyes. The way the young hunter figured it, the unexpected phenomonon could be the result of one of three things:

1. Something inside him had cracked and he really, truly was losing his marbles

2. Some strange wriggling creature was possessing what appeared to be a dirty beige ceiling

3. Or, more probable, he'd consumed far more alcohol than his body could handle and was completely smashed.

Luca decided to go with option two. It was more fun, and less responsibility. Turning away from the surreal sight, he closed his eyes...
God knows how many minutes later - or was it hours? - his phone went off, shrill and demanding, aggravating his horrendous migraine and sitting just out of swatting range. Reluctantly Luca sat up, eyes slitted from the throbbing pain in his temples, and picked up the mobile.

"Hello? Luca, you there?"

He hung up, his intention having been more to shut the damn thing up than actually answer whoever was calling him. Knowing the identity of said caller, though...

The phone rang again. Luca winced, and answered, bracing himself for the verbal onslaught.

"Yeah, what is it?"

"You're smashed." It wasn't a question. Damn Rachel and her perceptiveness. Luca sighed, and pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes after a quick glance at the ceiling. Definitely no wriggling creature there.
God, he felt like crap.

"... Maybe. Probably. It's not of import. Why are you calling?"

"You're an idiot. Take some painkillers, ingest something decent and non-alcoholic, and get here ASAP. I've got some important info for your sorry ass."

"Info? What kind?" He perked up considerably.
For the past few days he'd been roaming randomly, lightening pockets and weighing down his own wherever possible, hanging out in bars and roadhouses. It had been a while since his last hunt, and quite frankly he was getting bored. Hopefully whatever Rae was talking about was out of county; there were a few disgruntled losers keeping an eye out for a chance at retribution, and Luca was sick of laying low.

Within minutes it was all arranged. Luca showered, threw on his usual attire - jeans, shirt, black leather jacket, sneakers, sunglasses - took some painkillers, then grabbed his bag and went to check out. Due to his hangover-induced sleep-in keeping him in bed until half twelve in the afternoon, he had to pay for an extra day.

Ah, well... It's not like I can't afford it. Still, I think I'll stave off from heavyweight drinking from now on. It's not friggin' worth the hassle.

First stop: Coffee. Luca drove just down the road, parked, and slipped into the nearest diner. Right now, all he desired was a decent breakfast and a strong dose of caffeine. The young waitress looked at him speculatively, but otherwise things went smoothly enough; thank God he had the sunglasses on, because his stash of contact lenses were in the car still.

"Cheers," he flashed her a brief crooked smile upon her return with his ordered food and brew of aromatic black coffee, and she smiled back, eyes casting downwards and cheeks pinking up in slight embarressment, before scurrying away.
Luca sat back, sipped his coffee, and mused thoughtfully over what his next course of action should be.

[SARIEL]

Sariel strode into the diner. The angel had fulfilled her duties that afternoon, reaping the souls of those her superiors instructed. While she could not locate Ezekiel, Sariel decided the company of a mortal would suffice; after all, they were a great deal more interesting than the majority of her pokerfaced siblings.

One individual stood out among the restaurants occupants. Being an archangel had its advantages. For one Sariel knew the man was named Luca Wolfraine and that he was a hunter. She had a weakness for hunters –especially the Winchesters– and they typically proved to be worthy company considering their knowledge regarding the supernatural.

Without invitation she took a seat across from the man, beaming as she glanced at the plate of food upon the tabletop. “Do you have any bacon,” Sariel inquired, green eyes bright as they caught his gaze. Another one of her weak spots was undoubtedly bacon. A world without bacon was simply nightmarish. She was often told her obsession with bacon was rather unhealthy, however at least she had not become fixated with cigarettes or alcohol or any other harmful substance humans seemed to be quite fond of.

“Because I love bacon,” she continued.

Awaiting his response, Sariel continued to stare unblinkingly at her newfound friend. He was adorable and the impulse to throw her arms around him in a hug arose. Nevertheless she restrained herself, not wanting to frighten Luca anymore than she possibly was. There was something about him that reminded her of Ezekiel –his style?– which made containing her self-control a lot more difficult.

[Luca Wolfraine]

Now, as a hunter Luca had seen some pretty weird things. The supernatural sons-of-bitches that he tussled with as a living tended to have a talent for throwing him into the most surreal - and occasionally downright insane - situations, so it wasn't like he was unused to the unexpected.
Yet, some random young woman walkng straight over, sitting herself down and asking if he had any bacon was something else.
Odd. Spontanious. Perhaps a tad bit suspicious, but Luca was too laid-back for paranoid theorising. Instead, he inclined his head in acknowledgement of her arrival, his trademark crooked smile pulling at his lips. Using the small plate that had come with his coffee he calmly cut her half of his bacon portion and slid it over to her, along with a pair of cutlery, without batting an eyelid.

"Interesting conversation-opener. 'Hello', ' how are you', are rather clichéd phrases nowadays, though. "

He observed her clinically from behind his shades. The strange woman simply sat there, beaming at him - had she even blinked since she'd at down? - as if they were old friends. Now, Luca wasn't the sharpest crayon in the box and he never claimed to be, but this stranger's behaviour was just a little too strange to be shrugged off. One didn't survive as a hunter because you had big guns; you survived because you had a good gut. Currently, Luca's gut was politely informing him that this was no ordinary human female sitting across from him.
If she was human at all.


"Well, seeing as I selflessly sacrificed part of my breakfast for your cause, may I at least have your name in return?" He queried, unfazable as usual, before popping a forkful of scrambled eggs in his mouth.
Still, it wasn't typical of him to jump to conclusions. Make intuitive leaps, yes, but not spontaniously conjure up a possible theory and surge into action. Luca preferred to go along, learn by observation, perhaps even slip in some subtle manipulation, then take an opportunity where it arose. He was all too aware that it was unwise to judge someone on appearance alone.
After all, he was the monster-hunter with yellow eyes and scars on his wrists. A life like that kind of taught you to look before you leap.

[SARIEL]

The angel’s eyes brightened considerably at the sight of the bacon. Disregarding the utensils, Sariel simply used her fingers, shoving a piece into her mouth ravenously. “Thank you,” she said, genuinely grateful, between bites. Despite consuming bacon on a daily basis the taste always amazed her, savoring that first mouthful as if she had never had the chance to eat it before now. Bacon was without a doubt the greatest food in existence; ice cream received second place.

When the bacon was gone, devoured in no time at all, she sighed in contentment; she could not believe Ezekiel had failed to attend such a magnificent meal. The angel stared appallingly at the eggs, sticking her tongue out as Luca swallowed a forkful; aside from vegetables, eggs were one of the few foods that caused her to cringe in disgust. “You can keep those,” she declared. “I don’t understand how humans can endure the stench alone.”

“My name is Sariel. . .Can I have a drink of your coffee? I don’t think I’ve tried it before.” She had a fondness for sampling various cuisines; beverages were not her forte. Though it appeared that coffee had become a rather popular drink here on earth –she wanted to try it too.

Leaning across the table, she sniffed curiously at the coffee. “It smells good. Let me try please.” She blinked up at Luca, prodding the cup. “I’ll love you forever.”

[Luca Wolfraine]

Luca watched as the stranger ignored the proffered cutlery and used her fingers instead. He was not repulsed, merely mildly bemused by such a sight as he savoured his remaining breakfast.
Definitely not normal. No self-respecting woman behaved so, well... Erratically.
" ... You're welcome."
Her facial expressions were hilarious. The side of his lips twitched as he ate.
She finished her donation in seconds, then sighed, looking at his side of the table in a way that made Luca feel slightly protective of his plate. He'd paid for this food, he was going to eat it, random stranger be damned. Fortunately, it turned out that she didn't like eggs. Before Luca could sigh a mental breath of relief, however, she asked to drink some of his coffee.
She also gave him a name.
Sariel.
Luca's brow furrowed, ever so slightly. As a practicing Catholic, it was a familiar name; an angel's name. In fact, Judaic-Christian texts said Sariel was the angel of death.
An angel of death that held an unhealthy fondness for bacon? Right. Of course. That made sense. Behind the sunglasses, Luca rolled his eyes. Still, by the distancing language of saying ' humans' instead of ' you ' or ' other people ' heavily implied that she herself was not human, and such a choice of words could not be shrugged off. Luca filed it away under the new and rapidly growing list of 'Strange Things About Sariel'.
" Pleasure to meet you, Sariel." His lips pulled into a grin as he watched her sniff at his coffee, prod it, then blink up at him appealingly. Strangely cute, in a puppy-like kind of way.
" Sure, you can have a sip, because I'm a nice guy like that. But don't spill it. I need it to keep me awake." He paused, considering, then added,
" It's still pretty hot, too, so be careful."

[SARIEL]

“Thank you!” Sariel exclaimed, gingerly taking a hold of the cup. The angel inhaled the interesting scent, gazing at the coffee with wide eyes; at least it emitted a rather pleasant aroma. Taking a tentative sip, she blinked, amazed by the taste. It was unlike any beverage she had sampled and she now understood why coffee was well-liked by a great deal of people. “This is very good,” she said, setting the cup back on the tabletop. “I wonder what it would taste like if I dipped bacon into it. . .” Sariel trailed off at the seemingly brilliant idea, licking her lips hungrily. “You should try it.”

Materializing food from thin air was no feat for the angel. She could easily create platefuls of bacon and cups of coffee with the snap of her finger. However, she learned that not all humans found her ability to do so amazing; there were those who cried, most screamed, and years ago she had even been shot at, which was not fun at all. If somebody was capable of making bacon appear instantly you would think they would be on cloud nine; Sariel would.

“Humans are no fun,” she muttered, more to herself than anyone as she recalled the failed attempts at camaraderie. Her siblings were not near as enjoyable to be around –aside from Ariel and Ezekiel– though she disliked the fear mortals felt when confronted by the supernatural. At least Sariel attempted to get to know humans instead of running in the opposite direction. Of course meeting an Archangel of death was not a particularly good thing, but she thought she was quite nice compared to her brothers and sisters. “Though you’re different, right? You aren’t afraid of me, huh?”

Swiveling her head around, she sniffed the air. “I smell bacon. . .” Across the room a waitress placed a plate in front of a costumer, sizzling hot pieces of bacon curling around a pile of hash browns. It took all her might to sit still. Instead of begging the individual for a portion of their breakfast, Sariel glanced at the small plate Luca had lent her, a pile of bacon showing up immediately on its surface.

She smiled sheepishly up at him. “Do you want some?” Sariel had not meant to lose control, but how could she sit by with the scent of bacon tempting her, forever out of arms reach? The worst he could do was stab her with his fork, right?