Sid-er-eus ~ Latin
Heavenly; Starry; Star-like
Stars are holes in the universe; the light of heaven coming from the other side.
Book Two in the Solivagant Series.
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"You don't have the demon knife."
"I was killing demonic bitches long before you brought that knife back into play."
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Silently Dean and I watch the flashy hotel from inside his impala down the street. The lush vehicle Sam switched to parked right out the front. He's trying to be unpredictable doing the opposite of what we've been taught. Something we knew Sam would try to shake us if we caught his tracks. Hence the flamboyant hotel and expensive stolen car. The opposite of inconspicuous... being conspicuous.
True to that statement, Sam's alias was lazily booked against a honeymoon suite. The confirmation was sent to a new burner that didn't take Bobby long to track for us through Sam's credit card withdrawal. I'll admit I give Sam points for trying but we know him. He had to have known we wouldn't be far from on his tail. Striding down the hallway I grab Dean's shirt and shove him silently backwards before Sam can catch us. Stood behind the wall to conceal us I patiently wait until I can't hear his heavy footsteps against the carpet.
"You think it's going to take you long to gank this bitch?" Dean bitterly mutters no louder than a murmur.
Knife sliding from my sleeve I curl my fingers tightly around the handle, "I'm feelin pretty fucking murderous." Gazing down at me Dean's lip manages to twitch from amusement.
With orders for Dean to watch the door, I sneak a peek after Sam, noting the hallways quiet. Inching over to the hotel room I curl my fingers around the gold doorknob. Twisting so slow and silently that a single noise isn't made. Pushing the door open can't focus on any of the bouche white décor or the fluffy pillows. I have tunnel vision when I see Ruby quickly stuffing her bag with clothes. Silently slipping inside I rest the door in the archway. Twisting the doorknob would waste time I don't feel like throwing away. My boots make no sound as I step silently across the fluffy carpeted floors. Creeping up the marble stairs towards the bed my hand tightens its grip around the handle and I let my anger ripple to the surface. Sinking into the loathing and rage I've contained for her. My blood boiling with every step I take close to her.
