You Called? (Supernatural)

III. What's Up, Stranger?

(AN: Picture above is Xavier^^)

I was surprised at the point of the sun - I must have been searching for longer than I had originally thought. The gleaming light washed across the street, bathing the city in warmth. People milled about up and down the street, and a few colourful cars putted around.
I checked my phone's time. It was a few hours before noon, and I hurried my butt to the nearby neighbourhood gas station. I burst in, demanding the attention of the cashier, the only person inside.
Tony Travis had dyed his hair blue this week, frosting the tips of his naturally dark hair. His acne had flared up again, and his black, thick-framed glasses had been cleaned recently.
As soon as his green eyes settled on my brown ones, any tension in his body was released though an exhale.
      "Finally! Where have you been, Leblanc? Took you long enough to get here. Come on, I've got a date." A wry smile flickered like a candle flame over my face.
"You'll excuse me if I don't take your word for it, Travis," I teased half-heartedly. He laughed, letting his vest slide from his arms. He perched it on his labelled hook in the back room, just as I slipped my own vest from mine.
Tony waved goodbye as he positioned on his jockey cap, and the bells above the door tinkled brightly at his leaving. I positioned myself behind the counter before noticing the one of the lights was flickering. I sighed, bending down to retrieve a fresh bulb. I stepped up onto the counter and began to unscrew the offending light.
The bulb squeaked as it abandoned its home, the warmth from the electricity heating my hand. I thought back to the book that was stored away with my bag and coat. Why on earth did someone feel the need to invent a spell to summon an angel?
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I wondered if it would really work. If I had an angel at my side, things would be better. I wouldn't have to worry about Dad. The angel could cure his amnesia, and he would be fit to work again, so I could focus on my schoolwork. Maybe I would even be able to move out, get a good job, maybe even get married -
"Excuse me." The voice shocked me from my daydreaming, startling me so suddenly that I yelped, my foot slipped and I tumbled off the counter. I squeezed my eyes shut, awaiting the harsh embrace of the tiled floor. Instead of stone, however, I landed on something much softer. I looked up and found myself nose-to-nose with a man.
My face lit up. "Xavier!" He laughed, looking as surprised as I was at my sudden tumble. His blonde hair hangs in his face like it always does, getting in his murky blue eyes. Setting me on my feet, he dragged a hand through his hair and offered me a grin.
"Hey there, Leblanc," he greeted in an amused tone. "Nice of you to drop in." I rolled my eyes, taking my place behind the counter once more. The light I'd just replaced begins to flicker again. I sigh, my shoulders slumping as I glare up at it. Maybe something was wrong with the circuit.
"What's up, stranger?" I asked brightly, choosing to ignore the flickering. Xavier had a football-player's build, which didn't serve him well at the moment. The desk of the gas station was small, and was flanked with two stands, one of gummy bears and the other of batteries and Swiss Army knives. This meant that he had to either force his large frame to squeeze in between them, or back up until we were a ridiculous amount apart. He went for the lesser of the poisons and backed away.
      He shrugged. "Just wanted to check up on how you're feeling. How's the leg?" I peered down at my left leg in question, flexing it, testing it out. I shrugged.
      "I'll be left with a bit of a limp, but it's healed nicely, considering the sloppy patch-up," I said, staring accusingly at my friend. Xavier looked horribly offended, dramatically placing a hand to his chest in mock hurt.
      "I did..." He threw his gaze to the ceiling and forced a sob, pressing a fist to his mouth like he was holding back tears. "...the best I could!" I snorted, rolling my eyes and trying to hide my smile. It didn't work very well.
      "Anyways," I continued, with a pointed look. "I got a book at the library today, for a religion project, and apparently it can 'summon an angel', or something like that." I scoffed, but Xavier's brows crept up until they vanished beneath his hair.
      "Are you going to try it?" He asked.
      "No!" I exclaimed. "It's not like it'll actually work, it's just something someone made up for money! Come on, you should know this." Xavier's eyes sparkled. I knew that look - it was the look he got when he was planning a supposedly brilliant idea that would absolutely not end well.
      "We should try it." The biggest grin formed on his face. "I'll be over at seven, make sure you've got everything we need. I don't even care if it doesn't work, it's been a long time since I tried something creepy."
"What?" I whined. "Xavier, what's the point? It's not like anything will come from it -" I wasn't given a chance to finish my point or opinion, because before I finished speaking, Xavier opened his mouth to interrupt me.
"Seven it is!" He only smirked at my infuriated and exasperated expression. He whirled around on his heel and lifted a hand. "See you then!" The jingle of the bells above the door only grew on my nerves.
I pulled my hand through my hair, grabbing at the roots in frustration. I loved the guy, he was my best friend, but sometimes I swore I would've been able to break his neck and feel no remorse.
"UGH!" I cried. Before I could indulge in my emotions for much longer, the door was thrown open again, and an older couple shuffled in. I straightened, offering them a gruesome smile that probably looked more like a grimace. I could picture my wild appearance, my face still flushed, my hair in an embarrassing state. "Hi, how can I help you today?"