Supernatural Chapter One

 Words:

hoof; contract; mascara; pensioner; to lecture

Story:

”The King of Hell is looking for his future successor!

You are my demon if you:

• have expertise in negotiating into contracts
• are excellent at communication and contact making.

Advantage, if you have some hundred years routine as one of the Demons of the Crossroads.

If you would like to apply for the job, send me your curriculum vitae with a photo and your motivation letter on the job@kingofhell.com.”

Dean already have snorted by the first words of the advertisement. He couldn't imagine Crowley as a pensioner. He couldn't imagine he sent his advertisement in this local newspaper of this town in Texas.

Although even his awakening was totally absurd. The voice of hasty hoofs wrenched him out of his dream. So he couldn’t remember anything but the searching glance of shining, blue eyes. Now he was thinking through and he realized: these angelic eyes were the only rational things in his whole day.

He tried to wake up Sam but in vain: his brother turned to his other side and slept on longer peacefully. Unusually peacefully, Dean mused about it to himself.

However the hunger, the curiosity and his ever growing frustration allured him into this wood-house, where, after he had asked for a hopefully not-unusual hamburger from the barkeeper in usually dress; this unusually ads caught his eyes.

”Dean? Dean Winchester?” he heard the woman’s voice behind his back.

The hunter, who had always been distrustful of his new acquaintances at first, knitted his brows, while he exhaustively took the measure of the woman with long, curly, red hair. Her dark-green eyes were edged perhaps by thick lashes made densed by the mascara. Despite this her look was straight although a little bit indecisive.

”It depends on who wants to know.” the man replied finally. She was still put out, maybe this was the reason why she decided to cut to the chase at once.

”Meg told me that I can turn to you calmly.”

As he heard their common acquaintance, Dean felt, how his nerves collected in his stomach. He heard Meg’s name first many years ago, however he could not decide by this day if he can trust her. Maybe this woman didn’t bring up the fittest demon’s name.

He wanted to react to it but the hamburger which the barkeeper put in front of him and modestly backed down from the conversation.

Before Dean said anything to the woman, her eyes became as black as night for a moment.

”Please, Dean, I need your help!” she was begging him.

The man was just struck dumb. It’s a really unusually day. A demon who is begging him but not for her life. She was begging him for his help! He was curious so he didn’t break off the conversation while in his thoughts he had already assessed the situation and planted the last moments of her doubtless-long life. How fortunate they kept Ruby’s knife!

”Meg thinks you are the only one who can help me.”

”Sorry, but I don’t care!” Dean shrugged his shoulders then he snatched up his hamburger. He started to walk towards the door.

”You did not understand me, Dean.” the woman said looking his back. ”It was me who brought both of you here. Into this starnge world, where Sam can sleep until noon, where the king of demons advertive in the local newspaper...” when he looked around he saw she showed him Crowley’s advertisement. ”And believe me: I will not ask from you to do anything you wouldn’t do with all your heart.”

”What do you want?” Dean asked finally. Her answer echoed in his ears for some long moments. He was sure it was the sentence which she was waiting for ages.

”I want to lecture the King of Hell.”

End of the Chapter One...  

Chapter Two: http://sunny-donnelly.blog.hu/2015/…/15/5words1story_spn_921