Chapter 53: A few little problems

"Keep me posted!" Abel shouted after the wolf, Danjal chuckled at this. Shaking his head and running his fingers through his rapidly growing hair. It was starting to get longer with each passing day, it grew like a weed.

"Anyways," Abel chuckled, glancing back at Danjal and Robin with tired eyes.

"You two can make it down to the Grotto okay? I'm not sure where he is exactly, but I trust him,"

Robin nodded at this, Danjal glanced at his friend then back up to Abel. His mind buzzed with song as Abel spoke, he rolled his hands over his tattooed arm before glancing down at Robin again. The smaller demon stopped paying attention to what Abel was talking about. His eyes down to the floor, Danjal silently wondered what the other was thinking about. Swallowing the urge to bother the archer with questions he turned his attention back to Abel. Listening to what the hunter was saying half heartedly, his mind moved to the Grotto. What even was it? The large demon moved his gaze back to Robin again, forcing himself to look elsewhere as the archer looked towards him.

"Alright team!" Abel finally said, "Let's figure this stuff out,"

"Oh! That reminds me," Mishka said, getting to her feet and digging into her pocket. She pulled a small vial out of her jacket, putting it up into the harsh early morning sunshine that bathed the room in its warmth.

"What is it?" Booker asked, and she handed it to the other who was pulling on their large purple crocs, getting ready to go back to work.

"You know herbs, right? I found it in Cain's house,"

"What?" Abel murmured, grabbing the bottle from Booker and twisting the top before Booker grabbed him. Shaking their head,

"Do not," Booker snarled, yanking the bottle from their friend. "Sorry, It's just-- rather not have you die,"

Abel looked shocked, "What is it?" He whispered. Booker rolled their hand through their puffy hair, letting it drop to the back of their neck with a low, dramatic sigh.

"What?" Abel pushed, causing the doctor to groan again

"I swear to fucking God, Booker," Mishka groaned, tapping her foot.

"Fine fine," They snorted.

"Hey, can we go?"

Danjal glanced down at Robin who was leaning towards him with his eyes wide, Danjal inspected the others face for a heartbeat before getting up.

"Alright, hey guys, we're out!" He said to the group.

"Okay, Good luck! let me know if you die," Abel said, not looking up from his phone as he googled something. His eyes moving from the words on the screen to the plant inside the vial.

Danjal made his way towards the front room, stopping as Robin scrambled after him. The smaller man didn't complain about Danjal's quicker pace; often the man had to remind himself to slow down for the archer.

"Norma's taking care of Alan for the next few days," Robin started as they made for the stairs, "I just need to grab my weapon and we can go. It's only a day's drive down to Texas."

The archers' words were cut off as Donnie pelted down the steps, practically throwing Robin over. Danjal put a hand out to catch Robin if he was thrown back but he seemed to collect himself just in time. Gasping in shock as a Quiver was shoved into his arms.

"Merry Christmas!" Donnie laughed, causing Robin to blink at him in surprise.

"All of your arrows are now perfectly modified! Took me and Issy a day or two but I'm happy with it," He grinned bright at the demon who looked shocked at the gift,

"You uh-- Thank you!" Robin gasped. Dan looked over the dark, silver weapons. Their bright colors on the ends matched with Robin's favorite colors, yellow and blue.

"Anything for me?" Danjal asked, though he didn't expect anything, he felt shocked when Donnie dug into his jacket pocket and dropped something into his open palm. It was a small, soft white and pink shell that reminded Danjal of his home in Hawaii. He could tell it did something, with a few carefully placed screws it was also decently heavy for a shell but from a distance it looked real.

"What is this?" Danjal asked as he held up the necklace to the light. The cream and pink insides shimmered through the brilliant sunshine.

"It's a shell!"

"Well I know what it is," Danjal laughed, running the small pink shell between his fingers. Pulling the necklace over his head and letting the shell drop to his chest.

"I'll explain it later," Donnie replied smoothly, not wanting to bore the large man.

"It's not gonna explode at the Grotto or anything, is it?" Robin asked, reaching forward and picking it up. Danjal felt a rush of warmth flood over him like lava when Robin picked up the shell, his eyes ran over the grooves telling Danjal the man might attempt to open the shell at some point out of sheer curiosity. Dropping it only seconds later.

"Nope, it's not super impressive and a little old. But I don't have a whole lotta time to explain, I'll do it when you two get back."

"What even is the Grotto?" Danjal asked, grinning down at Donnie. The wolf scratched at his cheek rapidly, almost dog like before speaking.

"It's a dude ranch, you know? Horses, animals, they teach kids to do farm stuff," He said with a hum, "Run by reformed vampires. My sister helps out there sometimes."

"Well I'll be damned," Danjal murmured, glancing over the shell again. Wondering if he knew anyone that worked there, though he was sure they'd come to his bar at some point.

"Robin all the arrows are marked, the only ones that don't do anything special have black nock's and Fletching's. The quiver also got a few things I tossed in there,"

"You're one amazing son of a bitch," Danjal mused, pulling out one of the arrows and inspecting it. Donnie bowed to the man as Israfil trotted past with a few of their suitcases.

"We gotta go, don't have too much fun!" Donnie said as he grabbed one of the suitcases and raced down the steps. Danjal watched the two men vanish out of the home before returning his attention back to the arrow.

"I don't understand why they're so nice to me," Robin whispered, Danjal placed the arrow back into the other's bag.

"Cause you deserve it," Danjal replied smoothly, grinning at the other but Robin's frown didn't change. He simply shrugged and started up the steps, Danjal followed after his eyes fixated on the other's hoodie. Deep in thought as they made for Robin's small room, the demon pushed inside.

"Hang on," He whispered, closing the door behind him. Danjal felt a flush of anxiety, since he and Merlin had started dating Robin was distant. Though the bigger demon wasn't dating her anymore he couldn't help but feel as if he lost some trust with Robin, he didn't understand why but he also couldn't understand why the demon had moved all the way to New York out of the blue. The memory still made his chest clench painfully.

"Are you hiding something?" Danjal asked from where he stood outside of the door,

"No, I just..don't worry about it," Robin shouted out from where he was in the room. The soft sound of shuffling was heard before the small demon returned, shutting the door behind him with a sigh.

"Alright, let's go,"

***

Danjal had exhausted his few Elvis CD's through the drive, causing the demon beside him to switch to an Elvis podcast for the large man. Danjal wasn't used to driving, before the darkness he'd just imagined where he wanted to go and in a flash he'd be there! Sometimes he'd get distracted and end up in the wrong place but it wasn't often. Now? He had to drive, a small price to pay for the extra bump in power he felt.

He glanced over to Robin who was settled in the seat beside him, the man was deep asleep despite the innocent that talked through the radio. Danjal had found himself nearly crashing as he looked over to Robin every few minutes, why was he doing that? That was unknown, Danjal couldn't put his finger on it but the man simply made him happy.

After a few more hours of driving Danjal pulled into an overnight parking lot and the man yawned. Rubbing his forehead a few times, he nudged the other awake. Robin groaned and blinked sleepily up towards the other,

"What's up?" He grumbled,

"Sleep time," Danjal replied,

"You woke me up to tell me to go back to sleep?" Robin asked. Danjal blinked at the other, thinking this over before giving a nod and a shrug.

"Guess so,"

Robin smiled at this, shaking his head.

"Come on," Danjal opened the door. Robin blinked in surprise but followed the other, Danjal glanced up to the stars. Brown eyes glittered with warmth, the light from the large moon glittered against his olive-brown skin.

"What are you doing?" Robin chuckled, following his friend. Danjal pulled himself into the bed of the truck, taking the tarp off the bottom to show a small, premade sleeping area. A handful of blankets all nestled together with a few pillows.

"Free bed," He laughed, glancing around him to make sure no one else was around that could make the smaller demon nervous. Though he didn't care far too much he knew the other might be uncomfortable.

"Why do you have this?" Robin asked, pulling himself up onto the bed of the truck and slowly lowering himself into the cold blankets. He settled himself beside Robin, arms under his head as he looked towards the stars,

"I tend to take my dates out star gazing," He admitted, "Drives the woman crazy,"

Robin looked uncomfortable, shuffling around awkwardly before turning away.

"Cool," He whispered, Danjal frowned at this.

"Are you angry with me?" Danjal asked bluntly.

Robin froze, turning to look back at Danjal. His eyes glittered like blue diamonds in the moon's light sending a rush through Danjal.

"No," He replied with a bit of his lip.

"Why...did you leave Louisiana?" Danjal asked, turning to look up into the darkness of the night sky. Robin did the same, Danjal could feel the other shuffle closer to him in an attempt to keep warm.

"I just...wanted space," Robin whispered, Danjal turned to look at his friend. Sitting up with his hand resting on his cheek, his elbow buried in the blankets below. The soft sound of crickets filled the air, a few hopped around their car. The parking lot was nearly empty aside from a truck or two that sat in peaceful slumber.

"You always say that," Danjal whispered, "But...you and I were basically inseparable. Then you were suddenly gone," He tried to keep the hurt from his voice. Robin's sudden desire to move away had troubled him greatly, it ruined his mood to the point he and Merlin ended up breaking up. Since then he'd been depressed but couldn't pinpoint why, aside from losing his girlfriend that was.

"I-I need to use the restroom," Robin whispered, a shot of anxiety flooded his gaze causing Danjal to blink in surprise. Watching his friend practically throw himself off the trunk of the car, walking rapidly across the parking lot towards a small building with a few public restrooms. Danjal laid back down, staring up at the starlight with his mind troubled. He shut his eyes, breathing in deeply to attempt and clear his buzzing mind.

His eyes flickered open a half hour later, he had dozed off but Robin wasn't back. The lionheart felt something was wrong, deep in his gut. It rolled through him like a wave as the large demon pulled himself up from the warmth of the blankets and hopped to the floor. His bare feet landed on the pavement, the rocks under foot didn't bother the man who grew up walking around barefoot most of his life.

"Robin?" He called out, pulling out his phone only to notice Robin's cell was sitting on the front seat. He frowned deeper, a tug on his skin. His King was in danger. Without a second thought Danjal took off towards the restrooms, ears pricking forward as he got closer. The sound of laughter could be heard as he practically broke down the restroom door. The strong smell of the toilets hit him quickly but not as fast as the sound of laughter, Robin was shoved up against a wall looking defeated. Two men with pale skin were shoving a knife into the demon's face, his ear bleeding from. Seeing the blood really caused Danjal to see red, growling deeply, inhuman.

The two men froze at the noise, slowly turning to look at the brute behind them. The Hawaiian native stood tall, muscular against the drugged out men whose eyes turned to the size of moons as they spotted Danjal.

Robin gasped as he saw his friend, "Dan," He whispered, "They have a gun,"

One of the men yanked a gun out as if on cue, holding it up with a smirk.

"We just want his money and that golden necklace, that's all. Not looking for any issues," The man snarled, Danjal's eye twitched in rage.

"You made my friend bleed for money and gold?" He spat, causing the robber to flinch. The shorter of the two was chubby with his pupils' pinpricks, the other long and lanky. Holding Robin against the dirty restroom walls, blood smeared against the tiles.

"You trying to fight us, look buddy, we just want his necklace and money and we'll leave,"

Danjal growled again, his vision got blurry as rage took over. He huffed like a bull, without giving them any more time to speak he slammed his fist into the floor. The earth under his touch exploded upwards, sending old, cheap tiles flying everywhere as dirt pulled from the floor and tore towards the robbers. They yowled in shock and fear, breaking away from Robin. The man with the knife attempted to leap past Danjal but the lionheart grabbed him, thrusting him down to the floor and slamming the others face into the ground. Knocking the man unconscious with one easy movement, the fatter of the two stumbled backwards holding the gun up shakily.

Danjal growled, taking a few angry steps forward. Only for Robin to place a hand gently on the raging demon's chest. Lava dripped onto Danjal's heart causing him to pause, glancing towards the other with a look of curiosity.

"They're...just trying to get by," Robin whispered sadly, looking down at the bigger man before turning and walking towards the door. Danjal glared at the man on the floor who had pushed himself as far as he could against a urinal. Danjal turned away only to hear a loud pop, a rush of air, only to hear Robin gasp in pain. Danjal turned to the other who had shot, grazing Robin's cheek with the bullet.

"You'd shoot someone with their back turned? You don't deserve your skin," Danjal hissed out.

"No Dan!"

Danjal no longer listened to Robin, he shoved past the smaller man and grabbed the robber who screamed in fear. He tossed the man against the wall before he had time to ready his weapon,

"If I ever see your face again I'll kill you." Danjal hissed, his voice becoming distorted as his fangs grew till they pressed into his bottom lip, "If Robin wasn't here I'd peel your skin off your bones and throw you into the hottest pits of hell,"

With that, Danjal dropped the other angrily before storming past Robin and out of the restroom. Taking in air as he attempted to calm his rapidly beating heart, Robin raced after him.

"Dan, wait!"

"Telling me to spare them! You could have died!" Danjal shouted, turning to the other in anger. Robin flinched at the others raised voice,

"They're just stupid and high," Robin shouted back, tears racing down his cheeks from the experience.

"So are a lotta people but they don't stab someone in the ear!" Danjal snapped, only for his anger to fade as Robin's crying became sobs.

"Stop yelling at me," He cried out, "You know I hate that,"

Danjal silently cursed himself, feeling embarrassment at having screamed at the man. Robin made the other crazy and he couldn't figure out why,

"Stop putting yourself in danger," Danjal replied back, only to glare at the floor. Why did he say that? Robin didn't answer, he held himself and sobbed softly. Shivering from the adrenaline, Danjal sighed and slowly walked back to his friend.

"I'm sorry," Robin sobbed out after a few shattered heartbeats

"No...I...I'm sorry," He whispered softly to Robin who let the bigger man wrap his arms around him, holding him to his chest as he hugged him.

"I didn't mean to," Robin sobbed out, "I only had five dollars on me but they wanted my Adinkra and I couldn't give it to them!"

Danjal sighed, leaning down slightly so he could hoist the other into his arms. Making his way back to the car, Robin didn't seem to mind being carried as he started to calm down. Danjal got back into the bed of the truck, laying down and letting the man go. Robin sniffled, curling himself around the pillow. The notch in his ear still bled but Danjal didn't know what to do now as the smaller man turned away from him to sleep.

***

Abel looked shocked at his friend, the sudden movement caught the hunter off guard causing a shot of anxiety to roll through his system, "What is it?" He whispered.

Booker rolled their hand through their puffy hair, letting it drop to the back of their neck with a low, dramatic sigh.

"What?" Abel pushed, despite the irritation in his voice he couldn't keep the smile off his face. Leave it to Booker to be overdramatic in the worst times. The doctor to groaned again

"I swear to fucking God, Booker," Mishka groaned, tapping her foot.

"Fine fine," They snorted.

Abel rolled his eyes at the pair, glancing at Bailey and Baal as they stepped a bit closer to get a better look at everything.

"It's Hemlock," Booker snorted, "Pretty fresh too! Just smelling it can make you sick,"

The words caused Abel to feel a sickness bubble in his stomach as if he'd swallowed acid. Mishka's eyes grew wide, putting a hand over her mouth as horror flooded her gaze.

"Why...would they be giving Cain this?" She whispered, taking the glass vial from the other who shrugged lightly.

"Little every so often won't kill a guy," He replied smoothly, "Make him weaker? Maybe,"

"Might explain why Cain was pale as all hell until he came here," Baal snorted out, crossing his arms over his chest. Bailey tapped her foot against the floor, pulling out her phone. It buzzed a few times against her palm, she groaned softly.

"Why would they do that, though?" Mishka asked, recalling the many times her boyfriend had come back to the home looking ill or dizzy. The man was convinced he was allergic to something in his house.

"My guess?" Baal said, Abel snatched the vial from Mishka who glared at him.

"Weaken him, an angel has to have permission to enter a person. That is, in theory. Every so often you hear the case of an angel going rogue and taking the body of someone too weak physically to put up a fight."

"Why would an angel want this?" Abel asked, "To be...whatever it is they're making Cain,"

Baal shrugged, rubbing the back of his head, "Not sure," He admitted, "Would explain his behavior though, he only had a demon's anti possession mark on his skin. Angel's are a whole different breed,"

Abel glanced down at the herds, only for Booker to reach forward and take them away from the other. The pharmacist pocketed the vial into the large white lab coat,

"Tell you what, I'll do some digging!" Booker snorted, "See if anyone knows more about this stuff than me."

Abel nodded at this, "Sounds like a plan,"

"Wouldn't they need to be feeding this stuff to Cain for a long time though?" Chamuel asked, glancing around at everyone. Bailey started to look a tad distressed as she typed into the phone.

"Probably!" Baal snorted, "Especially since Cain is one of the kings,"

"And a Winchester,"

Everyone paused, glancing at Mishka who was crying now. Rubbing her eyes with the back of her oversized hoodie, Abel eyes the college name on the front.

"What do you mean?" Abel asked, turning more towards her, "I thought he was just part of my mom's side,"

Mishka bit her lip, shaking her head and scrolling through pictures on her phone. After a few silent seconds she handed the phone gingerly to Abel who looked over the pictures with wide eyes. Chamuel leaned down to look as well, letting his chin rest on top of Abel's head.

"This says...Granjero is…" He eyed one of his Winchester relatives, how they'd had children with someone of a different last name. Breaking off to another branch of the tree.

Abel's throat felt dry, his mother's line was the odd one out. He silently wondered about her family tree, what would he find?

"Cain's...a Winchester," Abel said softly, glancing up at his friend with guilt in his eyes.

Bailey's phone let out a soft ring, she snorted and glanced around at her friends.

"I know this is important," She started carefully, attempting to not ruin the moment, "But if we don't leave now Dutch will ditch, and this might be our only chance."

***

Mishka watched the group pack up quickly, snatching up the painting they needed and racing out of the home. She glanced at Booker who was lazily making their way towards the front door, spinning their car keys in the air as if they didn't have a care in the world. Mishka sighed, wishing she had as little worries as them.

Shaking her head as an attempt to clear the fatigue that rolled through her veins. She had slept for a long time last night and couldn't figure out why she was so exhausted, her stomach also cramped up which wasn't normal for her.

"I gotta be catching something," She sighed to herself, pulling out her phone and looking at the background picture of her and Cain. Her heart clenched,

"I'll find you Sugar," She whispered to the man, making her way towards the man cave.

"Soon as I find Norma's stash of redbull,"

She grabbed the handle of the door and pushed into the mancave, the light from the kitchen spilled over the wooden steps that lead to the shag carpeted room. Trotting down till her feet hit the bottom, she felt a wave of dizziness rush over her.

"Dammit," She hissed, she was so stressed she felt her body fighting back. The floor squeaked under her shoes as she made for the television, rolling a hand over the wall till it shuttered and slowly opened.

"Mhm," She chuckled, "Still here,"

She grimaced at the collection of spiders that raced away from her shoes as she made down the short set of stairs. She couldn't remember there being this many spiders before, her foot kicked something. She reached for the light switch on the wall behind her, flicking it on to illuminate the large collections of cobwebs that lined nearly every inch of the empty wooden panic room. Only a path to the single refrigerator attached to the wall was clean of any of the sticky webbing, she glanced down and looked at the phone in shock.

A large crack ran down its center as if it were dropped from a great height. She picked it up, examining it for a few seconds. The case was a soft orange, with a picture of Abel and Chamuel under the case. Another picture of Sam's son beside it, and beside this was a picture of a man who looked strikingly similar to Abel. Dean maybe?

Something landed on her head, she gasped out and scrambled backwards. Racing fingers through her fluffy hair, expecting a spider to fall out but instead it looked like a piece of candy. She picked it up, she was right! It was bright red with a white letter on the front. She looked around in confusion, why would there be candy in here? She felt a few more fall on her head, glancing up. The ceiling in this room reaches up high, with a set of stairs camouflaged into the wall that leads up to a door. The door belonged to a room that was around the third floor.

She now noticed that a few things had fallen from this room, wrappers, a few pencils. Mishka sucked up her fear and made her way towards the stairs.

***

"Her names Dutch, her girlfriend's...got a bit of a personality," Bailey groaned, watching the world flash by from her spot in the back of the Impala. Abel watched her from the front mirror, attempting to keep his attention on the road but his mind filled with confusion. What was going on with Cain?

"Bigger than yours?" Chamuel asked from where he sat beside Abel, turning his head to grimace at her. She snorted,

"Sass me all you want," she rolled her fingers through her hair, attempting to fix the front as they got closer to their destination.

"But I'm about to save us a boat load of research, also Abel," She said, opening her small makeup mirror. Holding it up to her face, Baal waved at her through the mirror. She snorted and elbowed him playfully,

"She might say something about your hickies, just a heads up,"

Abel felt his face turn red, Chamuel gave his boyfriend a nervous smile. Rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Sorry," Cham whispered, Abel shook his head but smiled.

"She's just gonna be jealous I got an angel kissing on me!"

Chamuel grinned wide at the other, feeling his face head up from the man's words.

"Actually, she got you beat," Abel glanced back towards the other with a confused look in his eyes. Turning attention back to the road as the map on his phone pinged their destination. Pulling up to a trailer park, it seemed to be one made for people traveling with large, home looking trailers that stacked beside each other in near perfect unison. Abel pulled into the parking lot just outside of the park, pushing open the door and stepping out. Grabbing the violin case that was settled beside his front seat.

The slam of the doors of the Impala seemed to echo in the warm air of the aging sunshine.

"It's trailer--" Abel started to say, brushing his bangs out of his face with a hand. Using his other hand to read the message on his phone.

"Forty three," Abel finished, glancing up to the large assortment of homes. Bailey walked past him, she didn't seem to need any sort of direction.

"You'll know her place when you see it," Bailey laughed, Abel shrugged as the four made their way through the hordes of families who all looked as if they were on vacation. Abel's gaze moved from one portable trailer to the next. Some were huge, with at least two stories while others small.

Some of the moving homes had a bench seated outside with people chatting, drinking beer and enjoying the sunshine.

"This place is like a camping group for hippies," Baal chuckled as they came up to a pink camper. It looked as if it had rolled out of the eighties, with it's metal frame, odd shape and rusty edges. A shag carpet was laid out in front of the small trailer, it was as pink as the moving home with an awning stretched over a couple of plastic chairs.

A chubby woman leapt up from her spot in one of the chairs, her bright pink lipstick curved upwards with a smile. She wore a satin pink flowing shirt with a blue plaid skin that ran down past her knees. She waved a hand in the air at them, her white high heels clicked softly against the concrete underfoot.

"Bailey!" She hollered, waving to the other. Bailey gave a thin smile to the woman as she tied her long, brown hair into a tight ponytail.

"Hey Hahasiah!" Bailey chuckled, Chamuel froze looking at the woman in shock.

"This is the group?" Hahasiah asked as they came up, now that Abel was closer he could see she was strong. Before anyone could say anything her smile died, she stared at Abel with wide eyes.

"Where's his soul?" She asked immediately, causing Abel to flinch.

"Hahasiah, calm down," Bailey said, holding up a hand,

"Calm down? You brought the king of kings here without a soul?" She practically shouted this causing Abel to flinch more. Forcing himself not to look away, he felt Chamuel's hand on his shoulder. Leaning into the others touch as Hahasiah walked up to Abel, she roughly grabbed his face and stared into his green gaze intently.

Her soft blue eyes looked almost grey as she studied him.

"What did you do?" She asked, Bailey grabbed the woman's arm gently.

"Look, we can talk about that later," Bailey started,

"Later? He's doomed us!" She said in a matter of fact tone, "No soul? We're fucked,"

Abel looked to the ground, feeling pain roll into his chest. His heart clenched, he knew he'd hate himself forever.

"Hey!" Chamuel spat, stepping towards the woman. She glared up at him a challenging look in their gaze, their eyes locked.

"What War? You going to blast me? For saying the truth?"

Chamuel stood his ground, eyes flashing to white. She crossed her thick arms over her chest.

"Go ahead, kill me, War. The other angels already tried, none have succeeded,"

"Cham, stop," Abel grabbed his boyfriend's hand, the man turned to look at Abel and moved attention back to the other.

"All I'm saying, I read if the king lost his soul it was the next seal broken, next big thing before it all goes to shit," Hahasiah snorted.

The front door pushed open, a tired looking woman with long, shaggy red hair stepped out. A purple ear piece attached to her ear, the side of her head shaved down where the piece hooked into a circle that matched the skin tone. She took a long drag from her cigarette, flicking ash to the floor beside her long flowing striped skirt.

"Ah shut up Haha," She snorted, "I'm deaf and I can still hear your voice,"

Hahasiah stepped away from Chamuel, lifting her head up pridefully.

"W-What do you want again?" The woman's Brooklyn accent made her words hard to make for a few heart beats.

"Hey Dutch," Bailey laughed, "We got something we need the spirits inside on," Bailey nodded to the poster that Baal was carrying under his arm.

Dutch grinned at her friend, flicking the cigarette to the floor and stepping back into the small camper.

"Come on in, don't let my girlfriend fool ya kid," She laughed, nodding to Abel and Chamuel, "She's still an angel, she won't hurt a fly,"

"That's fiancee to you!" Hahasiah snorted, holding up her hand to show the ring on her finger. Bailey glowed at the other,

"Finally, huh?" She laughed.

"Oh!" Dutch turned back to the group as they started towards the front door, "Which one of you is Sam?"