All the Devils are Here

A Little of the Devil

Fallon

Things have finally slowed down and I can go home any time. Trinity didn’t come up tonight so I guess the ground floor might still be a little busy. Rick left a while ago as well as Russo. Rick and Danny still get the most customers on our floor but, I’m starting to get almost as equal attention as them. I can’t compete with their renowned mixology skills though.

I head to the lockers and change out of my outfit and into my own clothes. A plain T-shirt and jeans. There’s hardly any point in dressing up when I live five minutes away. My hair is still in a ponytail but, I release it and let it flow down my back and around my face. I don’t take off the eye glitter because it’s probably my best part of working here. Except the money of course. But the eye glitter makes me feel ethereal and like I’m living in a dream.

I find myself smiling as I head out of the lockers and down the stairs to exit the building;

‘Bye Danny!”, I wave and he blows me a kiss before returning his attention to the guy seated in front of him. Come to think of it that guy has been here for a while. I wink at him knowingly and proceed downstairs. As far as I know he's single and he's not opposed to the idea of going home with a customer once in a while. Maybe the guy he's talking to is the lucky one tonight.

As I guessed, it’s still a little active downstairs and although I don’t see Trinity, most of the staff is still around here. I conclude that she's probably somewhere with Dothan or attending to her other managerial duties. Once I step out of the building and under the night sky, I take a breath of the city. It’s past 3 but, look at how active it still is. It's at times like this when the sky is dark and all the lights in the city are on that the true beauty of the center comes out.

I’m about to turn left and begin my walk home when I notice a certain black car parked outside. I know whose it is. I walk towards the car and knock on the windows. He rolls it down;

“Having car troubles?”, I ask. Sam left almost an hour ago and I’m beyond surprised to see him out here, casually chilling in his car. Or is he waiting for someone? I saw Willow was still inside, could it be her?

“Ah yes, it finally gave up which is not so surprising because I treat it like absolute s**t”, is his sharp response. He sounds like he's a bit pissed at his car but, self consious enough to know that it's on him.

“What’s your plan? To just camp out here?”, he hears the sarcasm in my tone and plays along;

“It’s a decent camping location, don’t you think?”, I roll my eyes;

“I’m sure you can leave it here overnight and catch a cab instead. Or get one of your friends to give you a ride home”, his eyes brigthen up at the end of my statement;

“You’re one of my friends right?”, ah, I set myself up.

“You know what I meant”, I meant Asher or Lex or Dothan or literally anyone else but me.

“I don’t. You said one of my friends. You’re here. You have a car and also you’re not as much of an asshole as they are so - give me a ride home, Hera”, persuasion might not be his greatest skill but, I already have a soft spot for him so saying no to him feels harder than it should be.

“I walked here, Sam”, is my weak attempt at saying no knowing fully well that it’ll only take us a few moments to walk to Randy’s to get my car.

“I’d walk you to Randy’s”, he replies as I expected him to. I pretend to contemplate for a minute even though I know it’s too late for me to back out at this point.

“Alright fine, let’s go”, I sigh like I have no choice. I had an alternate choice and he certainly did too. But, this is the want we both want.

“Perfect. You’re a life saver…”, as he gets out of his car, he trails off his sentence and then asks curiously;

“What’s your last name? I don’t know it”, he doesn’t ask suspiciously but, like he’s truly surprised we haven’t exchanged last names yet.

“Smith”, I reply as naturally as I can. It’s not as if the moment I reveal that my last name is Evander people will automatically know that I’m not only a hunter but, the top of the top of Hunter families. Many people may not know. But, if they do know, it’ll be nearly impossible to deny that I am……was a Hunter. So the safest thing is to stick with my new identity as Hera Smith.

“I don’t remember your last name either. Infact I didn’t know your full name was Samael until I heard that's what everyone calls you”, we’re walking side by side as I say this.

“Chase”, he says. I steal a glimpse at him;

“Chase. I like it”, my tiny compliment makes him smile a little but, he quickly holds back his grin but tightening his jaw. A tactic I’ve watched him use way too many times. Like when Lex was hackling him about what was going on between us. He'd start to smile but, then tighten his jaw and hold back the smile or laugh.

We walk in an enjoyable silence for a little bit occassionally breaking the silence to comment on things we saw or silly banter.

“When we were in high school, I just got used to introducing myself as Sam or Sammy because a lot of people thought that Samael was a typo”, he reveals as he reminisces fondly.

“It’s pretty unique. Your parents are not big fans of god are they?”, my question catches him offguard and he lightens up as he asks me;

“No s**t. You know the meaning of my name? It’s pretty f****d up when people find that out let me tell you”, I may have done some digging around to find out the meaning of his name. Wasn't that hard to find; it means the poison of god.

“It is pretty accurate though. You have a little bit of the devil in you”, I wanted to sound like I was teasing but, it came out sounding like I was psychoanalysing him. That causes him to look at me and I’m almost afraid I’ve hit a nerve;

“I didn’t mean it like -”,

“I know”, is all he says then his gaze lifts up above my head;

“We’re here”. I got a little lost in the conversation, I didn’t even notice we paused a minute ago because we’re here.

“Alright, let me go grab my car keys”, he nods and watches me as I head in to grab my keys. I can’t tell if I hit a nerve earlier or not. I didn’t mean it in an offensive way. I mean I know being called the devil is not exactly a compliment but, that’s the kind of aura he emits. I thought it was something he was proud of but, his reaction makes me realise it’s effortless and maybe he’s not trying to come off as devilish. Maybe I’ve been stereotyping him this whole time.

When I walk out of the motel to see him leaning against my car and gazing at the sky, I see a new side to him. He doesn’t look devilish as he’s evidently lost in thought. His gaze wanders away from the sky until it lands on me and catches me watching him. Immediately the dreamer expression on his face fades away and he glares at me as he corks his head a little to the side;

“Let’s go, Smith. I owe you one”.