At Bobby's salvage yard,
Henry sat on the couch, shirt slightly lifted as the injury along his side slowly repaired itself. Faint blue lines traced across the damage, spreading outward from the wound as the broken bone shifted back into place and the torn flesh knit together, inside and out.
Bobby stood nearby, arms crossed, watching it with a hard, assessing look. "I've seen a lot of things," he said, voice low, "but that… that's a new one." His eyes narrowed slightly. "You sure you're still human, or did you forget to mention something important?"
Henry didn't look up. He was busy eating, already halfway through another pizza, barely slowing down. "Can you not stare at me like that?" he said. "It's weird. Feels like I'm getting judged by an uncle in his forties."
Bobby snorted at that, but didn't look away. "Kid, I am judging you," he said. "People don't glow blue and heal like that without a catch."
Henry took another bite, chewing calmly. "Yeah, well," he said, "didn't I already say it takes a lot of energy?" He gestured slightly at the empty boxes around him. "…this."
Dean leaned against the table nearby, watching the whole thing with mild disbelief. "Six pizzas?" he said. "Seriously?"
Henry shrugged slightly. "Healing's not free," he said. "Body needs energy. This is the fastest way."
Bobby sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked at Henry again. He couldn't wrap his head around it, not fully, but he knew what he was looking for—and what he wasn't seeing.
"So," Bobby said, pushing the thought aside, "when are you boys leaving?"
Dean looked up immediately, like he'd been personally offended. "Bobby, I'm hurt," he said.
"You in a hurry to chase us out or something? Don't tell me you called someone else—that never ends well for you, Bobby."
Bobby didn't even hesitate.
He grabbed a book from the table and threw it straight at Dean.
Dean caught it on reflex, blinking once. "Okay, that was aggressive," he said.
"Idjit," Bobby shot back. "You bring trouble to my door, eat my food, and then act surprised when I ask when you're leaving?"
Dean didn't even argue this time. He leaned back slightly, rubbing the back of his neck like the fight had finally caught up with him. "We'll leave when we find the next case," he said. "We just dealt with the seven deadly sins, Bobby. I need a beer… and a good night's sleep."
Bobby gave him a long look, like he wanted to argue more, then exhaled through his nose. "Yeah," he muttered. "Join the club."
Bobby shook his head once and turned away. "Beer's in the fridge," he said. "Don't finish that too."
"You need one?" Dean asked, standing up and glancing at Henry.
Then he paused, eyeing the empty boxes stacked around him. For a second, he reconsidered whether offering alcohol to someone who had just eaten six large pizzas was a good idea.
The last thing he needed was Henry throwing up all over Bobby's place and somehow Dean getting blamed for it.
"No," Henry said, leaning back slightly. "Too early for a drink. And I'm full."
Dean snorted. "Yeah, I can see that," he muttered. "Suit yourself." He grabbed a beer anyway and walked off.
***
Once the room settled and no one was paying attention, Henry's focus shifted inward.
[305 Supernatural Points.]
[2 Uncommon Gacha Spins.]
At this rate, it wouldn't take long. Angel fragments were within reach now, and that thought lingered longer than it should have. What exactly would that turn him into? Half-angel, half-human… or something else entirely.
He exhaled slowly and pushed the thought aside.
First—
the spins.
He glanced around once to make sure no one was watching, then triggered it.
The first result came through.
[Congratulations, you obtained: Demon Blade]
[Description: A weapon forged in Hell. It can harm demons and kill them if stabbed through the heart or any vital organ. This blade can destroy a demon's vessel, but it does not work on higher-level demons.]
The second result followed immediately.
[Congratulations, you obtained: Angel Blade]
[Description: A blade forged in Heaven and wielded by angels. Crafted from celestial silver, it carries divine energy that bypasses most forms of supernatural resistance. It can kill both demons and angels with a direct strike to a vital point, severing their essence from the vessel instantly.]
Both blades materialized on the table in front of him without a sound.
Henry stared at them for a second.
"Wow…" he muttered under his breath. "Didn't expect that."
His eyes moved between the two.
The demon blade was practical—useful immediately, especially against what they'd been dealing with.
But the angel blade—
that was something else.
At this point in time, neither of these were common. Maybe rare enough to matter. But Henry knew better than to overestimate that. Give it a few years, more angels dying, more weapons falling into the wrong hands—and even something like this would lose its uniqueness.
Still—
right now?
They were valuable.
Very valuable.
"Guess we all got our demon-hunting weapons now," Henry said, looking at the blades laid out on the table. Between him, Dean, and Sam, each of them now had something that could actually kill demons outright, and for people who ran into them almost daily, that wasn't just useful—it was necessary.
Before anyone could say anything else, his phone rang.
Madison.
Henry picked it up, leaning back slightly. "Hello, dear wolfie," he said, tone relaxed. "Miss me?"
"Not really," Madison replied without hesitation. "If anything, I'm enjoying myself."
Henry let out a quiet laugh. "Yeah, nice joke," he said. "So how's the new job? Owner of one of the largest malls in San Francisco… must be treating you well."
He had arranged that for her on purpose. She needed something stable, something normal to hold onto instead of sitting around waiting for the next supernatural mess to find her.
The Coin of Misfortune Balance was already with her, and he had been clear—only use it if things go bad, otherwise don't touch it.
Everything else, he had handled quietly.
The ghost-hacker specs had done their job, letting him move money without drawing attention, but even that had limits. Too many digital transactions and someone would eventually notice. He wasn't planning to risk that again anytime soon.
"It's busy," Madison said. "Different, but… I like it."
Henry nodded slightly. "Good. That's the point."
There was a brief pause before her tone shifted.
"There's something else," she said. "A woman came by earlier. Said if I ever needed… supplies for our kind of problems, she could get them. She made it sound like she deals in things that aren't exactly normal."
Henry's expression tightened immediately, the casual tone gone.
"What?" he asked. "Did you fall for some scam?"
"No," Madison said. "I didn't buy anything. But she knew things… things she shouldn't."
Henry sat up a little straighter, the casual ease gone from his posture. "What did she look like?" he asked.
"British accent," Madison said. "And she said her name was Bela Talbot."
Henry's eyes narrowed slightly. "Bela… her?" he muttered, more to himself than to her. Of all people to show up near Madison, it had to be someone like that. Bela didn't move without a reason, and that reason was almost always money.
"What?" Madison picked up on it immediately. "You know her? Is she your ex-girlfriend or something? Why didn't you say anything? Tell me who she is."
Henry exhaled slowly, already feeling the direction this was going. "Madison—" he started, then paused.
"Madison… your signal's getting weak," he said suddenly, tone shifting without warning. "And I think there's… something there. Could be a ghost."
"What? Henry, what are you talking—"
He cut the call.
Henry lowered the phone, staring at it for a second before shaking his head slightly. "Why the hell are women this suspicious…" he muttered under his breath.
*****
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