Reunion...of sorts. // Zelda //

Zelda’s involvement with Jove had escalated to perhaps a little more than just employee and boss. Nothing had happened just yet and she had yet to actually admit it to herself, but she didn’t see him as just her boss anymore.

She hadn’t seen him as just her boss ever since they had spent the evening together. He was so sweet and genuinely seemed to want to talk to her in the morning. It had honestly made her feel better about the whole thing.

However, having Jove on her thoughts didn’t mean that she was completely distracted from her goal of finding a cure. She was in her room on her bed, surrounded by books on lycanthropy. As of right now, she had reached a point where she been running out of books to research, so she had to expand her horizons slightly.

She slowly lowered her book, though, when she heard a sharp knock on the door. Was she expecting someone today? Perhaps it was someone for one of her roommates. She got up and reached her bedroom door. There didn’t seem to be anyone else at home…

She sighed, exasperated. Carefully, she rested her book on her bed and went to go see who was at the door. Paranoid as always, she looked through the peephole and was surprise to see who it was.

“Dean! Sam!” she said, in surprise after opening the door,”Is…ah, is everything alright? Oh, come in, come in!” She ushered them inside before carefully shutting the door behind them.

Needless to say, Zelda was quite surprised to see the two hunters back in her home. She was still rather uneasy around them. After all, they were hunters and she was what they usually hunted. However…she hoped that didn’t have anything to do with why they had stopped by. She hadn’t harmed anyone, after all. It would be impossible, since she had rigged up a cage in one of the back rooms in her home. “Ah…no, no, nothing of importance, at least. I was just…doing a little research,” she said, tucking some stray strands of hair behind her ears.

“Well,” she said, huffing out a sigh,”Are you hungry or thirsty? I could fix something really quick.” She turned and lead the way out of the front foyer, through the living room and into the little kitchenette. Zelda secretly hoped that there wouldn’t be any demon summoning on this particular visit. She ended up having to throw out the towels that they had used because the blood simply would not come out.

“A beer?” she repeated, nodding as she made her way towards the refrigerator, silently wondering if they actually had any to offer. None of the ladies that lived in the house were very heavy drinkers…but several of them were very fond of cooking and baking.

She pulled the fridge door open and peered inside. After shoving some home baked items to the side, she found two bottles of beer located towards the back of the bottom shelf. “Sam, would you like one, too?” she asked, peering over the top of the fridge door, only to find Sam staring at the door that hid her cage.

Not waiting for his response, she went ahead and brought both the bottles of beer out and rested them on the counter. “I’m assuming you do not want glasses?” she asked with a grin as she made her way over to the tea pot to fix herself a cup of tea.

“Oh, no complaints here. I’ve found a new job in a smaller library, so I’m away from the lovely Mr. Wilkinson,” she said with a light laugh as she pulled a rose covered tea cup and matching saucer. She carefully rested them on the counter next to the stove and turned around, leaning against the counter as she waited for the water to heat up.

There were a few incidents that had happened since she had last seen the brothers, such as encountering a demi-god and being tracked down by malicious hunters, but she wasn’t sure if she trusted them enough to divulge that information.

“And – ” she paused, eyeing Sam uncomfortably,”Yourselves? Nothing too near death I hope?”

Zelda did a double take when she saw Sam suddenly push into his palm, grimacing at the feeling. “Are you – are you alright, Sam?” she asked, looking at him with concern. She jumped slightly at the sound of the tea kettle going off and swiftly turned around, pouring the hot water into her tea cup, over the chai tea bag that was resting just inside.

“Oh, nonsense. It wouldn’t be any trouble,” she said with a wave of her hand when she heard Dean’s comment about the dishes. She knew that they wouldn’t want to use glasses, though, it wasn’t their style. They were so different than the men she normally associated with.

She took up her tea cup and saucer and leaned against the counter, where the brothers were sitting. “Mhm and the owner of the library has…quite a few books that I’ve never even heard about before. Some of them aren’t even books; they’re scrolls – terribly ancient,” she said, smiling, thinking back on the hours she’d spent lost among the shelves.

She paused with a smirk on her face. “Dean. If you’re going to lie, at least make it the slightest bit believable,” she said, laughing and shaking her head at him.

Zelda pursed her lips and raised an eyebrow before glancing suspiciously between the two brothers. She had learned to read people fairly well over the past few years and she recognized the mannerisms.

Zelda had a friend – another werewolf, named Vincent – that she had saved after he was first bitten. And that was exactly the way Vincent acted whenever he was trying to avoid telling the truth or talking about something that he didn’t want to talk about.

“That’s alright,” she said, shaking her head before taking a sip of her tea, not completely believing Sam’s words and smile.

“Well, that’s good, I suppose,” she said, shrugging off his comment,”What was it that brought you to the area? If you don’t mind me asking.” She was subtly trying to find out if there was anything that she should be on the lookout for.

She paused in taking another sip of her tea when there was another knock at the door. “Now, who could that be?” she asked, carefully setting down the tea cup into the saucer,”Excuse me.”

Zelda wandered over to the door and looked through the peephole. “Hmm…” she muttered when she saw a man dressed in a black suit. She didn’t recognize him. Tilting her head to the side before glancing over to the two hunters in her kitchen. “Dean, Sam,” she said, wandering back into the kitchen briefly,”Would you mind looking to see if you recognize that man?”

Zelda was sure that they would understand her paranoia.

Zelda’s eyebrows furrowed as she ran her finger along the rim of her tea cup, listening to the brothers’ story. She had lost faith in the police department a long time ago. Zelda could understand the need to have solid proof for things, but they did need to open their minds a little bit. So few people believed in half of what was out there and it was costing people their lives. Before she could inquire further and before the brothers could explain further, there was the knock at the door.

Receiving visitors usually set Zelda off a bit because it conflicted with her schedule. There were a few that she really didn’t mind allowing into her home, but usually she was on her toes during the entire visit.

Zelda slipped to the side and clung to the doorframe as Dean looked through the peephole, biting her lip. She narrowed her eyes slightly when Dean claimed that it was probably just a salesman. After glancing warily at Dean, she looked in the peephole and opening the door.

“Can I help you?” she asked tentatively.

Before she could say anything, the men stepped through the door and into the house, shutting the door behind him with a book in his right hand. “Perhaps you would be interested in purchasing a Bible?”

“E-excuse me?” she said, taking a step back from him as he advanced on her.

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Zelda was relieved when Dean stepped in between her and the man and veered him away from her slightly. If she absolutely had to, she probably could have taken care of the man herself, but there was always the risk of her hurting him.

“Oh, but only those truly worthy of reading the words of God would allow a complete stranger into their home,” said the man, now directing his attention to all three of the people, instead of just Zelda.

Zelda didn’t catch the glaring, intense look that the man cast in the direction of Sam and Dean, but she definitely caught onto the fact that something was definitely not right.

The man reached out and swiftly shut the door that Sam had tried to open. “My resources tell me that there is just a group of women that live here…who are you two?” he asked the brothers, the smile still on his face.