Raphael smirked and looked him up and down. “You’re a little young. You sure you know how to handle yourself?”

Sam narrowed his eyes unsure to just whom he was speaking to. “Age has nothing to do with the kind of hunting I do. Its more about the experience gained. ” He smiled.

Raphael tapped her hands on the bar counter. “You’re going to get yourself killed kiddo. Now what kind of life is that?”

It had been a very long time since someone called Sam a ‘kid’. “Dying is a part of life. Even if I don’t hunt I am still going to die one day. Who are you anyway?”

Raphael leaned against the bar. “Dying is apart of life? You sure are fun. Most young people are a bit more optimistic than that.” She took a sip of her drink. “So what have you hunted Sammy? Anything impressive?”

Raphael smirked and looked him up and down. “You’re a little young. You sure you know how to handle yourself?”

Sam narrowed his eyes unsure to just whom he was speaking to. “Age has nothing to do with the kind of hunting I do. Its more about the experience gained. ” He smiled.

Raphael tapped her hands on the bar counter. “You’re going to get yourself killed kiddo. Now what kind of life is that?”

Raphael smirked and looked him up and down. “You’re a little young. You sure you know how to handle yourself?”

Rosamund Pike in Chanel haute couture photographed by Mario Testino for Vanity Fair, February 2015.

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Raphael sighs and gently slaps his hand away from the feather. “If you don’t stop getting in these fights you’re going to go bald rather quickly.” She takes one of her own feathers and burns it with Gabriel’s. “You need to really on someone, like you once did. You used to come running to me every time you were upset remember? The heart, so passionate.”

“If I thought that I would be welcomed I would have but I’m afraid that I have been rather closed off from the rest of you since I started killing the humans.” Gabriel cocks an eyebrow and nods his head “Then I’ll know come to you more often sister, since I have missed you for a while and you are right I really do need someone to lean on at times.” He smiles at her 

She kissed his forehead. “You’re my baby brother and you always will be, no matter how many stupid things you do.” She mixed the ashes from their feathers into his wound. “Although this time you’ve done something especially stupid. When will you rest Gabriel and let them be. We were never meant to mix with the humans as we are now.”

Rosamund Pike (détail).

Raphael sighs and gently slaps his hand away from the feather. “If you don’t stop getting in these fights you’re going to go bald rather quickly.” She takes one of her own feathers and burns it with Gabriel’s. “You need to really on someone, like you once did. You used to come running to me every time you were upset remember? The heart, so passionate.”

“Not that specia–ahh!!” He swore in pain but didn’t pull his hand away, gritting his teeth.

Raphael chuckled. “Impressive. I’ve actually had a gun drawn on me for doing that.” She takes out the first aid kit from behind the bar. “Oh you’re special John. More than any hunter I’ve ever met.” She smiled as she gently tapped his wounded hand with a cotton ball.

John sighed and put his hand flat on the counter, grimacing slightly. “I’m used to it.” He repeated.

“That’s what every hunter says, and here I thought you were special.” She smirked at him as she poured a shot of vodka. Instead of handing him the shot, she poured it over his hand. 

Rosamund Pike photographed by Julien T. Hamon for Flaunt Magazine, 2017.

“Just a little.” He said quietly, taking the beer and saluting her with it. “I’ll be fine, I’ve dealt with worse.”

She’d been watching over the hunter for quite awhile, she was curious about the bloodline that worked as vesels for her older brothers. She had seen all the horrible shit that happened to the poor man and his family. It was unavoidable, there were higher forces at work with his destiny. “I know you have but that doesn’t mean you have to deal with it. Put them on the counter.”

John shook his head, looking at the blood on his fist and grabbing a napkin. “There’s a reason I don’t hunt with groups, or anyone else.” He said quietly, sitting down on the bar again.

Raphael sighed sympathetically and walked back behind the counter. She opened another beer and passed it to him. “It’s on me.” She noticed the blood on his knuckles. “Are they cut?”