I wasn't exactly a hunter. Yes, I killed monsters and exorcised the occasional demon, but I didn't make a habit out of it. It was just something I found out I was skilled at. Saving people, hunting things. The Z business.

I learned most everything from Supernatural, but I also picked up a few tricks of my own. A little insight. For example, every model ever: shapeshifters. Who knew? Well, with some of them....

But Lady Gaga? Human. I know, man.

I dragged Guy's body out of the car, which was difficult with my bad leg. Luckily we were now in pretty much the middle of nowhere. I wasn't sure if I wanted to burn the body, since the only gasoline available was in the car, and I wasn't planning on siphoning gas out of a fucking Ford Fusion. But without the gasoline, it could take hours for the body to burn. Then if I just left it on the side of the road....

I contemplated this as I lit a cigarette. I leaned on my cane as I put the cigarette between my lips. I took my lighter out of one of my many pockets and started smoking like a chimney. After what's been happening lately, I needed a smoke. Just for a bit.

I stared down at the body shamelessly. It didn't really affect me anymore. They all died. All the time. I felt exactly none of the guilt I should've felt.

"Poor guy. No pun intended. You will be missed. I think."

I then thought to search his car for an extra gallon of gas. I opened his trunk and found just what I was searching for. Lucky day.

"Aha," I spoke to myself. "Yahtzee."

I took the gasoline and poured it on the body, throwing my lighter down, watching as he burst into flames. I inhaled the nicotine and exhaled the smoke, flicking my cigarette onto the body.

"That was my favorite lighter."

I let his body burn as I drove myself to the motel. The drive was long and dreary, and I often found myself caught in a state of highway hypnosis, but I soon reached the motel.

I checked in and walked into my room, collapsing on the bed. I sat up and began to inspect my leg. I rolled up my jeans so I could see the recurring problem. The problem that started three years ago. The problem with my damn leg.

My damn prosthetics leg.

The piss poor excuse for screws they used on this thing were wildly unpredictable. My piss poor excuse for a leg had a serious tendency to lock up and stop functioning properly.

It was all in the knee, where there were quite a few little nuts and bolts and things to make sure it bent properly. I was constantly tweaking with its little bits and pieces in an attempt to get it to work until it locked up again in another couple of weeks.

Once I was sure it was fixed, I stood up to test it out. I walked around the small room, and it wasn't too problematic. For now.

I looked at my watch. 10:35. Not even noon yet. Maybe I could get some midday leg to get my mind off things. Huh. Leg. Accidental funny.

I hadn't had a good lay in the past week almost. I desperately needed to get some. And I knew it haunted my dreams because most mornings, I'd wake up and realize the bed is wet. Of course, another big hint might've been my early morning raging boner. If only I could actually remember my dream hookup.

It felt like I was going cold turkey, and I couldn't stand it anymore. Jerking off to skin mags wasn't an ideal solution. So I went to the lobby and was about to walk out when I caught sight of an... easy target.

She was checking in at the front desk, and boy, she was a looker. That ass, though. You could bounce a nickel off that thing.

I noticed her bag had airline tags on them. She flew in from Texas. That would explain it. All that southern sex appeal. Damn.

I could come up with two reasons why she'd come to Iowa from Texas; one, she was visiting relatives. Two, she was looking to get away from something back home. Husband more than likely. Of course, she only had one bag. If I were planning to leave the state because I had a douchey husband, I'd pack at least two cases. But it was just an inkling.

She got her room key from the lady at the front desk and started walking to her room. I followed suit, catching up with her as best I could with a fake leg. I've had this thing for three years, and I still couldn't adjust to it.

"Let me help you with your bag." I offered, flashing her my signature grin.

She smiled back. "Thank you." And she handed me the handle of the bag, which I wheeled behind me. It was much heavier than I anticipated.

Phase one, smooth introduction for a good first impression, complete. Now for phase two.

"So, which room?" I asked. Please say 69, please say 69.

"67." Damn it all.

"You new in town?"

"Yep. Just flew in this morning from-"

"Texas?" I finished.

She chuckled. "Um, yeah. How'd you know?"

I shrugged slightly. "I'd recognize a fellow Texan anywhere."

"You're from Texas?"

"Aw, yeah. Good ole Austin, Texas."

"No way, I'm from Austin, too!"

We both chuckled. "Such a small world!"

"So what brings you to Iowa?"

I shrugged again. "Just travelin'. That's all I've been doin' for a while now. What about you? Let me guess, relatives?"

She had a sad look on her face. "Sorta. Funeral."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Who passed, if you don't mind my asking?"

"My father. Heart attack. The fourth one finally did it."

"Fourth?" I repeated, slightly shocked.

"He was a real trooper. Tough old guy. Thought he'd never die, like he was immortal or something."

We got to her room, and I knew I had to take my chance here. Now or never. Phase two, befriending her, complete. Moving to phase three. Using my favorite pickup line.

"Are you sure you're okay?" I asked. Just wait for it.

"I'll be fine."

"I'm sure you're hurting." Wait for it....

"It'll get better. I hope."

"It's just... after your accident." Wait. For. It.

"Um... what accident?"

"Don't you remember when you fell?"

"Fell? When?"

I grinned. "When you fell from heaven."

She blushed immensely and tried to cover her smile. "Oh. Um... okay. I just... oh my god, wow." Phase three, wowing her with my charm, complete. Now it was only a matter of time until I nailed her.

I leaned against the wall in that seductive way. "So how long will you be in town?"

She smiled. "Oh, I don't know. How long are you staying?"

I smirked. "You got a thing for bad boys?"

"Oh, do I."

"I don't even know your name."

"April. You?"

"Z. So... is this goin' where I think it's goin'?"

"You bet it is."

She unlocked the door and opened it, beckoning for me to follow her inside. Best. Mid to late morning. Ever.

We were going at it for eternity. That bed was creaking so much we were sure someone could hear it. They must've been uncomfortable as fuck.

I rolled over onto my back, both of us breathing heavily. That was just amazing. I'd do her again in a heartbeat. And since I could feel my heart thumping in my chest, I'd be able to accurately measure that time space.

"That was... almost too good. I feel like I'm gonna wake up with wet bedsheets again."

She chuckled. "Not bad yourself. Nice ink, by the way."

She was referring to the black angel wings on my back. I thought it was a good idea at the time.

"Got that done in Kansas or something. It seemed cool at the time."

"I think it's really cool. And that leg...-"

"You are such a kinky slut."

"Damn right, Z."

"But, really. I cannot believe in the beautiful things I've just experienced. I cannot. I couldn't have gotten laid like that so easily."

She looked over at me sternly. "What, do you think I'm easy?"

"No. I think you're a hooker."

She scoffed. "Jerk."

"Bitch."