Free Supernatural: Coyote's Kiss by Christa Faust Page A

between you and me... Well I’m sure you’ve seen Q .”
    He looked at Dean like he’d just stepped off a flying saucer. Sam swallowed a snorting half-laugh.
    “Come on, Ojon,” Dean said. “Relax. Have a seat. We just want to ask you a few questions.”
    Ojon gave Dean a wary look, then scuttled over and sat on the corner of Sam’s unused bed, as far away from Xochi as he could be while still remaining in the same room.
    “I’d offer you a drink,” Dean said. “But I don’t think there are any alcoholic beverages left in this county after last night.”
    “I don’t know nothing,” he said, hands battling in his lap like he was a kid making invisible action figures fight.
    “Just tell us what you saw that night,” Xochi said.
    “Nothing,” he said again.
    Xochi spoke to him in Spanish, her tone both intimate and menacing.
    “A woman,” he said. “I saw a woman.”
    “What did she look like?” Sam asked.
    “Pretty at first.” He looked up at Sam, then away. “Then...” He shrugged. “Not so pretty.”
    “Look, we’re not paying by the hour here,” Dean said. “Get on with it.”
    “You pay?” Ojon looked suddenly hopeful.
    Xochi hissed in Spanish and took a step closer to him, gloved hand raised.
    “Okay, okay!” Ojon threw both hands up, shoulders hunched up to his ears. “I see a woman. She is pretty, with light skin and curly black hair. This CBP guy, he look to her and he know her. He know her. Then she change. She change to a monster. Like... like...”
    He turned to Xochi and said something in Spanish.
    “What?” Dean asked.
    “Something about scorpions?” Sam said.
    Xochi nodded. “He says the woman became a hole full of scorpion tails.”
    “Charming,” Dean said. “Can’t wait to meet her.”
    “Tell us what happened to the SUV,” Sam said.
    “I no look. I run,” Ojon said. His gaze stayed locked on his hands.
    “Is there anything else you can tell us about her?” Dean asked. “Anything at all?”
    “She... she had a tattoo.”
    “A tattoo?”
    “Yes, a tattoo. On her neck. Una mariposa .”
    “A butterfly?” Sam said, looking to Xochi for confirmation.
    She nodded.
    “Right,” Dean said. “Sam, make sure you write that down.” He turned to Xochi. “Look, he’s not telling us anything we don’t already know. I don’t think we’re gonna get anything useful out of this speed freak.”
    “One more thing,” Xochi said. “I want his blood. For divination.”
    That sent him flying over to the door again. This time he realized he could unlock it and was halfway out before Sam grabbed him around the waist and dragged him back in. He was flailing and kicking, shrieking like a howler monkey. Dean kicked the door closed and picked up the soggy gag, stuffing it back into Ojon’s mouth.
    Despite his flyweight physique, it took all of both Sam and Dean’s combined muscle to hold Ojon down. His skin was moist and clammy and he stank, like bad teeth and burnt plastic. Xochi pulled out a stone knife with a handle shaped like a snake and pressed the blade to his dirty neck.
    “You’re not gonna kill him, are you?” Dean asked out of the corner of his mouth.
    “As much as I might like to,” Xochi said. “No. I only need a small amount of his blood.”
    “She’s right,” Sam said. “If he was that close to our creature when she opened the doorway between the worlds, some residual bad mojo is probably still clinging to him. A divination using his tainted blood could point to where she’s headed.”
    “Tainted blood?” Dean said. “This guy’s blood is so tainted we could sell it to truckers to help them stay awake.”
    Xochi’s gloved hands were steady as surgeon’s as she nicked Ojon’s throat with the knife, collecting his blood on the flat edge of the blade. She then picked up the cap from Dean’s empty water bottle and let the blood run into it from the tip of the blade.
    “Let him go,” Xochi said. “We have no more use for him.”
    Sam and