The Search for Xanar

Trouble follows me...

'Two in the kitchen storeroom, One in the bedroom closet, one under the bed..... jeez three in the flipping roof too!?' Cas griped as he studied the apartment, He could sense the firearms pointed his way, through the walls, The wood, the furniture..... everywhere he looked, he felt the eyes of someone staring back at him in this rundown apartment.

J.J stood guard outside, The last thing he wanted was for his pet to sense his unease and attack his host in a panic, that, and he needed his pet to enact the plan he had recently concocted.

His host in question, was a muscular blonde with short cropped up hair and electric blue eyes, wore nothing but a dirty grey tank top and a pair of white panties, the woman had her revolver on her lap and sat cross-legged on a dusty old couch as she observed Cas and Charles.

"Sit your ass down over there...." she grumbled, pointing her finger towards a pair of dusty old plastic chairs in the corner, They looked one more use away from breaking down comple