Settled just at the edge of the Navajo Nation, Margaret sat quietly in her chair as her large Tibetan Mastiff Zeus snored cutely by her feet, adjusting his large body to get more comfortable as a cute and loud groan escaped his flappy jowls. Glancing down to her massive dog, the Oracle chuckled warmly to Zeus’s cuteness and leaned down to brush her fingers along his ear, another happy groan escaping his lips as he faintly pawed at her hand to beg for her to keep scratching.
Her long dark brown hair flowed down her left shoulder in a low braid, blind scarred eyes honed in on the glistening deep blue soul of her best friend. But her eyes immediately glanced up to the sound of her wind chimes going wild, a strong wind brushing across the plantation deck of her home as whispers lingered in her ears.
“Dean and Sam...” she cooed quietly to herself, hearing Zeus sit upright and whine curiously up to his owner as her attention turned to the red sands of the desert in front of her home, her ears perking up to the sound of a car approaching.