Now it was time for the rare gacha.
Henry leaned back slightly, eyes resting for a moment on the two uncommon items lying beside him. One gave a single burst of usefulness and took something permanent in return.
The other twisted probability in a way that made everyday life worse just to keep you alive when it mattered. Neither of them felt like a win.
"Yeah… great," he muttered under his breath. "One makes you a eunuch after one use, and the other turns you into some walking protagonist with garbage luck all day unless you're fighting for your life."
Rare spin.
"Alright…" Henry said quietly, eyes fixed on it. "At least give me something I can actually use."
He triggered it.
The wheel began to spin, light moving across it in a steady rhythm. It didn't rush. It dragged, each second stretching just enough to build tension.
Then it slowed—
And stopped.
[Congratulations: You obtained — Veil of Invisibility (Rare Ability)]
[Description: Grants complete invisibility for up to 20 minutes per day. Presence, sound, and aura are partially suppressed during activation. Cooldown resets daily.]
Henry stared at the result for a second, then let out a quiet breath.
"Wow… that's actually useful," he said, a faint smirk forming as the possibilities ran through his head. "Twenty minutes is more than enough."
A thought slipped in.
"…I wonder if I can use it to—"
He paused, then shook his head immediately, clicking his tongue.
"Yeah, no. I'm not a pervert."
The words had barely settled when his phone started ringing. Henry glanced at the screen, saw Madison's name, and answered.
"Hey, Madison. How are you?" he asked, his tone easing a little compared to before.
"I'm fine," she said, though there was a slight hesitation behind it. "Did you finish the job you went to do?"
"Yeah, it's done," Henry replied. "I'll be back in about two days."
There was a small pause on the other end, the kind that carried more worry than words.
Henry's expression hardened slightly as he continued, his voice turning more deliberate. "Listen carefully—don't open the door for strangers, no matter what. Keep everything locked, and if anything even feels off, you call me immediately. Don't wait, don't try to handle it yourself."
"I will," Madison said quietly.
He exhaled through his nose, knowing full well why he was saying it. After what happened, and with the kind of attention he might start attracting now, leaving her alone without precautions wasn't something he could ignore.
"Good," he said, more firmly this time. "I'll wrap things up here and head back. Once I'm there, we'll sort out something more permanent for your safety."
Another short silence passed.
"…Come back soon," she said, softer now.
"Yeah," he said. "I will."
Dean came around with two cold beers and held one out.
Henry took it, cracked it open, and drank.
"So you're really leaving again?" Dean asked, leaning against the car beside him.
"Yeah," Henry said. "I need to buy a place and make it properly demon-proof before one of those things that crawled out of the gate decides to pay Madison a visit."
Dean nodded slowly, taking a drink. "Demons go after the people you care about — that's their whole thing." He said it simply, no weight added to it, just fact. "My mom, Sam's girlfriend — neither of them saw it coming." He paused. "Not something I'd wish on anyone."
Henry didn't say anything back. There wasn't much to say to that.
A few seconds passed before Dean's eyes drifted down to the hood, landing on the folded paper and the gold coin sitting beside Henry. His hand moved toward them automatically, the same way it moved toward anything unfamiliar — grab it, look at it, figure it out.
"Don't touch the coin," Henry said.
Dean pulled his hand back, eyebrows going up. "Okay, why?"
"One makes you impotent," Henry said, nodding at the talisman. "The other makes you unlucky."
Dean looked at both of them, then at Henry, then back at them. "I'm sorry — one of these makes you what?"
"Impotent."
Dean set his beer down on the hood very carefully, like he needed both hands free to process this. "Okay so — you're carrying around an object that makes a man impotent," he said slowly, "just. In your pocket. Next to your phone and your keys."
"I haven't decided how to use it yet."
"I wouldn't touch that thing with Bobby's hands," Dean said, taking a full step back from it. "And where are you even finding stuff like this, because I have been doing this my whole life and cursed objects that attack a man's — " he gestured vaguely, "— that is a new category for me."
"It's more complicated than just impotent," Henry said. "It gives you one very enthusiastic day first. Then permanently nothing."
Dean stared at him. Then at the talisman. Then back at Henry with the expression of a man who deeply regretted asking. "That's worse," he said flatly. "That is somehow significantly worse than just starting impotent."
"I mean the coin's actually useful though," Henry said. "Yeah it makes you unlucky day to day, but when you're genuinely about to die it flips — pulls you through."
Dean considered that for a second. "Okay that's not bad," he said, reaching over and picking it up. "Better unlucky than dead, I'll give it—"
A crow passed overhead and its droppings landed square on Dean's jacket.
Dean went completely still.
Henry stared.
Neither of them said anything for a solid three seconds.
Dean slowly looked down at his jacket, then up at the sky, then at the coin sitting in his palm. "Did that just—" he started.
"Yeah," Henry said.
"I picked it up 1 second ago."
*****
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