Destiny had just gotten out of bed only about twenty minutes ago so her hair was still damp from the shower as she stepped outside to feed the cats. Blame her gypsy blood but Destiny never really got very cold until it was below zero outside. She stepped outside in flip flops, a pair of very tiny shorts and a bra. She pulled a thin shawl over her shoulders and carried the cat food outside.
"Hello," she said to the strange who had stopped to pet one of the cats, the one she called Isis. The cats all ran towards her, a furry mess of mewling hunger. She smiled and patted them. To watch her now you would never know that she kept so many cats around so that she could sacrifice them if need be. Luck was that lately Destiny hadn't been doing any sacrifices since the one she had done for Castiel to help him stop the leviathans. She did not feel any remorse for killing them, although she loved them. Sacrifices needed to be made in this world and everyone eventually returned to the earth.
She finally straightened up and smiled at him. "What brings you here? A new customer? I don't recognize you as being one of the regulars."
Destiny didn't service the "regulars" but she did see them come and go. She would not part with her blood for the vampires the way the other whores did. The ones who came to see her were usually looking for something a little more exotic. Destiny's flavor was spirtuality mixed with sexuality. Most of it was a scam but she had inherited genuine powers from her deep gyspy roots.