took my heaven away

Sam’s dreams the night before had been plagued with the same visions they usually were - visions of a girl that he knew was beautiful even though he couldn’t quite make her out yet. She’d been a little clearer this time, though, and he’d been able to make out the color of her eyes a little more, the shape of her lips, but her face was still blurred overall, misty from the distance still left between them. Even while he was trying to focus on the case they were handling, the girl was still at the forefront of his mind, and all he wanted was to get closer to her, find out who she was. Clearing his throat to try to rid his mind of the thoughts, he leaned over the case files scanning over them. “At least the trail seems to be leading in one direction,” he mentioned, looking to the others, “Shouldn’t be too hard to track this thing down.” They were pretty sure it was a demon - they’d found sulfur in the places they’d been to while tracking this thing down. “Maybe we can get ahead of it, block its path before it kills anybody else.”

Skye watched the Winchesters and Penny while they worked on researching, but her focus fell to her phone, her thumb running over the picture of herself and Harry on the screen. She hated being away from him; he was her soulmate and she knew this for a fact from the visions everybody had when they got closer to their soulmate - when she’d first met Harry, her visions had never been clearer. But, despite that he was her soulmate, there were secrets she obviously kept from him, to keep him safe - like her life as a hunter. “I’m gonna make a call,” she mentioned, looking to the others, “So try not to get too loud talking about supes, Dean.” She settled a hard look on him, because Dean was always the one who’d get too-close to slipping up and revealing the truth of the world around them to Harry. Walking a bit away, close enough that she could still hear bits of the conversation but that Harry wouldn’t be able to, she pulled up Harry’s contact to call him, hoping he wasn’t busy.

Louis frowned as he and Amia walked through the city to find somewhere to rest while they prepared and planned for tracking down a fellow demon. “I can’t believe we’re the ones who got stuck with this,” he grumbled quietly, rolling his eyes as his arms were folded behind his head while they walked. “This is grunt work. One of the lesser demons should have been sent to handle this.” It was frustrating, honestly; they could have been doing much better things in their spare time, but instead they’d gotten stuck with this. He’d much rather be out causing mayhem himself - what was the point in reigning one of their own in, anyway? But, of course, he knew that one of them running rampant wasn’t really going to help them any, because this demon wasn’t listening to Namjoon, the King of Hell, at all. And, honestly, none of them could have that. If one demon went against their King, it would only be a matter of time before another did, then another, and eventually, he was sure it would end with mutiny. The thought fleeting through his mind, his gaze dropped to the name on his wrist - Penny Jones. The sooner they finished this, the sooner he could continue his search for the girl.

Amia listened to Louis’ complaints with faint amusement and she shrugged slightly in response as they walked. “It’s a pesky demon. And it’s not exactly like this one’s going to be easy to kill,” she pointed out, looking over at Louis. “This one’s supposed to be something special, apparently. So, I guess we should be partially grateful or honored that we’re the ones that Namjoon trusted to send out to kill it.” Shrugging, she settled her gaze ahead as they walked, taking in everything that they passed, her gaze running over the buildings idly. “Besides, the sooner we kill this demon, the sooner we can get back to doing whatever we want.” And, with a small grin, she adjusted the sleeve of her jacket to cover the name on her wrist. Unlike humans with their visions, the supernatural had their soulmate’s name across their wrist. The last thing she wanted to deal with was the fact that she was apparently fated to be with Dean fucking Winchester - and she’d done a pretty good job so far of hiding the name from anybody she came across.

Namjoon sprawled lazily across his throne, his legs hanging off the arm of the throne, one hand swirling the drink in a glass while his eyes examined his other wrist. Aya Jung had been scrawled across his wrist for as long as he could remember and despite the centuries of wondering whether he’d ever meet the woman he was fated to be with, he had yet to ever meet her. At this point, he was beginning to wonder if perhaps the universe had it out for him - perhaps he was never meant to truly meet the woman who was meant to be his soulmate, and instead was supposed to be tormented by the name on his skin, the never-ending way the question that flitted through his mind was always left unanswered, even after all this time. Several demons over time had noticed the name on his wrist, he was well aware of this, but he wasn’t too troubled by it. With how long he’d lived without ever meeting her, he was certain she would never exist - and if she did, he would go to the ends of the Earth to protect her. He knew, more than anything, that nothing would be allowed to harm her so long as he was around, if he ever got the chance to find her, if he ever got the chance to call her his.

Quinn had ended up having dinner with her best friend, Aya. The two had had a long day and she knew they could both deserve a night to just relax and enjoy themselves without having to cook themselves or clean up afterwards. It was rare that they got this kind of opportunity, anyway, so she wanted to embrace it and enjoy it while they could. “Oh, man, that food was delicious,” she chimed happily, grinning broadly as she finished her meal and pushed her plate away, pulling out her card to pay for her meal. She and Aya often went around and around about who would be paying, neither of them wanting the other to deal with the bill alone, so they’d eventually come to settle on each paying for their own meal in the past. Setting her card down while she waited for the waiter to come by with the bill, she peered around the Chicago restaurant, watching a few people as they went to the back. She always wondered what happened back there, but she never had the chance to see. Settling her gaze back on Aya, she offered a smile. “Have your visions gotten any clearer?” she asked; Quinn’s own visions hadn’t cleared up much more since she moved to Chicago for school, really, but she wasn’t in any hurry herself.

Marcus had only come to this restaurant to try to come up with a way to help a friend, Damien, take down a certain David Lassiter. Admittedly, though, Marcus wanted a way to get rid of the King of Hell, Namjoon - he didn’t like the man. But, since he didn’t have a way to do that yet, he was trying to help Damien. For now, they were posing as waiters, trying to eavesdrop on conversations, listening for any sign of information they could use. He made his way back to the table he’d been serving, though, and nodded at the girls. “Are you two ready to pay?” he asked, seeing that they were done eating, and he offered the bills to them.

Calum wasn’t sure what exactly brought him here. He was desperate, though - he wanted to know who his soulmate was, he wanted to be happy, and he wanted to enjoy life. He’d tried several other things that were suggested to clear up the visions that he got about his soulmate, but every single one of them was full of scams. He’d tried everything, though, and this was his last chance: trying to summon a crossroads demon. Somebody had suggested it online to another person, but he’d never seen that person ask another question about soulmates, and he wondered if it would work. He’d done his research to try to make sure he did this completely right, because he didn’t want to screw up. In all honesty, he wasn’t even sure it would work, but what was the worst that could happen? Nothing else was working, after all, he could at least give it a try, because all he wanted in life was to meet his soulmate, to spend his life with her, and he was tired of relying on the blurry visions. Looking down at the patch of ground where he’d buried the box of items he’d needed to do the summoning, he breathed out before peering around, hopeful that somebody would show up, but still doubtful. “Hello?” he called out quietly, eyes scanning the area in search of something, anything, whatever it took.

Rain was tired of being alone, tired of the waiting. She didn’t really have much of a family - not anybody that she felt she could actually call family, anyway, - and she didn’t have many friends. She just wanted whatever was supposed to make her feel whole, whoever that was. Her visions hadn’t gotten any clearer over time - they’d changed, she’d noticed, from short hair to longer hair, and such, but they hadn’t gotten any clearer since the first time she’d had the vision. Everybody else she’d ever heard of, the visions got clearer over time, because they’d gotten closer, but she supposed whoever she was fated to be with never got closer. At this point, she’d begun to give up hope, and life wasn’t getting any better. She’d resorted to something she hadn’t done since she was a child, she knelt and prayed, because she had nothing else to lose. “Okay, uh… I don’t… Really know how to do this anymore,” she breathed out quietly, her hands clasped together tightly, desperately, “But, if somebody’s listening, if anybody’s out there, I really just need something good to happen. I’d prefer it if it was something like knowing whoever this soulmate is, but honestly I’d settle for anything good, so please just… If that’s even possible, can somebody please make it happen?”

Michael exited one of the offices in Heaven and headed to a room to relax, to take some time for himself, scrubbing at his face. He wanted to go to Earth, he wanted to do something to keep him occupied, but he didn’t really have any options right now - he wasn’t needed on Earth, as he’d been told plenty of times by plenty of other angels who were determined not to station angels on Earth unless it was necessary, but Michael was so tired of being in Heaven and not having anything to really do. He wanted to have something, anything that he could do with his life, but there was just duty and honor, and it was frustrating. Moreover, it was miserable and lonely, even with the friends he had. But, he knew that there were things other creatures had that angels didn’t - they got to have fun, for one, and they got to have freedom, for the most part. But, admittedly, the one thing Michael craved most was a soulmate. Angels weren’t allowed to know their soulmates, their focus was meant to be solely on their duties as angels. They weren’t like humans, who could have visions of their soulmates, or other supernaturals, who had the names of their soulmates scrawled on the skin of their wrists. No, angels were meant to be alone, and Michael honestly hated it more than anything.

Lila knew she shouldn’t be doing this, it was a bad idea, especially for an angel. But, down here, she could pretend to be human - and humans got to have visions of soulmates, something angels weren’t allowed to have. They weren’t even allowed to know their soulmates’ names, like other supernaturals were. But, Lila was tired of following the rules. She wanted to be like Castiel, who was happy and who was doing his own thing on Earth, helping the world. But, she wanted to start with something that would prepare her for what the rest of the world had to offer. Maybe she was going a little overboard with the idea, but she was determined. She’d already buried the box of items in the middle of a crossroads and she tried not to think about how awful of an idea this was. As time passed, she could feel herself getting anxious and, for a good moment or two, she debated just walking away - she hadn’t made the deal yet, she hadn’t done anything wrong, really, besides leave Heaven to do this in the first place, so she could pretend none of this had happened. Even as she told herself this, though, she stayed, chewing on her lip and shifting from foot to foot anxiously as she peered around.

Dean wouldn't speak of it, despite knowing that the day he would meet the one who was destined to be with was drawing closer. He only knew because his dreams were beginning to become more clearer to him - and although he was only able to make out a beautiful smile and a playful gaze, he knew that the woman he was meant to love was perfect without even knowing her. The thought alone was wild, and Dean would rather keep dreaming to see if he could make out any more features than hunting this demon that so clearly didn't want to be caught. Just as well, really, it knew that it was going to get an angel blade between the eyes. That didn't stop Dean becoming antsy, and scrubbig a hand across his face, Dean exhaled, shoulders slumping in defeat. "And how the hell do we do that, Sammy?" Dean asked, looking to the three hunters opposite him - his brother, Sam, and Skye and Penny, two faithful friends the brothers had made along their journey. "To get ahead of this asshole, we gotta be smart about it." But when Skye pulled away, clearly to phone Harry, Dean exhaled in annoyance, ducking his head - a small part of him jealous that the younger girl had found her soulmate already. "Just get it done, Skye. We need all hands on deck here. No distractions." He frowned, aware he might of been going a little hard on her. Sighing, Dean straightened out once more. "Maybe we can get Cas' help?"

Penny looked between her group of friends as she sipped her coffee, sat on the edge of the motel bed, cringing at the thought of spending another night in this god forsaken place - the only thing that had been a saving grace was that her dreams were beginning to become clearer, showing her much more of the man she was born to be with than she had anticipated. She could make out blue eyes and a smile full of mischief, but not much else, the haze still surrounding him. Waking up was becoming increasingly difficult. "Well, wherever it's heading, it's moving fast." Penny spoke up, watching Sam toy with the case files. "I really don't think there's a way we can get ahead of it." Penny pointed out gently, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she tried to focus entirely on the case at hand, ignoring any fleeting thoughts of the man that Penny was sure she could reach out and touch, if only the moment came along. How was someone meant to know when they'd found the one they'd been dreaming of, anyway? Sighing with the thought, Penny smiled softly as Skye went to take a call, undoubtedly to Harry. "Shut up," Penny warned Dean, looking to the Winchesters like siblings. "She's found her soulmate, don't be a brat just because you haven't found yours." Penny warned.

Harry had decided long ago that the small house the pair had bought when they first got together felt far too empty without his soulmate, the woman he loved, to occupy it with him. Skye had gone away for a work conference, and Harry couldn't put into words how much he missed her when she wasn't there. They'd found each other, and love sprouted between them so quickly, and she was the one Harry had been dreaming of - and every time she went away, Harry's dreams would be occupied by Skye's presence, as if his subconscience was trying to reassure him that she'd be home soon. Still, Harry's life wouldn't go on hold just because Skye wasn't home, as much as Harry wanted it to - he had a nightshift to get to. Neatening out his scrubs, Harry paused when he heard his phone ring from where it sat, charging, and his heart raced in his chest, knowing it would be Skye. Harry missed her so much, he'd take what he could get in terms of contact. Hearing her voice on the phone wasn't as comforting as holding her at night, but it was still Skye, and that's what mattered the most. Picking up his phone, Harry tapped the accept call button with the pad of his thumb, lifting the device to his ear as he ran a hand through his hair to neaten it out. "Skye?" Harry grinned, eager to hear the sound of his soulmate's - still such a strange concept, but one that Harry adored - voice. "Are you there, love?"

Aya was relieved to have some time with her best friend, Quinn, and what better place to let their hair down than a wonderful restaurant in Chicago? "It was so good." Aya confirmed with a grin, pushing her plate away and reaching for her purse - the friends had found themselves in playful arguments previous about who paid, so they came to a mutual decision to pay for what they'd ordered seperately. Placing her card next to Quinn's, Aya relaxed back into her chair, watching Quinn with an arched eyebrow. "You're thinking hard." She teased, but as soon as she heard Quinn's question about the visions, Aya sighed, sinking in her chair a little bit. "These past two nights, actually, yeah." She nodded, running a hand through her ponytail in a lame attempt to neaten it. "I don't know much else apart from the fact he has brown eyes and dimples, but I swear, it's like he's stepping out of the fog." Aya shrugged her shoulders lightly. "How about you?" Aya pushed, knowing they were both waiting for the same thing: their soulmate. Aya had heard stories from her friends at university, how they'd found the one they'd been dreaming of for so long - she wondered when it would be her turn. When the waiter came over, Aya nodded. "Yes, thank you."

Damien scratched at the back of his neck almost nervously. The full moon was approaching and it always made him so damn antsy, but he had bigger things to worry about; and one of those things was David Lassiter, a man who held a large amount of power in Chicago. He and Marcus, a demon, were laying their options on the table for ways they could take him down, along with the arrogant King of Hell, Namjoon. Seeing Marcus though, Damien wandered over, offering the customers a small smile. "Good evening, ladies."

David Lassiter had tuned himself out of the conversation almost as soon as it had started, instead opting to look at the name etched into his wrist since the day of his birth - Quinn Evers. Even when he shifted forms, her name was still carved into him, and he was beginning to grow curious, impatient, almost. He didn't have visions that the ordinary humans had, and he wondered if he would ever meet the woman he was destined to be with, it seemed far too long since he'd known her name, and hadn't even met her. He was sure, wherever she was in the world, if she was even alive, she was perfect. David looked to his bodyguards as they placed a bottle of whiskey in front of him, and he nodded, reaching to pour the amber liquid into a crystal glass - surely the meeting was meant to be over by now, he was so sick of hearing about the threat of werewolves. "Gentlemen," David took a sip of his whiskey. "I can assure you, your concerns are valid, but we don't have to put humans in danger if you're so willing to fight." He spoke firmly, knowing his words had influence.

Ariana closed the door to her childhood bedroom softly, not wanting to wake her brother, soundly asleep next door. It had taken a while to settle the ten year old, and Ariana didn't want to risk disturbing him. Taking a moment to rest her forehead against the door, Ariana exhaled heavily, wondering when the day would come that she would get to know the man she was meant to be with - she'd seen him in her dreams for as long as she could remember. He'd had various hair colours; they were all she was able to make out. Her favourite had been red, so bright and beautiful. He was blonde now, his hair a little longer from what it was. Biting her lip, Ariana sat on the edge of her bed, wondering what steps she could take to discover him - for him to discover her. Pulling a face at the fleeting thought that crossed her mind, Ariana shrugged to herself. Hey, what other option was there? Shifting to kneel beside her bed, Ariana clasped her hands together, closing her eyes. "Alright, it's been a while since I've done this..." She laughed weakly, still quiet. "But... if anyone at all is listening, please, listen carefully." Ariana paused, sighing. "All I want is for my Mom to get better. My brother to have the support we need... for me, I want to find my soulmate." Ariana exhaled then. "Please. I've waited for so long."

Luke had lived for millenia, and this one was just as boring as the last one. Wearing his golden curls in his trademark top knot, Luke loosened the tie around his neck and opened the door to his office, throwing his briefcase down with annoyance. He didn't understand all those humans who spoke so fondly of Heaven. It was torturous for the angels. One toe out of line was considered rebellion, and even with his good friends, Luke was growing sick of routine. Scrubbing a hand across his face, Luke sat in his chair and closed his eyes for a moment, considering his options. All Luke wanted was to have fun, to step out of bounds, but the one thing he wanted the most was to know his soulmate. Everyone had one - even angels - and Luke had no idea who they were, or if they were even alive. Other creatures had names etched into their wrists, and Luke had never considered himself jealous of demons or any other being for that matter, but when he learned that even the lowest of the low had a clue who they were destined to, the jealousy had sprouted in his chest and hadn't left since. Leaning back in his chair with the thought, Luke closed his eyes and listened - his peace soon broken by the sound of a melodic voice, more beautiful than any choir, more addicting than any drug. "I'm listening." Luke promised quietly, feeling the heart of his vessel pound within his chest with something Luke could call excitement. "I swear, I'm listening." Luke murmured, opening his eyes and wondering what he could do to help the soul he'd found - surely angels could do more for humanity. And she sounded desperate, and Luke had never, ever, felt a reaction like that. Trying not to get hopeful, Luke replayed her words in his head, feeling his heart yearn to know her - to help.

Cassie looked down at the name on her wrist once more - Calum Hood. No doubt this Calum - if he was even there - was some sort of arrogant human being, and the thought made Cassie's heart twist with the thought. She wanted someone to look beyond her black eyes, because underneath that exterior, she held a heart of gold. She just wouldn't show it to anyone who she considered unworthy - Cassie doubted Calum was even alive, why should she wait for him? Sighing with the thought, Cassie felt the presence of a human ready to sell his soul for love, and smirking, Cassie tried to put on the exterior that usually frightened the mere meatbags that were humans. "Well, well." She spoke, appearing behind the man with golden skin. "So you wanna sell your soul, sunshine?" Cassie asked with sarcasm dripping from her voice. "Don't tell me - you want your soulmate." She sneered. "You're totally not the thousandth human to ask." Cassie folded her arms across her chest, stepping towards him. "Turn around and look at me, honey. I'm a demon, not a monster." Cassie snorted with laughter. "At least you summoned me the right way. Last week, I had a group of Lucifer worshipping teenagers. Ridiculous, you lot."

Lila Crest. Lila Crest. Ashton had memorised that name that he was sure he knew how to say it in every language that existed. He'd been waiting for so long to know her, to know the one he was made to love, but it seemed fate didn't look to kindly upon him, because she still hadn't found her way to him, and he hadn't found her, either. Ashton was growing frustrated, and knowing he had to go and attend to a stupid crossroads deal was making him angry. Smoothing out his dyed red hair, Ashton clicked his fingers and soon, he felt a light breeze brush past him - and for a moment, Ashton frowned, noticing the crossroads seemed so bright. He'd seen this kind of light before, in the grace of angels... surely not. Frowning with the moment. "Been a long time since I made a deal with an angel." Ashton spoke confidently, smirking so his dimples dented his skin. "What a curious case." Ashton treaded forward, Doc Martens indenting the dirt of the barren road. "Tell me, darling, what's a pretty thing like you doing here, messin' around with a fella like me?" He placed a hand on her shoulder, not bothered that he - the scum of all creation - was touching something so incredible. "I'm all ears, love, for when the cat gives you back your tongue." He murmured into her ear, the smell of her natural essence so intoxicating that Ashton almost stepped away to recompose himself. Almost.

Lucille had grown tired of Heaven, and she had been considering falling, for the longest time, but the only thing stopping her were her friends - Michael, Luke and Lila. She knew that if she took the risk and let go of her wings, she would never be allowed back into what so many people considered to be paradise; and what she considered to be a personal living Hell. All Lucille wanted was to meet her soulmate. She needed a reason to feel like she mattered again, and she was sure her soulmate would do just that. But damn it, she didn't even know who they were, or if they were even alive. She'd waited for so long, she was beginning to grow nervous. Stepping out of her office, Lucille exhaled, running a hand through her blonde hair, Lucille took a moment to breathe, wondering if she was being pushed to rebellion by her loneliness or Heaven's own version of a dictatorship.

Sam shook his head slightly as he listened to Dean quietly, trying to tear his mind from the thoughts of the girl in his dreams, but he looked to his brother. “If it’s going along a path, a straight path or something, I think we can determine where it’ll hit next. Or if it’s hitting certain places that could have something in common,” he mentioned with a small shrug, unsure, before he looked to Penny, listening to her words, and nodding slightly. “You have a point, but we have to try, since we’re not having much luck with catching up with this thing.” And, he hated it, he really did. He hated being behind something and having no clue how to get to it. Moreover, he hated knowing that this thing was out there, wreaking havoc, and it could end up being a danger to Sam’s mystery soulmate. That thought nagged at his head more than he cared to admit. What if a creature got to her before Sam could? What if a creature killed her before he even got the chance to know who she was? Or, moreover, what if he showed up too late to save her? Shaking his head with the thought, he breathed out, deciding not to really take part in the others’ conversation in regards to the call Skye was making, and he ran a hand through his hair with a frown, dropping his gaze to the files with a frown. “We’ve gotta find some way to get to this thing, no matter what it takes.” Still, he nodded to Dean’s suggestion. “Maybe asking Cas for help would work.”

Skye rolled her eyes as she listened to Dean and, pulling a knife from under her bed, she quickly threw it in his direction, making sure it landed on the table near his hand, sticking her tongue out at him before she focused on the call. She waited patiently for Harry to answer, just wanting to hear his voice, wishing she was home with him, rather than here, so far away. When she heard his voice on the other line, she perked up, grinning slightly despite herself, and she chewed on her lip happily, swearing his voice put all of her worries and anxieties to rest. While she wished she could be right beside him, hearing his voice was the next best thing, and there was no way she was going to pass up on the chance to speak to him. “Yeah, yeah, I’m here,” she assured quickly, moving to step outside the room so that she could speak more privately, but making sure to say “Sorry, my boss was being an asshole” with a look shot at Dean before she stepped outside fully, closing the door behind her. Focusing back fully on the call, she smiled slightly to herself. “Were you busy?” she asked quietly, hoping she hadn’t interrupted him with anything, “I know you have to be at work soon, so I just wanted to hear your voice before you get busy.”

Namjoon breathed out with annoyance when one of the lesser demons entered the room, speaking about things that Namjoon didn't personally give a damn about - it was mostly updates on recent happenings, and nothing about any of it had changed since the last time the demon had visited merely hours before, so Namjoon dismissed the demon without a care, instead shifting to lounge on the throne, a little more relaxed. He was certain he'd be less likely to be interrupted any time soon, considering the updates only occasionally came every few hours, or every few days, depending on the demons' moods. And that gave Namjoon the time and opportunity to let his mind wander back to the name on his arm. With every passing day, he felt himself growing less and less certain that he'd ever meet the person who was meant to be his soulmate, but also more and more curious about who she was, or what she was. Was she a human, weak and fragile, in need of protection? Or strong-willed and fierce, ready to defend herself if necessary? Was she having visions of him yet, visions that were meant to let the humans know when they were getting closer to their soulmates? Or was she a creature, looking at her arm with curiosity, trying to determine who he was just as he was trying to determine who she was? His heart already yearned for her, in every way, and he hoped to be granted the opportunity to meet her, some day, because he knew that was all he needed for his life to be fulfilled; he just needed her in his life, as his.

Marcus nodded to Damien when he joined them and he smiled, nodding as watched the women. “We hope you enjoyed your meals, in that case,” he told them, being as pleasant as he could force himself to be, mostly just wanting to move on to continue trying to find ways to get under Namjoon’s skin, wanting more than anything to overthrow the pathetic bastard. “If you’re absolutely ready, we can go ahead and get your payments taken care of."

Quinn grinned in agreement and nodded. “It was,” she agreed with a happy hum, letting herself relax while they could - she wasn’t in a rush to leave, having nothing in particular to keep her busy, aside from possibly getting home to get some sleep to dream about the man she was still waiting to meet. Still, listening to her friend, she smiled slightly, tilting her head. “That’s a good thing, though, right?” she asked, arching a brow, “Means you’re getting closer to him - who knows, a chance meeting could happen any day now.” And, she grinned with the thought, hopeful for her friend, but she chewed on her lip when Aya brought up Quinn’s own visions and, leaning forward, she rested her arm on the table, leaning her cheek into her hand in thought. “Pretty much the same, I can make out a few features - brown hair, dark eyes, and a devilish smile that I know is going to make me want to punch him.” She smiled jokingly but she looked up when the two waiters came and she nodded. “Good evening,” she greeted, offering a smile before pulling out her card to pay for her meal, “We did. We’re paying separately.” Looking to Aya as she held the card out to the men, she arched a brow. “Should we head home after this or would you rather find something else to do to waste some time?” she asked.

One of the men looked to David when he registered what he said and he arched a brow as he listened to him. “You’ve been out of the loop for quite some time, David,” he reminded easily, “Humans are just as much of a danger as the werewolves or any other rival, so putting them in danger isn’t ever really off the table anymore.” After all, David's brother had been killed by a human, of all things - surely, it should be easier to convince him to sway to agree with the matter.

Michael scrubbed at his face as he tried to relax, but he honestly felt tense and stressed. Every day seemed to be the same, save for the occasional ruckus a certain pair of Winchester tended to cause. But, no matter what drama the Winchesters caused, it never distracted Michael from the thing he wanted most, the one thing he [i[needed most. His soulmate. Every creature in existence had one - humans dreamed of theirs, and everything supernatural had the names of their soulmate written on their wrists. Every creature had one, but angels were the only creature that existed that didn’t get to know who their soulmate was; it was that way to avoid angels getting distracted from their jobs. And, yet, it was the not knowing that kept Michael distracted most days, because all he wanted was to know who it was. As his thoughts traveled to the possibilities of who his soulmate could possibly be, of what they could possibly be like, he was interrupted by a voice resounding in his head, and he swore he’d never heard a voice so enchanting, or felt a desire to help so strongly. His focus was drawn fully to the woman, to the voice, and he clasped his hands tightly, his eyes closing. “I’m here,” he murmured eventually, ‘I want to help.” And, God, did he want to - every atom in his being reacted to this woman and he wanted to help her, he wanted to know why.

Rain was close to breaking, so upset with what her parents had done, and she was trying to hold onto hope that everything would be okay. All she wanted was for something good to happen, and she wasn’t sure if this praying thing would work - or who she was even really talking to. But, a part of her wanted to get it all off her chest and, when she opened her mouth to continue speaking to whoever or whatever was there - even if it was just the air, - she swore she heard a voice and she quickly turned to look, but saw nothing there. And, almost immediately after, she felt her wrist sting and she cried out, clasping to her wrist quickly. She swore, for a moment, that the pain was blinding, and she thought it would never end but, suddenly, it disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. Panting from the pain, she lifted her hand from her wrist to see if something had happened, but she paused when she saw a name there. Luke Hemmings. Her brows furrowed. “Who the hell is Luke Hemmings?” she asked quietly to herself - but that wasn’t even the weirdest thing. Why was there suddenly a name on her wrist at all?

Calum hadn’t even been sure this whole crossroads demon thing was real and he’d been ready to leave, ready to call it quits and decide that it had been a nifty little thing to try, and maybe it’d make for a great story someday. Just as he’d been about to turn to leave, though, he heard a voice behind him and he whipped around quickly, staring at the woman in shock. She was the most beautiful being he’d ever seen - he wouldn’t have even known or suspected she was a demon if not for the words she spoke - and, for a moment, he was stunned silent, watching her for a long moment before he swallowed, regaining his composure. “Uh… Yeah, actually,” he said eventually, though he couldn’t really say he was surprised to hear that so many people asked for their soulmates, even sold their souls to know who it was. He was here, willing to do the exact same thing without a moment’s hesitation, after all, so he couldn’t even blame whoever had come before him, asking for the same thing. “That’s all I want.” For a long moment, he watched this woman, amazed by her, and a part of him, deep down, wondered who her soulmate was, whether she had one, and wanted her as his, but he cleared his throat to rid his mind of the thoughts. “What do I have to give you to get that?”

Lila jolted to attention, looking towards the demon, and she could feel her breath hitch in her throat. She couldn’t be sure if it was because of how amazing the man looked or because of how close he was, and how his voice and words spread over her like silk. When he spoke into her ear, she could feel herself tense almost in anticipation, but she didn’t want to give a demon the satisfaction, so she frowned, watching him instead, intent on just getting this deal done. “Angels don’t get to know their soulmates’ names - I’m sure even a demon knows that," she said eventually, mostly to explain why she was here, talking to a crossroads demon. And, while she was sure he could figure out what she wanted that way, she still felt the need to explain herself, because she’d never been this desperate before. “I want to know who mine is.” For a long time, she watched him levelly, not wanting to be intimidated or affected by him at all. “I’ll give you whatever you want in return. I just… I need to know, I can’t go on not knowing, not anymore.”

Castiel had been on his way to Lucille’s office when he spotted her stepping out and he blinked, watching her for a moment, debating on whether this was actually as good of an idea as he hoped it was. But, he couldn’t talk himself out of it, not now, so he made his way over. “Lucille,” he greeted with a nod as he watched her, “I was hoping you could join me on Earth, help me with the Winchester brothers.” After all, he knew how much trouble Sam and Dean got themselves into, and he knew that somebody needed to reign them in somehow, and he trusted Lucille.

Dean listened carefully to Sam's words, nodding along, understanding his brother's logic. "Maybe there's more than one of 'em." Dean suggested with a light shrug of his own. The fact that a demon was out-running a group of incredibly skilled hunters was frustrating. They'd faced the actual devil and won, for goodness sake, what could be smart enough to outrun professionals? Scowling with the thought, Dean's thoughts ventured back to his soul mate, the girl who occupied his dreams at night. Maybe that's why he was slacking off so much, he was distracted; but damn it, he couldn't stop himself. Dean had always held the belief that love was something he'd never achieve, and yet, there was someone out there made especially for him, a girl who would fill that lonely void that settled within his chest over these long years. Still, as the knife that Skye had thrown at him landed, quite expertly, near his hand, Dean pulled away quickly, his scowl changing to somewhat of a playful smirk as he flipped Skye off. He was happy for her, truly, but perhaps Penny was right. He was jealous. Sticking his tongue out at Skye as she called him an asshole, Dean stood to his feet as she left the room, stretching slightly. "If Cas is our best bet, I better get to prayin'." Dean sighed heavily this time, hoping that the celestial pal of theirs would be able to catch up to this demon that was asking to be killed.

Penny took a case file from beside Sam, flipping it open, trying her hardest to focus on the words printed with black ink, a contrast against the white paper background; doing anything she could to take her mind from those stunning blue eyes that seemed to have engraved themselves into the back of her mind permanently, her heart refusing to rest until she came face to face with whoever it was that occupied her sleep. "It's complicated, that's for sure." Penny exhaled, scurbbing a hand across her face. The whole case was astounding; in all of her time hunting, Penny had never witnessed anything like it. "Maybe Dean's right, there could be more than just one douche working under orders," Penny pointed out with a light shrug. "Either way, I wanna find out. Maybe we can get some answers from them, instead of out right killing." Penny suggested. Smirking as Skye threw a knife at Dean, Penny shook her head in amusement with her friends' playful fighting and sat cross legged on the bed, exhaling heavily. "I feel so sorry for Cas," Penny teased. "Babysitting you two."

Harry could feel all the worries and the troubles that rested upon his shoulders melt away with the sound of Skye's voice, and his smile grew wider with just the knowledge that she was on the other end of the phone, safe and well. "Hi, gorgeous," Harry breathed happily, his heart settling within his chest because Skye was the reason Harry got up in the morning. "I've missed you, my love." Listening contently to Skye's words, Harry chuckled. "Oh? I hope he isn't giving you too much trouble." Harry teased, taking his phone off charge so he could continue gathering his things. Grabbing his lunch box, Harry slipped it into his backpack, just relishing in the sound of her voice, his heart swelling with the thought that she knew he was working that night. "No, sweetheart, never too busy to talk to you." Harry reassured with a small laugh. "I'm just getting my things ready before heading out." He explained. "But how are you? How's the conference - is it as boring as you said it would be?" Harry teased, knowing that sitting down and staying still was something that Skye sometimes struggled with, but the excitement that she held within her was so infectious, and she truly brought Harry to life. "Been dreaming of you every night," Harry smiled. "Think I'm missing you too much. Our bed is entirely too empty."

Aya watched as Quinn tilted her head, listening to her best friend carefully. "I hope it's a good thing," Aya teased, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "It's the dimples that get me the most," Aya rolled her eyes playfully. "He certainly seems handsome." Aya wiggled her eyebrows then, sipping the last of her drink before leaning forward as she watched Quinn with amusement. "Oh?" Aya giggled. "You're in love already!" Aya teased, happy and hopeful for Quinn, because the girl deserved happiness above all else. When the two waiters approached though, Aya offered a smile. "Hi there," Taking her card from her purse, Aya stuck her tongue out at Quinn with her words of paying seperately, offering her card out. "Movie date?" Aya suggested. "We don't have our soulmates yet, but hey, we have each other." Aya joked. "Thank you," she smiled as the waiter took her card.

Damien found himself struggling to remain still, but as his eyes looked to the two women, he found himself wanting to roll his eyes. Taking Quinn's card, Damien looked to Quinn, before looking back to the card. "Ma'am, your card is out of date." He looked apologetic, frowning a little bit to seem convincing. "Please, come with me for a moment, we can sort something out."

One of the men looked to David when he registered what he said and he arched a brow as he listened to him. “You’ve been out of the loop for quite some time, David,” he reminded easily, “Humans are just as much of a danger as the werewolves or any other rival, so putting them in danger isn’t ever really off the table anymore.” After all, David's brother had been killed by a human, of all things - surely, it should be easier to convince him to sway to agree with the matter.

David's gaze lifted as one of the men began to speak up, and taking another sip of whiskey, David licked over his lips and set his glass down. "And tell me, sir, just how many humans know of your existence?" David raised his eyebrows. "This does not include hunters." David looked between everyone present. "Our goal - my goal - is for everyone to live harmoniously with each other, and if we all just put aside our pride for more than just a brief moment, we can achieve this easily. Putting humans in any sort of danger is entirely off the table, and that is final. I may of been out of the loop for some time," David shot a pointed look at the man. "But I've fought this battle first hand - Sal made the ultimate sacrifice for peace." David frowned then. "I will not let his death be seen as an excuse for violence." David scrubbed a hand across his face then, lifting his glass to take another sip of whiskey. "We all have a responsibility to make Chicago safe." Looking to his wrist once more, David exhaled. He had to keep Chicago safe for if he ever had the opportunity to meet Quinn, wanting to ensure that she was out of harm's way at all times.

Ariana waited for a moment, and as she waited, she realised how ridiculous she must of looked, on her knees, praying to something or someone that probably didn't even exist. Exhaling, Ariana pawed at her eyes to rid herself of any stray tears before clasping her hands once more, but as she did, Ariana swore that something around her seemed to shift, and as she closed her eyes, Ariana heard a voice, a voice so soothing that she almost couldn't stop herself from opening her eyes, her whole existence feeling calmer. Lifting her gaze, Ariana went to speak, but feeling the skin of her right wrist begin to burn, Ariana cried out in agony, quickly grasping her wrist with her other hand, squeezing her eyes shut as the pain took over her - but as quickly as it had started, it had come to an end, and opening her eyes once more, Ariana fought to catch her breath, letting go of her wrist to see if there was any mark - blinking in surprise when she saw a name. "Michael Clifford." She murmured, frowning. "Who's Michael Clifford?" Was she dreaming? First a voice, and now a name - perhaps she'd fallen and hit her head. "Oh god, something's wrong with me." Ariana groaned, pushing her hair from her face. "I'm going crazy."

When Luke heard Rain murmur his name beneath her breath, he swore his wings twitched with anticipation. Could she be the one he had been waiting patiently for? The one he'd dreamed of for so long. "Me." Luke sighed out, releasing the breath he was unaware he was holding. "That’s me. I'm Luke Hemmings." Luke exhaled nervously. "Are you alright?" And he waited eagerly for a response, because already, this girl, this woman that he didn't yet know, affected his whole world in a way he considered strange and so beautiful. If she were to leave so suddenly - if she were to leave at all - he felt as though his world would crumble around him. Feeling his heart pounding anxiously in his chest, Luke toyed with his lower lip, and he wondered just how odd the beautiful voice on the other end of the prayer was finding this whole communication. "This must be so strange for you," Luke whispered, unable to bring himself to speak any louder, not wanting to frighten the poor creature away. He'd waited millenia for a moment like this, and he wondered if his own prayers had been answered. Feeling his wings twitch once more with curiosity, Luke waited for the girl to speak, her voice already so incredibly addicting, her existence already taking up room within his heart. Luke wondered if she was the girl he'd fall for, in every aspect of the word. "Please, tell me your name."

Cassie's hands remained within the pockets of her denim jacket as she approached the man carefully, studying him in silence. "Wow," She breathed. "You humans truly are desperate, hm?" Raising her eyebrows in amusement, Cassie wondered if she could have some fun with this one before she allowed him to find his true love - he was certainly handsome, a sight worth beholding, a visit to the topside that had certainly been worth it. "What do you have to give me to get what you want?" Cassie smirked, reaching to grab Calum's chin between her thumb and pointer finger, forcing him to look at her as her eyes turned black. "Your name would be a good place to start, honey. These deals aren't the sort you used to do in high school for a better grade." Cassie let go of Calum's face, approaching his car to sit on the hood, tightening her jacket around herself. "Although a quickie in the back of this wouldn't be a bad way to repay me, I'm sure your unknown girlfriend wouldn't mind." She smirked. "So, have you dreamed of her yet?" Cassie asked, her eyes returning to their usual shade of blue. "Indulge me, babe. I have all night."

Feeling the angel tense, Ashton couldn't help but smirk, and when she frowned, Ashton laughed. "Oh, come on, my love. You're not mad at me - in fact, you seem to be enjoying this already. A little rebellion isn't a bad thing," Ashton settled his hands on the angel's hips, squeezing gently, knowing he was crossing boundaries and knowing damn well he had a soul mate of his own; surely a little fun wouldn't hurt. Although, Ashton couldn't deny that he enjoyed the way she remained defiant under his intimidation, it was attractive to him, certainly. As she spoke, Ashton's hazel eyes focused on how her lips moved, and he took a step back, letting her go from his embrace, his eyes darkening. He couldn't be attracted to her, she'd come here to know of her soul mate, for goodness sake. "I do know that - but you see, angel face, I think you're the lucky ones." Ashton teased. "I have a name on my wrist, and I'm certain I'm never going to know who this girl is. Wanna see?" Ashton raised his eyebrows with a grin, dimples etched into his skin. "Maybe you can help me find her, huh? A deal for a deal." Ashton's fingers grazed against the sleeve of his leather jacket, waiting for the beauty's answer. "You know, a deal is sealed with a kiss." Ashton smirked. "Lucky me."

When Lucille heard Castiel's voice, she lifted her head, offering the trench coat wearing celestial being a small smile. "Castiel," Lucille greeted politely in return, trying to subtly neaten her appearance so she didn't disappoint her superior. Listening carefully to Castiel though, Lucille's brows furrowed together in curiosity. "The Winchesters?" She'd heard so much about them both; and not everything had been good - but this was the perfect opportunity to get out of Heaven for a little bit, and Castiel was a good angel with nothing but the greatest respect and love for the humans - the Winchester brothers and their hunting friends particularly. "Alright then." Lucille smiled. "Why, what are they up to now?"

(gonna drop Namjoon/the guy talking to David until they get their calls!)

Sam ran his hand through his hair as he listened. “Maybe,” he said eventually before sighing out, “It’s been hell tracking whatever the hell it is, though.” Which meant this thing - or things - was smart. They seemed to be a step ahead at every turn, and Sam wasn’t used to that. None of them were. They could usually track down a monster easily - hell, they’d tracked down so many of their worst nightmares, how could this thing get ahead of them so quickly, so easily? Shaking his head, he leaned back in his seat, scrubbing at his face, wishing now more than ever that he had the comfort of his soulmate, whoever she may be. His mind returned to the dream from last night, to the few details he’d managed to get of the woman he was fated to be with, and he wished that he was closer to her, close enough that his dreams would be clearer. “You realize that, with him babysitting us, it means he babysits you, too, right?” He smirked over at Penny, trying to regain his focus for this case. They had to do this right, and he knew they couldn’t afford distractions, no matter how badly he wanted to find his soulmate already.

Skye smiled as she listened to Harry’s voice, her nerves calming with knowing that he wasn’t busy, that he was safe. “I’ve missed you, too,” she told him honestly, leaning against the wall as she listened to him, swearing that listening to him speak put her in a state of comfort that only Harry could ever create. “He’s always giving me trouble. Makes me wanna kick his ass all the time.” She pouted slightly, though she could visualize Harry’s smile with his teasing, and her pout couldn’t stay for long, a smile fighting its way onto her features, and she didn’t bother trying to force it away. “It’s so boring I might die of boredom. Just a bunch of old people babbling on and on.” Another jab at Dean - and partially to Sam. She almost wished the Winchesters could hear her, amusement crossing her features. “Yeah? Good dreams, I hope.” She grinned. “I’ve been dreaming of you, too. I can’t wait to get home and curl up with you, relax. We could have a movie day when I get back?”

Marcus listened to the women, fighting back a snort, though he watched as he listened to Damien. Seeing that Damien used an expiration excuse, Marcus excused himself and went to the front to pretend that he was running the card to have everything cleared, but when he came back, he offered an apologetic expression to Aya. “I’m sorry, but it seems your card was rejected,” he told her, “Would you mind coming with me?”

Quinn laughed as she listened to Aya, and she shook her head slightly. “You’re gonna swoon,” she teased, though she made a face at Aya’s teasing. “I’m just… Ready to meet him.” Lifting her shoulders in a shrug, she smiled. She wouldn’t normally admit such a thing - but she really was ready to meet her soulmate, she felt like it was time, like something inside was telling her that it would happen soon. “A movie date sounds good. At the cinema, maybe? Have the full experience?” She grinned, though her attention was caught by Damien and she blinked with surprise. “What?” she asked, her brows furrowing, “Are you sure?” Shifting, she stood up, nodding slightly. “Yeah, of course, um… Sorry, I didn’t know it was out of date…”

Michael couldn’t help but straighten when he heard Ariana cry out, tension filling him in a way he had never known even existed, concern bubbling in his stomach. “Are you okay?” he quickly asked, unable to stop himself - he knew he shouldn’t care, that angels weren’t meant to bother with human affairs any longer, but everything in him, every atom, reacted to this girl in ways he’d never experienced, and it gave him hope that she was his one, that she was his soulmate, the woman he’d waited so long to know. Before he could really process his thoughts, he paused, blinking when he heard her say his name, his heart swelling with the way his name sounded coming from her lips. “Me,” he said quietly, “That’s me. That’s my name.” His brows furrowed slightly. “How do you know my name?” He hadn’t told her who he was, he couldn’t think of a reason that she would know who he was or why or how she could ever know his name at all. Chewing on his lip, he shook his head. “No, there’s nothing wrong with you, you’re not going crazy, I promise.” He tried his best to calm her, to soothe her concerns, but he wasn’t sure if he was doing a good job or not, so he tried a different tactic, hoping to distract her from her concerns. “May I ask your name?”

Rain paused with surprise when she heard the voice speaking again, her brows furrowing slightly. Why had this… Voice’s name shown up on her arm? Peering around once more just to be sure she was alone - the last thing she needed was for one of her parents to come in and find her talking to a voice in her head, - she chewed on her lip. “I’m okay, just… My arm was burning, then that name - your name, I guess? - showed up on my wrist,” she tried to explain, though saying it out loud made her feel even crazier than she already felt. And, why was she even telling this voice what happened, anyway? How did a voice have a name? What the hell was happening? Scrubbing at her face with the thought, she tried to calm herself down, tried to stop her thoughts from running wild, and she breathed out quietly. “My name?” she asked with surprise, blinking, peering around again, uncertain, “I’m, uh… I’m Rain Sutton…”

Calum tried not to get offended by the woman’s words - because, yeah, he was desperate, so much so that this was his last ditch effort. He’d done absolutely everything else that he could think of to find his soulmate, and every other option had come up with no result, and he didn’t think he could wait any longer. He wanted to know who she was, he wanted to be with her; he wanted to make his soulmate happy, to spend the rest of his life with her, and waiting so long was exhausting. “Don’t crossroad demons usually want souls as payment?” he asked with surprise, though he blinked when Cassie grabbed his chin, and he found himself watching her, surprised with the way she looked with blackened eyes - it should have made him fearful, but instead, it affected him in a way he hadn’t expected. Clearing his throat, he watched as she went to the car. “Is that really what you want?” He arched a brow, unsure of how much to take seriously from what she said, though he shifted as he made his way over. “I have, yeah. But it doesn’t get any clearer, it’s like I’m not getting closer to her at all. And I’ve tried everything to make them clearer, but nothing’s worked, so this is the only option I have left” He frowned slightly with the thought and ran a hand through his hair. “As for my name, it’s Calum Hood.”

Lila tried not to think about how good it felt to have Ashton’s hands on her, and she tried to keep her defiance up, not wanting to show any weakness to this demon, certain he would use anything he could against her, and she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. “At least you know who you’re looking for,” she pointed out with a frown, “At least you’re allowed to have somebody. Angels don’t get those luxuries. We get to live with knowing we can’t have our soulmates.” She scoffed quietly, because how could anybody complain about knowing who their soulmate was? She was sure there was some way for him to find his soulmate if he got desperate enough. Hearing his offer, though, she blinked as she watched him. “Deal,” she said immediately, not even bothering to stop to think about it - all she wanted was to know who her soulmate was so that she could begin an official search. If it took helping this demon to find his to manage that, she’d do whatever it took.

Castiel shook his head slightly. “There is no telling when it comes to those two,” he admitted with a small frown, though his brows furrowed when he heard Dean’s prayer. “Ah, it seems I’ve picked a good time to come ask you for help. They’re calling.” Since he wasn’t sure that Lucille would know where to go, he went over to Lucille and placed a hand on her shoulder so that they could go to Earth together. When they got to the room with a flutter of their wings, Castiel looked to the others. “Hello, Dean. Sam. Penny.” He nodded to the three, and he would have questioned Skye’s whereabouts, but he could hear her just outside the room, so he didn’t. “I’ve brought a friend to help. This is Lucille.” He motioned to her.

Dean unclasped his hands as he heard a familiar fluttering of wings, a sound that he'd become so accustomed to over the years. Clearing his throat as Cas introduced Lucille, Dean sat next to Sam. "Nice to meet you," Dean nodded - she was lucky, the first time Dean met Cas, he shot him. Leaning forward with the thought, Dean looked to his trench-coated friend. "Alright, Cas, here's the deal. We got a few demons raising some hell out there, we can't seem to track 'em down, no matter how hard we try." Dean popped the lid from his beer with Skye's knife, taking a long sip. "Every time we get a lead, they fall off the grid again. We can't call to Crowley because he's useless enough as it is, you're the best thing we got." Looking between the two celestial beings, Dean raised his eyebrows. "What do you suggest?"

Penny scowled playfully with Sam's words as she stood from where she sat, the case file forgotten for a moment as she sauntered to the fridge to grab herself a Coke, grabbing a beer for Sam and Dean. "For your own sake, Samuel, I'm ignoring you." She teased, and although she was curious to her visions of blue eyes and a smile that just hinted to mischief; she was grateful to the life she lived and the friends she made along the way for providing a distraction that worked. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, Penny handed Sam his beer, exhaling. "This case is tricky." Penny frowned. "We're already at a dead end." But blinking as she heard a fluttering of wings, Penny turned around, facing the angelic Castiel and someone that she didn't recognise. "Hey Cas," Penny greeted happily. "Nice to meet you, Lucille. It's great to have another girl on board." Penny smiled softly. "Any idea of what's going on on your end?"

Harry listened carefully to the sound of Skye's voice, relishing in the comfort it brought him. Work had been so stressful recently, and Skye seemed to be the only thing that could ground him, no matter how many times he tried other ways to bring himself back down to earth. "You should definitely kick his ass, love." Harry concluded with a dimpled smile, and when Skye admitted that she might die of boredom, he could hear the smile in her voice, and he loved it; he loved her. "Punch them." Harry suggested casually, laughing as he roughed up his hair. "Always the best dreams." Harry reassured with a soft smile, smiling as he heard Skye admit that she dreamt of him too, and he couldn't help the happiness that flooded through him like a tide. "Good dreams, I hope." He mirrored her words with a grin, holding his phone between his shoulder and ear as he searched for his car keys and nursing ID, certain he just had them a moment ago. "A movie day sounds perfect, baby." Harry smiled softly. "I gotta go to work, but I love you so much, alright? I can't wait to have you home."

The voice that had come to Ariana spoke once more, and Ariana, with the pain subsiding slowly, nodded, gripping to her wrist in fear of the pain coming back. "I'm okay." She reassured quietly, wondering why she was speaking to someone she couldn't see... but everything about his voice touched her soul, soothed her in a way she had never thought possible; because with every hardship in her life, Ariana had never been granted something like this before. Taking in a shuddered breath, Ariana closed her eyes. "You're Michael?" She opened her eyes. "Why is your name burned into my skin?" She asked, voice cracking. "I - I'm Ariana." She whispered, looking around to see if anyone was playing some sort of joke on her, but when she saw no one, Ariana stood to her feet. "I'm scared, Michael... where even are you?"

Luke smiled softly to himself as the weight of his wings seemed to lighten, just a little, just the sound of her name bouncing through the corners of his mind, but as he processed her earlier words - that his name had burned into her skin - Luke's eyebrows lifted, and he was certain they would of taken flight from his forehead if they weren't attached to him. "...On your wrist? Really?" He asked, trying his hardest not to sound so shocked. His prayers had been answered, he'd found the one thing he'd yearned for, millenia spent waiting for the one person he was destined to, tied to by an invisible string. "Rain..." He murmured. "I - I think I need to come and speak to you face to face." Luke felt his wings twitch and he tried to keep them still, not wanting to get his hopes up. "Do you have somewhere we can meet up? Somewhere with space. I need to stretch out my wings, your room wouldn't be able to contain me." And although he knew his words would probably startle her, he needed her to agree, needed her to meet him, needed to meet her.

Cassie paused as Calum told her his name, and she turned to face him, cocky demeanour evaporating into the air around them, vulnerability taking it's place far quicker than she would of liked. "Calum Hood?" She asked again. "Oh no." She groaned, pushing past him. "Of course mine had to be a fucking human, of all things!" Cassie paced, pushing her blonde hair from her face as she shifted to shrug off her denim jacket, grabbing Calum's shirt to yank him forward, showing him her wrist. "Look at this bullshit!" Cassie raised her voice. "That's your fucking name, on my fucking wrist, do you know what that means golden boy?" Cassie stepped back. "You found your soulmate!" Cassie frowned; shoving Calum away and folding her arms over her chest, denim jacket still laid in the dirt. "So no, I'm not gonna take your soul. You found me, now go."

Lila tried not to think about how good it felt to have Ashton’s hands on her, and she tried to keep her defiance up, not wanting to show any weakness to this demon, certain he would use anything he could against her, and she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. “At least you know who you’re looking for,” she pointed out with a frown, “At least you’re allowed to have somebody. Angels don’t get those luxuries. We get to live with knowing we can’t have our soulmates.” She scoffed quietly, because how could anybody complain about knowing who their soulmate was? She was sure there was some way for him to find his soulmate if he got desperate enough. Hearing his offer, though, she blinked as she watched him. “Deal,” she said immediately, not even bothering to stop to think about it - all she wanted was to know who her soulmate was so that she could begin an official search. If it took helping this demon to find his to manage that, she’d do whatever it took.

Ashton paused as Lila confirmed that a deal was a deal, and he blinked in surprise, having not expected her to accept the deal at all. Something as wonderful as a being like an angel accepting a deal with something as filthy as himself. Closing the small gap between them, Ashton's eyes turned black, Lila's skin warm beneath his touch. "You can't turn back now, you know that, right?" Ashton murmured, leaning in to press a kiss to Lila's lips - but it was unlike any other kiss he'd ever experienced. This was warm and kind and almost felt like returning home after the most difficult war. Every other kiss had been lifeless and crude, but this one - this one was special. Squeezing Lila's hips gently - being careful - Ashton went to wrap his arms around her middle, dipping her slightly as he kissed her with all that he could. Pulling his lips from hers, Ashton peered to Lila's eyes, his own back to their usual hazel colour, and he found himself blushing as he lifted Lila up. "Sorry..."

Lucille smiled at the brothers and the girl that Castiel had called Penny, offering a nod. "Hello." She greeted happily. "Castiel requested my assistance with your antics," She teased gently. "But rest assured, I've heard lots about you all - very good things indeed." She looked to Castiel though, as she heard the Winchesters predicament through the mouth of Dean Winchester, the man she'd heard so much of. "That sounds..." She took a deep breath. "Difficult."

Quinn hadn’t been sure what happened, but she started to wake up, her head hurting, and she groaned quietly, looking around. She couldn’t find her friend, though, and her brows furrowed. “Aya?” she called quietly, though she didn’t receive any answer, and she couldn’t see much, anyway. She wasn’t sure where she was, but it was dark, and her ankles and wrists were bound. She remembered being called away by that guy, but everything had quickly gone dark after that. What was going on? Where was Aya?

Namjoon frowned when he got a text out of nowhere that said to come to an address. He hadn’t thought much of it at first, until there was another text, saying that if he didn’t comply, Aya Jung would be killed. Aya Jung. He hadn’t met her yet, but the fact that it was his soulmate’s name, he knew he had to go. This could be his one chance to finally meet her - and, if she really was in danger, he had to save her. He couldn’t risk her life, never. Quickly, he snapped his finger to go to the mortal world, where he quickly began making his way to the address he’d been given.

Sam watched the others, though he could feel his attention falling on the newcomer, Lucille, more than anything. She was beautiful, he couldn’t deny that by any means. But, something about her spoke to him on another level, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her, and his senses became more acute. He’d heard that was what it was like when you met your soulmate, the sudden meeting filled you with adrenaline and sent an almost electric current through you - and he felt that. But, he was surprised, because he’d never heard Castiel talk about angels having soulmates. Was she his? “It’s, uh… It’s great to meet you, Lucille,” he said, offering a smile, “I’m Sam.” And, he knew he should focus on the case, but he just… He couldn’t, not with her there, and not with the possibility of Lucille being his soulmate.

Castiel listened to them, barely noticing Sam’s silence or how distracted he seemed, instead focusing on what Penny and Dean had to say. He shook his head, though, when he heard Penny’s question. “We have no news,” he admitted with a small frown, aware that that certainly wasn’t what the group wanted to hear, but there was nothing he could do about it. They’d learned nothing new of the situation, and that was more concerning than anything. “Lucille and I can try to track it, perhaps, but I am not sure it will do much good when we have no new information yet.”

Skye couldn’t help but laugh when she heard Harry’s words. “I should,” she agreed with amusement, lifting her shoulders in a shrug, “We’ll see how this whole thing turns out and I’ll decide later on what I’ll do.” At this point, she just wanted the hunt to be over, so she could get back to Harry. She hated being away from him, more than anything. She always felt more at ease when she had him in her sights, when she knew he was safe from all the dangers he was unaware of. Still, she grinned when she heard his words. “Always the best dreams,” she returned easily in a hum, though she nodded when Harry mentioned having to go, though her heart ached with the thought of ending the call. “I love you, too. I’ll see you when I get home. Good luck at work.”

Michael was surprised with the relief he felt when Ariana assured that she was okay. “I’m glad,” he murmured gently, breathing out quietly as he ran a hand through his hair, trying to shake off how tense he’d felt just moments ago, how worried he had been for her. But, when she spoke further, he blinked with surprise, straightening a bit. “My name is burned into your skin?” he asked in shock, his heart aching when he heard her voice crack. Was that possible? Could it be…? He chewed on his lip. “Ariana…” It was a beautiful name, and it suited her so well - at least when it came to her voice and how kind she sounded. “You don’t have to be scared… I can meet you somewhere, just tell me where, and I swear I will explain everything.”

Rain rubbed at her wrist as she listened to the voice speak, and she found herself chewing on her lip a bit, shifting. “Yeah, really…” she confirmed quietly, clearing her throat a bit as she tried to wrap her mind around all of this. None of it made sense. Not only was she hearing some disembodied voice, but a name had burned into her wrist; was she going crazy? “Face to face?” She blinked with surprise, because it meant there was a chance of the owner of the voice actually existing… “Um… There’s a warehouse nearby, nobody goes into it anymore…” She paused, though. “Wait, did you just say wings?” What the hell was going on?

Calum’s brows furrowed as he watched Cassie with confusion, wondering what had caused her to turn so hostile so quickly, though his question was answered before he could even ask it. He paused, watching her, trying to understand the situation, but he grunted when she grabbed his shirt and yanked him forward. “No need to be so rough,” he joked lightly, though he watched her, his brows furrowed. “Why are you so pissed about this? We both found our soulmates, shouldn’t that be a good thing?” It was everything he’d ever wanted, after all, it was his whole reason for going so far as to summon a crossroads demon just to have this opportunity. And, yet, it seemed like she didn’t want it at all, though he tried to ignore the pain that caused him. “I’m not leaving until you give me answers.”

Lila gave a surprised sound when Ashton leaned in to kiss her, though she was more surprised with how amazing it made her feel, like she was waking up from a dream. Her cheeks warmed when she felt his arms around her, and she couldn’t help but return the kiss, finding herself enjoying it, though she certainly hadn’t expected that much. When he dipped her, she surprisingly felt so… Safe and wanted. But when he pulled back and straightened her, she felt almost lost, almost alone, and she watched him for a long moment before clearing her throat. “I, um… What’s this girl’s name, that I’m supposed to find for you?” she asked quietly.