in sheep's clothing

Dean pulled open the door to the local diner, the brief case he held onto with a tight grip seeming to get heavier with each passing moment. Knowing Sam wasn't far behind him, Dean approached his beloved Impala with a heavy exhale, his mind occupied on the idea of a possible sacrifice, and from the information Sam could gather, they needed to act fast. "Why," Dean looked over his shoulder as he opened the driver's door. "Did the twenty first year have to fall on today, of all days? Why not tomorrow?" He grouched, throwing the brief case into the back seat with some sort of feeling between frustration and determination. It had been a long day of driving, they'd stopped for a quick meal after visiting the local archives, and now it was time to stop whatever shit storm was incoming. "The house where Evangeline and Celestia Lewis live is called Paradise - a little too creepy if you ask me - and they might not even be home. We got a Plan B?" Slamming his door shut, Dean brought the engine of the Impala to life, eager to get this case done so he could eat some more and get some rest.

Callie looked to her twin with a grin as she drove her faithful old Beetle through the quiet back roads, having gotten to map them out in her memory easily over the last two decades and a year. The party their parents had thrown had seemed a little quiet, but their mother had already warned them that it wouldn't be much of a celebration this year. "Do you still feel really awkward when people sing happy birthday, or is that just me being a dork?" She asked with amusement, turning into the long driveway that led up to Paradise with an almost sort of reluctance. It had been a dream, for Callie and Eva, to leave this damn town and make a new start for themselves, but their parents had always pressured them into staying; and as sweet as Callie found their small excuses, she was beginning to grow restless, and she was certain Eva felt the same. "Honestly," Callie smiled softly. "I'm just glad today is over." Bringing the car to a halt, Callie leaned back into her seat, exhaling heavily as she ran her hand through her hair.

David lifted his drink in thanks to the bartender before taking a long sip, making a small noise of satisfaction. It had been a long time since David had let himself relax, and when he'd found the opportunity to ease his tensions tonight, he wasn't going to miss it. Three drinks in and already, David was debating to himself silently if it was even worth coming out. Even when he was trying to drink away his worries for one night, he still couldn't shake off the responsibilities he wore proudly, but still - maybe this should be his last drink. Feeling someone's presence beside him, David lifted his gaze, his heart beginning to beat against his ribcage so wildly, he was unsure if he'd leave unscathed; but this woman beside him had to be the most beautiful thing he'd ever laid his eyes on. Maybe the night wouldn't be so bad after all. Grinning, David cleared his throat. "Now, I know this line is overused, so feel free to laugh at me," David offered her a wink and a smile that shouted mischief. "But what's a pretty young thing like you, doing in a place like this? And can I offer you a drink for your troubles?"

The chill in the air was enough to almost convince Anona that this was a bad idea, so damn it, why didn't she listen? If anyone in Heaven found out that she was meeting a demon, she was certain the consequences would be great. Feeling her wings twitch with anxiety, Anona told herself that this was the first, and last, time she would be doing this sneaking around stuff. She could openly admit that she owed Cillian this one chance, knowing that he'd saved her from the midst of a particularly nasty bar fight between angels and demons. He had used his initiative and snuck her out of the chaos, for the deal that he had a kiss in return - because with demons, nothing came for free; not even kindness. Anona had foolishly agreed because she owed him that much, at least, but there was something about him that fed her curiosity, and she was certain that she wouldn't be able to resist, even if she didn't owe him her life. Running a hand through her hair, Anona closed her jacket further around herself, wondering if maybe he'd forgotten. It'd be easier for her if he had.

Luke was bored, and it certainly didn't help that demons (the ones that remained loyal to him instead of chasing the pipe dream that was Lucifer) were idiots. Frowning with the thought, Luke sat up straight on his throne, tucking a strand of his dirty blond curls behind his ear. He'd already been warned off by the Winchesters, who had told him they were on an important case and to not bother them unless it was urgent, and he'd sealed every deal that seemed beneficial to himself and Hell with a few reluctant kisses, so what else was there to do for a few hours? Resting his chin within the palm of his hand, Luke thought for a long moment, before a small smirk began to play at the corners of his mouth. What if he was to go topside, pretend to be human and blend in with the crowd that the good Lord above had created with his own, wonderful mind. Sneering with the thought, Luke stood to his feet and clicked his fingers without speaking a word to any of his foolish guards, and feeling the world change around him, Luke's feet settled firmly within an empty park, and approaching an empty bench, Luke sat down with a heavy exhale, running a hand through his hair. It was nice to feel human, but only sometimes.

Queenie waved goodbye to her childhood friends as she slipped on her jacket, grateful for the warmth that the two glasses of wine provided her. She wondered what those friends would think of her if they knew that she had a flask of holy water and a demon blade within a sheath on her calf. Thankfully, she didn't see these friends very often, feeling as though her true friends lay within the world of hunting. The Winchesters were some of the best, along with Laelia. Smiling with the thought, Queenie decided that a quick rest in her motel was what she needed before she set off the next morning. Stuffing her hands in her pockets, Queenie set foot into the night, passing faces that were no longer familiar in her hometown. It was odd to her, how hunting had changed her perspective so drastically - she wondered if anyone hid any secrets; if anyone feasted on blood or transformed under the full moon. Breaking out of her thoughts when she bumped into someone, Queenie lifted her gaze, ready to apologise for her carelessness, pausing when she saw a handsome face from her high school years. "Michael?" Queenie smiled softly. "Michael Clifford?"

Ashton wiped his lips with the back of his hand as he walked away from his latest deal, eyes pitch black. He'd promised ten years, but hey, there was no time like the present - and hearing the growls of the hell hounds over his shoulder, Ashton couldn't help but smirk as the screams of the latest poor bastard echoed in the surrounding silence of the quietest crossroads. Clicking his fingers, Ashton found himself outside of the closest burger joint, deciding that a good Coke would be able to drown out the stale taste of tobacco from his tongue. Sticking his tonge out in disgust at the thought, Ashton pushed open the door, carelessly shoving past some old geezer and his wife as he did, because that was the most amazing thing about being a demon: he could be twice the asshole. Shrugging off his jacket as he found a quiet booth, Ashton threw it onto the opposite seat carelessly, sitting down and taking the menu into his hands, rolling his shoulders back as he tried to untense himself, leaning back against the seat. "Oi, sweetheart," He called to the back of a waitress, not even bother to lift his gaze from the menu. "I'm waiting over here, and I happen to be dying of thirst."

Libby stepped out of the apartment of the man who's name she didn't catch the night before, or, the man whose name she really didn't care to know. He was a poor excuse for a human and even poorer fuck, so as a gift for the wasted night, Libby had taken a hundred dollars from his wallet - she was certain he wasn't going to miss it anyway. Stuffing the money into the pocket of her jeans, Libby ran her hands through her pink hair, trying to straighten out her appearance before anyone, demon, angel, or human alike caught sight of her in such a shameful way. Walking to the elevator, high heels clicking against the floor, Libby made sure to present herself with the sort of confidence only someone with a corrupted heart and soul could have. Seeing there was already someone waiting for the elevator, Libby rolled her eyes and approached him from behind, easily noticing his blue buzzcut and golden skin. Clearing her throat to alert him of her presence, Libby stood beside him, glancing to him and smirking when she noticed he was already looking at her. "Like what you see there, gorgeous?" And gorgeous he was. "We could have some fun."

Harry had spotted it from a mile away, the faint glow of an angel's grace. He wasn't meant to seek them out, he wasn't meant to let his curiosity get the better of him, but he just couldn't get rid of the urge to go looking. Whoever was there was almost like a beacon to any supernatural beast that roamed the area, and damn it, Harry called fucking dibs. As he followed the lead of the light, Harry couldn't help but think of how hilarious it was that the glow had led to a cemetary. How original, shouldn't it be him lurking in the shadows? Seeing the gate was already open, just a small bit, Harry's brows furrowed as he stepped over the boundary between the real world and a little slice of heaven, and as the light engulfed him, that world behind him drowned out easily. "Hello?" Harry called, closing the gate behind him so nobody else could interfere. "I'm here to help." And although he wasn't sure if that was entirely true, he'd try to stick to his word. Approaching the bundle on the floor as he stepped further into the light, Harry frowned as he saw blood in her blonde hair, her beautiful lips slightly parted, eyes closed, but she was breathing. "Sweetheart, what happened?" Harry murmured, kneeling down. "C'mon, let's get you somewhere warm."

Gracie held her wounded side as she gasped for breath, struggling up the steps of the house she'd been directed to, and she hoped the damn hunter was home. She'd been told that Louis Tomlinson was skilled with angels, and time was truly of the essence. Collapsing onto the patio, Gracie knew she couldn't give up, she couldn't allow herself to, Elora was still where they'd crash landed; and they were dying, and dying fast. Crawling to the front door, Gracie pounded her fist onto the wooden slab as heavily as she could, despite her weakness, and she prayed that someone would hear her, because there was no way in Hell she could speak, shout for attention, call for the help she so desperately needed.

Sam tried not to appear as amused as he felt with his brother’s complaints, but he understood the frustration. “On the bright side, hopefully this is a case we can end in a day,” he offered up after a moment, looking over before he climbed into the Impala as well and closed the door, thinking. The thought that a pair of twins, twins who’d only just turned twenty-one, were in so much danger bothered him. Their lives had barely begun and he doubted they were even aware that their lives might be ending on their birthday. “I think the only other plan we could have would be to try to find somebody who knows them and get their numbers… There’s also the possibility that, if they’re not at the house, they may not even be together, which would make things even more difficult…” But, he hoped that wouldn’t be the case. Hopefully, they could end this before it got too bad, before anybody had to suffer, but they were on such a small time limit, he wasn’t sure. “We’ll have to wait until we get to the house and see if they’re there first. Hopefully, they will be and we’ll be a step closer to ending this.”

Eva offered an amused look to her sister as she settled into the seat, lifting her shoulders in a shrug. “I usually end up just blocking it all out,” she admitted, settling her gaze out the window, “Maybe this year our birthday wishes will actually come true.” She was doubtful, though. She’d wished for the same thing since she was sixteen, to be free of this town, and she knew Callie had, too, and they hadn’t had the wish granted thus far. It was upsetting, disappointing, but it wasn’t like she’d ever really expected a birthday wish to come true in the first place. Looking to the house when they parked, she sighed. “Yeah, so am I. Tomorrow, things will go back to normal - except now we can legally drink.” She grinned teasingly at her sister before she moved to climb out of the car. “Come on, let’s get inside.”

Nova leaned against the bar, honestly wanting nothing more than to get as drunk as she possibly could, because today had definitely not gone as planned. All she wanted was to pretend that nothing had happened and that she could just pretend everything was okay, so alcohol was her go-to option for the moment to get rid of the world around her. She paused,, though, blinking as she looked to a man who spoke to her, but she offered a mildly amused look. “And how many times have you used that line tonight?” she asked with curiosity as she watched him, taking him in, admittedly allowing herself a moment to admire him. Eventually, though, she lifted her shoulders in a shrug. “Rough day. So, while I usually don’t agree to it, yeah, I think you can offer me a drink, and I’ll definitely take it.” And she was sure it was ill-advised, especially when it came to a stranger, but this man had her attention already, and there was no way she was passing up this opportunity. “I’m Nova, by the way.”

Cillian whistled lowly to himself as he walked, looking forward to what the night’s events had in store for him. After all, he was meeting an angel - a beautiful one at that - to get her to pay up on what she owed him, as they’d agreed. He hadn’t had much else on his mind since meeting the angel, and he wasn’t about to lose a chance to have some fun. And, admittedly, he’d thought about what her lips would feel like against his countless times, but he’d also thought of what her skin would feel like against his, her breath mingling with his, his fingers through her hair and hers through his - and he had no real qualms about admitting such thoughts aloud, especially to an angel when it might get under her skin. The thought made him smirk and, when he spotted her up ahead, his smirk grew as he approached her. “So, you actually showed up,” he mentioned easily, “I’ve gotta admit, I expected you to hide away.” But, he was pleased she was there.

Laelia walked quietly, a file in hand, along with pens and a notebook. She liked doing her research in peaceful areas, without the distractions, so she’d wandered to the nearest park. As far as she could tell, there was only one other person there right now and, while she paid him no mind, she could admit he was attractive. Sitting down on a fountain, she opened the case file to examine it - she didn’t have any active cases to work on right now, the ones she’d heard about, she knew others were already working, so she was working on an older one in the meantime. She’d already made a ton of notes on the case, but she didn’t want to pursue it until she knew that she was onto something, so she sat quietly and focused.

Michael hadn’t really had much to do today - he’d done his usual duties, and he was glad to be done with it, but now he was just bored. It wasn’t really anything new, though; he’d often found himself bored, every since selling his soul way back when. He knew he wasn’t the only demon to ever just grow bored, though, so he mostly just dealt with it, found something to occupy his time and entertain himself. He’d been on the search for that when he realized somebody had bumped into him, but he blinked when he realized who that somebody was. “Queenie,” he said with mild surprise, but he couldn’t help but smirk. This was certainly a change of pace, something that changed his normal, everyday activities, and he wanted to latch onto the opportunity. “Long time, no see.” And, she’d certainly changed during that time - definitely even more beautiful than he remembered. “How about we get a drink, catch up?” He arched a brow, hopeful that she’d agree, but also curious about how her life had been since they’d last seen each other - he tried to push that part of himself away, though.

Aliah busied herself with serving a few of the customers. It was a lot busier than usual, and she supposed it was because there was such nice weather. Hearing somebody calling for her, though, she couldn’t help the nervous frown. Being rushed not only made things more difficult, but it made her risk screwing things up, and the last thing she needed was to screw up with this job. Breathing out, she excused herself from the customers she’d been with, having taken their order, and she went to turn it in before she made her way over to the man who’d called for her - he was cute, she could admit, but his personality sucked. “Maybe you could try being a little more patient,” she pointed out carefully, quietly, because she didn’t want to upset or anger the man, but she also didn’t think it was fair to her or the other customers to demand help right away. Sighing, she flipped her pad nervously to a new page before looking to him. “What is it that you wish to order, sir?”

Calum adjusted his jacket as he waited for the elevator, having a few errands to run before he’d have to deal with work, and a part of him wished that something fun, exciting, different would happen. At the moment, he felt like his life was so… Mundane, so normal and boring, it bothered him more than he cared to admit. He paused, though, when he heard somebody join his side, and, for a long moment, he couldn’t help but to take her in, amazed by her, and he wondered if maybe she was just the thing he was looking for. When she spoke, though, he felt his face warm, and all thoughts disappeared, because he knew he didn’t even have the courage to chase this girl, and he cleared his throat, trying to avoid getting too affected by her words. “Uh, sorry, I didn’t mean to stare, I just…” he started, but how was he supposed to explain this without seeming like a creep? Instead of trying to explain himself, he shook his head, blinking when he realized what else she said. “What kind of fun?”

Elora had never really felt pain the way she felt it right now. Everything hurt, from her cuts to her bones, to her very skin, and she was sure it was from being injured so badly then tossed out of Heaven. She was surprised she could even breathe at this point - and a part of her was certain that wouldn’t last long if the bleeding didn’t stop - but she focused all of her effort, all of her strength, into staying alive. She was barely conscious, but she could register somebody speaking, and she’d wanted to call out to them, to speak, but her mouth felt so dry, she felt like she wouldn’t be able to feel any real words without sending pain throughout her whole body. And, she couldn’t really register what the voice was saying, so a part of her worried that whoever it was was there to finish her off - many supernatural beings wanted angels dead, hell, even some hunters did. All she could really manage was, “It hurts” before she felt her consciousness slipping.

Louis had been planning to have a relaxing day in for once. As a hunter, he didn’t get that often, and he felt he deserved it, at least this once. Any thoughts of relaxing and just sitting in, enjoying the comforts of his home, were blown to pieces when he heard a knock, though. Frowning, he stood up. “One day, I just want one day,” he muttered to himself as he made his way to the door, “This better be good!” As he got to the door and opened it, though, he hadn’t seen anybody there at first, until his gaze dropped down, and he paused in shock. “Shit.” He felt awful, in that moment, for being so cranky, but he quickly moved over, certain he could waste any time, because he could see all the blood pooling around her from the few moments she’d been on his doorstep. Quickly, he picked her up, being gentle, and he brought her inside. “What happened to you? What are you?” Because he was sure no ordinary human would just stop on his doorstep, of all places, for help. Still being careful, he took her to his sofa to lie her down. “Stay there.” He felt stupid for saying that, he doubted she could go anywhere, but he ignored the thought and quickly went to get some medical supplies and came back to start fixing her up as quickly and carefully as he could.

Dean settled into the drivers seat, and as he glanced over at Sam, he rolled his eyes as he saw that his younger brother seemed almost amused. "Do you always have to look on the bright side?" Dean mumbled, his own grumpy appearance almost breaking. As he listened to Sam's words though, Dean could feel hope running through him. "Maybe," He shrugged. "But knowing our luck? Probably not." Dean drove through the streets of the small town, and he couldn't help but feel that everything was off. "This place is creepy man," The eldest Winchester grumbled. "The best bet is to check the house, I mean, they're twins, they wouldn't wander that far from each other." He shrugged easily in response, and as he studied a few people that walked happily down the street, Dean frowned. The chances of this whole town knowing that these twins were the key to their survival were high, and he couldn't help but feel angry that they were happy to go on with their lives, knowing two girls were destined to die. Pressing his foot to the accelerator with the thought, Dean shook his head. "Have you done any more research?"

Callie grinned as she listened to Eva's retaliation. "That's actually the best thing to do," she pointed out, amused by it all. The tune of happy birthday still echoed in her mind and she tried to chase it away, a shudder of embarrassment travelling down her spine. "Ugh, adults." Callie complained jokingly. They were adults now. Hearing Eva's words, Callie's grin softened, and she reached out, taking her twin's hand within her own. "Me too." Callie nodded. "But hey, we have each other. One day we'll be out in that big world. And," Callie smirked, using Eva's words as a force against her. "Legal to drink. Whiskey is going to heal all of our wounds." She promised, pulling away and opening the driver's side door. "Maybe Mom left some cake for us." Callie exhaled, making her way to the porch steps, stepping up to the humble home they called Paradise. Shifting to dig her key from the pocket of her jeans, Callie pushed the door open, reaching for the light switch. "Huh..." Callie frowned.

David admired the girl as she leaned against the bar, and he couldn't stop himself, couldn't pull his gaze away - not that he really wanted to. By far, she was the most incredible thing, and David would be damned if he lost her now. "Surprisingly," David hummed, downing the rest of his drink in one, placing the glass back down onto the bar with a light slam, appreciating how amused she looked, because that meant he was succeeding. "That was the first, and and the only time, if luck allows it." David was surprised at how much he meant it. Hearing that the beauty had had a rough day, David nodded sympathetically. He understood, and he found his own worries dissolving, wanting to take on hers so she didn't have to feel the burdens of life. "Well, Nova, I'm David." David offered his hand to her, not wanting her to get the impression that he was a creep. David rarely gave his love life a second thought, but Nova had him thinking of possibilities and opportunities he hadn't considered for a long time. "And go ahead and order whatever you like, by the sound of it, you deserve it." And with ease, David hailed down the bar tender. "Usual for me, Reg, and whatever this young lady orders is on me for the rest of the night."

Anona's eyes closed as she heard a familiar Irish accent that caused a shiver of excitement to tremble down her very existence, and taking a deep breath, Anona opened her eyes and feigned her bravery, turning around to face Cillian. Seeing him wear the smirk that almost made her knees weak, Anona rolled her eyes, stepping forward to meet him half way. "Believe it or not, angels are good for their word. At least, I am." Anona studied him for a long moment, and biting on her lip, Anona tried to push away devilish thoughts from such a heavenly mind. "One kiss, Cillian." She warned. "And then this," she motioned between them. "Is over. It's done." Although Anona couldn't deny that she'd thought of Cillian once or twice, shifting underneath her, breathing out her name in the most sinful way. "We'll be even." Anona stuffed her hands into the pocket of her leather jacket so he couldn't hold her hand, so she couldn't reach for him, so she couldn't give him leverage or make herself yearn for him even more. "Let's get this over with."

Luke could admit to himself, without any of his idiot demons over-hearing, that taking time to appreciate the silence was time well spent. He'd worked so hard to become the King of the worst kingdom known to man, and yet, sometimes he missed being human. Leaning forward, elbows resting on his knees, Luke got lost in his thoughts for a long moment until he noticed movement; and lifting his gaze, Luke paused when he saw a girl - clearly human, but so clearly beautiful. Watching as she sat on a fountain, Luke watched carefully as she opened a file, and Luke's heart lifted - perhaps she was a lawyer, or a teacher, but he'd seen Sam Winchester study files like that. He couldn't help but watch, and he wondered if she was in the line of hunting. Perhaps he could try and ask. Standing to his feet, Luke treaded over carefully. "Hi there," He greeted, trying to appear as human as possible as he sat beside her, but keeping a distance so he didn't ruin her files. Tucking a stray blonde curl behind his ear, Luke's blue eyes softened as he smiled, the first genuine smile he'd offered anyone in so long. "I'm Luke Hemmings. What're you studying there, it looks interesting." Luke bit his lip. "Maybe I could help in some way." He was hopeful she'd get his hint, so long as he kept up this whole dumb human act. But maybe not all humans were dumb, this one certainly didn't seem to be.

Queenie offered Michael a soft smile as he said her name, surprised that he still remembered her at all. It was incredible still, how her name sounded falling from his lips, but trying to rid her mind of those thoughts, Queenie tucked a strand of hair behind her ear; because Michael Clifford had always had her full attention, and she was certain she had that devilish smirk committed to memory. "A really long time." Queenie teased. He'd changed since the last time she saw him - he'd had bright red hair, his hair now blonde, but his green eyes were still just the same. "Oh," She exhaled, hearing his offer - she had a case to get to, but she could never say no to Michael, she just lacked that ability. "Okay, just one though, I uh, have to be at work tomorrow." Queenie offered a sweet smile. "Know any good places? I could use another wine, and a catch up sounds awesome."

Ashton studied the menu carefully, kicking his feet up onto the seat opposite him. He didn't care much for the establishment, and he didn't care much for anyone but himself. His soul was long gone, and nobody gave a fuck about him, so why the fuck did he have to care about anyone else? Hearing a voice at his side, Ashton lifted his gaze, preparing himself to fire back something witty, but he found himself falling silent at the sight of her, the waitress he had just spoken to as if she was nothing more than discarded dirt on the bottom of his shoe. It had been a long time since a woman had made Ashton feel something - it had been a long time since anyone had made Ashton feel anything, but damn it, he couldn't let her affect him like this, no fucking way. "I got places to be sweetheart, things to do." Ashton shot back with a defensive frown, but the quietness of her voice made Ashton feel... guilty? Sighing, Ashton pulled his feet down, running a hand through his hair. "Can I just get a large Coke, please? And some bacon fries, extra salt." Ashton avoided eye contact, trying to keep his confident demeanour. "Thanks, doll. You're an angel." He fucking hoped not.

Libby couldn't help but smirk that tugged at the corners of her lips at how this man just radiated nervous energy, and Libby wondered if she could turn him from someone reserved to someone who would be up for a challenge, someone who would be up for fun. Libby loved being a demon, she loved being a cold-hearted bitch, but damn it, she wanted someone to be just as fucked up as she was - maybe this man would be the one to turn her world around. "You sure about that, honey?" Libby teased. "You seemed to be curious. I'm Libby." Stepping into the elevator as the doors opened, flinging her pink hair over her shoulder, studying the brown eyed boy as he followed her inside, still nervous, still shy. "Well, it depends what kind of fun you're after." Libby shrugged, pretending to be nonchalant as she pressed the ground floor button. "We could stall this elevator, have a good fuck and explore the city - what'd you say?" Libby smirked, finger hovering over the emergency stop button. "Your call, sweetheart. I have all day."

Harry lifted the angel into his arms, and he couldn't help but feel concerned for the poor celestial being. He wondered what had happened for her to be hurt this badly. Seeing her fade out of consciousness, Harry frowned, adjusting her in his arms so her head leaned against his shoulder, and with a quick click of his fingers, Harry's world changed around him to the hotel he called his home. "I deserve an award for this," Harry murmured, laying the beauty on his bed. He could admit to himself quietly that she certainly looked like she belonged there. Biting his lip with the thought, Harry tried to remind himself that he was the lowest of the low, and she was the sort of creature people told fond stories of, there was never a chance for him to be something extraordinary to her. Frowning bitterly with the thought, Harry grabbed a spare t-shirt from the floor, gently lifting her t-shirt to press to the deep wound in her side, trying to soothe the bleeding. "God, what happened?" Harry frowned. Pressing onto the wound, Harry sat on the edge of the bed, rolling the creature onto her side so she was laying on top of the t-shirt. Reaching, Harry ran his fingers through her hair before standing to his feet, going to make her some water for when she began to stir once more, and although he was preoccupied, his gaze never left her, because he knew angels were meant to be beautiful, but she was ethereal on the highest standard. He wondered how she'd react if she found out he was a demon. Placing the glass on the bed side table, Harry sat on the edge of the bed once more, hoping that her grace would heal her so he didn't have to cause her any additional pain with stitches. Running his fingers through her hair, Harry exhaled. "You're safe now, at least."

Gracie winced as Louis picked her up, and although she could tell he was trying to be gentle, every small movement just made her pain intensify by tenfold. "Angel." She gasped through her pain, squeezing her eyes shut. "Stabbed. Hurts." She was certain that she couldn't speak any more from the pain, and her vision was fading in and out quickly. "Hurts so bad." Gracie whimpered, feeling her consciousness begin to fade under Louis' touch, although she was afraid to let her guard down. "Betrayed."

Sam offered an amused look as he settled into the seat. He wasn’t able to relax, not with everything that was going on, but he could at least focus. “One of us has to,” he joked lightly, lifting his shoulders in a shrug as he sighed out. His gaze wandered the streets as they drove, a small frown on his features, because everything they looked at, everything they saw, was because of what was meant to happen to a pair of innocent girls. His brows furrowed, frustrated with the knowledge, and he knew both he and his brother wanted to do everything they could to prevent something like that from happening. He just hoped they managed to succeed, somehow, some way. “The entire thing is called Ver Sacrum,” he said, looking over to his brother, “People would promise their children born in the next Spring to a god for plentiful crops, and make good on the promise later. Bobby’s supposed to be looking into how to kill the god and get back to us.” Sighing with the thought, he ran a hand through his hair. “Hopefully, he gets the answer soon.” They didn’t have time to waste, after all.

Eva grinned slightly in response. “Of course it is,” she chimed happily, her mind wandering for a moment. She couldn’t help but wonder what their lives would be like if they ever really did get to leave, to see the world. Chewing on her lip for a moment, her mind continued to stray until she felt her sister’s hand take her own, the feeling grounding her, and she offered a small smile. “Whiskey, vodka, tequila, we’ll try it all.” She winked jokingly, but looked ahead as they got into the house, and she blinked with confusion, peering around a bit. “Do you think the breaker blew or something?” But, beyond the darkness of the house, it was also… So eerily silent - something she wasn’t used to; their home was hardly ever quiet and never completely silent.

Nova watched David as she listened to him, though she offered an amused look and, honestly, she could feel her tension, her stress, her worries, dissipate around her. “And what exactly would you consider luck in this case?” she asked as she watched him, arching a brow, her curiosity getting the better of her - though, really, who could blame her when it came to this guy? Something about him was definitely affecting her in a way that she wasn’t used to, but she found herself enjoying it, wanting to spend more time with him. “It’s great to meet you, David.” A small grin formed on her features as she took him in before she looked to the bartender in thought. “Maybe vodka?” She arched a brow but looked back to David, not wanting to take her eyes off of him for too long.

Cillian smirked as he watched Anona, taking her in, and he was almost certain that he was affecting the angel more than she was allowing to show - and that was fine; he would take what he could get and just enjoy the knowledge of it, because he knew angels and he knew she wouldn’t outright admit to being affected by a demon such as himself. But he knew and that was fine by him. “Angels are tricky with their words, tend to skirt around the truth. You lot are just as bad as us demons - but at least we admit to what we do,” he said with amusement, a smirk forming on his features, “So perhaps you lot are worse, hm?” Watching her, he made his way closer, he listened to what she had to say, but he didn’t believe a word of it. And, just to prove it, he didn’t hesitate nor did he give any warning before he leaned to kiss her deeply.

Laelia had been focused on looking through the file, trying to piece together everything that she could. Her concentration was broken, however, when she heard a voice she didn’t recognize. Her brows furrowed, she lifted her gaze to the man, watching him. He was attractive, she could give him that much - frustratingly so. But, she wasn’t one to let herself get distracted by a cute face and pretty eyes, especially not when she was working on a case. “Laelia Wright,” she said eventually, “And I’m working on a case. Involving a citizen isn’t allowed - legalities and all.” More than that, she couldn’t involve just anybody in this type of stuff - it was too dangerous and they’d never believe in it, anyway. “So, sorry, but I can’t accept the help. Thanks for the offer, though.”

Michael offered an amused look as he watched Queenie, taking her in, a part of him almost certain that she was far more beautiful than he remembered - and it was incredibly likely, since she’d definitely matured. He idly wondered what else had changed about her. “Work, huh? What do you do?” he asked, arching a brow, admittedly curious, finding himself debating on what jobs could have possibly fit somebody like Queenie - a lawyer, a writer, a teacher, a police officer, there were many options, and he wasn’t sure what would have or could have ever fit her best. Still, he grinned slightly and turned. “Yeah, I think I know of a place. Come along.” And, he knew that he should be focusing on causing chaos and wreaking havoc, but he couldn’t bring himself to care for any of that presently.

Aliah watched theman as she waited for him to order, pointedly ignoring how attractive he was, because his attitude severely crushed any chance of his attractiveness actually mattering. Insanely attractive people had a tendency to think they controlled the world - or that the world revolved around them. She was pretty certain both were the case for this guy. “Alright, I’ll have it right out,” she muttered quietly as she wrote down his order before she turned to leave, though she paused for a moment when she heard him thank her, causing her brows to furrow as she peered back at him. He was the last person she’d ever expect to thank anybody, with the way he had acted from the moment he walked in. “What’s with the change in attitude?”

Calum cleared his throat when he heard Libby, shifting a bit as he tried to ignore how much the woman was affecting him, how much her words were getting to him, though he found himself watching her for a few long moments, curious. “Calum,” he introduced after a moment, uncertain before he stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the first floor. He found himself trying to focus on anything other than the girl, but he struggled - something about her was getting to him in ways he never even thought were possible, and he chewed on his lip with the thought. “Aren’t you the one who was suggesting fun? Wouldn’t that imply that you have an idea of the kind of fun that you’re looking for?” He should have kept his mouth shut, he shouldn’t encourage this, but the girl was driving him crazy just with what she was saying.

Elora was out for a little while, weak from the entire experience, and when she woke up, she struggled to put together the pieces - what had happened, where was she, how was she not completely obliterated by now? Her brows furrowed as she scanned the room, her gaze falling on the man next to her, and she could see his demon face, sense his demonic presence, and she felt herself tense, but pieces of her memory came back as she recalled him coming across her. Why hadn’t he just killed her then? She was weak, she was hurt, she was sure he’d noticed. With the thought, she looked to her injury, only to pause with surprise with seeing that it seemed to be healing, but she noticed the shirt under her, too, soaking up the blood she’d lost. “Where am I?” she asked eventually, looking to the demon, “Who are you?”

Louis listened to her quietly, frowning deeply as he worked on stitching her up, his brows furrowed. He wanted to ask more questions, wanted to get more information, wanted to piece everything together so that he could understand what the hell had happened to the poor girl - but he knew better. She was weak, hurt, barely even conscious, and he knew she needed time to heal before she could answer any questions he could even think to ask. Breathing out quietly, he took her in once he finished stitching her up, and he put a patch over the stitches. She was beautiful, even he could admit that much, and he wondered who in the world would ever want to cause harm to somebody as gorgeous as her - she certainly didn’t deserve it, that much he was more than certain of. A part of him wanted to get revenge for her, but the other part wanted to make sure she was okay. “Rest and heal,” he told her quietly, “Focus on that for now.”

Dean's brows furrowed together as Sam spoke, hands expertly maneuvering his beloved Impala almost by instinct. "Ver Sacrum," Dean scoffed. "That has to be the ultimate betrayal, right? I mean, Dad sucked, but he never offered us to some weird god." Dean's nose scrunched up a little, following his phone's GPS as it offered him directions to a seemingly small neighbourhood - the place wasn't that big, surely the ranch wouldn't be too hard to find. When Sam mentioned that Bobby was in charge of finding a way to stop the sacrifice, Dean rolled his eyes sarcastically. "Great, we got a good chance of screwing up while old man Singer drinks himself to slumber with a good bourbon." Dean murmured, and following the GPS as it announced their destination, Dean followed the dirt road. "Sunshine Ranch." He murmured, looking to Sam. "You uh... you wanna give Bobby a quick call?"

Callie frowned as the light refused to switch on, and trying the switch again, Callie looked over her shoulder to her twin. "I - I dunno... maybe there's an outage?" Callie suggested quietly, the eerie silence that seemed to thicken with each passing moment telling her that she needed to be quiet, too. Something in the pit of her stomach told Callie that something was off, something just wasn't right. "Eva," Callie whispered, her voice quivering. "We need to go, something's wrong, something - we need to -" But Callie gasped as she felt a hand, covered with a glove, yank her forward into the darkness. "Eva! Run!"

David grinned as Nova offered him an amused look, and running his finger along the rim of his empty glass, he allowed his grin to soften to a charming smile. "Well, I'd consider meeting you pretty lucky." He offered a wink, something about Nova pulling him in deeper, a curiosity he couldn't quite explain ebbing and flowing through his very existence. "So, tell me, Nova," David hummed as Reg turned to tend to their drinks. "What brings you here in the first place?" David shifted a little so he could face Nova a little more, her beauty simply unmatched by the other women that David had seen that evening. "Drinking away your sorrows?" He winked playfully, although he would never judge - he was there for the exact same reason. As Reg handed David his fresh drink, David waited for Nova to receive hers. "A vodka, huh? Maybe that sorrow is worst than I thought." He teased, lifting his glass in a cheers motion.

Anona scoffed with Cillian's words, how his Irish drawl, becoming all too familiar to her now, was laced with amusement. "We all know that your kind is the worst kind." She warned, voice low. "But tell me Cillian, is there anything you wish to admit to? A private confession, if you will." Raising her eyebrows at the tall man, Anona folded her arms over her chest then, and when his blue eyes fell upon her, Anona tried her hardest not to shift under his gaze. "Drop that smirk before I make you drop it," Anona warned as he stepped closer, her eyes closing as he pressed his lips to hers. Mentally cursing herself as she returned the kiss, Anona cupped Cillian's face within her delicate hands, trying to tell herself that this would never happen again - although she was unsure if that was the truth.

Luke ran his fingers through his curls to straighten out his as a smooth breeze blew around the fountain, and he couldn't help but perk up when she finally allowed him the privilege of knowing her name - Laelia. "It's nice to meet you, Laelia. I'm sorry to bother you while you're busy, I'm just..." Luke sat on the edge of the fountain, playing anxiously with his fingers, hoping that he came off as pathetic as he could to earn some sympathy. "I'm new to town, and I gotta admit, it's a lot different from where I've come from." He shrugged his shoulders gently, and as another breeze blew, Luke saved Laelia's file from being blown away, peering up to Laelia as he knelt in front of her to gather her papers. It felt strange to be the one bowing to someone. "Well, in that case, I can offer some good company instead?" Luke offered, corners of his lips turning upwards to a small smile as he stood up and offered her the file. "I can grab us a coffee and I'll sit here and admire a pretty face while she does her amazing legal work." Luke winked, trying to make the beauty laugh, wanting to do anything - willing to trade his throne - to see her happiness.

Queenie rolled her eyes playfully with Michael's amused look, but she was so glad that, completely by chance, they'd reunited. She'd remembered the Michael she'd known in school, a class clown who was determined to make others laugh, and she wondered how much, in their time apart, he'd changed. Hearing his question though, Queenie blinked in surprise. "Oh, you wouldn't believe me if I told you." Queenie laughed. "How about you, Mikey, what do you do these days?" She asked, following him as he lead them to somewhere else, and stuffing her hands into her pockets, Queenie matched Michael's pace and looked to him with curiosity. "I can't believe it's really you," She laughed, bumping him with her hip.

Ashton studied the woman with a pointed stare as she turned back around, and he allowed his eyes to find her nametag. "Well, Aliah," he replied coolly, leaning back into his chair, hazel eyes now focused on the beauty, appreciating every detail he hadn't noticed before. "I was just a little crabby, tired after a long day, you know?" He lifted his shoulders into a light shrug. "This place just gives off homely vibes." He offered a small smile, dimples dipping into his skin as he messed around with the menu to distract his hands, although his eyes were still firmly on Aliah, and he could silently admit that he enjoyed how her voice was louder when she confronted him, and how it was all he wanted to hear, surprised how much comfort the sound of her voice brought him. He'd never experienced such a sensation before; he was a demon, for goodness sake, he didn't bow down to anyone, and yet, Aliah's meek rebuttal made him want to be a better man, and he enjoyed her newfound confidence. "Is being a nice guy a crime?" He placed a hand to his chest in a mockingly offended way. "Hey... is your shift ending soon?"

Libby smirked a little as she watched the golden skinned man shift a little, and she knew she was breaking through his resolve, and as she caught his eye, Libby's smirk softened to a cheeky smile. "Well, Calum," Libby stepped closer to him as the elevator doors shut, and she gazed up at him. "I know what sort of fun I want to have with you." She placed her hands on his chest, the warmth of his skin something that she could get used to, something she yearned to feel more. "Just say the word." Libby smirked. Digging her nails into his chest through his shirt, Libby studied him for a long moment, before stepping backwards and away from the man, already missing how his skin felt beneath hers. "Or maybe you're just not that fun." She shrugged.

Harry watched as Elora began to return to the realm of the living, and he shifted to face towards her a little more, wanting to experience the moment she opened her eyes. Harry arched an amused brow as she began to speak, and he felt his heart soar, just the sound enough to make him feel as though he was the one with wings, not her. "C'mon angel, not even a thank you?" He smirked, dimple deeply etched into his cheek. "I'm Harry." He introduced after a slight pause, standing to his feet with an exhale through his nose. "The one that saved your ass." He pointed an accusing finger at her then, studying her form. She was already healing. "What the hell happened to you, found you crumpled up in the street." He frowned then. "Should feel blessed that it was me. Any other demon would've finished you off." But who could look at a face so gorgeous and feel the urge to destroy it? Leaning against the kitchen counter, Harry shrugged his shoulders, trying to appear nonchalant. "You want something to eat? Drink?" And as Elora tried to move, Harry frowned, quickly approaching to gently shove her back down. "Don't you dare. You lost a lot of blood. Need to regain that strength of yours."

Gracie could feel every stitch the hunter made, and each pierce of her skin cause her to flinch, the faint blue glow of her grace mirrored against the man's skin. Trying to breathe through the pain, Gracie tried her hardest to hold on to the last bit of consciousness she had; although she knew it was a losing fight. As he placed a bandage over her wound, Gracie's eyes followed Louis, her mind too clouded to form a first impression that was something other than babbling nonsense. "Thank you." She murmured, eyes heavy and voice meek as she shifted, wincing as she got comfortable.