Chapter 15: Thorn in your heart

The grass under his skin felt soft, the skies above a baby blue with fluffy white clouds lazily moving across the vast ever growing heavens. The sunshine cast its warm light down onto Abel as he enjoyed the soft call of birds around them, he tilted his head to the side to see Arphaxat lying beside him. The man's arms stretched, his large, red framed glasses pushed all the way onto his face, feeling the hunter's eyes on him the demon turned to grin at the other.

"How did this place get so beautiful?" Abel asked as they laid in the middle of the forest clearing, the once dark, evil forest had turned light and warm with the sound of life filling it in every direction.

"Well, it's cause you came here,"

Abel scoffed at the others words, "That was cheesy as hell," He laughed, Arphaxat nodded as he rolled to sit up. Leaning over the other lightly, pale blue eyes glowing behind the round glass on his face.

"No no, I mean," Shaking his head, "You're the king of this place, yaknow?"

Abel frowned, "What do you mean?"

"Abel I told you, just think of my little forest as yours. You can come here whenever you want and I'll do my best to make it comfortable for you,"

Abel blinked up at the man, giving him a half smile as he sat up. Arphaxat sat back, giving the other some room.

"Actually, I have a gift for you! Than you gotta tell me about what happened last night,"

"Another gift?" Abel arched an eyebrow, shuddering as he remembered the man's last gift that had left him so exhausted he slept an entire day. In fact, he hardly remembered the night after taking it, he recalled thousands of colors, shapes and voices but it all came in a blurr. That is, until Chamuel turned half the crowd into bone.

"This one is just for here," Arphaxat leaned to the side, pulling out a flower crown. The flowers bright red with a yellow center, their shape reminded Abel of those candy lips that he used to get at the fairground near his foster home.

"A flower crown?"

"Yeah, those are hip, right?" Arphaxat laughed, holding it up. "You're the king here, right? I thought it'd make you look pretty handsome, especially as your hair gets longer."

"I usually cut it around this time," Abel admitted, feeling a spark of warmth in his chest at the others words.

"Let it grow, long hair is hot," Arphaxat laughed, "Lean down a bit so I can put this on,"

Abel hesitated, the flowers, they looked familiar but he couldn't place where he'd seen them before. His mind flashed to the night before, feeling a tinge of pain in his heart he bowed his head. Arphaxat placed the flower crown over the others skull, pushing it down lightly causing a sharp stab of pain to flash through the hunter.

"Hey, careful man!"

Arphaxat looked shocked as he reached forward and brushed a small big of blood from Abel's forehead,

"Sorry Abe," He laughed, "It must have had a thorn I missed!"

Pulling the crown off the others head, he snapped the long thorn from the steam of the flowers, "These are called Euphorbia Milii! They're my favorite flower,"

Abel tilted his head, once again the name was familiar but he couldn't place it. Pushing it to the back of his mind he gave the man a smile,

"No biggie," He took the crown from the blonde, placing it back on his head and laying back down in the grass, taking in the smells from around him. He swore, it smelled exactly like the baseball field he used to play in when he was in school.

"So what happened last night?" Arphaxat asked, laying back down beside the other. His arms behind his head, grinning at Abel with a glow in his cheeks.

"Oh right, Well, he told me he was gay,"

"Uh huh"

"And I...kind of just decided I would tell him, yaknow?"

"That you like him, right?"

"Yeah," Abel let out a sigh, talking about it now felt a little good. It was nice to have someone he trusted in his dreams, though, it was a little odd.

"So I...did my whole romantic gesture thing and I--" He shuffled lightly, Arphaxat moved himself closer to Abel so their arms touched.

"And he...we were about to kiss, I know we were, but something happened? I guess after that I...got a little spooked," He chuckled, "And I don't get spooked often but Cham...man he does something to me,"

"I can't believe that, who would reject you?" Arphaxat sat up now, looking down on Abel with bewilderment.

"I mean, he didn't reject me. I don't know what happened, I was going to talk to him about it when I woke up,"

Arphaxat shook his head, sighing, "That...was a rejection,"

"No way, I swear he was going to kiss me, man,"

"I've seen enough people to know that was a rejection," Arphaxat insistead, laying back down. Abel felt as though someone had run a knife through his heart, was it? His mind raced back to his therapy sessions back as a younger man but they seemed hazy in the beautiful light of the sun.

"I guess," Abel agreed, going to race his fingers through his hair only to be stopped by the flowers. Wincing as he felt another thorn at the top of the crown, looking at the small hole in his hand. A tiny drop of blood rolled down his palm, rubbing his hand against the grass below.

"As a great man once said! "You spend so much time up this Creek, I should think by now you'd have brought a paddle""

Abel glanced to the other with surprise on his face, "Did you just quote the Nanny at me?"

Arphaxat sat up with an excited glint in his eye, "Yeah! You're the first human to get that!"

Abel laughed, shaking his head, "I'm just saying though, you've been rejected enough in your life. Go...find yourself another angel," Arphaxat said, waving a hand in the air as if to dismiss the others feeling for Chamuel.

"Or...maybe the opposite of an angel?"

Abel looked towards the other with a grin, "Oh, do you mean a demon?"

"Hey, you're the one who said it, not me."

Abel scoffed at the man's comment, "I wouldn't reject you, you know," Arphaxat continued. "That angel of yours...pretty dumb," The man frowned, a look of horror filling his gaze.

"You don't think….no," He laid back down but now this peaked Abel's curiosity, he sat up. Leaning over the blonde who's smile widened upon seeing his face,

"What?"

"It's a conspiracy theory," Arphaxat said with a shrug,

"Lay it on me,"

"It's some real X-Files shit," Arphaxat warned,

"Tell me, Mulder,"

"Alright...Scully," He sat up once again, brushing grass from his green jacket, "But what if the angels are using you for something? Yaknow? What if, and this is a theory, they're trying to get in good with you to get you to save the world so they can drop you after?"

Abel's heart stopped, it was something he had been thinking about since he found out Chamuel hadn't been completely honest about the Chamulet.

"Maybe Chamuel is trying to get you...oh no," Arphaxat covered his mouth, "What if," He leaped up in an animated fashion, holding out a hand for Abel who took it and was hoisted up.

"The angel's told him to play with your heart, he's an angel of love right? Who's to say he isn't giving you those feelings?"

Abel hasn't thought about it, suddenly feeling dizzy from the idea. He glanced around him, Chamuel couldn't be doing that could he?

"Well...I mean," Abel felt a small stab of fear, "I...liked him immediately, like, love at first sight kinda deal,"

"Oh shit, Abel," Arphaxat's eyes grew wide, "Love at first sight? That's a Hollywood thing, that doesn't happen," His voice hardly a whisper. Abel looked at the man with a pained expression

"Chamuel said it happens sometimes,"

"How convenient, it "happens sometimes"?"

Abel shuffled from foot to foot as he thought over the situation, feeling the demon's hand on his shoulder.

"Hey man, you okay?" Arphaxat looked at Abel with wide, worried eyes. Abel nodded, leaning into the others touch.

"I got'cha," he whispered to the hunter. Abel breathed in deep in an attempt to process the information that he was just given. He trusted Chamuel with his life, but should he? What the demon said made sense but what would Chamuel or any of the angels have to gain by making him have a crush?

"You gotta wake up," Arphaxat whispered into his ear,

"Man, I don't want too,"

"I'll be around," were the last words Abel heard as his body turned numb.

***

Abel's eyes flickered open, groaning inwardly as he sat up from the motel bed. Sunlight peeked out from behind the blinds, how long had he been asleep? The night before really drained him, he pulled his cell phone out and nearly dropped it.

They'd slept another twenty four hours, it was early morning the day before Thanksgiving and Abel couldn't believe how long it had been. His phone filled with messages from, everyone! Mishka, Sam, Donnie, a few unknown numbers, Baal. He glanced down at Chamuel who slept beside him, a shiver rolled up his spine as he recalled the conversation he had with Arphaxat.

"What if he's making you feel that love?" the other murmured into Abel's ear, the hunter shuttered once more before getting out of the bed slowly.

His heart felt heavy, noticing a few drops of blood on the pillow he made his way to the restroom, glancing in the mirror at his forehead shocked to see the small hole in his skin where the thorn had pricked him, it was still bleeding a little and collecting on his sideburns.

"What the hell," He whispered, he recalled getting the gift from Arphaxat in reality but this? Where was he even going as he slept? Looking down at his hand he noticed the small hole in his skin, it wasn't bleeding but he could see where it had been. The hunter washed his hands quickly before getting into the shower in an attempt to hide the blood. If Cham knew he was seeing a demon he'd flip out, he had to keep a secret yet he felt a stab in his heart once more. He didn't like keeping things from Chamuel, his past therapists had walked him through lying by omission.

"This is different," Arphaxat murmured, causing a shiver to roll down the man's spine, "He's changing your feelings, he's the one lying. You're just protecting your friend,"

Abel looked around him as the hot water raced down his face, leaning against the wall of the small bath he let tears start to run down his cheeks. The rejection was already painful, but now he wrestled with the idea his feelings could be fake, why else would Chamuel pull away so abruptly.

"I really should talk to him," Abel murmured,

"So he can keep lying to your face?" Arphaxat almost sounded angry, as if he were talking to Chamuel himself.

The sound of someone knocking on the bathroom door startled Abel back into reality,

"Hey, you okay?" Chamuel asked, "I saw some blood on the pillow,"

"Just a nosebleed," He lied, "I'll be out in a bit,"

Chamuel hesitated at the door, Abel's voice sounded a little off but he couldn't place why. The memories of the night before cause the angel to step away from the door, silently hating himself for pulling away but he knew it was for the best. Making his way back to the bed and sitting down,

"A nosebleed huh?" He whispered as he traced his fingers over the smeared blood on the side of the bed that Abel hadn't seen.

"I should tell him," Chamule murmured to himself as he started to get changed into clean clothes, "I have to tell him, he'll…" the door clicked, Chamuel glanced up as Abel walked out only a few seconds later. His hair was getting long, it stuck to the side of his face and brushed the tips of his ears.

"Hey Chammy!" He grinned at the man, running his fingers through his hair in an attempt to keep it pushed back and out of his face. The small big in the front stuck out regardless of his constant teasing.

"Whats up? You look like shit," Abel asked, tilting his head at the other.

"Abel about last night, I uh, think we need to talk about some things,"

"What happened last night? Look, I'm just saying, if that guy put windex on me I'd probably kill him,"

"Windex fixes everything, Abel, we went over this," Chamuel chuckled, shuffling from foot to foot, Abel was acting very...Abel which not only comforted the other but also worried him. He almost killed the man, yet he acted as if all they did was watch a few movies.

"We gotta go see Donnie, he's got some news," Abel said as he scrolled through his phone, going to tug on his boots.

"Abel, we really need to talk,"

"Can it wait?" He asked, there was a hint of anger in the hunters voice which caught Chamuel off guard. He never heard the others anger directed at anyone who didn't deserve it, on top of that, Abel was often quick to talk to Chamuel about his feelings. It came off very wrong to the Angel. "We got a ton to do today,"

"Oh...I uh," Chamuel felt his face burn as Abel got to his face, his heart sank when he didn't see the warm spark in the others green gaze. Instead, they felt almost cold.

"Yeah," Chamuel finally said, "It's not important, just...they made a second one,"

"Second what?"

"Big fat greek wedding,"

Abel's smile returned, shaking his keys, "Tell me 'bout it in the car, we'll put it on the list."

***

Abel had been acting off since they woke up, on the drive to Donnies Abel didn't sing any of the songs he put on which concerned Chamuel. He could see something spinning in the hunters head, feel the anger and anxiety. What happened? Was this his fault? He needed to talk to Abel, he needed to tell him everything. The thought scared him, if Abel rejected him what would that mean for their friendship? For the world? For war? He hadn't even considered War in the equation, how would it react to a rejection from the soul whose affection it so desperately sought after.

The two had pulled up to Donnies but Abel left the car without waiting for the other, trotting up towards the front door. Chamuel got out slowly, his heart hurt as he closed and locked the door behind him.

"Wait for me," He called after, having never had to ask that of the hunter until this second, something was very wrong but he wasn't sure if he'd ever known as Donnie threw open the door for the two. Grabbing Abel the hunter hugged him tight, glancing at Cham but not giving him the same reaction which caused his heart to break even more.

His mind went back to the demon he had vaporized, was Donnie thinking about that too? Chamuel followed the two in, Donnies arm around Abel, talking a mile a minute about some new invention he and his 'assistant' had put together,

"Who is this assistant?" Abel asked, grinning at the man.

As if to answer his question Israfil pushed out of the kitchen, his eyes glowing with excitement. His cheeks streaked with dark oil, his hair a mess under his snapback, golden eyes bright as the sun.

"Israfil!" Chamuel said with a grin, the angel floated towards the other. Burying his face into Chamuels chest, hugging him tight and lifting him from the ground. Chamuel laughed at the sudden display of affection, Israfil always knew how to make someone happy with his warm smile and voice of pure gold.

"Chamuel, my friend!" He laughed,

"This is your assistant?" Abel asked, looking the angel up and down, the snapback hatted angel placed Chamuel down before turning attention to Abel, grabbing the hunters hand and shaking it.

"I see you're keeping Faiths' amulet safe!" He nodded to the necklace around Abel's neck.

"Faith? I've been calling it a Chamulet," Abel said, glancing down at the amulet.

"Well, I like that better. Rolls off the tongue more,"

"Thanks, man, and you are…?"

"Israfil!"

"Do you always float?"

"Can't ruin the new shoes!"

"So this is...faith?" Chamuel asked, pushing into the conversation as he gestured to the necklace.

"As in...everyone's faith? Cham, you really were low level if you don't know who Faith is,"

Chamuel felt his face burn with embarrassment, "Well, yeah I guess so,"

"Come into the garage, I'll explain things more, plus! We made something great," Irafil and Donnie gave each other a high five before leading the two past the kitchen towards their work area, Israfil fell in beside Chamuel and stopped him just outside of the door.

"You two go on, I need to talk to Chamuel!"

Abel shrugged, pushing into the small room with his friend close behind.

"Whats up?" Chamuel asked, tilting his head at the other.

"Cham, it's not good, this war is a lot bigger than we anticipated,"

"How big is it?"

"Big Cham, and don't tell Abel,"

Chamuel felt his heart stop, looking at his friend with a painful expression, "w-what? About the war?"

"No Cham, Uriel told me, don't tell Abel. War...I was alive when War was granted to an angel to stop the great flood,"

"But...the flood...happened…"

The look in Irafil's eyes made his heart break in half, tears burned at his eyes but he blinked them away. Looking down at the floor, feeling anger burn into his thoughts.

"I'm sorry, Cham," He whispered, his voice somber, placing a hand on the others shoulder in a display of comfort, "I...see the way you look at him, he looks at you but..we can't risk it,"

Chamuel nodded slowly, feeling the anger wash through him but it slowly faded as the other rubbed his arm lightly.

"I know," He murmured,

Israfil wrapped his arms around the other, giving him a tight hug, "Maybe...after the war," he whispered,

"Maybe," the blonde murmured, hugging the other in return.

Chamuel knew the war ended with him, it ended with brother against brother, just as it always had. As it always would. But who was his brother? He silently wondered, every apocalypse started with two brothers but Chamuel didn't have any brothers he was aware of that weren't other angels. Even then, they weren't his real brothers. It wasn't like Michael and Lucifer, he had just been a lone angel. So how was he supposed to stop a brother he didn't even know he had?

***

"Faiths' Amulet, or the Chamulet!"

Israfil started, Abel was under Donnie's car with him. Having offered to help fix the car for the man for free,

"I'm not big on cars, I can make a car! But fix one I didn't make? No way!" Donnie had said.

"Well, you did a lot for us, lemme fix it!" Abel laughed.

Now as the two worked together to fix the issues on the old junker Chamuel and Israfil watched from afar, occasionally tossing a tool to one of the two men.

"Archangel Faith was the first and strongest archangel,"

"I thought Michael was?" Abel asked from where he was under the old Toyota, pulling himself out to grab at a wrench not too far from his hand. The oil on his face dripped into his hair and down his neck, pooling at the collar of his white tank top.

"In a sense, see, Faith was the first and only archangel when Earth was made. She's the one who helped make a lot of humans that started it all, like Adam and Eve,"

Israfil took a few sips of water, letting out a sigh, "Me and her go way back, I was made as her right hand man!"

Puffing out his chest pridefully, "God made the rest of the archangels when he was happy with Faith's work. But then Michael was born, and lucifer, and well, you know the story from there. Earth was destroyed because of the two, and Faith, well, in an attempt to restore the Earth she sacrificed herself. And that,"

He pointed to Abel's necklace as the man got out from under the car, attempting to get the sweat off his brow without smudging more oil onto his skin.

"Holds her grace,"

"Wait, but the bible doesn't describe that," Abel pointed out,

"The Bible was 'written' by the angels who lived through the original war. The angel tells the prophet, the prophet writes it down. No questions asked! Winners of wars write the history,"

"So her entire grace is in this?" Chamuel murmured, gesturing towards the Chamulet.

"Yeah, when she died she sent her grace into your Adinkra," Abel fiddled with the necklace for a few heart beats.

"What's Adinkra?" he asked

Donnie spoke up this time, sliding out from under the car. His shirtless frame muscular, the anti possession symbol on his chest looked a little raw as if he had been itching it.

"Symbols from Ghana, they usually represent Concepts, Aphorisms, religion. Yaknow, things like that,"

"Oh! You! you're so smart!" Israfil laughed, Donnie gave the other finger guns.

"No you!" he chuckled, Israfil placed a hand on his chest in a dramatic fashion.

"I'm swoonin' over here!" He laughed,

"I get it, you're gay," Abel joked, punching Donnie's arm lightly, "But whats up with these symbols?"

"Not sure," Donnie said with a shrug, "They're usually used for clothes or carved on wood,"

"Yeah, I'm not incredibly sure why Faith picked it," Israfil whispered, leaning back in the chair. Donnie pretended to stroke a long beard as the group sat in silence.

Abel glanced at Chamuel, looking away quickly as the angel looked back. Feeling his face heat up lightly, silently wishing he could go to sleep and chat with Arphaxat about everything.

"So…" Chamuel started, clearing his throat, "we don't know anything else about it?"

"Not really," Israfil admitted,

"Than why does Abel have it?"

"Well, I'm not sure," Irafil looked towards Chamuel with a puzzled expression, "I was told to give it to Abel, by God."

Everyone went silently once again, Israfil seemed to shuffle uncomfortably under the weight of their hushed breathing.

"So it's an angels grace?" Abel finally asked, breaking the silence,

"Yes,"

"How does it work?"

"I'm not sure,"

Abel was getting visibly frustrated with the others answers, "Well you gotta know something,"

Israfil drummed his fingers against his leg, "I...know Faith picked you,"

Abel blinked at the other, tilting his head slightly as confusion flooded his features.

"Why me? Why not Sam's son? Why am I so special?" The words came out of the other rapidly, almost angrily. He didn't know the first thing about any of this, why was he picked?

"Because Sam's wife isn't holy blood, so their isn't either,"

"Holy blood?" Donnie asked, looking between everyone.

"Winchester line is directly related to Adam and Eve, Cain and Abel," He nodded to Abel and let out a sigh, "Some people have holy blood, some don't, some have blood of the damned."

"So I was picked because of who my dad is, is what you're saying?" A small note of hurt in his ton, no one else seemed to notice but Chamuel sure did.

"Yes, and no, Faith had to choose someone with holy blood, but thousands of people have holy blood. You were picked out of all of them,"

Abel seemed to relax at this, Chamuel went to put a hand on the man's shoulder in reassurance but he ducked out of the way. Pain flared through the angel's chest as the hunter stepped out of his reach.

"Let's talk shop," Abel said suddenly, changing the subject, "Donnie what's this thing you wanted to show us?"

***

"How can you be Abel's brother?" Sam asked, eyeing the man, though his caramele skin wasn't anything like Abel's he could really see it in the man's hair and cheekbones. Shaking his head now as he realized why Cain looked so familiar,

"And your names...Cain?" Baal asked, looking at the man with a suspicious glance.

"My mom," He chuckled, "Well our mom, me and Abels, big on the whole bible kind of names," He offered,

"Abel picked his name," Sam blurted out, causing Baal to look at Sam with a puzzled expression, Cain followed suit with a tilt of his head. Sam felt embarassment flood over him, recalling his own son snapping at him for outting a transgender friend of his.

"Erm, I mean," Sam tried to find the right words, nervously sipping his beer.

"He's transgender, his name was Alice," Sam whispered the name as if it were a curse.

"Oh, I didn't know," Cain lied, rubbing the back of his neck as if he were a little embarrassed with himself, "I was wondering what those comments were about,"

"Comments?" Baal asked, Cain shrugged, holding up the phone to Baal who greedily took it from the other.

Cain opened his jaw to demand his phone back but froze, stopping himself from seeming unlikable towards the others. He only had to play nice long enough to get the necklace.

"How can people be like this," Baal snarled, handing the phone back, he got up without another word and made for the restroom. Leaving Sam alone with the mysterious doctor,

"Well, anyways," Cain murmured, "I guess Cain is a happy coincidence?"

"How do you know you're his brother?" Sam asked now, having finished his beer.

"My mom, she's...got some mental problems," He said, clearing his throat, "But she recognized him,"

That was a lie, his mom only recognized two people now a days, her own father could stand next to her and she wouldn't bat an eye. Yet he didn't have any other explanation, he couldn't tell Sam the demons told him, he had forgotten Abel was transgender which put a slight wrench in his lie.

"He looks just like his dad,'' she said," He blurted out, he saw a touch of pain in Sam's eyes before the hunter let out a sigh.

"Did you want something?"

"To meet my brother?" Cain asked, attempting to keep the frustration from his voice at the other. This was Sam winchester? Angel picked the dumbest people to 'save' this world, Cain mused.

"Yeah, that'd make sense," Sam chuckled, attempting to brush his hair from his face as the bartender dropped another beer beside him.

"Well he's on his way here," Sam thought back to Baal, even if Cain was dangerous he had Baal with him. Though he was a demon Sam trusted that Baal would protect them, especially considering his reaction to the negative comments on Abel's twitter.

"If you give me your number I can text you when he gets here, maybe?" Sam offered, pulling out the new phone he had got just that day. Having made a trip to the store, upgrading to the newest edition with all the bells and whistles. It was confusing a bit for the man, he was feeling his age more now a day both mentally and physically.

"Yes, perfect," Cain's eyes glowed, a smile breaking over his features.

The two exchanged numbers, Sam giving him Baal's cell as well before the doctor excused himself.

"My mom's calling," He lied, turning and leaving the bar. His smile widened as he looked down at Sam's phone number, Cherm giggled like a school boy in his ear. Pushing out of the bar and into the sharp, cold air. His breath came out in clouds as he started walking.

"Transgender," Cain scoffed, "Why pick someone who's not even a man?" He growled to himself,

"They picked the wrong one, my king," Cherm insisted,

"We'll show them who the real king is, don't worry," Cain murmured into the cold air. The promise of snow covered the skies above, thanksgiving was coming up quickly, bringing a cold front with it.

Baal returned to Sam a short time later, sitting down beside him, his fingers dancing over the letters on his screen.

"Who are you texting? and where did you go?" Sam asked, attempting to lean over and spy on whatever the man was writing out.

"Abel," He said simply, his voice gruff.

"Abel?"

Sam read through the texts, "Are you talking about Alien?"

"We were, now I'm talking to him about something else,"

"Why Alien?"

"Good movie, Ripleys hot,"

Sam watched Baal type out a long message, feeling his heart swell at the support the demon was sending to his nephew. Glancing up at the other with a small smile,

"Aww, the demon has a heart of gold,"

"Shut up, Sam,"

"Where are your talking animals?" Sam continued to tease, causing Baal to shove him lightly.

"I could break you in half if I wanted, ya'know,"

"Don't do that, they might take away your angel's wings,"

Baal snorted, his eyes glittered with humor, "You're cruisin' for a bruisin',"

Sam laughed, taking another drink of his beer. Silently, he missed hanging out with someone and drinking beers, talking about girls, life.

"So Ellen Ripley, huh?" Sam asked, grinning,

"Oh i'd let her blow my head off," Baal laughed,

"Into that kind of foreplay, huh?" Sam laughed.

The two continued to chat with one another, leaving Butch in the motel room. His eyes dancing over the pictures on the screen in front of him, the necklace around Abel's neck had nearly caused his heart to stop. Faith Amulet, or as Abel had been calling it online, the Chamulet. Butch knew the rumors, he read the old text, saw the pictures on the great hidden church walls of the old world. He never assumed it was real, if he could have it, he knew his dreams could come true. He wasn't fully aware of its power, what happened when someone Faith didn't choose ended up having it, and he knew the other hunters of the world saw it as a sign of rejoin! They would protect the amulet holder with their lives, yet, why should they? Abel was chosen, but it didn't mean the amulet wouldn't work for him too.

His eyes glanced up to the text message that flashed over his screen,

"Be back in 15! Are you sure you don't want anything to eat?"

He flicked Sam's message away, when they asked if he wanted to join them Baal seemed more than delighted to take his poor excuse. He needed to come up with a plan to get the necklace from Abel, it wouldn't be hard would it? He knew he'd have to be careful, but he was already in Abel's close circle so how hard could it be? He could steal the necklace and blame it on someone new, or even someone old. A jealous uncle maybe?