Chapter 34: Fire and the Flood

"So, any ideas?" Booker asked, holding their phone to the sky in an attempt to get any sort of signal. They stood on an all white, old table that rocked under their weight.

"Even if you get a signal it's not like the cops can kill these things," Abel huffed, scrolling through his music in an attempt to play Chamuel's favorite songs. He wasn't sure why this thought occurred but it put him a tad at ease to hear the tunes that the angel occasionally sang too.

"Better than sitting here," Booker replied, hopping off the table they'd been standing on and pocketing the phone. The two could hear the dogs growing angrily, circling the door waiting for the duo.

"Can we climb out of the lights?" Abel asked, pointing to the large tiled ceiling lights that covered the area around them.

Booker gave the man a puzzled glance, "Do you just get all your information about life from movies?"

Abel pondered this for a few seconds, "Yes,"

The dogs howled in anger, slamming against the wooden door now.

"What's freaking them out?" Booker gasped,

"Rude comments probably," Abel retorted, the dogs let out another howl of anger towards the door. The wood splintered against their weight.

"I'm going to be eaten by a hell dog," Booker gasped, "I don't even like dogs,"

"Yeah my first though when I'm about to get mauled by demonic dogs is the fact that I'm a cat person," Abel retorted with a chuckle,

"I hate to break the news to you, Abel, but you're not Tom Cruise. This isn't a movie, we're about to die,"

"That's because I'm better than Tom Cruise, I'm a Winchester," He shot the other with a bright grin.

He whistled loudly into the air, silence.

"Arphaxat you--"

He whistled again, nothing.

"Asshole," He snarled,

"Wow, you're right you are better than Tom Cruise," Booker's voice ran with sarcasm.

"Shut up,"

The dogs rammed against the door only to let loose a loud yelp and howl of fear, clicking claws rapidly vanishing as they took off running. Abel and Booker stared in shock at the door, expecting the dogs to come back but instead the doorknob turned a few times. The door fell inward, smashing to the floor with a loud bang. Standing on the otherside was a short man, he wore a fancy suit with a woman standing beside him. They both held crosses in their hands, the woman carried a large super soaker over her shoulder.

"Winchester?"

"That's me," Abel blinked at the man in shock.

"I'm Theo Rose, FBI, This is my partner Dagmar," He nodded to her, she lifted her head with a broad grin.

Abel turned to look at Booker with a shit eating grin on his face,

"This doesn't prove anything," They scoffed.

"Are you both okay? We're here to get you out of here," Dagmar said, holding out the large, multicolored fake gun.

"We gotta go," Theo said, nodding to his partner. Abel and Booker stepped out of the inside of the room, looking around.

"How'd you get rid of the dogs?" Booker asked,

"Salt, holy water, giant water gun," Dagmar said with a huff, she puffed out her chest at her quick thinking. Patting the large super soaker.

Abel wasn't listening as he looked down towards the ground. The stairs went so far down they turned to a blurr near the bottom. It was all open, with only a single sheet of glass to keep him from falling over. He felt nauseous at the height.

"Abel," Booker said, placing a hand on the hunter. Abel turned towards the group, and a new song started to play. It was the angel's favorite song which caused his heart to stop, shaking his head he turned on his heels and charged up the stairs.

"Wait!" Theo shouted, turning to Dagmar.

"Get him to the others, meet me at the top," Dagmar nodded, escorting Booker downwards.

"Them," Booker sighed but didn't argue as they followed Dagmar downward.

Abel raced up the steps, skipping every other step as Theo charged after him. The man had pulled out his gun just in case he'd need it as they pelted up the stairway.

"I'm not leaving till I find Cham," He shouted down to Theo who didn't reply as he continued to climb after the other.

"Shoot me if you want," Abel snarled, stopping and turning to the other, "But you aren't gonna stop me,"

"I'm not going to shoot you, idiot!" Theo snapped, "I'm trying to help your stupid ass, your uncle sent me!"

Abel looked shocked before a grin raced over his face, "Wait, Sammy sent you?"

"Do you want to get your boyfriend or not?" Theo huffed, racing past the other. Holding his gun close as he did so,

"Why does everyone say that?" Abel shouted after him as the pair pelted upwards.

***

Chamuel sat on the ground, his legs crossed under him. The lipstick on the door meant he couldn't just fly himself out of here. The fire could burn his wings off anyways, but he'd be able to escape at least and maybe later he'd find a way to fix them. He groaned, the heat of the flames made his skin feel as if it would combust. The demon watched, drinking a bottle of water. She winked at him as she dumped it on the floor a second later.

"You're hilarious," Chamuel snorted,

"I know it," She brushed her hair back in an over dramatic fashion. He patted his hair on the sides a few times. Trying to keep it from getting singed, the sound of a door slamming open alerted him. He leapt to his feet, turning to see Abel and another man busting through as if they were cops in an old movie about to catch the crook. Abel's arm covered in large, hellhound bites, blood had dried over them turning an ugly black. It was badly patched with fabric that was starting to unravel.

"Abel! Get out of here," Chamuel shouted, the music on Abel's phone kicked into Chamuel's earpiece now. It was his favorite song, on repeat. This turned his chest to a hot lava that burned hotter than the fires surrounding him

"No way, Cham! I'm not afraid of this bitch!"

Obizuth hopped to her feet, Theo held his gun up with an angry glint in his eyes.

"Get down, release the angel,"

"You got the pint sized police involved?"

"Least I don't have hair like a clown," Theo snarled.

"Hey! It's really windy up here," She snapped, slamming a foot into the ground sending a wave of blackness at the two. Theo rolled away from it, shooting at the woman. She snorted, claws exploding long, thin, from her nails. She used the sharp claws to knock the bullet away with ease.

"Oh...o-okay, I didn't know she'd do that," Theo whispered, his face shocked.

She laughed loudly, the darkness swirled around her legs as she was hoisted into the air. The thick blackness surrounded her, protecting her with its mass. Her hair whipped back and forth in the ice wind. Lightning flashed behind the woman, turning her blue eyes to yellow.

"Bring it," She laughed.

Abel looked at her with wide eyes, clenching his fists tight. He felt worthless without a weapon, without the Chamulet.

"Abel, run," Chamuel shouted at him, he sucked in air as the heat continued to burn his skin. Licking hungrily at his hair and face, Abel glanced towards him before raced over to the angel.

"Not to me," Chamuel hollored,

Pain exploded through Abel's brain as she shot darkness at him, it smashed into Abel like concrete and sent him nearly falling over the edge of the giant building. He screamed in fear, scrambling to keep himself from falling. The blackness turned into thin, long hands, grabbing Abel and hoisting him up. Abel snarled as the darkness attempted to bury itself into his skin, it couldn't get far thanks to his tattoo but it continued to try. Sending waves of agony prickling at the top of his flesh.

"Abel," Chamuel shouted. Theo shot his gun a few times. The bullets whizzed through the dark arms, a few of them exploding and showering the city below with its blood. A bullet whizzed by Abel's head causing him to yelp in shock.

"Stop it, man!" Abel yelled out,

"Sorry, I'm new at this,"

"At shooting!?"

"At this!" Theo shouted as he raced towards the hunter, being blown back by a giant hand of darkness that came out of Obizuths arms. She cackled as she slammed the agent into the roof with a loud bang.

Chamuel scrambled, attempting to find anything to break out of the fire. He looked back to Abel. The hands were dragging him towards the end of the building, his fingers dug into the rocks. He fought hard against them,

"Cham, I won't let you burn alive," He shouted, attempting to kick away the hands. He clawed against the gravel, blood dripping from his fingers, before he started slamming his steeled shoe down on the darkness with all his might. Silently thanking Donnie for reenforcing his boots. The small, thin hands dropped him. Retreating back to Obizuth.

He raced towards Chamuel again, Obizuth used her larger hand to swat at Abel but he slid under it in the grass. Silently wishing he had cleats as he stopped beside the fire, he locked eyes with Chamuel. Giving the angel a wink,

"Who's the superhero now?" He asked, shoving his hands into the hot dirt around the burning angel, throwing it on the flames, the fire got a little smaller but it wasn't like anything Abel had ever seen before. Another blast of pain as Obizuth smacked him away from Chamuel, he knocked against the side of the building. The impact smashed the air out of his chest, he collapsed with a gasp.

"King down!" She laughed, towering over him.

He snorted, spitting blood from his mouth and forcing himself to his feet despite how much pain he was in. He needed to protect Cham. He glared daggers at her, struggling to keep from falling back down.

"Why won't you die?" She asked with a scoff, throwing the large fist towards him. He jumped away from it, the large hand just barely missing the hunter, stumbling back and sucking in air. His chest burned painfully, he knew he had a broken rib or two. The pain returned as she snatched him up in her large, dark hand. Holding him up with a wide smile, closing the fingers tight around the man. Squeezing him causing the hunter to gasp as his ribs were crushed.

"I'm sorry Alice, if only you were fit to be a king,"

Chamuel's eyes snapped to white, "dirt!" War thought, He looked down at the grass, at the marks in the earth Abel had made to patch up some of the flames. He turned to see Obizuth slowly move the large black mass to the end of the skyscraper. Chamuel's eyes grew wide, he shoved his hands into the dirt turning it white under his grip, the ground exploded around him. Showering the fire in patches of grass and wet soil, the flames flickered and settled down just enough he could unleash his wings.

Abel fought to keep himself awake, he had to save Chamuel. He glared down at her through blurry vision, she held him upside down. All the blood in his body rolled to his head. Every step the woman took sent sparks of agony through his system until he felt himself black out. He came too only seconds later as he was thrown over the edge of the building.

Terror smothered his lungs as the cold wind smashed into his face. He started dropping like a rock to the grounds below, he could see police vehicles, people, all looking up at him and they were getting bigger. He shut his eyes tight, instinctively putting his arms in front of his face as if it would somehow help with impact but he knew he was dead.

"Cham," He murmured, shaking violently "I'm sorry,"

Chamuel watched in horror as the hunter was thrown over the edge, all he could hope was that someone smudged the symbols on the door as all his might smashed into his legs and he shot upwards, the amount of force that he put on the building caused the windows to explode outwardly. Shattering them in thousands of pieces that rained down below to the audience that were filming. The wings took up most of the air as they glowed in heavenly light. For a heartbeat they shimmered in the dark, stormy air as lightning flashed behind him. The rumble of thunder followed as he took in a breath and folded his wings shooting downwards with all his might like an arrow, sending a silent prayer to whoever listened as he broke past the building. He heard Obizuth yell something in rage, he saw Theo in the corner of his eye. Holding his phone up, his jaw dropped to the floor.

Chamuel pumped his wings a few times, forcing himself to gain speed. Abel's body rapidly came into his vision, he was so close to the ground. Chamuel felt the effects of the speed on his face, it burned but he didn't stop. He couldn't. His king in sight he let his wings snap open, they took in air slowing the angel down as he spun to grab Abel. His wings nearly touched the floor as he got under the man and grabbed him, holding him to his chest he shot over the ground, he heard the innocent gasp or scream as he blasted past them. They hopped out of the way just in time before the Angel started to climb into the sky once more. His chest heaved as he took on air, holding Abel against him still. The music continued to play through the ear piece, the song brought comfort to him. It reminded him of driving in the Impala, the great sense of comfort and joy that sparked through his system relaxed the angel.

Abel had shouted in terror as he was grabbed and promptly passed out. His eyes fluttered now, head lolled before he looked up. Chamuel smiled down at him,

"Who's the superhero now?" Chamuel murmured, tears ran down Abel's cheeks before he started to laugh, burying his face into the Lionhearts chest. Chamuel sighed as warmth flowed like a waterfall in his system, flying up and into the clouds. He shivered as they moved through the wet cloud and made it out into the beautiful night sky. Water beading off the large, white wings.

Abel sucked in air hard, it was more difficult to breathe but he wasn't complaining as he looked around them in awe.

It was like a movie, with large beautiful fluffy clouds surrounding a bright, warm, moon. Stars painted every inch around them, twinkling in a milky way so close Abel felt he could feel them. Purple, and blue danced all around them as Chamuel's vivid wings turned the clouds to a brilliant gold in his heavenly light. Shimmering against the vast darkness of the night skies.

Under them were the storm clouds, they flashed deep white as lightning stabbed into the angry skies of New York. Abel, for the first time, wasn't afraid of how high he was while in the others arms. He knew Chamuel would protect him, no matter what. The soft tunes of Vance Joy seemed to fit the scene perfectly.

"Cham," Abel breathed, every breath a struggle against the thin air and broken ribs.

"Hm?"

"You're a badass,"

They shared a look which caused War to practically sing with joy, green pools of love burned into the blonde's eyes as he smiled up at him. A shaking warmth burning deep in the angel's system, a feeling he could never replicate.

Chamuel laughed, letting his wings start to take them down. The bright white wings started to lose their size, turning to a soft pink as war drained out of the angel, content. Through the cold clouds they started to fly downwards. The city opened before them, causing a shiver of fear to pass through the man but the beauty of the lights took his breath away. With the large Christmas tree not far off, a collection of bright vivid reds and blues covered the world below.

Chamuel glanced around before spotting an empty parking lot right behind the museum. He started to descend faster, feeling more tired than he ever had in his life. Abel clung to him until his boots met the concrete.

He continued to hold onto the other for a few seconds, taking in air before glancing up at Chamuel. Chamuel looked down at him before they both started to laugh. They laughed so hard they started to tear up, Chamuel held Abel tight and rested his head on the kings.

"We're screwed, aren't we Goose,"

"Yeah Maverick, we're screwed,"

"Want to grab a burger?"

Chamuel pulled away from Abel, placing his hands on the hunter's shoulders.

"Abel, I thought you would never ask,"

The two turned and started to make their way out of the parking lot. The snow started to fall, Abel shook violently causing the angel to reach a hand forward and took Abel's hand in his own. Racing his fingers through the others, squeezing it lightly.

"So, cutting slits into your clothes?"

"Worked, well, kind of. I have some rips,"

"Hey, how can you fly so high and breathe?"

"When a human vessel is taken for an angel they're made to evolve to fit the angel in a short time."

"So if your real angel self didn't have big wings but had--"

"Abel,"

"You're right, lets get some chow,"

***

Abel sat on the floor of the restroom at Norma's home, she was wrapping up his arm in gauze. He shoved a few french fries into his mouth as she worked, Chamuel laid in the bathtub not too far away. Not caring that the two saw him naked as he relaxed in the warm water.

"When Cain gets back he's probably going to want to redo this," Norma murmured, she let her fingers dance over the bandages on his arm.

"Yeah, he's probably gonna need to do some crazy doctor shit, I hope he and Mishka are good,"

"They're more than good," Chamuel laughed, holding up his phone to show Mishka's new profile picture.

"Man, that dirty dog." Abel snorted.

"I'm going to check on everyone else," Norma said with a smile before ducking out of the room. Abel took a few bites of his burger,

"Give me some fries," Chamuel groaned, tilting his head back. Abel held the fry up and tossed it,

"Hey! Don't throw," He laughed, as the fry knocked into his forehead and fell to the floor.

Abel snorted and laughed, putting some of the fries into the other's mouth. Chamuel rolled and sat up in the warm water,

"So, what do we do now?" Chamuel asked, drying his hands on a towel that sat on the toilet before snatching a few of his own fries.

"Die? I don't know," Abel said, scratching at his cheek with a frown. Chamuel let out a small breath, "Always the optimistic,"

"You're the one who said we didn't have free will, that's not too optimistic," Abel laughed,

"No, no that's true! It's not negative if it's a fact,"

"That's just being negative with extra stuff to back it up,"

"Am I…" Sam pushed his head in, not having been ready to see Chamuel naked in the bathtub eating burgers with his nephew. "Nevermind, I don't want to know." he said with a shake of his head.

"What's up, Sammy?" Abel asked,

"We need to talk," Sam held up his phone, showing a video of Chamuel and Abel falling from the building, he scrolled to show a video of Bailey and Baal, before changing it to Cain and Mishka in a bar and finally Israfil and Donnie climbing out of the sewers.

Sam whispered, "Now everyone knows about the Supernatural."

***

Abel sat on the couch, he fiddled with his baseball Bailey had found. Letting it roll between his hands, the clock ticked loudly as he stared at the ground around him. Baal sat on the couch with a pack of ice on his head, Bailey was attempting to clean the blood from his purple jacket. Her sunglasses pushed her hair back as they rested on the top of her head.

Donnie and Israfil sat beside each other in front of the couch, both men had taken long showers but Abel could still smell them from where he sat. Sam sat beside Baal, fiddling with his small bottle of medication. Having to take one to keep his leg from bouncing as he scrolled on his phone with his other hand.

"So, where are Cain and Mishka?" Abel asked, Donnie, though he looked half asleep, spoke up.

"She just text me, said they'd be here in a bit but Cain isn't feeling good,"

"She said something about a saint attacking them," Israfil added, "Never heard such a thing before but honestly? I'd believe anything right now,"

"Yeah, I got that text. Same with the one about her Talisman," Abel replied, tossing the ball in the air and catching it. He looked at the signatures for a few heart beats, he smiled at Chamuels name.

Everyone murmured among themselves before Chamuel finally walked around the corner with a video camera in his arms. His eyes heavy as he sat down beside the chair Abel was relaxed in.

"Do you know what you're going to say?" Chamuel asked,

"Yeah, I know, I was on the debate team," Abel said with a sigh, sitting back against the chair.

"What did you debate?"

"I can't remember I was stoned for almost that entire year,"

"You're stoned now,"

Replied Chamuel, shaking his head at that, getting to his feet he started to set up the video camera with Donnies help. Abel closed his eyes, taking in a few breaths as he got ready to go live on Twitter.

"I'm stoned so I can focus," Abel murmured.

"Abe, this'll be live," Donnie said, "Any mistakes will be solidified forever, you sure you know what you're doing?"

"We need to get this shit out now, before people panic more than they already are,"

Donnie nodded, pulling out his laptop and started to type into their twitter. Chamuel made his way up to Abel, sitting himself down beside the man again. Abel held out his hand, Chamuel grabbed it.

"You got this," He murmured, Abel nodded to his friend. He could hardly see out of one of his eye, his throat was raw, but he only had to do this and they were going to go to sleep. He silently hoped Arphaxat wouldn't bother him tonight, he was pissed at the man but he couldn't worry about it.

Mishka pushed into the home, Cain followed beside her. Leaning against her, limping lightly as he walked. She didn't say anything to the group as the pair raced up the stairs, she was muttering something to the doctor but Abel couldn't make it out.

"Go on without us," She called down as they vanished into a room.

"Should we…?" Chamuel murmured,

"Let 'em go, we can't wait any longer." Abel's voice was smooth now, all his fear drained as a sudden rush of courage woke through his veins. With Chamuel beside him, he didn't hold any fear speaking with everyone on the internet.

"Here we go," Donnie whispered,

"You got this, kid," Baal murmured from where he sat beside Bailey and Sam, giving him a thumbs up sign.

Abel took in a breath as the red light on the camera blinked a few times before it went to green. Donnie hit a few things on his laptop and the video officially started.

"We're live,"

Israfil started to play the guitar lightly in the background, his eyes glowed softly as he watched Abel.

"Good morning Twitter," He said in a mock Robin Williams voice, Chamuel rolled his eyes at this but his smile grew as he looked towards the other.

"Things must be really confusing," Abel started, his leg bouncing as he spoke through his voice held no anxiety. Chamuel looked at him with pride beaming through his smile, he sounded like a leader. The leader Chamuel always saw in the other even when he didn't see it himself.

"I'm sure you're all getting reports of the darkness, seeing videos of horrifying monsters, creatures and even people."

Lucifer twirled the wine in his cup as he watched the live news feed, his grin wide. If only they knew what was coming.

"These things are all incredibly dangerous, but don't be too afraid. We here at Born Again are here to help you, give you hope again. I want to say save you, but most of us are only human." He nodded to Chamuel who stood up.

Marshall watched from his spot on his bed, eyes wide as he listened to the hunter. A picture of him and Iggy settled on the table beside the small twin mattress he laid on.

"What you're about to see is real," Chamuel said, closing his eyes. The camera focused on him as he slowly rose upwards, a wind kicked up knocking papers, books and vases all around. The sound of the blinds ruffling, the wind howling and the windows shaking filled the room. Large, white, glowing wings slowly reached out from the others back. Chamuel sucked in air as he forced on the wings, making sure they didn't split the skin on his vessels back. The guitar continued.

He dropped to his feet as they reached outwards and folded neatly behind him. He looked shocked, glancing down at his glowing hands. Taking in a few ragged breaths.

"My name is Chamuel," He said to the camera, "And I'm an angel of war,"

Ancitif watched the screen from his small apartment, his eyes wide as he held his lizard in his arms. Tears rolling down his cheeks, a glint of hope flashing in his system.

"If you don't believe in God, different gods, spirits, or what have you well...that doesn't matter anymore. One thing I know is all religious text has been shown to work on the demons of this world." Abel's mind flashed to a text message Mishka had sent him, talking about her Talisman.

He nodded to Israfil who started to cast his light beside Abel. Showing different creatures, people and animals being formed by the beautiful, golden light. All of which looked angry, dangerous.

"The world is in a lot of trouble, but lucky for everyone,"

Theo watched from his spot at the bar, his face bandaged up, Dagmar beside him. The bar was in silence as they watched the TV screens that played the live news feed, everyone murmured softly to one another. Israfil's monsters faded away to show humans with the anti possession symbol on their body.

"There are hunters all over the world right now in hiding. They, we've, been hiding forever keeping everyone safe. But now, as a fellow hunter, I'm telling you all to rise up. make a twitter, facebook, whatever and start fighting. We need to protect those who can't protect themselves."

Mavis and Morris sat on the couch beside Mavis' father who watched the hunter with wide eyes. The news had snatched up the live feed almost immediately, casting it on a handful of stations.

"If you need help, contact your local hunter, contact us. Because We're officially at war,"

The fox leapt into a side street with a wide grin on his face. The Chamulet around his neck hummed loudly but the animal didn't hear as he ducked down a few more alleyways.

"Hey!" he shouted to a large dog that was digging through a few metal trash cans beside a small pawn shop.

"Stop diggin' Buster, look!" He shouted, the fox leapt into the air. A white light raced over the creature as it turned itself back into human. His short chestnut hair flipped to the side, blue eyes dancing with excitement. The cold snow fell on his pale skin causing him to shiver, despite the long sleeve shirt he wore.

"Fritz," Buster laughed, throwing himself onto the ground. His wolf-like eyes blinked in the darkness a few times.

"What'd you find?"

"I'm not sure who we're at war with exactly," Abel continued on the screens of the pawn shop, Fritz tilted his head to listen but didn't make an attempt to check it out.

"But we're not alone," Abel said, "you're not alone, if you're afraid, if you find something, fight. Stay alive. We're here to help. If you want to help us or other hunters, make it known with the hashtag Heavens traitors. We'll look for it. But be warned, this will put you in danger. This world is worth the fight,"

Buster's body flowed as he returned to his human form, spiked up black hair a mess, his small eyes glowed against the darkness, running a hand over the facial hair that dotted his olive skin.

"Look!" Fritz held out the Chamulet, "I snatched it from some bimbo in the street! How much do you think we can sell it for?" The two turned and started to make for the front doors of the beaten down pawn shop.

"Well if it's real gold, a lot! If not, maybe enough for a couple cans of tuna or a pizza." Buster mused, Fritz hopped up and down in the snow.

"Or a tuna pizza," Fritz yapped.

"With that I'm leaving you this message, I'm Abel Winchester, my father is Dean Winchester. And I'm gonna kill the son of a bitch who made this darkness if it's the last thing I do, and that's a promise."

"If anyone needs help, contact us. We'll come to you, until then, keep your eyes open for tips on here. We'll help keep you safe the best we can," Chamuel said.

"Who are these mooks?" Fritz asked his friend, laughing to himself "You think the blonde guy lays eggs?"

"What're you talkin' about?" Buster asked, glancing at Chamuel whose wings extended before going back into him.

"Ew" Both of them said at the same time, pain shot through Buster as he was suddenly thrown against the window of the pawn shop. Rocking the television that sat inside, a pair of angry blacked out eyes glared down at the werewolf.

"This is Born Again, if you need us. We're here," Abel said before the live feed was shut off.

"Give me that Amulet," the demon hissed, the dog let out a growl as he stared at the demon.

"Bro you stink!" The werewolf yapped

"That's what happens when you're in a sewer," the demon hissed out

Fritz snarled bearing his teeth towards the man, the demon held his hand out towards Fritz. Shooting a blast of dark pulsing energy at the man, the kitsune yelped in shock and stumbled to the ground. Eyes wide as he looked at the black, bolt of electricity that came from the other's hand.

It matched the man's dark sunglasses, leather jacket and shaggy black hair with a bloodless skin tone.

"Y-Yeah man, we was just holdin' it," Buster whimpered, attempting to scramble out of the others grip. The demon dropped the man, holding his gloved hand out towards the small werewolf.

The werewolf hesitated, dropping the charm into the other's open palm. The demon turned it over in his hand a few times, nodding to him and walking away from the two. Hopping on the back of a motorcycle, the demon shoved a helmet onto his head and took off down the dark, snowy streets.

***

Abel laid down on the bed with a moan, it felt nice under his sore body. The sheets are comforting despite how much pain he seemed to be in everywhere. Chamuel flopped down beside him, rubbing his forehead with the back of his hand.

"I think I'm going to sleep for a good week at this point," Abel whispered to the blonde. Chamuel turned and smiled at him, that was the last thing he saw before slipping into sleep.

His eyes shot open, he was in the forest again. Standing up with a groan of pain as sharp pain stabbed through his head. He ignored it, he was too exhausted to care about the thorns that always seemed to make their way into his crown.

"Abel," Arphaxat whispered, appearing beside him in an ominous wind.

"Hey man," Abel snarled, "Some demon you are,"

Arphaxat tilted his head as if he didn't understand what the other meant, "Are you talking about when you called me to be fed to dogs?"

"What? I called you to help,"

"By being the bait? What was I supposed to do?"

"I don't know, man, demon things. I'm not the demon here,"

"What's with the tone?"

Abel flinched, rolling his eyes, "Sorry, I'm just frustrated,"

"So you take it out on me?"

"I'm sorry, alright? I...nevermind, don't worry about it,"

"That hurts Abel, I didn't want to be eaten by dogs."

"I guess I didn't...think about that, sorry,"

Aphaxat glared, crossing his arms over his chest and pushing his nose to the air. Abel shook his head, the thorns stabbed into his skin causing him to wince and grab the crown. He pulled it off with a hiss of pain, the thorns prodding the skin turning it red with irritation.

"Oh are we just going to keep throwing away my crowns? Those aren't easy to make, but I make them for you,"

Abel's shoulders slumped, he put the crown back on his head and pointed towards it. "I'm wearing it, look, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped on you,"

Arphaxat smiled now, making his way to the other.

"You were just upset over nothing," He said, grabbing the other roughly and kissing his lips. Abel relaxed against the other, leaning into the man and placing his hands on the other's chest.

"No!"

The voice caused Abel to leap out of his skin, pushing away from the blonde and glancing around with a puzzled expression. Arphaxat narrowed his eyes and growled.

"What w--" Abel started to ask, only for the demon to snap his fingers in front of Abel's face.

"Wake up,"

Abel shot up in the bed, dark blood raced down his forehead. He groaned, he felt as though he was hit by a bus as he walked out of the room and down the stairs towards the big bathroom with the emergency kit.

"Abel,"

He froze, looking around in confusion. He swore he heard the voice again but maybe he was tired. He took a few more steps only for the ground under him to lift and move away from his feet. He yelled out in shock as he started to fall into darkness, clawing at the air in an attempt to find something. He gasped as his hand met a rock that was jetting out of nothingness.

He looked around in shock and panic before his eyes moved below, he looked down at the black hole with a whimper. He could hear the sound of water rushing, it reminded him of the Jersey devils cave back in New Jersey. He looked around in panic as his grip started to slip,

"Cham!" He shouted as his grip broke and he plummeted into the darkness. Pain ripped through his body as he met cold, dark water that spun him around. He yowled in fear and agony as the cold rushed over his body.

Everything went dark for a few heartbeats causing the man to pass out from fear. The soft noises of water rushing past him made him scramble awake, he shivered in the freezing cold cave he now sat in. Blinking against the vast darkness as he peered to and fro. The water sloshed under him as he stood up against his trembling legs.

A soft glow caught his attention, turning to look behind him with his eyes narrowed. A large rock stood high before him in front of a shrine. Faith was painted in the ruins, the Adinkra around her neck glowed as gold lines that moved like rivers from her outstretched arms and covered the large, carved rock. His eyes moved downward towards the small altar, a mirror had been placed in front of it. The mirror was also etched in gold, an Adinkra shone bright from the other side of the dirty glass.

There stood Dean, he smiled wide as he spotted Abel. Abel blinked in shock, the man had both hands up against the glass, Abel spotted a glowing Adinkra in one of his father's open palms. He was pushing it against the cold glass of the mirror.

Abel slowly walked towards the man who shared his same eyes. The Adinkra in the other's grip was shaped like two long swords crossed together.

"...Dad?" He whispered,

Dean's eyes turned misty as he smiled at Abel from the inside of the large mirror. Abel reached forward, his hands trembled as his fingers pressed into the cold glass. Placing it against Dean's, though the mirror was cold as ice, the spot where the older hunters' hands pressed into was warm. Tears rolled down Abel's cheeks, he had never seen Dean outside of pictures and now that he looked at him he loved him more than he could express.

"Stay alive," Dean shouted, "I'm proud of you," the voice was muffled, as if underwater.

He shouted something else but Abel couldn't hear it as the world under him rocked, the bright gold flickered and he stumbled backwards as the earth split open under him. A large golden cross rocketed upwards and towards the sky, the sound of trumpets roared around him causing him to scream in shock.

"Run," Dean shouted, Abel turned and raced away from the large cross but it didn't seem to be of any use as he couldn't keep his distance.

"Abel,"

The voice caused him to freeze, it was so familiar which filled him with dread as he spun around to look at the owner of the voice. It was a teenager with long, straight hair, his tan skin shone against the skies of crimson. He was on the cross, his hands out, nails had been pounded into the palm, tears on his cheeks, black blood rolling from his eyes, open mouth and palms.

"How could you do this to me, Abel?" He whispered, Abel screamed as the ground under him swayed and moved. He stared with wide, fearful eyes at the corpses that he stood on. They surrounded the world around him, everywhere he stood. They stacked to make mountains, moaning loudly into the red skies. They squirmed, moved like maggots under foot. Abel covered his ears against the moan of the dead, going to his knees. He looked up at the cross, the blackness slowly started to run down the gold. Eating it alive, causing the teenager to screech into the void of the endless blood red skies.

"Kurty!" Abel shouted, he closed his eyes tight as Kurtys screams echoed through his skull.

"Abel," Kurty moaned out, a wind rushed over Abel whipping his hair back and forth in it's violence.

"Blood will roll down the wings of war," he shouted against the racing, rolling winds. "Bodies will stack high as mountains," he gasped as the darkness tore into his flesh. "The earth will be swallowed by the dragon with many heads!"

As if on cue laughter exploded around him, it was Arphaxat. He watched the man grow large, towering over the crosses and filling the sky. Abel nearly fell back as the corpses started to tremble getting to their feet.

"I love you Abel," Arphaxat laughed, lifting his hands. The corpses we're hoisted up, they moaned painfully, parts of bodies falling and bleeding black as they floated around him. Abel gasped in terror,

"Kurty!" He shouted at the man on the cross, watching in horror now. It wasn't Kurty on the cross anymore, it was himself. He wore a crown of thorns, thick blood racing down his forehead.

He watched as Chamuel lifted to the air among the corpses, his arms so white the veins stood out against them. Blood rolled from the angel's mouth as he screamed in anger. Arphaxat continued to manipulate the corpses all turn and watch as the angel of war shot heavenly light into the crowds of the dead. Abel screamed as the burning, powerful grace covered his body turning him to a hot fire.

"Abel, Abel wake up," The soft voice of a woman whispered, "You don't belong here," She murmured. "Wake up." The snap of fingers was the last thing he heard.

"Abel! Abel!" Chamuels voice ripped him from the depths of his terrifying nightmare. Covering his ears, feeling hands on him still, screaming out in terror.

"Abel stop, you're awake," Chamuel yelled. Abel sucked in air as he realized he was in Norma's home. Chamuel's hands on his cheeks, the angel relaxed as he saw the man's eyes focus. Blinking a few times and rubbing his head,

"What happened?"

"You passed out," Chamuel murmured, he was sitting down on the floor beside Abel shivering in the cold, empty home. The outside was still dark, Abel brushed his hand over his forehead but the blood was gone.

"I think you were sleepwalking," Chamuel whispered, letting his fingers trace the man's jaw, causing the hunter's heart to skip in his chest a few times.

"I had this dream," He whispered, his hands cupping Chamuel's. leaning into the angel's touch with a sigh, looking down to the floor.

"Was it a good dream?" Chamuel whispered, Abel didn't want to mention the corpses. The ominous voice of Kurty as he yelled into the skies, seeing himself on the cross, how the blonde had turned into a killing machine, he recalled a puppet master but it felt too fuzzy to recall the face.

"My Dad, I saw him,"

"You saw Dean?"

"Yeah," Abel glanced up into the others blue gaze, he couldn't keep the joyful tears from rolling down his cheek, "He told me, he was proud of me,"