Hear You Me

"May angels lead you in

Hear you me, my friend

On sleepless roads the sleepless go

May angels lead you in."

-Hear You Me (May Angels Lead You In)- Jimmy Eat World-

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Amber yawned as she drove down the darkening street, eyelids growing more and more heavy, but there wasn't any time to rest as she turned into the parking lot of the cafe, steeling herself for the long night ahead of her.

The bright neon blue lights burned her eyes for a moment as she parked up, turning the engine off with a sigh, staring out in silence, thinking-

So much for her night off.

Trust Tina to fall ill and beg to trade shifts.

Amber was too understanding, and she knew that only too well.

She got out the car now, locking it behind her with a click, heading inside where she pulled her coat off, heading behind the bar and tucking it safely away.

"Amber! You're late! Plates to four and five now!"

Amber rolled her eyes at that, then sighed, dashing over to the white marble counter and grabbing the certain plates, taking them to the correct tables.

The customers all night just nodded their thanks, minimal tips as per usual-

Just your normal Tuesday night really.

-HyM-

When one in the morning came around, the young woman was more than a little relieved and incredibly tired, hardly unable to wait to return home to her bed.

The streets were completely pitch black as she rolled through it, squinting through the dimmed headlights and shadows, trying to discurn the road from the dirt path that she was heading towards.

Amber leaned forwards, turning the radio on to help her perk up a little, taking her eyes of the road for a split second, then tapped her finger in time to the music on the wheel.

Nothing a 30 Seconds To Mars CD couldn't fix.

She hummed along to the music now, rather glad no one could see her- the embarrassment would have made her cringe in horror.

"God... what's with this dark? It's supposed to be freaking July." She grumbled to herself, trying to remind herself that she was living in the outskirts of New York, a usually warm place for this time of year.

Amber felt her eyelids droop a little once more, and she felt them close for a second or two, but when she opened them, swore loudly as a figure appeared in the headlights, motionless on the ground.

A yell echoed through the darkness as the young woman swerved, trying not to tip the car as she stopped, heart hammering and racing against her chest.

Amber looked behind her, seeing the dark clothed figure still lying there, completely still. She reached under her seat now for the cold butt of the gun, pulling it out and taking the safety off, stepping out, her old instincts of being a hunter kicking in.

She stepped forwards carefully until she reached the figure- a man by his build. A foot was extended now as she turned him over onto his back, seeing immediately that there was a deep red stain on his grey shirt, eyes closed and left cheek a little bloody.

"Hello?" Amber asked, crouching down next to him and shaking his shoulder lightly, but he never moved once. She sighed, rolling her eyes, then pulled out her cell phone, calling 911, telling them swiftly the location, hanging up, wondering whether she should stay with him or get out of there.

Knowing her luck, they'd think she'd hurt him.

But as the thoughts crashed through her head, the flashing lights approached and she gave in, swiftly putting her gun away-

At least stay for a bit.

The paramedics got out now, then ran over, one with a bag on his shoulder. They stopped beside the man, one crouching down to the man, putting a hand on his chest, looking to his companion and nodding.

Amber watched in silence, then the one standing just said. "Ok. Let's wrap this up." And that made her frown, watching the paramedic go to pick up the man, so she said in shock.

"What are you doing?"

She was ignored, so Amber scowled, raising a hand. "Excuse me? I think-"

"Just back off." The one standing up snapped, and Amber felt her reach for the gun, but the one who was devoid of injured man over his shoulder raised a hand, smashing her back into her car with a gasp, eyes wide as she saw the men stepping away, their backs to her. Amber looked to the floor, then saw a silver blade lying there, instinct raging through her as she got up and ran over, grabbing the strange blade and ramming it into the mans back, gasping in shock as he exploded with light, collapsing to the floor, the man ontop of him.

"Come on Freak." Amber grinned, raising the blade to the other one who just chuckled, stepping forwards. "This doesn't concern you, little girl. Run along now."

Amber snorted, then stepped forwards so the man was behind her, going. "Uh-uh. Nope. You're no paramedic, I assure you. Hmm... demon?"

The man chuckled, smirking a little. "I'm no abomination."

"Abomination? Hmm... snowman?"

"Shut up you stupid ape." The man snarled, blasting her backwards once more, and Amber snorted as she got up, the blade gone from her hand. "Well, you're not human, I can say that anyway."

"Move." He hissed, and Amber yanked her gun out in a flash, letting it off and hitting him square in the forehead, but he just snarled and started forwards, but then there was a massive blast of white-blue light, and the man was gone.

There was a cough behind her, and Amber turned to see the man awake, but only barely, a hand bloody from something he'd drawn on the side of her cream colored car. He met her eyes for a split second, then collapsed onto his front, not moving once more.

Amber was silent, chest heaving from everything that had happened- what the hell had they been-? They hadn't been demons or ghosts or something... that was a for sure.

She stepped towards him now, looking around for a start in case more were coming.

"Come on, let's get out of here-" Amber muttered, looking for a moment at the symbol he'd drawn in his own blood, sending that monster away. She next to dragged him into the back seat now, slamming the door shut behind her and got in, speeding away from the scene, looking back, feeling uneasy.

What had that all been about-?

-HyM-

When Amber returned home, she hauled the man inside the house, dumping him on the sofa, running around and grabbing salt, putting up lines as fast as she could, still feeling more than uneasy.

When the protection was put up, she returned to the man, blood trickling from the wound in his chest. Amber sighed, then went into the kitchen, going under the sink and retrieving a medical kit, going back to the man.

"You have some explaining to do when you wake up." She grumbled, unbuttoning his shirt and cleaning up his wound and stitching it up neatly.

"Ooh, cold hands."

Amber jumped a little as the mans lips moved, but his eyes remained closed. He chuckled now, then winced, opening his eyes at last, and Amber saw them to be sky blue.

"Did that dick get blasted?" He asked now, and Amber was silent, then nodded. "If you mean-"

"That's good- oww." He swore, going to sit up, but Amber sighed. "Stay down- don't rip your stitches open."

"I don't need stitches." The man scoffed now, doing the buttons on his shirt up with numb hands, wondering why he felt just... awful. Beyond awful- shit awful.

"You do." Amber said quietly, and he snorted, pushing her away and sat up, looking at the girl before him- she had deep midnight hair that came to her shoulders and emerald eyes that looked weary. Her clothes were bloodied, as were his own.

"Oh crap-" he muttered now, rushing to his feet and rubbing at the blood on his clothes and chest, drawing yet more symbols on the door, and Amber hissed, dashing forwards and yanking his hand away, and he just said.

"Do you want that dick to come back? Because he will love, I assure you."

"Stop writing on my walls then!"

"How about you shut up? I'm hearing so much blah blah blah! Shush! My head is pounding!" The man yelled, finishing off his latest symbol, and Amber scowled. "Who the hell do you think you are?"

"Balthazar, pleasure, etc, etc I'm sure."

Amber raised an eyebrow. "Who? Doesn't ring a bell."

He scoffed, glancing back once. "Huh. Should have guessed. Dumbo."

Amber laughed, then pulled out her gun, aiming it at him. Balthazar chuckled, then turned to her, scoffing. "Save me, then shoot me? Now that's a new one." He ignored her, continuing the sigils, and Amber shook her head. "What's going on-? Who are you? What... who-?"

"One question at a time love, please-!" He almost yelled, sitting down and closing his eyes, leaning back, feeling so bad. Amber was silent, and he sighed. "Thank you. I don't know... I freaking hate Heaven sometimes."

Amber shook her head, then muttered in confusement. "Wha-? What were those people?"

Balthazar was silent, then he chuckled. "Ok hunter, peace out." He stood back up, and Amber thought he was waiting for something, but then he frowned.

"Now that shouldn't be happening. No, no, freaking no!" He yelled, spinning around on the spot, feeling so pissed off and exhausted. Amber cocked her gun and hissed. "What... are you?"

He chuckled, then stepped forwards, yelling in pain as the woman let a round off, hitting him in the arm, blood welling up once more... and he couldn't feel himself healing up.

"What the hell!" He roared, snarling at at her, hissing as his arm twinged painfully. "How about you stop shooting me and I actually manage to talk? Sweet frigging baby Jesus! Pardon my vessels French..."

He sat down with a groan, and Amber sighed, stepping forwards and handing him the bandage that he snatched away, wrapping it up.

"And what are you called? Little Miss Bitch?" He scowled, and she chuckled. "Thank you (!) Amber."

"Echantee." He told her, almost sourly. Amber just asked. "What were they? What... are you and those symbols?"

Balthazar was silent, then he sighed, closing his eyes. "They were a pair of Buffy spin offs."

Amber was silent, then looked to the symbols, putting the clues together. "Angel? Really?" She laughed weakly, and he opened an eye. "Well done. Collect two hundred when you pass GO."

She scoffed, then shook her head. "And you?"

"Well... not at the moment." He shrugged, looking increasingly sour.

"At the moment?"

"I'm kinda... juiced out. My blender mixer is open and the orange juice is on the walls." He said, lying back down on the sofa with a light groan, putting a hand on his chest, Amber watching him nod off once more-

Great (!) It was angels now.

What the hell was going to be crashing on her sofa next?

Well, it's been waaaaaaaay too long since I wrote something Supernatural, and I just literally finished Season Six... so viola! My SPN muse has returned, and I intend on locking and chaining her down! Anyway, I hope you like:) this was inspired by my other story A Reason To Fall, but Balthy this time, and completely different! Reviews very much loved- I'll continue if enough people are interested:) x Nic