Being a wingman sucks.
It sucks because the hours are long, the work is hard, the boss is a tyrant and pretty much the only reward you ever get is not being killed. In my world, 'not-being-killed-an-hour' is a damn fine wage.
I've spent most of my existence holding down various humans while the fast-tracked angel strutting about in front of us delivers his finely tuned soliloquy. And, (assuming someone doesn't show up and kill me first) once the witty repartee has been completed, I hang onto the now wildly struggling human while whatever atrocity my boss has in mind is carried out. I've seen (well, hung on to) all types of different people. Famous people, holy people, evil people; Biblical figures, saints, demons. I remember most of them.
Lately, though, it's been two specific humans. Vessels, to be precise. An important portfolio assigned to my boss, Zachariah. It's taking a little longer than expected- taking some unexpected turns, too.
Hi. My name is James, and I've been with Zachariah almost every time he's met the Winchesters. Don't remember me?
I was the one in the dark suit.
It's not as though I don't have a story to tell. I do-- you just wouldn't find it very interesting.
That is, until about a month ago.
So, what do you think? A Gerber reading, self-effacing, background angel with a story to tell. Just trialling so far, tell me if you think it's worth continuing.
