Rule 2: Neither angels nor demons are visible to average humans. Only a select few are chosen to have the gift: the ability to see and communicate

"Roman woke up the back in a grungy van. There was a mattress with a warm quilt that had draped his body. His wounds were all bandaged. The van smelled a bit musty. The sun had started to rise and the incoming light shined through the vehicle's windows, making Roman squint his grey eyes. Roman was completely confused as to why he woke up in a human van. He felt very disoriented. He had seen cars plenty of times and knew this was what the humans used to travel. Roman was able to use his wings obviously and could fly incredibly fast, seeing that heaven was very high up in the sky and it would take forever to go to Earth if angels flew at the speed of a car. However, he had never been inside a car, despite watching humans travel inside them. Roman was feeling very

"Oh cool, you're awake." From the drivers seat, Dean greeted him. He had a cigarette in his hand. The window was rolled down a bit. This must be why the car smelled so odd. Roman knew cigarettes were dangerous for humans and obviously felt bad watching Dean smoke one so nonchalantly. That wasn't the main concern he hadthough.

"Where am I?" Roman said disoriented.

"Welcome to my pad." Dean said shamelessly.

"But this is your car... do you have a house or something?" Roman said concerned.

"This is my house buddy!" Dean said smiling. Roman noted his huge dimples, even larger than he had recalled.

"I need to get out of here, I gotta go back... wait, you're able to see me. Did you see what happened yesterday?"

"I sure did. Didn't get to see much of your... acquaintance there, but I was able to see you spear the shit outta him." Dean said excitedly, reminiscing on the entertaining battle he had

"That 'acquaintance' of mine is a threat to humanity. Obviously you know something about demons, so you understand this guy is no joke."

"Oh that guy sure is powerful, but I think I can handle it. I'm pretty much the iron man of demon hunters." Dean

"So you hunt demons... tell me what happened 5 years ago that you had mentioned earlier... about seeing an angel..."

Dean froze. He went from being his jittery eccentric self to being frozen.

,"I watched an angel die."

Roman felt bad for making Dean bring up such a tragic event. He wanted to know which angel had died. Roman had watched so many angels die. It was a sad event to him, but over eons, Roman grew numb somewhat. It was always an upsetting event, and the victim always had a mourning ceremony. The mourning ceremonies weren't very extravagant. The angels who played music would gather as the choir joined then. After the music had played, the angels in attendance would read aloud the eulogies. Often the angel's dearest companion would give a eulogy, reminiscing over their friend's great accomplishments. Roman recalled the ceremony where Shawn, one of the most powerful guardians, mourned his dearest companion Hunter. They were never able to find out what had happened to Hunter. Hunter told Shawn he had a mission to attend to on Earth to fight Kane and had never returned. The angels all knew he was dead and the demons possibly incinerated his remains. Roman made a mental note to ask Dean what the angel had looked like.

"Hey, anything else you need to ask me?" Roman snapped out of his daydreams about Hunter's mourning ceremony and entered back into reality.

"Yes. Do you know about the types of angels?" Roman asked.

"Guardians and former humans, right?" Dean asked with a knowitall tone.

"I'm a guardian. That demon is going to attack the human I was assigned to watch once she is born."

"Oh, your human hasn't been born yet?" Dean asked, his curiosity piqued. Guardian angels existed to protect the Earth, by being assigned to a human. Each human had a guardian fighting on their behalf to ward off demons. Their guardian would watch over them their whole life. Some guardians would wait thousands, even sometimes hundreds of thousands of years for their assigned human to be born into this planet. Roman's time to guard his human was coming near. She would be due within three weeks and he knew Seth would be biding his time until he could attack her.

"We have three weeks. Do you think that's enough for us to stop him?"
"Probably not, but then again... you can't stop the iron man of demon hunters can you?" Dean smirked at him. Roman gave a relieved look a smiled softly back at Dean, grateful for his help.

Suddenly a gunshot was fired and it went through the windshield of the car, speeding inches away from Roman and Dean, narrowly escaping them. The bullet wouldn't have harmed Roman, but Dean could have died.

"Fuck, can't these guys just take a damn break for once?" Dean yelled frustrated as he fiddled in his pocket for the keys to the van and turned on the ignition, the old vehicle making a revving noise as Dean grabbed the stick shift and hit the gas. Roman was thrown back, his face hitting the back window as Dean accelerated. There was a car with 4 men behind them, chasing them. Another gunshot sounded, and a bullet ricocheted off the side mirror on the right side of the car, smashing the glass, Dean weaved his way through traffic, causing cars to honk at him as a few drivers yelled obscenities.

"What's going on?!" Roman yelled out.

"The league. They've been trying to kill me for years."

They were catching up and just for the sake of conveniently ruining Dean's life, there was a roadblock where workers were placing asphalt on the road, orange signs blocking the way. Dean skidded, making a u-turn and backing into an alley way, since there was no available roads to turn on for a few blocks and Dean had no time. Dean jumped out the drivers seat and grabbed Roman by his torso, tugging the divine being out of his van.

"We have to escape by foot, we'll get back to the van later!" Roman could only wince in pain as he was quickly yanked out of the vehicle. The other vehicle had stopped behind then and out came 4 men. The redhead spoke to the brunette standing to his left.

"Looks like Deano's got himself a friend, Wade." He said in a smug Irish accent.

"He's ripe for the picking too." said the British brunette as his Irish friend snickered with his orange beard that had been styled into dread locks.

"Hey perro, why don't you stop running and fight us?" said the Latino man who stood behind them. The large husky man who wore his hair in a ponytai only glared with a serious deathstare.

"Hell yeah we're gonna fight. You know I don't want to disappoint you guys." Dean said eagerly, jumping off from the top of the closed dumpster he had jumped onto. He gently placed Roman down behind him, leaving him propped up against the dumpster

"RUSEV MATCHKA!" The Bulgarian brute with the ponytail yelled. The Irishman responded back excitedly, "MATCHKA!" and patted the big man on the back. Dean stared them down and out of the pocket of his leather jacket, he pulled a screwdriver. Immediately the Mexican and the Bulgarian charged toward him, however the agile Ambrose jumped away, causing them to slam into the dumpster. Dean was intersected by by Wade, grabbing him and slamming him down on the ground.

"He's all yours Sheamus." Wade said contently. Dean had started to get up as Sheamus delivered a powerful kick to his gut, knocking the air out of him. Dean curled up on the hard asphalt, panting as Roman came out of no where, jumping into the air and swiftly giving Sheamus an upper hand to the temple, knocking Sheamus to his knees. Wade turned his attention to the crippled angel, but Roman punched him as well. From behind, Rusev and his comrade had grabbed Roman's arms and threw him up and over, Roman slamming head first into the dumpster behind them. Dean was back up again and in a moment of blinding insanity jabbed Rusev in the face with the screwdriver. The Mexican stood, his mouth agape by the gory scene as Dean pulled the screwdriver from under Rusev's eye socket. Dean then screamed like a banshee before grabbing the man's head and slamming it against his own and then biting the man, sinking his teeth into his forehead.

"Alberto!" Sheamus yelled, still pressing his hands to his neck.

Once the league was able to get up to their feet Dean had already locked himself into his car, Roman passed out on the front seat and Dean flooring it out of there