Remiel could see the tension in Saisha's body. She was furious at him, that he knew, but he couldn't disobey, wouldn't. The mission he was sent to do was noble. In the time of the Apocalypse he had been rightfully unsure but now God was back in Heaven, had been for years, and this mission had come from Him. The angel that watched God's garden Joshua, had promised him so, and Joshua was the most trustworthy angel left in Heaven.

"Could you at least bring me home to get some clothes and money?" Saisha huffed.

"No." Remiel declined. "Your mother could be there and demons could show up."

Saisha chewed her lip. "Be reasonable, I'm not going to be trapping demons in my pajamas any time soon."

"You'll just try to run."

"What if I swear on it?" Saisha asked.

Remiel pondered the idea for a moment. "No."

The hopeful expression that had appeared on Saisha's face while he'd been quiet turned angry once more.

She plopped down on the bed and believing she had given in Remiel felt satisfaction. There, hopefully she'll listen to me from now on.

Remiel grabbed the gigantic black book that he'd placed on the room's small table not far from where he had been standing and dropped it on the bed beside Saisha.

"Read this and tell me if you get any ideas," Remiel said. "It has all the information on demons known to both mankind and angels. Created by the prophet Jane two years ago. It'll take a while, but don't rush through it."

Saisha didn't even glance at the book; her eyes were glued on him. "I'm not going to do anything until you bring me back to my house."

Remiel sighed. Why does she have to be so obstinate?

"How about a compromise?" he suggested. "I get you whatever you want and you stay here and read."

Saisha contemplated it. "Okay, fine, I except," she finally agreed. "I'll make a list."

Remiel nodded. He was just happy he'd prevailed in the argument without having to use force.

Saisha crawled on the bed to get close enough to the nightstand next to it and picked up the notepad and pen resting on it. When she had them she immediately scribbled her directions for the angel down then passed the pad over to Remiel silently.

He was surprised by how short it was.

-I need the $1,500 dollars from the safe in my parent's closet. (I'm sure it'll be no problem for you to unlock.)

-5 pairs of jeans and 5 shirts. (Just get the sets, should know what I mean)

"That's all?" Remiel was confused. Usually the humans he met in the past tended to bring a lot of their belongings with them when they left home.

"Yes, go."

Remiel was pretty sure Saisha wasn't being honest with him but when she began flipping through the big black book he decided to play out his part of the deal. However, he would do it hastily to be safe.


After Remiel had teleported away Saisha slammed the black book shut and bolted for the motel room's door.

She was making her getaway. She knew it would be her only chance so she had to hurry.

Saisha headed into the parking lot and began pulling on the door handles of the cheapest cars, the ones which normally didn't have alarms and the ones with owners who were probably old enough to forget about locking them.

She found one rusty and ugly old light green car unlocked and slipped inside to work on tugging out the wires underneath the steering wheel. Once they were in view she began working on them.


Remiel was glad that Emily wasn't home, dead or alive. It meant that demons hadn't found the place yet, and that Emily wouldn't have any chance of interrupting his gathering of Saisha's necessities.

Remiel landed in Emily's bedroom and pulled the closet door open.

The safe was attached to the floor and had three combination locks but in twenty seconds flat Remiel had it open and was stuffing the money inside into the pocket of his vessel's coat. One of the many perks of being an angel was that humanity's security was no match for telekinesis and the other angelic powers he had.

Once Remiel was done he moved to Saisha's room and pulled out five sets of clothing from her closet. They had all been in order so it was easy.

Remiel then tore up Saisha's list and threw it in her bedroom's trash can before stretching his wings out and teleporting back to the motel room where Saisha...wasn't waiting.


"Yes!" Saisha exclaimed as the car she'd been working on finally started. "Thank you, Uncle Dean."

"I would not be celebrating victory yet," an all too familiar voice growled.

Saisha banged her head on the steering wheel and groaned.

She didn't have to look up to know it was Remiel was staring down at her back intensely. She could almost feel his eyes penetrating her. He was mad, very mad, no doubt.

"Did you really think you could escape?" Remiel questioned incredulously. "I'm in charge of protecting you. I know who your family and friends are and where they live. I know how to find your location; I can sense you when you're nearby, and if I have trouble finding you I can always enter your dreams and make you tell me where you are."

The last part sounded like a threat.

Saisha craned her neck to stare right back at Remiel. "Screw you."

Remiel tensed but didn't say anything else. Instead, he laid two fingers on Saisha's forehead and teleported her and himself back into their motel room.

Saisha was taken aback by the suddenness of it but recovered quickly and glanced around the room.

Her belongings and the money she'd had Remiel collect were all thrown into a pile on her bed. She wasn't happy about the mess but was grateful that she could change out of her pajamas.

She would need to buy herself undergarments, socks, and shoes (she was wearing slippers) soon though. Problem would be convincing Remiel to allow her to go in public after her stunt.

Despite this dilemma Saisha didn't regret not having Remiel bring any of those items. That would have been very awkward, if not for Remiel, definitely her. She needed a hair brush and shampoo too, among other things. Saisha hadn't expected to be caught, but after Remiel's speech to her she was feeling pretty foolish.

I should have made the list a bit longer, she thought regretfully.