Naomi woke up and groggily rubbed her eyes. She stretched and enjoyed that lazy feeling you get after a full night's sleep. She peeked one eye open at the clock and cursed. She was going to be late to work. Which was strange, because she almost never slept in this late. Naomi tumbled into the shower and dressed quickly. She tried to recall the night before, but everything was a blank. She scanned her fridge, but there wasn't much to eat.

"Groceries. I did not buy groceries." Naomi muttered. She shoved aside a half-empty box of fried rice leftovers and pulled out a yogurt. After the date assured her it was safe to eat, she dug into it. She tossed the plastic cup into the trash and paused when something caught her eye.

"What the hell is that?" Naomi asked. She pulled the lid off the can and reached in. She pulled out a man's trench coat. She turned it around a few times and noted the large tear in the back.

"Last night I must have stabbed a private detective." Naomi mused before laughing at herself and dropping the trench coat back in the trash. "Not really Chris' style, but he had to have been here. I must have gotten pretty messed up last night."

Naomi went to the bathroom to brush her teeth and then tugged on her boots. She was walking through the hallway towards the back door when she noticed the light blinking on her answering machine. She pushed the button to play her messages.

"Hey there." A deep, very masculine voice Naomi didn't recognize boomed out of the speaker. "I'm just trying to find my angel. So if he's there, tell him to pick up the damn phone. Okay?"

Naomi blinked several times. She hit the delete button and deleted the message. Why did she always get the weirdest wrong number calls? Naomi shook her head and checked her watch before sprinting out the door to get to work.

That should have been the end of it all… But it wasn't. Castiel couldn't stop himself from returning to the bar that night. He knew that she wouldn't have any memories left over, but he still had to see for himself that she was safe. He didn't want to risk the wall coming down and her remembering everything, but he needed to make sure all the loose ends were tied up. It was a busier night than the night before. There was a football game on tv, and a few other bartenders working. Castiel took a seat at the end of the bar.

She looked rested and cheerful. She bounced from patron to patron easily. He didn't see anything out of the ordinary. A few times, he thought he saw something black and smoky in the corner of his eye, but it always vanished by the time he turned his head. Castiel tried to remind himself that she was a prophet, and that if any harm came to her, she would be protected and saved. He still felt some uneasiness in his stomach. He closed his eyes and concentrated on trying to silence the emotion. Spending so much time in the human world was making it harder and harder to keep from feeling. Castile didn't like feeling human. They were so weak, so easily led by what they felt instead of what was best for the world.

Naomi noticed the man sitting alone on the far end of the bar. He wasn't in her section, but she was feeling a strange sense of déjà vu. Maybe it was that familiar looking beige trench coat. Maybe he just had one of those faces. Naomi paused but she couldn't kick the feeling nagging at her brain. She walked over to the man who sat staring down at an empty glass.

"Can I get you another one?" Naomi asked cheerfully. The man squinted up at her under narrowed eyebrows before looking down again.

"No, I was just getting ready to leave." The man trailed his thumb around the base of the glass.

"This is going to sound strange, but have we met before?" Naomi brushed her hair back.

"Not that you recall." The man said with a dismissive squint. He slid money onto the counter and walked out of the bar.

"What a strange man." Naomi mused. She grabbed the glass and put it in the tray to go back to the kitchen while she replayed the conversation in her head. What exactly did he mean? Had she met him before?

Naomi finished wiping down the counters while Andy locked up. She liked the nights when she didn't have to close alone, and she was especially thankful for it tonight. She still couldn't shake the weird feeling she'd had haunting her. Something just didn't feel right. She was loading up the dishwasher when she heard a noise behind her. Naomi jumped and spun around.

"You scared the crap out of me." Naomi laughed nervously when she saw it was only Andy standing in the kitchen behind her. "It's not my night. I keep getting the willies."

"You're right about that." Andy said strangely. Naomi felt her heart stop. Something wasn't right. Andy's face was deadpan. He took a step closer to her and Naomi felt the panic begin.

"I don't know about you, but I'm ready to go home." Naomi tried to will her voice to hold steady and not tremble.

"I'll bet you are, Mara." Andy took another step closer to her. Naomi's heart was pounding. She'd never told anyone at work her real name. It was silly, but her mother had gotten her in the habit of keeping it a secret. Naomi scanned the room for an escape route. She wasn't confidant she could slip past him and make it to the door.

"Don't play games, Andy." Naomi took a step back and felt behind her for anything she could throw at him. "This isn't funny. You're scaring me."

"You should be scared." Andy blinked, and his eyes turned all black. Naomi gasped. Something was definitely not right here. "But I do like playing games."

Naomi hurled a glass at him and tried to run past him. He knocked the glass away easily and grabbed onto her arm. She shoved and stomped with all the force she could. She grabbed another glass off the counter and smashed it into the side of his head, but he barely blinked. He didn't even seem to notice when blood was running down the side of his head and neck. Naomi twisted her arm at shoved hard and finally managed to get her wrist out of Andy's hand. She sprinted out the door and towards the door of the bar. She could hear Andy, or whatever he was at this point, laughing behind her.

She'd taken a few steps past the pool tables when she noticed she wasn't alone in the bar. Several of the patrons were standing around. Their eyes were all dark pools of black. Naomi turned spun around in the room, but she was surrounded. Her breath was ragged. From above the pool tables, a bright light started to explode from the hanging lamps. A piercing noise exploded from inside her head. Naomi's hands flew up to her temples and she collapsed down to the ground.

I can save you. If you let me.

"Who are you?"

It does not matter. I can save you, if only you let me in.

"What's wrong with them? What do they want?"

They want to kill you. They are possessed by demons. Will you let me save you?

"This is crazy. This can't be happening."

It is. Trust, and have faith in me. Will you let me in?

"Yes."