And you say I'll heal you

I'll always be yours

And you say I'll kill you if I do something wrong

The Rasmus- First Day of my Life

"They're coming."

I looked up from my place in bed. Joss' eyes were rapidly moving, giving the impression he was speed reading an invisible book on the wall. I knew he was reading the thoughts of a large group of people.

"Who? The FBI, demons, the poltergeist in the TV?"

"Demons. More than I can handle alone. They already have us cornered."

He jumped out of bed, jerking on his pants and digging around in my bag. I was a lot more calm, as I slipped on my clothes. I had already accepted my death sentence.

"Calm down. I'll make a devil's trap and-"

"No. You know what you have to do."

He unsheathed the silver dagger and raised an eyebrow for dramatic effect. I just shook my head.

"No. No! I can fight, I don't need-"

"You're weak as a human. If Castiel hadn't saved your ass at the crossroads, you'd be burning right about now. There are fifty something demons out there. Even I can't survive those odds. So, you'll drink, if I have to hold you down and force feed you."

"Two on fifty doesn't change anything."

"It does. Chase, you're like nothing I've ever seen. If you learned to control your powers, you'd give me a run for my money. Just.. drink."

He kissed me on top of the head, then, he slid the knife across his wrist.

I elbowed someone in the face, kicked another one down, and fired my gun at the first. There were so many bodies flying at me, I had no idea who I was fighting half the time. But, it didn't matter. The thrill of breaking those self righteous demons was enough for me. I ducked a punch and watched the attacker impale herself on a pipe. I let out a laugh, before shooting her full of rock salt.

Gotta love those random pipes.

Something hard hit me from behind, causing me to fall on the bodies below. My gun fell somewhere in the chaos and the back of my head was bleeding. I grabbed me knife, flipping up and sliced the hippies throat so deep, I severed his spinal cord. Then, I kept going until I his body dropped without his head. I just tossed the head to the side. The more I beheaded, the less bodies for the demons to jump in. I turned to see my gun in the hands of another demons, pointing it straight at Joss. I lifted my hand and the gun flung from his hands. The gun only got a few feet, before it was in the hands of another. I tried to exorcise them, but, only succeeding in getting them to hack themselves up for a few seconds, then, dropping the gun. I jumped a pile of bodies and grabbed it before they could recuperate, shooting them in the face with rock salt. That got the fucker out of the body. Without missing a beat, I pulled out my bloody knife and chased down the one I was first after. I pounced on him, knocking him to the ground, trying to cut off his head. It's a lot harder than the damn movies, especially when they're failing around. I had already cut through his fingers, sending a spray of blood in my direction. That's when the coward jumped the body and the occupant started screaming to the top of his lungs. I raised the knife to stab him, but, one the way down, a hand caught mine.

"That is enough."

My eyes grew wide, as I whirled around, falling on my ass, as he let go. Castiel was standing in front of me, his expression a mix of horror and disgust. I turned pale and I could hear my own heart pounding over the screams of the man below me. Castiel bent down and I took off, not looking back as the screams subsided.

"Joss! Run!"

He looked up from his six on one fight. His eyes went from me, to him, then, back to me, reflecting my own horror. I heard a whooshing, followed by Castiel directly in front of me. I tried to skid to a stop, but ended up on the hard ground. He looked down at me and swallowed. His face was so full of emotion, it frightened me even more.

"You must stop."

"Why the hell are you back?"

He never took his eyes off me as he exorcised a demon that was running toward us. I heard some gasps and mutters about the 'angel'.

"You're killing innocent people."

"I'm in the middle of a war. It's kill or be killed out here."

"It doesn't have to be that way."

Despite my fear, I scoffed, standing, and walking away. Joss was nowhere to be seen, neither was any of the remaining demons.

"Don't give me that crap. It's your fault I'm in this mess."

"Chase."

"No! I don't care what divine fucking mission you're on. I want nothing to do with you. You might as well jump on the next cloud, because-"

"If you don't come with me, I will kill you. Those are my direct orders."

I let out a silent gasp as my jaw dropped. I took a few deep breaths, to stop myself from crying. Then, I slowly turned to him.

"I can't believe I ever thought you deserved to live over me. I can't believe I ever had faith in God!"

"Bite your tongue. The standing orders are to kill anyone who is contaminated with demon blood. Do you know how many strings I had to pull to convince my superiors you deserve a second chance? You were saved by God's glorious intervention and yet you go back to that demonic filth."

"That filth saved my life over and over. And who are you to fight for my soul? You're the one who completely ruined my life!"

"You risked your life for me. I will repay the debt."

"You're just forcing me into another life I hate."

"No. We are going to right a few wrongs."

I let out a startled gasp, as appeared directly in front of me. He touched my head and everything went dark.