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Snap!

Dion screams and drops on the ground. He clutched on to his arm and howled in pain. He sobs and looks up at his attacker. His eyes widen when he is faced with two glowing eyes. Glowing eyes raises his eyebrow.

"Looking a little bit pale mate."

He bends down so he is eye level with Dion. Dion scrambles away. That move only made the glowing eyed freak angry. Glowing eyes snarls and clenches his fist. Dion screams and clutches his stomach.

"You don't like it. Do you?" Dion cried out as glowing eyes got closer. "You pick on women but you can't stand up to me." He grabs Dion by the chin and pulls him forward. "Listen here young man if I ever see you do this again there will be trouble. Do you understand?"

"Y...Y...Ye..."

"What was that?"

"Yes!" Dion shrieked. "I get it and I'm sorry so sorry. "

Glowing eyes looks across the road.

"Go." He ordered. "And never breathe a word about this to anyone."

Dion quickly nods and gets to his feet. He holds his limp arm and runs down the road. Glowing eyes goes down and picks up a handbag. His eyes return to normal and he turns round.

"Here you go." He smiled.

The little old lady's face brightens up as the tall handsome stranger holds up the handbag.

"Why thank you um..."

"Patrick." He beamed.

Her smile widens.

"Thank you Patrick. You are such a darling. " She takes her handbag. "How can I ever repay you?"

He places his hand on her shoulder. She could have sworn his eyes sparkled and there was this warmth from him that made her feel relaxed and calm.

"I don't want anything from you Rose. Your gratitude is all that matters to me."

Rose holds his hand.

"You are an angel."

Patrick laughs.

"Oh honey you have no idea." Rose was oblivious to what the Irishman was talking about. "You take care of yourself. Have a lovely day."

"You to and again thank you." Rose smiled.

She grips her walking stick and clutches her handbag and walks down the street.

Patrick grins and his eyes flash blue.

Another person saved.

He gets out a bottle of whiskey and sips it.

I'm getting quite good at this.

A voice scowled at the back of his head.

"Patrick. Archangel remember not Batman."

Patrick chuckles.

Batman doesn't have powers Michael.

The witch takes another sip. He frowns. He could drink about ten of these and still be standing. Angels can't get drunk.

"You miss the feeling?" Michael noticed. "The buzz they call it."

A little. Did help me on my bad days.

"Maybe if we go to Rowena. She can undo this spell. I can find a vessel and you can get intoxicated."

The archangel sounded hopeful. Patrick scoffs and drops the bottle in the bin.

I see what you are doing. You want out.

"I want to leave for you. You admitted to me you have no idea how to break the spell. We need Rowena. She will know what to do."

Normal binding spells. Not this. This is not normal. You felt it. I felt it. It bloody hurt. I could have sworn I heard the lock.

"You think avoiding her is the best option." Michael huffed angrily. "Patrick, she thinks we're dead."

Let her think that. Probably for the best. I wouldn't want her wasting her life trying to help me. She deserves better than that.

"You are going to do what? Continue flying around fighting thugs?"

Exactly. Michael you don't know how amazing I feel. I feel like a whole new man. I don't have to rely on games anymore to maintain my youth. I don't have to listen to client's sob stories. I can do whatever the Hell I like now.

"You are going to throw your business away? You are good at what you do. You helped people before all this. You...You helped me."

The witch turns his attention to a batch of flowers. He tilts his head and expands his senses and looks out for any human or supernatural problems.

"You don't want to be fixed." Michael sighed.

Who said I was ever broken. That fight against Lucifer I liked it, I enjoyed it. Your power is not like anything I ever practiced in my long, long life. People will stop looking down at me and they will start to look up to me. I will get the respect I deserve. You should be thankful I'm giving you a good reputation.

"This is getting obsessive. You have been using my powers non-stop. I'm worried, you could get yourself seriously hurt one day."

Hello archangel remember. I'm invincible. His face turned smug. I'll be alright.

"I can easily take control and take us back to Rowena."

But you won't. Old you yeah sure but not now. You fear I would be angry at you and possibly turn on you.

"Would you?"

Patrick looks into a car mirror. He saw his face looking back at him. His reflection morphs into a worried expression.

I would be disappointed in you. You would break our trust. Michael there is one trait that remains deep inside you. You followed God, your father, guardian. I'm your guardian now I raised you. That means you follow me. You destroy this for me I will leave you just like your old man did. You will be alone again. He sneered the last part.

Michael's eyes widen.

"You don't mean that!"

I hate liars. Why would I lie?

"This isn't you!"

Patrick's head snaps up and he looks down the road.

"Hello." He grinned. He looks back at the car mirror. "Look who has swung into town. Lucifer's former prom suit."

"Nick?" Patrick's grin widens. Michael shakes his head. "No."

Yes. I been meaning to have a chat with him.

"This isn't just going to be a chat."

You know me I like to have a good time. Stop ruining it for me.

"Patrick I think we should talk about this..."

I said...

His fist makes contact with the glass.

"...STOP!"

The glass shatters and falls on the ground. His reflection vanishes along with it. Patrick straightened up and quickly looks away not wanting to see the mess he caused.

The witch sighs and starts to walk down the street.

His eyes go straight on his next target.