Again, not the longest chapter, but it's your own fault :P No, it isn't, but I would have loved some more Reviews from you guys. One definitely isn't enough… But at least I got one, so there's that…

Brookie Twiling – Yeah, I don't blame her either. She has already been on Ellen's bad side plenty of times xD Maaaaaayyyybbbeee? No, it really was… I'm not sure. I actually planned on making Castiel younger than that. I mean that he was still pretty small when Ray was killed, so he doesn't remember her like – for example – Balthazar or the Archangels. I hope that made sense.

Enjoy,

Nick

Just after I had escaped from Ellen's wrath, I immediately called Damon. I hadn't spoken to my vampire friend in a while and really wanted to know how he was doing. Or who, in his case.

"Hello, Dove," Damon answered on the first ring.

I grinned. Ever since he found out that I had wings, he cycled through various bird nicknames "Damon," I greeted "Hey, can I come visit?"

"Sure. I'm in Mystic Falls. You remember the Boarding House, correct?"

"I do," I nodded, pulling into a parking lot at the side of the road "Hold on a second." I typed the address into my GPS and waited "I'll be there in around five hours."

Damon chuckled "I'll be waiting. Ain't no party until you are here, Dove."

I snorted "I'm not sure if that's good or not. Anyway, I'll see you later, Day."

"Drive carefully," he teased, knowing that I'd rather drive over the speed limit than under. Not that I could die, but my car was precious to me. At least I could pride myself on the fact that I never crashed my own cars. Others sure, but my own… Never.

"Shut up."

In the end, it took me only about four to four and a half hours to reach Mystic Falls. I parked my car in front of the Boarding House and just walked in. Since I knew both Damon and the current owner – Zach, I didn't even feel bad about it. The door was open and a young girl who looked remarkably like Katerina, was calling for Stefan. Behind me, I heard a quiet crow and moved to the side just in time for Damon to fly through the door. I sank into the shadows, not wanting to ruin Damon's show.

"I… I'm sorry for barging in. The door was…" the girl paused, staring at the closed door in surprise "Open."

"You must be Elena," Damon smiled, standing way too close to the girl "I'm Damon, Stefan's brother. The girl in the shadow behind you is R…"

I stepped forward "Samael, Day. You know I only use Ray for work." Elena whirled around in surprise and stared at me wide-eyed "Didn't mean to scare you," I waved off sheepishly "Hi."

She nodded and threw Damon a suspicious glance "Stefan didn't tell me he had a brother."

"Well, he's not one to brag," Damon grinned "Please, come. I'm sure Stefan will be along any second." He gestured for Elena to walk past him and held out his arm for me "Hey, Dove. How have you been?"

I grinned excitedly "You wouldn't believe who I met yesterday… I…"

"This is your living room?" the other girl breathed in shock of the huge room.

Damon shrugged "Living room, parlour, Sotheby's auction. It's a little kitschy for my taste." He stared down at Elena "I see why my brother's so smitten. It's about time. For a while there, I never thought he'd get over the last one. Nearly destroyed him."

"Last one?" Elena questioned.

I rolled my eyes at Damon's need to get his younger brother into trouble. Well, part of me didn't blame him since Stefan fucked him over. I just hope he won't go too far.

"Oops," Damon shrugged. What? What have I missed? "Well, I'm sure it'll come up now. Or maybe he didn't want to tell you because he didn't want you to think he was on the rebound. We all know how those relationships end."

Elena raised an eyebrow "You say it like every relationship is doomed to end."

"I'm a fatalist."

I spoke up "No relationship lasts for eternity. Some end in death, others in heartbreak. I haven't found one that was worth the trouble before."

Damon turned to me "Correction, she's a fatalist. Hello, Stefan."

"Elena," Stefan murmured, glaring at his older brother harshly "I didn't know you were coming over."

"I know. I should have called, I just…"

Damon cut her off "Oh, don't be silly. You're welcome anytime. Isn't she, Stefan? You know, I should break out the family photo albums or some home movies. But… I have to warn you. He wasn't always such a looker."

There was a staring contest between the brothers and I was reminded of Mike and Luke. They were always at each other's throats for stupid reasons. But it never got so bad until after I died. I don't know what happened… And no one would tell me.

"Ray?" Damon whispered, palming my cheek gently "You okay?"

I startled out of my memories and blinked "Yeah, sure. Why?"

"You're crying," he pointed out.

I wiped at my eyes and was startled to find fresh tears running down my face. Crying was something I hadn't done in ages "Sorry. Just thinking." I looked around "Where did the other two go?"

"Stefan stormed off in a huff and Elena's gone back home. So, want to tell me about that hunt now?"

Oh, right. The hunt. The excited smile from before was back, just not quite as bright as before "I met H. H. Holmes."

The Salvatore's mouth fell open in surprise "You're joking?"

"Nope," I shook my head "His spirit was in Philly, in the building next to the prison. He killed several tenants from the apartment building that was built on the field where he was murdered. When we found him in the sewers, we trapped the spirit in cement. It was awesome."

"Who is we?" Damon questioned.

"Hm? Oh, Sam and Dean Winchester along with Jo," I told him, snuggling into his side. Damon was the one person who I opened up to. He knew almost everything about my life – at least the stuff I was ready to share. That was probably one of the few reasons I was allowed to cuddle with him. It was really hard being away from Gabriel and Lucifer specifically. The three of us have always been extremely close with Michael and Raphael acting more like our parents. It's been several thousand years now since I last saw them and I was lonely. Simple as that. My brothers were my everything and sometimes I really wished that I would have died back then. That Zachariah and Uriel would have succeeded in killing me. It wouldn't have hurt the others. They think I'm dead one way or another.

Damon's arms snaked around me "Don't think like that," he whispered "You aren't alone. You have me and from what I heard, you have been seeing the Winchester brothers quite often. Plus, those other Hunters that you get along with. Yes, your family doesn't know, but maybe you'll see them again sometime. Just have faith."

I smiled weakly "Is Damon Salvatore, asshole-extraordinaire really telling me to have faith?" Damon was the least religious person I knew. Weirdly enough, especially since he knew an Angel "I do have faith, but it's hard. I know Father has planned something, but I don't know what. It just hurts to be away from them for so long, you know?"

"I might not understand, but you can always come to me if you're having a bad day. You know that."

"Thank you," I breathed, hiding my face deeper in his chest. Soon, his warmth lulled me into a deep sleep. While I didn't sleep often, I usually only did so around Damon, I felt exhausted. Like I wanted to just give up, but couldn't…