Disclaimer: I don't own Bones.
It was nearing 110 degrees as the man drove down the road. He glanced at the unconscious woman in the seat beside him. The wind blew her hair back beautifully. She was an angel, and for that she would have to die. He couldn't let her help the Lord banish him to hell come Judgment day. He turned onto a road and listened to the rocks as they flew from the tires spinning over them. Sweat was already beginning to bead on his forehead from the sweltering heat. The woman hadn't taken the water he gave her back at his place so she wouldn't last that much longer in this sun.
Finally, he arrived at a graveyard. It consisted of twenty-two graves, all of them angels. This was the last angel he needed to be safe again and she needed to be buried today. Twenty-three. It was considered sacred by fallen angels. He had been doing this for twenty-three years now, today marking that year. The date was June 6th, 2006. In other words: 666. It would allow him to remain free through Judgment day and be allowed to stay on Earth instead of go to hell.
He turned off the engine and went to the trunk to pull out a shovel. He began to dig the last hole. Thirty minutes past, and his clothes were almost completely soaked in sweat. The hole was almost four feet deep and he decided it was enough. He tossed his shovel aside and walked to the car to put his last angel, Temperance Brennan, to rest.
