AN: Hello, my lovelies!

I know I said that I would update on Sundays, but...Eh...I got bored waiting, and I already had this chapter done, so I figured, "Why not update?" Therefore, you are all in for the treat of a new chapter! Yay! Enjoy. =D

Legion: *smiles vacantly* WE ARE LEGION. READ OUR STORY AND LOVE US.

~ Angel

* 2 Days Previous *

It was an especially quiet night in London. The ever-present hustle and bustle had slowed considerably from a few hours before, when the sun still reigned supreme in the sky. A gentle, thin fog had rolled in on the breeze and now drifted leisurely through the city.

A small calico sat cleaning herself outside of the alley exit of the restaurant that had "adopted" her, having just finished her nightly meal of scraps. Lifting a delicate, white paw, she set about daintily tidying her whiskers when, with a rustle, three men suddenly appeared in the center of her alley. Yowling in surprise, she leapt behind a trashcan, her fur standing on end.

The two tallest men glanced in the direction of the disappearing feline before they refocused their attention on their companion.

"So, you mind telling me again why you felt the need to zap us halfway around the world, Cas?" one of them asked. The speaker was of average height with neat, spiky, blonde hair and intense, green eyes. There was a small spattering of freckles across the bridge of his nose, and he was handsome in a masculine, rugged way. Around his neck hung a gold pendant on a black cord, which swayed gently every time he moved.

The man he addressed, Cas, gazed at him unblinkingly with ethereal, bright, blue eyes. He was pale, with a light stubble across his jaw and jet black hair. His hair was spiked messily, looking almost windswept, as if he had been standing in the midst of a gale for the better part of the last hour. He had on a long, tan trench coat over a black suit with a white dress shirt and a loose, blue tie.

Cas replied, "I have detected a disturbance here. We must investigate."

"Yeah, about that," the third man said, wrinkling his brow. He was very tall, easily over six feet. He had light, tawny brown hair that barely brushed his shoulders as he shifted. His hazel-green eyes had a kind look in them, and they seemed almost eager to soak up new information. His skin was slightly tanner than that of his companions, but he still bore a strong resemblance to the first speaker. He continued, "You never actually explained what's going on. Is there anything else you could tell us? Anymore information you could give us?"

"Sammy's right, Cas," the first man added, ignoring the brunette's mutter of "It's Sam." "We need to know what we're up against. You can't just keep us in the dark."

Cas directed his attention first to Sam and then to his companion. "I am aware of that, Dean. I was not going to 'keep you in the dark', as you put it. I was merely hoping that I would be able to come across some more information before I informed you of the situation."

"It's fine," Sam assured him. "Just tell us what you know."

Electric blue eyes flickered between Dean and Sam for a moment before their owner began. "An evil, demonic presence has been detected, and its attentions seem to be focused here, in London. However, what this entity is remains unknown, as does its purpose. Angels have felt the entity's presence before, always at times of great death and destruction. It seems to thrive on the misery of others."

"If you've felt it before, then why haven't one of you already used your mojo and ganked the bastard?" Dean asked bluntly.

Cas returned his stare to Dean. "Because we were never ordered to."

"So basically, none of those dick siblings of yours cared enough to help us puny humans."

The angel cocked his head to the side in confusion, saying, "I'm helping."

"I know, buddy," Dean sighed, his expression softening as he looked at his friend.

Sam glanced between the two bemusedly. Deciding that their "moment" had lasted long enough, he cut in. "Alright. So, first thing's first, we need to find a motel or something and start researching. Castiel, can you zap us to a motel?"

"Certainly." Castiel reached toward the two men's foreheads with two fingers of each hand. Dean started to protest, but the blue-eyed angel had already swept them away, leaving behind nothing but the faint sound of fluttering wings.

Once she was sure the alley was empty once more, the shell-shocked calico crept cautiously out of her hiding place behind the trashcan, resuming her spot by the door. Her ears flicked around momentarily, double-checking that all was silent save for the nearby dripping of water and the more distant rushing of cars on the street. Reassured that all was safe, the cat continued her bath, sparing just one final thought on the invaders of her alley. 'London is getting stranger and stranger.'

AN: Well, I'd love ever so much to hear what you have to say, so please feel free to review. It's easy. All you have to do, dears, is click on the pretty, blue button. I promise I will try to answer any and all questions you have and read all of your comments...In the meantime, however, I need to go catch Legion before he eats my cat...

Legion: KITTY, KITTY. COME TO US.

LEGION! NO! BAD BUNNY! DON'T CHASE THE CAT!...Oh, Lord help me...