Well, being on the road with an archangel sure was a pain. Especially when that archangel was Gabriel. We did manage to settle on some music though. Even if it wasn't the best, it was enjoyable. Some type of rock station.

That was on the first day of driving. And it had been a few days now. He'd want to zap us to wherever it was I wanted to go, or where I was being pulled to but I wouldn't let him. Even if he complained about the car being slow and confining. We'd stop at a motel so we- I'd be able to sleep and have some food.

Only then he'd vanish and do whatever it was he'd do. We never talked much. Even when driving. Or in the motel when he was around. It was just like this think blanket was there, a tension you'd be able to cut with a knife.

But what I should have told him was that I'd found a case a few towns over. And I was going to check it out, even if the angel disagreed. He was tagging along after all, he didn't have to be here.

To say he was surprised when I pulled into a motel in Riverton, Wyoming wouldn't be a statement a all. He just raised an amused eyebrow. We'd still have a few hours of daylight to burn after all, if we kept driving. But I didn't know where I was really headed, or if there was a final destination.

I just wanted to keep moving, and this seemed like a good distraction. A good, ol' fashioned werewolf. Not like they ever killed anyone. I wish, it had already killed a few people.

But then again, the case didn't even seem right. It was off. One way to find out.

I got out of the car, seeing Gabriel follow, and headed to the receptionist. She was about average height, brown eyes, blonde hair. "Hey, can we get a room please?"

"Hi, room 6 is available." She said plainly, typing away, "How long are you staying?"

"About a week." I looked back at Gabriel, seeing he had an eyebrow raised again, I just shrugged.

She looked between me and the angel, rolling her eyes and typing something else. I paid. She handed the key over mumbling something. "Have fun." She said in an overly sweet voice as we left.

As soon as we were out the door his fingers snapped, we were in the room. Only it didn't look so run down. And much larger than it should have.

"Really?" Now it was me raising an eyebrow.

"A week?" He questioned back.

"I found a case. Possible werewolf, only it shifts without the moon." I looked around for my laptop, seeing it on the table. It was time for more research.

He scoffed, "We don't have time for this! Luci's gonna roast the planet, and soon."

I was already searching the local news online, for anything on the case. But he had a point, somewhat. "You upgraded the room." I countered.

He rolled his eyes, snapping some candy into existence and munching on it. "I'm not spending a week in trash." He took a seat across from me, "Luci won't just go away."

"Trash is what we hunters live in. If you haven't noticed." I snapped. "Make yourself useful and look at the bodies of the vic's, would ya?" I was ignoring his statement about Lucifer. I didn't even know how we were meant to make him go away yet. It was a snowballs chance of a snowballs chance that it would even work, let alone if I'd be able to do anything.

I was busy typing away now, waiting for some kind of response. But he didn't answer. I looked up to see he was gone. I had noticed that he was adept at appearing and disappearing without a sound. Unlike the fluttery arrivals and departures of his brothers.

I was now reading through the coroners reports. Cause of death. Etcetera. The hearts were missing in all the vics. But there were no other lacerations. No claw marks, no scratches. The media had said the hearts were missing, posting it as a wolf. The first was the only one to have been anything like a werewolf.

All the others, according to the reports, had looked to be cut out surgically. Only it's what killed them.

This was odd, a werewolf. But not a werewolf? Something might be framing one for the attacks, but why, and who, would do that. Just another basket case.

Gabriel popped back in not a moment later. Causing me to jump. To which he just chuckled. "I gotta do that more often!"

"Shut up, Gabe. Just tell me what you found." I dragged a hand down my face sighing.

"But if I..."

"GABRIEL!" I snapped.

"What happened to 'Gabe'. I liked that." I was glaring at him, he just rolled his eyes. "Sheesh, who crapped on your noodles." He mumbled. "It wasn't werewolves. The first was, the other three were werewolves."

"What?"

"Beats me." He shrugged.

"Time to go to the latest crime scene then." I said passively, getting up to get changed into a suit.

"Whoa-there tiger. We don't know what it is." He sounded a bit concerned.

I smirked, "I know, isn't it fun." I mused.

"Could be demons."

I paused on my way to the bathroom, looking back at him. I hadn't considered that. But if it was, it was all the more reason to head on out. "I have an anti-possession tattoo." I walked into the bathroom, barely catching his eye roll. Locking the door behind me, not that it would keep him out if he wanted to get in.

"Not what I meant, Bells."

"I know. But if it's demons it's a lead." I called back, stripping and having a quick shower. That turned into a not so quick shower. Just thinking about what I would do if it somehow was demons. Gabriel would give us away before we even got close to the place. If they were watching the place they attacked last.

I hopped out, drying myself and then getting dressed into the blouse, slacks and coat. Even wearing some boots with a little more of a heel than usual. And leaving the bathroom.

Finding Gabriel looking through what I had found, and eating some more candy. "Let's go!" He said, zapping us into the car.

"Damn it! Do you have to zap us everywhere. We have legs." He just smirked. "And if it is demons, then it's probably best you don't come. They'd see you coming."

"Please, I'm the only chance you got at getting away from those sum-bags." He looked mildly offended that I didn't want him along.

I did have Cas' angel blade. Kills angels and demons. I'll be safe. It wouldn't be the first demon, if it is that, that I've dealt with. "I have this." I pulled the blade from its place under the seat. I usually just carried the demon killing knife in my jacket. Less bulk.

He looked at me for a moment, obviously thinking. He finally sighed in defeat after a moment. "You're more stubborn than Dean, you know that?"

"No one, could ever be that stubborn." I stated, looking him in the eye, a slight smile tugging at my lips.

He just smirked, "Call me." And vanished.

I rolled my eyes, that guy definitely knew how to make an exit. Or an entrance. Both.

Rolling up to the crime-scene only took a few minutes. It had an officer out front, watching the place. I walked up to him, pulling my badge out. "Special Agent Gibbs, FBI. I'd like to look at your crime scene. I believe it may be related to a case I'm working."

"You mean this sicko's been other places?" I looked around him, for anyone else looking on before turning my gaze back to the unknown officer. "Oh, right, I'm Officer Reynolds. It was-was in there. I knew the guy so..."

"Don't worry. I'll just be in and out." I smiled, placing a hand on his arm, in an attempt to comfort the guy a little. He just nodded and let me through.

I walked up to the house and let myself in the door. It didn't look like anything had happened yet. I combed through the lower levels quickly, looking for a sign that this hadn't been a wolf. Or a demon. Sniffing around for anything rotten.

Then I arrived at the room where the thing had happened. It was sealed of with police tape, I just pulled it down and let myself in.

It was the bedroom of a teen that had been home alone. Parents came home and found the door open with the guys heart ripped out. There was a dried blood pool in the carpet. A carpet that was now mahogany and crusty.

Going over to the window found me no scratches on the windowsill. It wasn't broken. Didn't have sulphur. Nada. It was like it had been a ghost. But what king of ghost could do anything like this. Unless it wasn't anything like that.

It could always be the damned Devil himself. Who knew? Then again, there may not have been anything left behind.

But, one thing was for sure. It was no werewolf.

I sighed, looking out the window seeing it was getting late. Whoever was out there may strike again and I didn't want to be on the hit list. Or if I was, I wanted to be prepared.

I turned around sharply upon hearing the door close. The officer from outside now staring at me. Smiling manically, he blinked. Eyes turned black for a second before going back to their hosts brown.

Instinct kicked in and I reached for the knife that was hidden in my coat. Only the demon was faster, upon me in seconds, knocking it out of my hands and beyond reach under the bed. The demon had me pinned in moments.

This was not something I was expecting.

"My Father will be so proud I caught the Azalia girl." It snickered, it's face inches from my own. "No more hiding. No more running." It seethed. "He wont mind if I do a little torturing of my own..."

I spat in his face, watching as he seemed to get angry. But all I got in return was a punch to the stomach, and he dropped me as I doubled over in the pain. The last demon I fought wasn't this tough. Or maybe I'd just gotten weaker.

I looked over to the blade. If I could just knock him over, or out the way somehow. Or distract him with the holy water. I fumbled around in my jacket to find the flask with the holy water in had cracked and leaked its contents. Probably what the coolness was.

I felt myself being pulled up by the hair. Not pleasant at all. "You'll pay for that." It hissed.

And then I started saying something I should have all along, "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus," A loud smack reverberated through the room as the demon slapped me across the face. I looked up to him continuing, "omnis satanica potestas, omni..." Only this time his fist connected to my face. A sickly crunch reverberated through the room. Knowing my nose was now broken and I could feel the blood pouring from my nose.

Today really wasn't my day. The one time I actually need help is the one time I'd told help that I'd be fine. Feeling bad that I hadn't fixed the world like I was meant to was a hell of a way to exit it. Even if the archangel who told me about it was... Only a phonecall away. So-to-speak. I. Am. An. Idiot. Well and truly.

"Gabe..." I barely said the word. More like screaming it with my mind. The demon responded by hitting me square in the face again. "Help." I breathed out.

I watched the face of the cop-turned-demon laugh in the clouds. Fading away in silence. Everything went black as I barely heard some feathers ruffle.