A/N: Wyatt Family's Bitch: thanks, glad you like it ^_^. I rewrote this chpter like 5 times and I think I'm finally satisfied with it. Hope this one is an okay reaction chapter.
Bray sat on the ground, his back against Lily's tombstone as he held Evangeline. She felt small in his arms, sobbing like a small child. Honestly she never had the chance to be a child and he felt like that was what she was mourning. Tears ran down his face, his heart heavy for her. She cried until no more tears would come, leaving her shuddering and gasping for air. He ran his fingers through her hair, trying his best to quiet the panic in her.
When the rage and pain subsided she sat with her forehead against Bray's chest holding fistfuls of his shirt, almost fearful to let him go. "We need to go home baby. It's over." He whispered in her ear as he cradled her. She nodded weekly and moved from his lap. He stood and offered her a hand, lifting her from the graveyard dirt. Bray turned to walk away and she stood frozen for a moment, staring at the ash imprint of wings left on the white marble. He stopped to look back at her over his shoulder, extending his hand to her. "Coming?" He asked, his voice thick with emotion. She swallowed hard and jogged to him, taking his hand.
Slowly they walked back to the truck, not caring about the still smoldering pit that had once been her father's grave. They drove mostly in silence as Bray maneuvered along the backwoods back to their home. "So we're not going to talk about how you turned into a shadow being with wings back there." Bray made a face, he kinda hoped this would be one of those 'let's never speak of this again' situations. "Are you a demon too?" He shrugged, fighting for the words to explain what he knew so little about. "I don't know. I've never had this happen before. All I knew was that you were in danger, and the odds were looking slim for us. I was so angry. You've been robbed of so much and I was hell bent on our story not ending." He replied as he stole a glance at her. "I've never seen the Devil, nor have I signed my soul away. If that's what you're asking."
Evangeline sat back in her seat, trying to process the whole thing. "Rose said you were made for great things, but even you don't know the depths of the darkness within you. She saw dark figures coming back from my past, said we'd have to defeat the demon together." She laughed and Bray stole a glance at her. "And she said to trust the wings. I thought she meant the ones tattooed on your back. And now I find out you have real ones!" She laughed and he joined her, enjoying the exhausted humor between them. "And I saw a winged cross in my head. Kaitlyn spotted it on that billboard. That's how I found you, Kaitlyn trusted the wings."
By the time they got home the sun was breaking through the clouds but everyone inside was still awake. They tiptoed their way to their room and collapsed into their bed, cemetery dirt stained clothes and all. As he turned out the light Evangeline wrapped herself around him, touching every bit of his body that she could. "Whatever happened back there, I'm so thankful you were there." She told him before kissing him goodnight.