Bobby threw on the outdoor lights. "Please Bobby, you have to help me get him into the..." I was cut off in my tracks as a white male dressed in ripped blue jeans and a ripped green t-shirt and white trainers came running from behind one of the junk yard cars, having been crouched down behind it the whole time, watching and waiting. He showed me his black eyes. I, however, could see the demon's true face and I didn't need him to show me his demon eyes.

"So...this is Balthazar? In your injured state, the King will be pleased if I take you to him for interrogation!" He growled. He ran at me and out of the corner of my eye I saw a glint of metal on the ground, it seemed to be some sort of sword that I could only assume belonged to the almost fatally injured angel I was trying to save. I gently lay Balthazar on the ground but as quickly as I could, grabbed the blade from the ground.

The male demon laughed, "And what do you think you're going to do with that? It won't work against us!" Without warning, the demon grabbed the blade out of my hand and threw it across the yard, he grabbed hold of my arms and threw me onto the concrete below, I winced in pain as I landed with a thud, frightened of the demon, who was capable of killing me at any moment. I knew demons were capable of ripping people's hearts out with their bare hands, from stories that Bobby had told me, and I tried to get to my feet as quickly as possible. Too late. The demon ran at me and I thought my time had come, I couldn't possibly defend myself. Demons were too strong.

I closed my eyes, shielded my face instinctively with my arms and heard rapid running footsteps and the sound of someone choking. I removed my arms from my face and opened my eyes, and saw the demon's face glowing yellow and flickering, then his meatsuit slumped onto the floor. I looked up and Bobby had just dealt with the demon head on. "I'm not gonna stand around while you're getting hurt by a demon now am I, idjit?" He smiled. "Thanks for helping by the way..." He retorted sarcastically at Balthazar, who had now lifted himself up from the ground to sit up.

"Excuse me, I was the one lying in a pool of my vessel's blood on the floor..." He started to say and then winced, "One of my wings is broken, probably from the impact when I made it out alive and landed here. Cas screwed me over and tried to murder me..."

"Murder you? What the the Hell's name would he do that for?" Bobby gasped. "Do the boys know?"

"Cas has been doing a lot of strange things lately as you know. Don't get the boys involved, it's none of their business and they'll just lead Cassie straight to me. If he followed me here we're done for. If Crowley finds us..." Balthazar started.

"Crowley won't come here, I'm out of whisky. Let's just hope Cas isn't on your tail because I can't angel proof the house with you in it." Bobby explained.

"Hello, dear, thanks for helping," Balthazar grinned at me.

"That's nice, I'm flattered an' all, but I don't swing that way, and not with angels either," Bobby laughed sarcastically.

"I meant her...now what is your name dearest?" Balthazar smiled again at me.

"We can worry about my name, and whether I care to give it to you, when we've got you into the house, can you walk?" I ignored Balthazar's flirting, I knew some angels and demons, despite not being human, had these kind of flirty/sassy personalities. Bobby had told me that Crowley was like that, and towards him and the boys especially, I didn't like to think of a demon in that way though, it seemed wrong. I figured this Crowley guy just spoke to them like that as a joke.

"Yes, I can walk, now I've had...oh...ten minutes to recover?" Balthazar pulled a worried face and Bobby and I helped him to his feet. I now noticed, when he moved his left wing, that part of it was damaged, some of the feathers were missing and two of the 'fingers' of the wing were bent back. I wondered how long it would take for an angel's wing to heal.

Balthazar stumbled into Bobby's kitchen and we walked him through to the living room where he lay on the sofa. "Got any booze my good man?" He asked Bobby, cheekily.

"I'm out. I thought you guys didn't eat or drink anyway?" Bobby looked at me and rolled his eyes in mock disgust.

"Well, I do, I do everything an angel shouldn't, because...I can." Balthazar boasted loudly. He had his eyes closed and I sat on the armchair. Bobby sat at his reading desk.

"Is this place demon proof?" I asked Bobby.

"Nope." He started reading the newspaper and didn't look up when speaking.

"What will stop angels and demons bursting in then?" I pondered, worried.

"Nothing, as far as I'm aware." A small smile formed on his face, like he was used to facing this kind of situation every day of the year.

"Oh that's just great Bobby..." I sighed.