So sorry this update took so long, here's a longer chapter to make up for it

Samandriel woke up early one morning and was so excited he woke up Adam too.

"My grace!" He exclaimed "it is almost back to normal!"

Adam, who was still grumpy from being awoken so early in the morning, managed a grin. "That's awesome!"

"If nothing sets the course of my healing off, I will be able to stop using human resources in a few days."

"What you mean you won't have to eat anymore?" Adam asked. "Well, at least it'll save us money."

"I am still planning on getting a job" Samandriel informed him.

"Why? Not like you need the money, and I'll only need to pay for me."

"You will be able to provide the bare minimum for yourself" Samandriel said "if I help with the income you will be able to start saving money for other necessities."

"You've got a point" Adam admitted. "Are you gonna go back to Heaven the first chance you get?"

"Once I regain the ability to hear my brothers and sisters, there should be no reason for me to return in the near future."

"Oh, ok then" Adam nodded. "Let's just hope your healing doesn't get thrown off track then."

He thinks he jinxed it. No take that back, he knows he jinxed it.

Adam crouched down in terror behind the counter of the diner and dug his phone out of his pocket. He speed-dialed the motel room and prayed that Samandriel would pick up. The group of demons on the other side of the counter were having a casual conversation with each other at one of the booths, their black eyes hidden.

But Adam knew they were demons, because they were talking about the Winchesters. They were looking for the Winchesters. And that was not a good thing. Adam wasn't sure if the demons would recognize him, maybe they weren't around during the apocalypse? He didn't want to risk being seen either way.

Samandriel picked up the phone. "Adam?"

"There's demons here" Adam whispered urgently.

"I'm on my way!" The angel hung up the phone, and walked in the door of the diner seconds later.

"What are you doing?" Kristie asked. Adam looked up.

"Um I er dropped something" he lied sheepishly, and stood up. Samandriel caught sight of him immediately and rushed over.

"My grace is still low so the demons have not sensed me yet" he said "but they will soon. Get out salt and make a line."

Kristie looked between them and frowned "what's he going on about?"

Adam sighed "just stay in the kitchen. Trust me you don't want to be out here in the middle of this."

"Adam! The salt!" Adam glanced at Kristie before running into the kitchen and grabbing a tub of salt. Jason looked at him funny. He ran back into the dining room and began discreetly shaking salt into a line in the doorway of the kitchen.

One of the demons looked up and the others followed. Adam made eye contact with one of them, and quickly looked away.

"Adam Winchester!" The one who made eye contact with him gasped.

"Milligan" Adam shot back "Adam Milligan."

Samandriel was ushering the few other customers behind the counter towards the kitchen. One of the other demons spun around "angel!" He pointed.

An older man whom Samandriel was trying to lead to safety stopped where he was standing. "What is going on? Is this some sort of dinner show? I didn't pay for this!" He grumbled.

The first demon, who was inhabiting a thirty-something year old female vessel laughed loudly. "Oh you aren't enjoying the show? Guess we'll have to step up our performance!" The other two demons laughed as well, and one of them started heading in Adam's direction.

"You're supposed to be in Hell" she spat. She looked around the other female demon's age, but with brown hair instead of blonde.

"Sorry" Adam "said, didn't mean to surprise you."

"How did you get out" the demon continued. "Didja bring Michael and Lucifer with you?"

"Nope, only me" Adam was slowly backing away.

"We could use you" she purred "I'm sure the boss would love to talk to you."

Samandriel was suddenly by his side. "You should do the smart thing and run while you can" he threatened.

"As if you could even hurt us" the blonde demon barked "who are you? The Winchesters' pet?"

"My name is Samandriel" he said, eyes darker than usual. "And you of all creatures should know not to mess with an angel."

"Oh an angel, huh?" Brunette laughed "you're either badly damaged or the lowest of the low!"

Samandriel was getting angry, Adam could tell. "What do you want with me?" He asked, mostly to divert the demons' attention.

"Oh we don't want anything from you" The third demon, a male, spoke up. "But our boss sure would. We might even get a pay raise if we turn you in!"

"Who's your boss?"

"Oh you don't know? Well, that's even better! You two could become such great pals!"

"I will not allow you to take Adam anywhere near Crowley" Samandriel growled.

"Oh the mighty angel to the rescue!" Samandriel glared.

Man-demon was coming up behind Adam, who hadn't made it behind the salt line yet. Adam reached in his pocket and pulled out the knife he had grabbed when he had been in the kitchen getting salt. "Oh I'm so scared" the demon taunted.

Adam shrugged. "I don't want to have to resort to violence, but if I have to I will." He knew he couldn't just leave the demons now though, they would come back to find him later, and probably bring Crowley.

Samandriel had stalked up behind the brunette demon while everyone was focused on Adam, and suddenly there was a silver blade through her chest. She shrieked and threw her head back, eyes turning white before she collapsed as Samandriel pulled out the knife. The other two demons' eyes widened, and then they were on the angel.

Adam looked around quickly for seemingly no reason, and watched Samandriel helplessly. The angel seemed to be fine though. It wasn't long before the other female demon was dead. The male demon was the problem. He was a lot larger than Samandriel in both height and body mass.

The demon had Samandriel pressed against the wall, and Samandriel was trying to worm himself that didn't work he disappeared and reappeared seconds later behind the demon with his blade pointed out so that he could stab it into his back.

As soon as the demon fell, Adam rushed over to Samandriel who looked very drained. "Are you ok?" He demanded, looking over the angel.

Samandriel nodded "just took a lot to conjure my blade" he said shakily, and rolled back his shoulders looking uncomfortable.

Adam frowned "go sit down, I need to talk to the customers and uh others." He headed back into the kitchen and cleared his throat loudly. "It's safe to come out now" he said awkwardly.

The man from earlier rolled his eyes "about time" and stormed out. The other customers followed shortly after. They seemed more concerned than the man though. They had been away from the door so they couldn't see what was going on.

Once everyone was gone, Kristie approached Adam. "I saw what happened out there, and you are going to explain."

Adam swallowed. "I promise I'll explain its just I have to- Samandriel-" he gestured back towards the dining room.

"So, that's his name huh? I was under the impression that it was Mandy. Thought it was a bit strange."

"Kristie please, I know I lied about a few things, but just let me take him home, he's hurt."

"Is he really an angel?" Was her response.

"Um yeah" Adam looked away and scratched the back of his neck "it's not a big deal though, don't worry about it."

"It's not a big deal?"

Adam sighed "I'll explain more later!" And he left the room.

Samandriel was still sitting at the booth where Adam left him. He wasn't visibly injured, but he looked like he was ready to pass out.

"Hey, come on let's get back to the motel" Adam urged. "Are you ok to walk? Want some food first?"

Samandriel sighed "I am fine to walk Adam, I am afraid I can not fly though."

"That's fine" Adam assured "I get it you're low on grace."

"Yes" Samandriel agreed and winced "but my wings are damaged as well."

"Your wings?" Adam frowned "come on let's get home."

They took a bus back to the motel, and as soon as they were in the room Adam began to question Samandriel again. "Can I help you?"

"I can deal with it myself" Samandriel said.

"No come on" Adam frowned "your wings are hurt... Can I see them?"

Samandriel, as injured as he was blushed "Adam wings aren't something an angel just shows people."

"You showed them to that random guy from McDonald's."

"I didn't show him my wings I showed him the outline of them."

"So, why don't you show other people them?"

"They're... Private" he replied.

"Oh" Adam ran his tongue over his teeth "are you sure you can take care of them by yourself? I can tell you're in pain."

Samandriel sat down on the bed. "I will survive."

"How bad are they?"

Samandriel sighed again. "Adam, I'll show you them alright?" He gave in.

"I promise I'm not trying to be creepy" Adam said "I want to help you not act like a perv or something."

"I understand Adam" Samandriel said, and went silent again. After a few minutes Adam cleared his throat.

"So, um are you gonna-'

"Oh yeah of course." Adam watched curiously as Samandriel stood up, before slowly letting out a pair of wings.

They were light brown and had a span of at least 8 feet, maybe even more. They were beautiful. Adam looked away slightly so it didn't look like he was staring. With a closer look Adam realized that some of the feathers were disheveled, and there were bruises in the same place on both wings with scratches around them.

Samandriel was red in the face, and Adam wasn't entirely sure just how private wings were, but he decided it would be best if he didn't comment on how pretty they were. Instead, he wrung his hands together and made eye contact with the angel. "That looks really painful dude" he said. "We need to get that cleaned up. What's the policy on wing repair?"

"My wings have the ability to heal on their own when I have enough grace to do so' Samandriel said "but that is not the current situation."

"Well, then we should probably patch those up, huh?" Samandriel shrugged. "The Winchesters left us some first aid stuff hold on." Adam began to dig through a paper bag of stuff that had been sitting atop the dresser for days. He pulled out some bandages and turned around to look over Samandriel again.

"Is that blood? You need to wash that off before I help you do anything else" Adam said. Samandriel looked over his shoulder to look at his wing.

"I don't think they'll fit in the shower." Samandriel was obviously embarrassed.

"That's all good" Adam assured "here, I'll help you. I mean if that's ok?"

"Yeah that's ok."

"Ok good." Adam went into the bathroom and put a washcloth under warm water, then wrung it out and took it back to Samandriel.

"Um can I-" Adam made a motion that said 'can I touch them?' And Samandriel nodded slowly.

Adam carefully put one hand on Samandriel's shoulder, and used the other to dab lightly at the spots where blood was. "Tell me if I do something wrong" Adam said. He continued to clean up the blood until he was satisfied. "There" he said "already looks better."

Samandriel nodded "thank you Adam."

"See I told you I could help. Should I get bandages for that?"

"If you want, I doubt it will make much of a difference."

Adam shrugged and picked up a box of gauze pads. "It'll cover it up at least. Er do you want to put them on yourself?"

Samandriel took the gauze from him and looked it over. "How do I use it?"

Adam took the gauze back "maybe it would be easier if I did it." He peeled off the paper on the back of one of the pads and gently placed it over the bruised area on Samandriel's right wing. "Is that okay?"

"Yes that's fine."

Adam proceeded to bandage the other wing and then stepped back. "Alright that should help a little."

Samandriel nodded slightly, then blushed again.

"Oh come on no need to be self-conscious."

"I was just going to ask if you could help fix my feathers."

"Oh yeah sure why not." Adam hadn't really touched Samandriel's wings yet and he apprehensively stepped forward again to reach them. "Um this might take a while" he said, looking them over "do you want to sit down?" Samandriel sat down on the edge of the bed and watched Adam anxiously.

"So" Adam said conversationally as he began to lightly run his fingers over the top of one one of Samandriel's wings "can I ask why these are so private?"

Samandriel was silent for a moment before answering "angels traditionally only show their wings to their mates."

"Mates?" Adam asked "you mean like mates as in uh mates?"

"Yes Adam."

"So, is there a lucky girl angel up there in heaven waiting for you to return?"

"I'm afraid not Adam" Samandriel seemed slightly disappointed "but I am still young."

Adam was beginning to smooth down the misplaced feathers. "So, no one's ever seen these?"

"Correct."

"They're really uh" Adam tried to search for the right word "they're really pretty" he blurted.

Samandriel looked up to make eye contact with Adam. "Thank you" he said sincerely.

"Just telling the truth" Adam ran his hand through a clump of tangled feathers and a shudder ran down his spine.

Samandriel was humming contently as Adam worked. Adam was taking each feather and separately adjusting them so they were facing the right direction again.

He was almost done with the first wing when he felt Samandriel stiffen below him. "Did I do something wrong?" Adam asked hurriedly.

"No" Samandriel responded quickly. "They're just sensitive."

"What do you mean sensitive?" Adam dropped his hand from the wing it had been resting on for the past few moments.

"I can finish them myself" Samandriel declared.

"No you can't" Adam rolled his eyes. "Wait" Adam frowned "am I like touching angel private parts?"

Adam couldn't see Samandriel's facial expression because he was standing behind him, but he was pretty sure he was blushing (again). He didn't answer so Adam took that as a yes. "Oh god" Adam took a small step back "so have I been getting you off this whole time?"

"It's not like that Adam" Samandriel sighed.

"Then what's it like?"

"I'm going to take a shower" Samandriel said, clearly annoyed. He furled his wings in and disappeared behind the bathroom door.

Adam sat down on the bed and frowned. Whatever just happened was super weird. Why would Samandriel just let him touch him like that? Unless he didn't know any better, Adam pondered.

He looked over at the clock. It was already late. He pulled down the comforter and climbed into bed, hoping he'd fall asleep before Samandriel came back.