I parked Handsome a few streets over from my house. I did not want those black eyed sons of bitches getting their grimey paws on him. Getting out, I whispered "Christo." under my breath. Nothing happened. The passers-by just kept on walking, rollerblading and standing around. I straightened my back, stretching out my wings fully before tucking them in tightly. You never knew if those jackasses had more captured angels. The nearer I got to my house, the more edgy I became. Some people just made my flesh crawl. I guessed those were posessed, but I didn't even glance at them, unless I knew the meatsuit. Then I acted naturally and greeted them, as if I was totally unaware. I kept a constant prayer running to Gabe and Cas. I pointed out all the suspected demons, so they and the Winchesters could excorsise them. My heart cringed when my nextdoor neighbour, mr. Osmund, gave off the 'demonvibe'. "Morning mr. Osmund!" I called out, my own voice sounding off and too high in my ears. I cleared my throat. "Nice day for a spot of gardening, isn't it?" It was a dreary day, but the demon was clipping the hedge. "Yes indeed, dear. Just the day for it!" he answered cheerily. "Where have you been? Haven't seen you around in ages!" I steeled myself. "I got into a bit of an accident, mr. Osmund. But now I'm all better, and ready to get on with my life!" If I hadn't been on the lookout, I would have missed it, but his eyes flashed black just a nanosecond, confirming my suspicions. "Well, glad you're ok. You go and check your house. Who knows what vermin has gotten in." I feigned a shiver as I stuck my key in the lock. "Please, don't say that. See ya around, mr. Osmund!" I called and waved before stepping inside.
I shut the door and leaned against it. 'Inside now, guys. I bet I'll have company in a few minutes.' I prayed to my personal guardian angels. I tossed my keys to their usual spot on the hallway cabinet, but I clenched Handsome's keys in my hand. I picked up the veritable mountain of mail and started sorting. Lots of junk, one postcard from my college friend. Apparently the Bahama's are a great place to be when your husband is a hotel owner and looking for new venues. I smirked. Ramona had always said she'd marry rich and go places. The rest was just bills, which got taken out of my account monthly, so no big problem, and some letters from my boss, who, I was glad to notice, was uninclined to put up with my sudden absence and had terminated my contract. He was such a douchebag, and I had hated my job. I felt a presence and looked up. "Well, hello." It was the leader of the bunch that had taken me in the first place. I felt my wings twitch in warning, but I clamped them down. "You!" I breathed. I didn't follow my instincts to crouch down in a fighting stance. I had to follow the plan. "Yeah, me. Imagine the surprise I felt, when one of my co-workers told me he had seen you, wandering around here. I thought you'd bled out for sure." Two more demons came sauntering into view. "I'll scream..." I warned, making my voice quiver on purpose. The leader guffawed. "Awe, hear the kitty mew. She wants to play!" The other two barked a laugh, then popped up behind me and grabbed my arms. In a swirl of black and colours, we were gone.
As soon as my feet hit solid ground, I ducked, bringing my assailants out of balance. I swung around, freeing my arms, and swiped at their feet. "Oh my! Kitty has learned a few tricks..." the leader drawled, but he did try and keep away. I brought my fists up in one swift move, hitting both others on their chins. Then I rounded on their leader and started pacing a circle. He looked uneasy and suddenly lunged. I stepped aside and rammed both my elbows down on his back. He grunted and faceplanted. I panted, but kept my watch up. My attackers were regrouping. We fought another round, and another. I got my share of cuts and bruises, but I gave as good as I got, and the demons were starting to look uncertain. Glancing around I groaned. I was standing in another warehouse, thinking: 'What is it with demons and old, dilapitated warehouses?', when an uneasy silence fell over the three guys I had been beating up. Suddenly an fourth one popped up. He was about 5'10", wearing an expensive, black suit, and a smug grin. I instantly despised him, but I also felt a chill of fear. "Well now, what have we here?" he drawled in a slick Brittish accent, his grey eyes crinkling at the corners. I gulped. 'The King is in play, boys.' I hoped the angels could track me down. "Crowley, I presume?" He seemed impressed. "Here's a novel thing, boys. This charming young lady apparently knows who I am." he said, turning to his panting and bleeding minions. He turned back to me, the twinkle in his eyes replaced by pure malice. "How is that possible, darling? We haven't had the pleasure yet, have we?" I knew who he was, and that the brothers didn't find him scary, but still his presence chilled me to the bone. I still managed to gather my sass and reply: "No, we haven't had the pleasure, cause I'm sure pleasure comes nowhere near you, if given half a chance." He cocked his head and smiled mockingly. "Sassy... You're not accquainted with a certain greeneyed hunter, now are you?" I knew I had to play dumb. "I don't like hunters. And what has murdering animals have to do with you?"