Chapter 4: Race to Hell

Sam had woken up early, the night before he couldn't hide what was happening to his wife anymore. She was a hunter herself, he knew she'd understand! But what worried him was the ominous feeling in her voice,

"I watched that video, Sam, what's going on?"

Her voice broke his heart, but he knew this was getting out of hand rapidly. He hoped the boy's plan to act as though it was fake had worked. He stared blankly at the ceiling, anxiety prickled into his hands and face as he attempted to will away the worry that hung over him like a dark cloud. Sleeping wasn't easy anymore, nightmares dotted his mind into the waking mornings. He watched his brother die over and over in his dreams, and for a long time he started to get the hang on his PTSD diagnosis. Taking medication, getting proper exercise, enjoying time with his family, but now...it was as if Dean had returned and everything was starting all over again.

Sitting up the older hunter decided to check on Abel, something hadn't settled right with the way the hunter hesitated in the staircase the day before. Though he didn't know Abel as well as he knew Dean, the man could see so many similarities between the two that Sam felt he could read the other the way he used to do to his brother.

Getting to his feet the hunter made sure to brush his long hair back and make his way down the hallway, yawning as he pushed open Abels door.

"Wake up It--"

The room was empty, blinking in surprise the hunter felt a rush of fear only for it to diminish. He's probably with Chamuel or on the pot or something, Sam smoothed his hair down as he closed the door behind him. Checking the restroom but no luck, he made down the steps to the second floor and went to Chamuels room, the door was ajar which caused a prickle of anxiety to kiss the tips of sams fingers as he grabbed the knob, shoving it opened lightly.

Relief flooded his thoughts, Abel and Chamuel laid on the bed. Chamuel was half on the floor, and Abel had curled into a ball. Asleep on the pillow, snoring softly. He hesitated before closing the door, making his way towards the stairs. He didn't want to wake them yet, soon sleep wasn't going to be so easy. Soon they might not get any sleep. His mind troubled as he opened the door, stopping at the top of the staircase. Butch was standing on the bottom step, inspecting the large dents in the strong wood.

"What happened?" Sam asked, trotting down the steps towards his friend.

Butch held the baseball bat out towards Sam, "I'm guessin' there was some sort'a fight in here,"

Sighing, Sam took the bat from the other and turned back up the steps.

"We're viral," Butch called up to him, Sam stopped and looked back at him with wide eyes.

"We are?"

Deciding to talk to the other two later as he followed Butch out into the kitchen to inspecting the viral video.

***

Chamuel groaned as he woke up, his head was shoved against Abel's back. His head still throbbed from the day before, his eyesight was no longer blurred from the black eyes as he sat up in bed. The sun splashed it's soft light into the room, bathing him in its warmth. Turning to look down at the hunter, he had a scar on his cheek that he never noticed before, standing up he stretched into the air. Then it hit him what happened the night before, he had to tell Sam!

"Abel get up," Chamuel said, shaking his friend who groaned inwardly with anger.

"Stop it, man!" he snarled, "I'm fucking tired,"

"Well it's a good thing, cause Butch is probably gonna kill you for what you did to his stairs," Chamuel said, shaking the other again.

"I'm up, I'm up," Abel scrambled away from the other, blinking at him with tired green eyes.

"You should come with a snooze button,"

Chamuel ignored the man, fishing for his phone under the bed. He must have fallen asleep using it, dropping it as he slept. Abel leapt out of the warmth of the blankets, stretching into the air. Squeezing his eyes shut against the light of the sun, pulling his smart phone from his pocket he glanced over their account.

"Our other video's getting a lot of hits too," Abel replied, glancing down at Chamuel who sat on the floor and scrolled through the comments on his phone.

"I can't believe people actually like what you named that thing,"

"I'm the king of naming things,"

"You named yourself Abel, not exactly a king kind of name,"

"It's so I can tell people I'm "Abel" to do anything,"

Chamuel looked at the other in shock, "Your entire existence is made to make me angry," He said, causing Abel to give the other a shit eating grin. Holding out his hand, "Help me," Chamuel grunted, Abel grabbed the hand offered to him and helped hoist the man onto his feet.

The two made their way out of the room, Abel bound down the steps quickly and rushed into the kitchen. The stairway gave him goosebumps as he walked past it now, turning into a large room he wasn't shocked to see the other two hunters seated at the table with the laptop open. Butch was typing away, his eyes focused, a small smile on his face as he continued to do what he was doing.

"Mornin," Abel called, Chamuel entered into the room close behind him. Looking nervous as he spotted the other hunters.

"Phantom Spector? Really?" Sam arched an eyebrow at the man,

"Never seen anything like it," Butch grunted out, Abel walked over to the two. Glancing down at the laptop, Chamuel followed close behind looking over Abels shoulder.

"Me either," Sam confessed, "and for it just to...show up on your camera like that? That's...really strange,"

"It's gotta be some kind of ghost, it vanished with silver," Abel chimed in,

"Is that why I have holes in my stairs?"

"Yeah, sorry about that, man. I'm uh-- still a little new to this,"

"'S fine, had a lot worse come through here. Those stairs are meant to take ah beatin' they're also soundproof,"

"Explains why no one heard me," Abel whispered,

"mhm, most rooms in this house are sound proof," Butch replied with a nod, leaning back in the chair so his audience could see what he's up to.

"Why are they soundproof?" Chamuel asked, tilting his head at the hunter.

"We get lot'sa hunters from all over the place, they like their privacy in the rooms, don't wanna wake everyone up if they're comin' up stairs too,"

Abel glanced at the Twitter page with his eyes narrowed down, before he could ask Sam cut in.

"We added a donation page, and a few more posts." Sam scrolled through the tweets for Abel who watched with peak curiosity.

Sam went over the basics, explaining how the donations worked and that he just had to attach it to a PayPal for the two.

"I'm not savvy at this, but I think I'm getting it down," Sam said with a hint of pride in his voice, pulling the laptop so it was in front of him again.

***

The day came and went, the group worked to get new pictures for their Twitter, using Abel's bat and salt as their signature pieces as well as a few candid shots of the two 'hunting'. Making sure not to write in any loopholes, Sam started writing everything down in a journal similar to other hunters journals. But this one, this was going to be a unique one! He could feel it in his gut. Much like the supernatural books he and Dean had to deal with it almost felt like he was starting a chapter in his own Bible.

As the sun rose in the sky the hunters started their training, Abel learning to wield the bat without losing his grip on the top heavy instrument while Chamuel learned how to shoot the gun with ease. It wasn't something he'd ever see himself doing but he knew Sam was adamant about the pair learning to shoot the weapon.

As the darkness of the night settled in Chamuel found himself walking out of the house and down the street. They had decided to sleep one more night at Butch's home but Chamuel felt restless. He had left Abel and Sam in the shooting range, claiming he had to use the restroom only to slip out the front door. It was a cool evening, the dying sun cast a crimson light against rolling clouds that seemed to be heading their way.

Chamuel could almost feel the storm as he walked, the home was settled in the woods with only a few houses scattered around them. A drive to town only took a few short minutes, and back to Bobby's was a good half hour. Chamuel silently thought of his Twitter account, wondering how long until everything was shown to be true.

"Is something wrong Chamuel?"

Cham turned around quickly, Uriel stood behind him. His face was neutral as he marched up to the angel,

"Uriel, I've been praying,"

"Yes I heard," the man stopped in front of Chamuel.

"What's going on with me?" Chamuel asked, shaking his head, "I'm basically human right now,"

"Your body isn't used to how much power you have," Uriel said, sitting down on a stump. Chamuel sat down on the floor in front of him.

"This-- war in me, it's scaring me,"

"Wars scary, Chamuel."

"I'm...not cut out for this Uriel," he admitted, putting a hand on his head "I think God made a mistake,"

Uriel's face looked thoughtful, "maybe he did,"

Chamuel felt as if he had all the air in his balloon deflated, "yeah...I think he did," Cham whispered

"Well, if you fail," Uriel stood up, putting a hand on the other's shoulder, Chamuel felt a touch of warmth in his face. His headache vanished, his vision cleared as the other angel healed up his wounds.

"someone else can replace you,"

Chamuel bit his lip, looking away from Uriel, feeling a flush of embarrassment flash over him.

"Until then, start doing your job."

"Kinda hard to do anything without my Grace,"

The words fell into the dead air, Uriel had vanished. Chamuel felt even more worthless as he stared at the ground, feeling his eyes prick with tears. He hadn't expected Uriel to be so harsh on him, but then again, he thought Uriel would have been a better choice to save the world.

Pulling his knees to his chest he let his head rest on them, feeling warm tears run down his cheeks as the stress of the situation bore down on him. He could hardly protect Abel earlier, in fact, without the hunter Chamuel might not have even made it. He glanced up at the sky as stars twinkled into existence

"My father...what is wrong with you," he whispered to the cold air. "You picked the wrong angel," he murmured, glancing down at his shoes.

"Uriels strong, smart, confident, he could probably do this job and have it done in a few months...I'm skinny, I can't remember the last time I lifted more than twenty pounds and I don't think I've ever been to a gym," He groaned, talking to no one in particular.

"Why did you choose me? I'm not even a good angel of love," his voice held a strong hint of anger towards his creator. Shaking his head he buried his face into his hands, the snap of a branch caught his attention. He jumped, brushing his cheeks as he saw Abel staring at him like a deer in the headlights.

"I uh," he started, "came to look for you?"

Chamuel felt his face turning red as he sat back down, "please tell me you didn't hear my prayer," he glared down at the ground, angry with himself.

"Oh," Abel trotted over, sitting next to the other "I uh, just heard you talking, didn't hear what you were saying but you're sounding a little nuts, man"

Chamuel scoffed, looking up at the other with a grateful smile on his face knowing Abel heard but didn't push it.

silence followed this, the two looking up into the night sky. The full moon shining a silver light down on them, the cold air didn't seem so cold anymore, Chamuel thought, looking over at Abel. Green eyes dancing with starlight as he stared into the endless black abyss, his mind far from them. Abel blinked a few times, Chamuel could feel a deep sadness emimating off the man, he had the desire to take the sadness away but didn't make a move to do so.

"I'm happy I don't have to save this shitty world with Uriel," Abel said, breaking the silent air, laughing as he spoke, "can you imagine? Uriel eating my PB and jelly sandwiches? Making a Twitter? Taking a selfie? The guys a machine, he'd probably just bulldoze over every ghost!" Abel turned back to the stars,

"He'd probably tape your mouth shut," Chamuel laughed,

"He'd tape my mouth shut, kill Sam and eat Butch!" Abel said, throwing his hands into the air in a dramatic fashion. Chamuel laughed, shoving the other.

"He'd eat him?!" Chamuel laughed,

"Yeah, he's the only hot bald guy allowed! They can't have more! So he eats him to gain more power," Abel replied, laughing.

Chamuel laughed with him, shoving the other again "shut up, holy shit,"

"Is that what they call going to the restroom in heaven? Gotta go take a holy shit?"

"Stop!" Chamuel snorted, pushing the other, Chamuels face burned with laughter,

"Potty humor is funny sometimes!" Abel laughed, pulling out his phone he held it up. Chamuel smiled up at the camera, pushing his face against Abel's causing the man to laugh mid picture as the flash went off.

"I like pictures," Abel chuckled, posting it on their Twitter page.

Chamuel opened his mouth to speak but froze in his place, a howl. It was short, distorted. Both men turned to look at one another, Abel slowly stood up, Chamuel followed close behind the duo staring into the woods.

"Abel, do you have your bat?" Chamuel asked, feeling power pulse under his skin, the palms of his hands glowed against the darkness. Brightening the area around them with a tint of pink light.

Abel took a few steps towards the tree he'd been standing near, snagging the bat from it's base. The howl echoed around them yet again, followed by the many yips of coyotes. Shadows started to dance against the light that grew from the angel's hands, the shape of the coyotes hiding among the trees broke into the soft light. Abel took a step towards the shadows as they danced around them. The yips and howls of the coyotes seemed to surround the two at every side.

Chamuel narrowed his eyes, he felt the power rising up under his skin, panic flashed in his mind until he felt something against him. Glancing down at Abel who had taken a step back so their arms touched as he glared into the darkness. Taking in a few breaths he felt the power calm down yet again, just as he relaxed the coyotes leapt from their hiding spots.

They surrounded the two, all of them shook on uneven paws. Black blood dropped from their gnashing maws as they snarled at the men. Abel and Chamuel stood next to each other, ready, waiting. Abel let out a breath as a coyote jumped at them from the back.

***Gore, trigger warning***

Abel had anticipated this, with a quick turn he swung his bat. The top of the bat made contact with the coyotes head, ripping it clean from its body with a sickening crack. Abel looked at it in horror, the coyotes bodies were basically falling apart at the seams. The head let out a whine as it cleared the trees, vanishing into the darkness. It's body flopped to the ground, an ooze of black slithered from the corpse like a snake. Abel gasped in surprise as it moved, Chamuel snatched the creature from the floor with his light and closed his fist. The snake-like creature popped!

Abel turned his attention to another coyote, smacking it back. With every hit of his bat parts of the animals would collide to the ground, blood and black sludge covered the area turning the grass underfoot black. Chamuel ripped the black sludge from the coyotes as they came, destroying the slizering black ooze as fast as he could. Feeling himself starting to grow tired, he could see Abel was running low on steam. The man's face and clothes were covered in a mix of blood and sludge.

A shot rang out, "Cham get down!" Sam shouted into the darkness.

Another shot, a coyote screamed as it collapsed, Chamuel felt a hand on his shirt yanking him to the floor.

"Keep killing those things," Abel instructed, Chamuel nodded. Catching his eye for a heart beat, Abel was exhausted he could see it. He could feel the fear and panic rising but the look on his face was stone cold.

Chamuel breathed deep, pulling inwardly for more power, feeling it being forced out. His eyes snapped open, they glowed against the night sky. He stood up despite Abels attempt to stop him

"They're shooting at random! get down or they'll kill ya!" He shouted, a bullet whizzed past Abels head causing him to duck farther into the undergrowth.

Chamuel shook his head, holding his hands out at the coyotes that remained. The glow in his hands grew brighter caused the coyotes to scream in fear, turning to run from the wrath of war but it was too late. Abel watched in awe as Chamuel glowed a bright pink and with a snap a strong energy exploded from the man. The coyotes vaporized almost immediately, their bones falling to the ground. The black sludge that had been using their bodies as a means of safety fell to the undergrowth below. Bubbling under the light of the angel as if he had boiled them alive.

**Gore warning ended**

Abel slowly stood up, Chamuel took in air as if he had been drowning. He slowly started to float back to the ground, grabbing at his chest before falling. Abel caught him,

"Hey whoa! You got this buddy, come on," he laughed, as he helped Chamuel stay on his feet.

"Least I didn't get the wings," Chamuel whispered,

"Yeah that thrift store sweat vest you're wearing was a real deal," Abel soothed, Sam and Butch raced towards the men. Both men holding their guns forward as they approached

"Holy shit!" Sam breathed, "what the hell were those?"

"I've never seen so many coyotes at once!" Butch gasped, looking at the Carnage that covered the underbrush, plucking a bone from the brambles. It was completely clean as if someone had picked every bit of meat and fur from it.

"I'm s-so.." Chamuels head flopped forward as he passed out against Abel who scrambled to keep him from falling. Sam helped catch the Angel, shouting over to Butch who dropped the bone and followed after the others as they made towards the house.

"Grab the bat," Abel called over, Butch paused and turned, going back for the bat. He paused, a shadow flashed towards his side, he quickly glanced over but saw nothing. Grabbing the bat, he took off after the rest of the group feeling a chill roll down his spin. Sam grabbed the door for the men, waiting for Butch to get inside before shutting the door. Drenching the floor in front of the door with a layer of salt.

"Cham can you hear me?" Abel whispered as they got him to the couch. Chamuel didn't move, Abel watched the other with wide eyes. Can angels die? He asked himself, glancing at Sam with eyes as wide as moons as the more experienced hunted looked over the angel.

"Them things ain't gettin' in here," Butch said, "just let 'em sleep, guys probably exhausted!" He huffed,

"What happened?" Sam asked, Abel rubbed blood off his face with the back of his hand. Shaking his head to clear the adrenaline that still pumped in his veins,

"We were just hangin' out," he started, Butch grabbed a bottled water from the fridge, walking back to the living room to hand it over to Abel. He took it willingly, taking a few big sips before speaking. His arms were sore from swinging the bat, his hands throbbing painfully.

"He just needed some air, I went looking for him, and we got attacked by those coyotes. They were possessed by those black blobs," he took another swig of water, pushing his hair back.

"Is that what happened at the bar?" Sam asked,

"With the creature? Yeah, these things seem to be almost...evolving,"

"Evolving?"

"Yeah, they use to just be these gross blobs and they moved like flubber, but this time they slithered...like a snake,"

Sam and Butch glanced at one another before eyes falling back to Abel,

"Is this happening everywhere?" Sam asked,

Abel shook his head, "it started in the city next to mine. Than got into mine,"

"Yeah an' we don't have any reports here. I've been keepin' my eyes open for it. I knew them things were some kind'a demon" Butch said, scratching his head.

"If this thing is spreading...we might want to add something to your Twitter," Sam sighed,

"Like...what? If we make them seem too fake people might interact with them," Abel pointed out, pulling his jacket off and sitting on the floor next to the couch.

"No I mean, maybe a way to defend themselves? Like...if we tell them to use salt or...iron," dancing his fingers through his hair as he spoke, "at least if the spread gets bad they'll be able to defend themselves."

"Like when they figure out all this is real?"

Sam nodded slowly, he knew there wasn't much else to be done. If they couldn't get the black sludge under control and it spread too far out, there might not be any stopping it.

***

His eyes felt heavy against the waking world, groaning softly as he tried to keep himself from falling back into the darkness of sleep. Forcing his eyes opened he sat up, he was on the couch in Butch's house. Blinking a few times in confusion before it all fell back on him, rubbing his eyes with the back of his palms. He remembered falling into Abel than nothing, turning to sit up he kicked against something.

"Ouch," Abel grunted, glaring up at the other with tired eyes. Before his gaze turned bright, "hey! How ya feeling, Cham-a-lam?" He asked in a whisper,

Sitting up from his makeshift bed on the floor. He had piled a few blankets down and a pillow, Sam snored softly from the chair. A blanket drapped over him, while Butch slept on the other couch. The house was dark, silent with sleep.

"Why are you on the floor?" He whispered, sitting back on the couch.

"It was either the floor or the table,"

"Good point, just sleep next to me," he whispered, "couch big,"

"No homo," Abel whispered, scrambling onto the couch next to his friend. Having to lay on the opposite end.

"Just what I wanted to fall asleep next to, feet" Abel said sarcastically,

"Some people would find this a privilege," Cham replied back, shutting his eyes against the darkness. Sleep raced over his body within seconds, he fell into a warm sleep knowing he was surrounded by friends.

A rumble woke the hunter up, eyes slowly opening to the light that flooded the world around them. It was early morning and the clouds from the day before had moved in to cover the warm sun and bring a chill to the exhausted man. He glanced to the slight movement beside his head, seeing Chamuel's feet he groaned inwards,

"Ah fuck, I forgot, gross," he shoved the others feet away from his face and sat up. Pain prickled through his arms, specifically his batting hand.

"What's'happin'?" Chamuel groaned, half asleep as Abel got to his feet. Sam and Butch had both vanished from where they were sleeping the night before.

"Wake up, we're bad hunters," Abel grunted, "we slept too long," Chamuel groggily sat up, blinking towards his friend, "what time is it?"

Abel took his phone off the charger, glancing down at the time with eyes narrowed.

"Ten am," he replies

Chamuel got up slowly, pushing the blankets off himself. His body felt as though it was made of static as he moved, pins and needles rushing under his skin.

He gasped softly, Abel turned towards him "you good?"

"Yeah sorry, just...hurting,"

"You scared the hell outta us last night! I thought you died,"

"If I'm dead you'll know," he groaned, feeling a prickle of embarrassment that his friend had been so worried.

"Are you just gonna announce it to me before you die?" Abel asked, raising an eyebrow at what the man said. Chamuel searched his pockets for his own phone before spying it charging on the coffee table.

"Oh yeah, I'll fall down and yell "Abel hey! I'm dead!" " Chamuel replied with a sarcastic tone to his voice,

"Hey man, who knows, maybe you would,"

Chamuel shook his head at the other, "you'll see my wings, when we die our wings burn up and turn to ash around our bodies,"

Abel looked surprised but didn't have a chance to ask anymore questions as Chamuel's phone was shoved into the hunters face.

"What the hell does this mean?" He asked, his face puzzled.

Abel blinked at the bright screen, taking it from the angel he looked over the message. They had received a handful of personal messages through the past few days. But this one?

"Please help," Abel read outloud, "I know this is real, I live in the town with the bar. We all know it's real. You have to help me! I don't know who else to turn too. Last night my mom was attacked, she hasn't been the same since. She's bleeding this black muck, I don't know who else to turn too."

Attached to the message was an address, Abel glanced at the time it had been sent. Only a few minutes ago, he felt a rush of adrenaline flash over his body.

"What do you think?" Chamuel asked, tilting his head at the hunter.

"We need to go help her," Abel replied simply, handing the phone back he went over to a backpack that was settled beside the couch. Dumping out the contents onto the table,

"We can't just go running off?" Chamuel said, "What are you doing?"

"We're not kids, Chammy. We gotta go help this girl,"

"How?" Chamuels shoulders slumped, he was still exhausted but he felt the spark of power light up the tips of his fingers just thinking about the demonic sludge.

Abel pushed aside phone chargers, a tablet, a few prescription bottles. Getting to his feet he turned to Chamuel,

"You might be the only one who can kill those things," Abel said smoothly, "Cham, you gotta help this girls mom before she turns into whatever the hell those coyotes turned into,"

They locked eyes, for a few heart beats Chamuel felt as if the intensity in the others eyes would cause him to flinch away but instead he felt a flame, as if someone had just lit something within him at that second.

"Lets go kill this thing," Chamuel agreed, grinning at the other.

Abel's smile stretched over his features, "What's it that Sam says? Gank?"

"Oh right, my bad, let's go Gank that thing!" Chamuel nodded, Abel returned the light nod as he snagged up his baseball bat. Dark blood dotted the wood of the bat, yet the silver that portruted angrily from the head glittered in the false light of the room.

***

The storm clouds grumbled above as Abel and Chamuel drove down the street, the two had collected a handful of things they thought they'd need, Salt, silver, iron, the works! Chamuel even packed a shotgun loaded with shotgun shells filled with Salt though he wasn't sure if they'd need them against the creatures they'd be facing.

"Make a left," The map app chimed,

Abel felt a cold anger rage inside his mind that matched the ever growing storm outside, silently blaming himself for the creatures taking over this small town. For all he knew more people were suffering, he had a sickening feeling that sludge had followed them from where he lived to Bobby's town.

The blasting words of Black Sabbath filled the car, his blood drumming to the beat causing him to feel energy flow over his body in a way that made him want to run a lap or two. Leaving the city behind them he drove, determined, angry. The app on his phone clocked their arrival in only thirty minutes, from what the two could see they were driving right into the storm. Towards a battle they weren't entirely sure if they were ready for. Rain dotted their windshield as they got closer to the home, Abel silently thankful Sam had let the two bring their "own" car. The beaten up truck wasn't exactly riding in style but Abel didn't mind, as it worked for what they needed.

Lightning stabbed at the sky above, thunder rumbled after as the storm raced onward. The two made it to the town, neither speaking as they anticipated what would be to come. Yet, the town seemed to be busy. A few people running with hoods up, the shops opened, the world alive in the small town. Abel was expecting the place to be in ruins at this point but then again, he wasn't sure what the sludge did to humans.

They pulled up to the home in record time, the rain was light as Abel left the driver's seat. The bat settled against his shoulder as he stared up at the two story home, a walkway with flowers raced up to the door as if inviting them to the home. Chamuel stepped out of his side, waiting for Abel to come around before the pair walked up to the door.

Chamuel knocked lightly on the red wood of the home, Abel rolled his eyes, pressing his bat into the doorbell so it would alert the people inside of their presence. There was a short silence as the men waiting only for the door to click a few seconds later, swinging inward a woman stood before them. Her eyes tired, her dark long hair pulled into a messy bun "Singers salt?" she asked, tilting her head.

"That's us!" Abel chimed, she smiled. Ushering them two into the warm home.

"This is real, right?" She whispered to the door as they stepped inside, it was warm inside. A piano settled beside a few book shelves that were lined with books of multiple languages.

At first Abel wanted to give a smart retort but looking into the girls large, fearful brown eyes caused his words to die in his throat,

"You bet," He said, giving her a smile, she seemed to visibly relax.

"Only catch is," Chamuel said, going into the bag on his back and pulling out a camera. It was older but worked for what they needed, he handed it to her.

"We need to keep this as secret as possible," He said, "Would you be willing to record us?" She took it from him, fluttering her eyes at the angel.

"Of course," she giggled at him as she held up the camera. "It's a secret but we're recording it, sounds good!"

"We want people to think it's fake as long as possible I mean," Chamuel said with a smile.

"How did you know it was real?" Abel blurted out, stepping between the two of them,

"Well, my granddad was a hunter," she said, glancing at the other, "I saw your video and it seemed too real. So me and my mom went to see the bar, see if it was real or fake like you were saying. We didn't even get to look inside before...it...got her,"

Abel tilted his head, she held the camera under her arm as she fished out her cell phone. Scrolling through it for a few short seconds she held up a picture, it was a picture of the snake like blob staring directly at the camera.

"I was going to take a video, but my mom told me to get a picture first. We'd never seen it before. We knew about the blobs attacking people but this weird….snake creature? But before I could do anything it attacked her."

"Attacked her?"

"Yeah, I tried to get it off but the monster dug into her skin," She shook her head, letting out an annoyed sigh, "I feel kind of stupid now honestly," she chuckled, "We came home to call my grand dad about it but it was too later by then. She refuses to talk to him and has been acting weird since."

"Do you think she's possessed?"

"I've seen a lot of possessions, this doesn't feel the same," She shook her head, "I even tried to do an exorcism but it didn't work,"

"Did you...say the latin right?" Abel asked, arching an eyebrow

"Course, I studied Latin in high school, french too," She insisted, "I almost went into Latin in college but decided against it."

A scream, it shook the men to the core. Abel felt the woman beside him stiffen, "She's been doing that for hours," She murmured, As if on cue a woman came trotting down the steps settled in front of them. She had a wide smile that seemed to be ripping the skin on her cheeks,

"Oh Mishka," she cooed, "Who's your friends?"

"Oh...these are…."

"Chamuel," Cham said, grinning at the smiling mother. Her hair had been buzzed off, eyes bulging out slightly, her dark skin looked to be sunken in around her face. Black sludge dripped from her nose every few seconds.

"Abel!" Abel said proudly, holding the bat behind his back, "Abel Winchester,"

The air turned cold, tense, the moms smile died. Her eye twitched lightly, opening her jaw and hacking out a "Winchester?"

"...mom?" Mishka turned the camera on, holding it up at her mother with wide eyes.

The smile returned, as if it had never vanished,

"We don't allow winchesters in here," She said in a sing-song voice.