Chapter 3: Fact or fiction?

The two got back to Bobby's with no issues or police sniffing about, Abel parked the car quickly, scrambled out of his side and made for Chamuel. He helped the half asleep angel down from the car, letting the man lean on him as they made for the beaten up home. The air was freezing, pain sparked through Abel's body as the wind made contact with his skin.

Yet he didn't stop moving, no matter how much pain burned through his skin he had to get Chamuel inside and away from any possible eyes. He didn't know who else saw the Angel but he knew at least one of those punks were going to post that video online for the world to see and the thought made his stomach churn. Abel yanked opened the door to the home, hobbling inside with the other before closing and bolting the door shut behind them.

"Salt," Chamuel said, grabbing a box that was set on the table near the door as the angel made towards the couch. He tossed the box to the other, falling onto the sofa at the same time. Abel snagged the box out of the air, opening the top with a quick motion of his hand he sprinkled the salt in front of the door. Thankful for the extra boxes of the sodium Sam had left for them earlier in the day.

Abel sighed, suddenly feeling safe in the warm home. As if on cue he suddenly realized how much pain he was in, how much glass was still in his skin. Glancing down to see the back of his hands were cut up, a few small shards of icy glass stuck out of his skin. His legs felt sore from the leaps he performed and exhaustion started to set in. His adrenaline was starting to fade as he made his way to Chamuel.

The Angel groaned as he pulled his shirt and sweater off, his wings had ripped them completely open. Tattered white feathers stuck out of the fabric, a few falling to the couch, Chamuel glanced up at Abel. He bore a large mark on his forehead that was swelling in size, causing purple marks to form around his eye, the angry color seemed to grow on the angel's skin slowly. Blood was dried on his nose and the fabric he held in his hands, he sniffled lightly.

Abel sat down next to the other, the blonde blinked at him a few times. Reaching forward he plucked a shard of glass from Abel's shoulder causing the hunter to wince.

"You should take that jacket off," Chamuel whispered,

"You gotta take me out to dinner first," Abel smirked, standing up he let the jacket fall to the floor. The back of the jacket was torn from the glass that had fallen on him, pulling his shirt off Abel let out a hiss of pain. The glass in the shirt tore his skin as he tugged the tight fabric off.

Chamuel grimaced, forcing himself to his feet despite how exhausted he felt the blonde made towards the bathroom,

"Come on!" He called to Abel,

The hunter followed after the other, trying to shake some of the glass out of his hair with a few quick head movements as they made towards the restroom. Chamuel dug into the cabinet, pulling out a first aid kit. He turned to look at Abel, the man was muscular, the scars on the hunters chest suited him well, giving the man a masculine appearance.

"Alright sit down, I gotta...sleep, man I'm so tired," Chamuel groaned,

Abel sat on the toilet, letting the angel clean up his cuts, wincing at the alcohol the man used on the parts with no glass.

"I didn't know angels slept," Abel grunted out as Chamuel started to bandage the skin that he'd cleaned up.

"I mean, I don't need to usually, but whatever...that was...it took a lot of energy"

"Wait, you didn't do that on purpose?"

Chamuel stopped his bandaging, he turned to look for the tweezers. Biting his lip nervously, he wasn't sure how to go about answering.

"Well, yes and no," he started, finding the tool he needed. Clearing his throat he started to pull the glass shards out of the man's back, the jacket and shirt had protected him from a lot of the small pieces at least.

"I mean-- when I became an archangel they told me I was given...a stronger Grace," he swallowed, trying to explain the best he could "The grace is basically my powers."

"So like," Abel winced, "You didn't have powers and now you do?"

"No, like-- it's like I was Captain America before they gave him his superpowers."

"So you had wimpy powers and now you don't?"

"I wouldn't call them wimpy," he frowned, placing the tweezers down. Pulling out a comb to get the glass out of the man's hair.

"I was-- well am, an angel of love," he whispered

"Angel of love? Like Cupid?" Abel glanced up at the man as he raced the comb through his brown locks.

"Erm, Cupid's are different. I'm similar but it's more…" he hesitated

"Look man, were stuck together. You might as well tell me!"

Chamuel shook his head, he was right they were trapped together. Placing the comb down Chamuel sat on the floor in front of the other. Glancing up at him, blue eyes sad as he spoke.

"Alright, don't interrupt me, I'm just going to dump it all on you. No jokes, no Snickers,"

"Scouts honor!"

"Scout? Yeah right,"

Abel put a hand over his mouth, shaking his head. Chamuel chuckled, letting out a breath before speaking.

"Im one of many lesser angels, we have these tasks to just-- watch over people. Yaknow? We don't have any big names, we hardly have any cool swords, powers, whatever. Well, there aren't many angels of love so I felt a little special. But one day God came to me, he said he had a plan for me. He took me from the families I was assigned to watch," Chamuel stopped, racing fingers through his hair. His head throbbing as he spoke but the look of curiosity on Abel's face made him continue.

"And he sent me to this vessel, to be-- human. I don't know why! But I was still able to do my normal stuff. As an angel of love I can manipulate emotions, I can take bad feelings and replace them with good ones. But it's only a temporary thing, and well, I have to hold those emotions until they pass naturally. Sometimes they don't pass," he whispered the last part, shaking his head and sighing.

"Anyways, I can fill about anyone with positive happy emotions, and I can also make people fall in love. Unlike Cupid though it's only temporary and it's usually not destiny. It'll just be a short time. So I became a therapist but--"

"It was too much?"

"Humans are emotional beings, but the more I stayed down here the more I wanted to help. Slowly I started to give up my Grace, I didn't think I needed it anymore. But only a few weeks ago...God came to me again,"

Abel leaned closed as if he was listening to a story and was on the edge of his seat.

"He...made me an archangel. Now I'm not just an angel of love...but of war…" his words falling quiet "how can I be an angel of love and war,"

Chamuel pulled his legs to his chest, hugging them as he leaned against the wall.

It made sense suddenly why Abel lost the panic in the middle of a panic attack.

"So you took my panic attack earlier and...gave it to yourself?" Abel asked, looking shocked,

"Yeah,"

"Why? You hardly know me? Is it because God assigned you to me?"

"No, God, I wish that was it. It's because I'm too nice,"

"A superpowered shrink huh?"

"Guess so, I've never experienced such power before though. The small exorcisms I figured out a few days before I met you but that? The anger, the power...I don't know,"

"You had giant wings, dude, you were my wingman!"

The two laughed, the air seemed to relax with the joy between the two. Abel got up from his spot on the toilet to sit beside the other, laughing as he started telling the man a story about his college days.

For a short time they chatted to each other about nothing, laughing occasionally before they decided to stumble out of the restroom. Chamuel collapsed on the couch and groaned, Abel fell down on the floor beside the couch.

"Hey, let's take a break," he chuckled, sitting up and pulling a small box from his jacket. He opened it and handed a small chocolate to Chamuel, the man ate it without a second thought.

"What was that?" He asked, making a face at the sudden strange taste that painted the inside of his mouth.

"Did you just eat something without asking what it was"

"I like getting gifts…"

Abel shook his head, laughing at the other. An hour dragged by as the men laid in their spots, slowly the marijuana in the chocolate kicked in. Dulling the pain that Chamuel felt in his head and face, making him feel as though he were floating where he laid.

Eventually both men fell silent as the medicine did it's work, the two pulling out their phones as they settled down for bed. Ever so often Chamuel would come across a picture he found funny, showing it to the other causing Abel to do the same in return. Their laughter died into the early morning as they both fell into a comfortable sleep.

Abel laid on the floor against the couch, a box of salt in reaching distance. Chamuel laid on the couch with one arm dangling only a few inches from the brunette's face. The night sky twinkled with stars, yet the darkness hid the terror that loomed over the small town. Like a predator stalking its prey a raccoon scurried past the police as they investigated the bar.

"We got a video of what happened!" Someone had told them, showing a video that was quickly dismissed as fake.

"How else would you describe what made the mess in there?"

"Suicide" the cop scoffed, pushing the patrons away.

"Suicide," a man grumbled, scratching his head, a bright red playbutton flashed on the screen of his phone before the words 'uploading' appeared.

"Let's see what the world thinks of this 'suicide',"

***

"Hey Dad, I think you might want to see this,"

Sam glanced down at his son with an arched eyebrow. He'd been teaching Dean about the basics of hunting though the kid wasn't old enough to do anything big he knew well enough that Dean would know when something wasn't "normal".

"What's up, pal?" Sam asked, sipping his coffee. "We need to head to school,"

Dean shook his head, "this was shared in my group chat," he held the phone out to Sam who watched the screen. Swallowing the bitter coffee only to feel it almost come back up in shock and panic.

On the screen, though shaky, he saw a giant creature attacking what looked to be a taller man before going after another, except, when he turned Sam knew immediately that it was Abel. He recognized the bar instantly as well, the monster tore after the hunter. Sam watched with fearful eyes as Abel threw salt on the demonic creature before a light exploded in the camera screen.

At that point the person holding the camera seemed to pull out of their hiding spot, holding the camera right on Chamuel, the camera person nearly dropped their phone as the wings kicked out, panic seared into Sam's eyes as the pink light blinded him. As the light faded he saw the monster was gone and Chamuel laid in a nest of feathers on the floor. Only a heartbeat later Abel took off to his friend, watching as Abel made towards the door only to turn and go back for Chamuel.

A very Dean thing to do, Sam thought. Abel helped balance Chamuel, letting the man lean on him as they pushed past the cameras, at this point the video ended with the camera pointed towards the pair making for an old beaten up truck.

"What was all that?" Dean asked his father,

Sam felt anger rise through him, gripping the coffee mug so tight it shattered in his hand. The pain caused him to snap back into reality. Glancing in shock at the coffee that burned the skin on his hand.

Dean looked at Sam with a horrified expression, "G-Go get ready for school," Sam whispered, Dean nodded and vanished up the stairs. Sam started to clean the coffee and bits of mug up, a storm in his mind. When he and Dean hunted, they never got caught on camera! At least, not in a video that racked up thousands of views. Pulling his own phone out he felt the knot in his stomach tighten when the first thing to pop up on his Facebook feed was the video,

"Fake or fact? Jesus returns to earth?" The title read.

"Oh shit," Sam groaned.

***

The door let out a loud angry grunt as it was unlocked and shoved open, the salt scattered away from the door as Sam stepped into the house. He first thought to go towards the bedroom but stopped, looking down at the blood on the floor he followed it to the couch.

Abel was dead asleep, snoring and curled around a box of salt as if it were a stuffed bear. Chamuels nose whistled as he slept with his leg on the back of the couch. His arm slugged over the cushions, his hand only inches from Abel's face.

"Hey!" Sam shouted, "idiots! Hey!" He clapped his hands together, both men groaned and stirred. Abel glared up at Sam, running his fingers through his hair.

"Oh if it ain't the family Guy himself!"

"Shut up, what's this?" Sam pulled out the phone, shoving it in Abel's face. The man pushed it away, sitting up and slapped chamuel's hand.

Chamuel grunted, glancing up at Sam. His right eye was completely swollen shut, his head a deep, angry purple.

"Jesus, man! You look like shit!" Abel gasped, Chamuel snorted

"Good morning to you too," wincing as he touched his head.

"What happened to stay inside Bobby's house," Sam snapped, turning the volume up on his phone so they could hear the sounds of the monster wailing and Abel yelling for Cham.

"We just wanted one drink," Abel chimed up, "besides it's fine we killed it,"

"Yeah in front of a camera!"

"In our defense," Chamuel spoke up, "everyone has a camera nowadays. Better cameras than ever actually!"

Sam shook his head, running his fingers through his hair. Feeling his hair grey just from the conversation he was having with the duo.

"You could have exposed the entire world to everything, what if people recognize you?"

Abel and Chamuel fell silent, neither of the two had been too worried about it but now in the new day they knew they'd have to figure something out.

"I can't even help you with this," Sam continued, "I didn't have this kind of problem as a hunter. Yeah sometimes people got it in camera but this?"

He pointing to the view count as it rose, "isn't something I was prepared for,"

Abel got to his feet slowly, his back sparked in pain. Maybe sleeping on the floor was a bad idea, he mused to himself as he hunted for a shirt, pulling an old band shirt from his bag,

"Look, I got a plan, but you're not gonna like it," Abel said, Chamuel fell back onto the sofa with a groan.

"I absolutely hate you," Chamuel groaned, "don't tell him that,"

"What is it?" Sam arched an eyebrow, noticing the small look the two shot each other. For a second he could almost see the bond the two were slowly forming.

"Alright, we tell everyone it's fake,"

Silence, Abel could almost hear the anger crackling through Sam.

"We….tell everyone it's fake?"

"Well when you say it like that it sounds stupid" Abel pointed out,

Chamuel sat up now, shaking his head.

"Look, the internet isn't some search machine anymore like when you were a kid, yaknow, when dinosaurs walked the earth,"

Sam snorted but didn't say anything, Abel went to his phone that was charging in the wall beside Chams. Turning it on he made for the other, turning to Twitter he pointed towards the screen.

"The sun vanished?" Sam asked, looking over the account.

"It's like-- a fake story. See," he flipped to a different account, "they make up stories, toss in special effects, and people think they're cool!"

Sam blinked, the anger started to fade. He grabbed the phone, looking through some of the tweets with a look of thoughtfulness on his features.

"And some of them post really well made videos," Chamuel added,

"Yeah! And if we upload the video on here, and act as if it's one of these fake story accounts," Abel wiggled his eyebrows at Sam. Giving him a lopsided grin, leaning against the wall only to wince as his back came in contact with the wood.

"They're going to think it was all CGI?" Sam asked

"Exactly!"

"Okay, but what about the people who saw it?" Chamuel asked, standing up now to get his own phone.

"So? Some people are gonna think it's real anyways, so they just become part of the crowd! Meanwhile most everyone else thinks it's fake!"

Sam shook his head, "I don't know," he handed the device back to the brunette. Chamuel pulled a shirt from his own bag, pulling it on.

"It just seems really risky, what if people don't think it's fake?" Sam asked

"Look either we leave the video online and let people believe whatever they want, and maybe," Abel shrugged as if to add a dramatic effect to his words "more people get more videos of us, everyone has a phone now!"

Sam sighed, "let me call a friend of mine," the man groaned, "I'll see if he can get it taken down or something, until then,"

The older hunter pointed to the baseball bat, "take that, take some guns, go practice! Grab a Latin book on your way too, you'll need to learn it." Abel rolled his eyes but didn't argue, grabbing his bat he turned to the other and back to Sam.

"Yeah yeah, good luck with that, Sammy! When you want me to make that Twitter just lemme know," he gave the man a smile, Sam pulled his keys from his pocket and made for the door.

"Come on Chams," Abel called to the other, Chamuel watched Sam leave before bounding after his friend. Chamuel followed Abel into the parking lot with his eyes narrowed against the bright sun of the early afternoon. His eye burned, throbbing painfully yet he couldn't seem to heal it. For now, he felt almost powerless.

"You cool?"

Chamuel stopped, blinking down at the other. "Yeah?"

"You just…" Abel shook his head "I don't know, you seem off,"

"Well I do have the world's largest black eye,"

Abel nodded, shrugging before turning his attention back to finding the spot they'd been in yesterday.

Chamuel watched him for a bit, using his hand to cover the burning eye from the sun above. It felt as though he was being stabbed in the eye whenever he glanced near the sun.

"You know," Abel stopped again, turning on his heels "come on, I'm gonna grab you something for your eye,"

Chamuel looked surprised, tilting his head with a quizzical look on his face.

"But Sam said,"

"Ah Sam can lay an egg," Abel waved a hand into the air dismissively, "He doesn't wanna help us, Cham, he's just doing it cause the angels would kick his ass if he didn't,"

Cham didn't want to fight the other, because honestly, he felt that Abel was right. Sam sometimes spoke to them as if they were children and he could tell it irritated his friend.

"The guy hardly batted an eye at your busted up head," Abel continued as he brushed past Chamuel back towards the home.

"He probably assumed I could heal it," Chamuel pointed out, keeping up with Abel as he did so. "Angels are usually able to heal up about anything with their grace, but right now I'm a bit nerfed."

Abel entered the kitchen with Cham on his heels, going into the freezer he pulled out a bag of peas.

"Here, put this on your eyes," Abel's gaze turned soft causing a trickle of warmth to flash through the Angel as he took the frosty bag into his hands. Smiling, he never had an honest friend before. At least, not one that would risk Sam's rage to help him!

"Thanks," he whispered, leaning against the table before placing the bag against his face. The ice burned for a few heartbeats before it felt refreshing. Abel placed the bat on the table, arching an eyebrow before turning to the drawers.

"What're you doing?" Chamuel asked, watching the man with a puzzled expression.

"Ah hah!" Abel pulled an old pocket knife from one of the drawers, making his way to the bat he started to carve into the wood. Chamuel watched in silence, leaning slightly over the other to get a better view.

"Winchester, bitch?"

"Yeah, it'll be the last thing those creatures are gonna see before lights out!" Abel chuckled, Chamuel shook his head.

"Hey speaking of," taking the peas off his face, turning them over before returning them to the swollen skin "People are gonna know it's real, and those creatures don't look like they're slowing down…"

"Yeah?"

"Well…"

"Come on chammy, spit it out."

"These creatures or whatever they are-- they're gonna spread and people will realize that this isn't fake."

Abel put the knife back in the drawer, flopping down on the chair. His stomach grumbled painfully,

"Honestly? I'm not sure, but I feel like we'll cross that bridge when we get to it. At least calling it a fake will prevent panic, I mean," Abel pulled out his phone, "look at these comments from these... absolute lunatics!"

Cham bent down beside the hunter, glancing at the words that scrolled across the screen.

"Man, they're callin' you Jesus! A sign from God! But even so, most of the comments say it's fake,"

"Even if Sam had God himself take that video down I'm pretty sure everyone will still remember it and talk about it. It's out there and all we can do is...roll with the punches," Abel glanced to the other, hoping for the man's approval. They had spoken about it the night before but Chamuel could see a lot of thought had been put into since then.

"Well, alright, maybe it is a good idea,"

"Exactly! Plus Sam's hunter friends won't have to freak out, I bet they're just as nuts as some of these Yahoo's,"

"Maybe more so," Cham agreed.

"Alright then!" Abel wrapped an arm around Chamuel's shoulders, yanking him into a side hug he held the phone above their heads.

"What're..you doing?"

"Selfie! Duh! Gotta show everyone who the shows all about,"

Abel grinned at the camera, Chamuel gave a small smile. Abel smiled "I hope they use this one at our funeral," he jokes.

"Oh are we having a shared funeral?" Chamuel asked with a grin

"Yeah, we share a coffin too. Smashed together,"

"Why would we have to share a coffin?"

"You're too ugly, they have to put me in there to balance it out,"

"Least I wouldn't have to worry about anyone being at the funeral." He started, feeling anxiety pinch his skin as he started to playfully insult the other, "Even with a closed casket they could smell your BO!"

Chamuel winced lightly as be waiting for the man to get mad or defensive but instead Abel laughed, tossing a checker piece at the angel, who caught it and threw it back to him. Relief washed over the blonde,

"That's how a man's suppose to smell," Abel puffed out his chest playfully, making a fist and knocking it against himself in a dramatic fashion, causing Chamuel to stand up and ruffle his hair

"It's just unfortunate how short you are cause your smell just goes right up my nose," He teased, Abel chuckled, knocking his closed fist lightly against the Angels side.

"Shut up! You're not funny!" Abel laughed.

Chamuel smiled, feeling instantly at ease at the other man's laughter and energy.

Cham watched as Abel continued to type on his phone, tilting his head to get a better view as the man wrote information into the bio.

"Maybe don't put your last name?"

"Why?"

"Trust me,"

Abel shrugged, deleting the last name.

"Alright, it says 'Abel and Cham, Masters in CGI effects and prop design take you on a twisted tale of the end of times.' sound good?"

Chamuel arched an eyebrow at the words, playing them in his head for a few short breaths.

"Sounds like a cool book, I'd read it,"

"Now for the name!"

Abel let his head rest on the table as he stared at the "enter username" screen.

"What about…" he murmured, narrowing his eyes "raccoon killers?"

"Wow I love that," Chamuel replied with a sarcastic tone, "but maybe a name not about killing a cute furry animal?"

"What're ya? Part of Peta?"

"Plus those weird flubber creatures aren't just going after raccoons, from what I've been seeing on TV they're also taking over people,"

"Okay change it to raccoon and people killers, got it,"

"Shut up," Chamuel waved a hand in the other's direction with a snort, as if trying to wipe the shit eating grin on the hunters face.

"What about...demon...hunters?" Cham murmured,

"Angel whisperers?" Abel piped up

"You've never whispered in your life," Chamuel laughed, Abel leaned back in his chair.

"Salt…...lovers," Abel snorted, getting up and going to the fridge.

"I swear there's so much salt in this place you could single handedly wipe out the snail population," grabbing a can of beer and snapping it opened,

"Singers salt"

The voice caused Abel to jump, Chamuel looked up from the phone on the table. Sam stood in the doorway, beside the hunter stood a tall, square guy with a sprinkle of hair on his skull. Tattoos covered the man's head, running down into his shirt that almost seemed a size too small making him seem larger than he probably was.

"Singers Salt?" Abel asked the man, looking at him with a curious stare as he took a sip of the alcohol drink.

"Yeah, as in-- this place is called Singers, and ya gotta lot of salt 'round here," a soft southern twang sang in the man's voice.

"It ain't super catchy, but ain't that what'cha going for? Something to do with demons," he nodded to the salt on the table between them,

"An' something to do with huntin'"

Both Chamuel and Abel stared at him for a few heartbeats before Abel spoke again,

"So Sam, who's the genius?"

This caused the big man to turn a light shade of red on his tan skin. Putting a hand up nervously,

Sam shrugged, "This is my friend, Butch," he nodded to Butch who nodded back, "fellow hunter, computer wiz, tattoo artist!"

"Wait if you're helping us with a name does that mean…?"

"Yes," Sam sighed, "we're going with your plan,"

Abel winked at Chamuel, as if to say "told ya" before beaming at Butch.

"So is he here to help us with our Twitter?"

Sam cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

"Well, not exactly," he chuckled.

***

Chamuel sat on the bench in the garage the group had settled in, his eyes on the laptop in front of him. A PB and J sandwich in the other hand, taking bites from time to time as he worked through his new Twitter handle.

He uploaded a picture of the selfie they took, placing it as the profile picture. He had taken a few artsy pictures of salt with Abel's bat, attempting to make it seem like some sort of promotional material for their "ARG" as Abel put it. Chamuel had spent the past few hours understanding, reading and watching videos on the subject of an ARG.

"What's an ARG?" Chamuel had asked Abel,

"Alternate reality game, basically, it's fake shit in real life that people can interact with in real time,"

"So we'll have to interact with people?"

"Naw we can just fake it all,"

The hunter seemed pretty sure of himself but then again the man could convince a Fisher to buy fish. Chamuel thought as he continued with his work.

"Damn that stings," Abel grumbled, he was sitting in a black, plastic covered chair, it had long arms that were propped out on either side of it, Abel's forearm was resting against one of the chairs appendage.

Butch was starting down at Abel's forearm, tattoo gun in hand as he etched a symbol on the hunters skin.

"You sure it's fine on the arm?" Sam asked, watching from a short distance.

"'s fine," the man replied, glancing at Sam for a few seconds before going back. "Abel's chest has some stretch marks that might make the lines less straight. Can't have any chances, yaknow?" His deep voice warm, easing Sam's anxieties.

"So this'll prevent me from being possessed?" Abel looked at the large mark on his arm. A pentagram settled between two circles, a fire like design races around the outside circle.

"Yep! Every hunter gets one," Sam pulled down his shirt to show the old tattoo on his chest,

"Damn, man, least we could have done it in a shop,"

"You're getting a free tattoo," Chamuel pointed out, "you're next," Abel replied with a smirk.

"Actually he's not, he's an angel, the guy can't get possessed," Sam replied, arms crossed over his chest.

Chamuel flipped Abel off, turning attention back to what he'd been doing.

"Wait, at the bar," Abel said, "that sludge hit you, and it just melted off,"

"As long as I have my Grace I'm basically safe," Chamuel said, leaning back into the lounge chair he had dragged out into the garage, shrugging. Though in the back of his mind he wondered if an anti possession symbol might be a good idea for him to get with how weak he felt.

Taking another few bites of his sandwich he focused back on the Twitter account, he had started to type out a "confession" post, stating the video belonged to their ARG. Giving "information" about it only he'd know, while uploading the video. Stating it was staged with falsified proof, a "conversation" between them and the manager via text messages.

If there was one thing he knew about hunters, Chamuel thought as he finished his food, they know how to fake things. And fake them good! Chamuel's ripped clothes from the night before were uploaded, their selfie as well as a picture of Abel in the car they used to escape. He still wasn't sure if this was all going to work but he knew he couldn't have hunters looking for him, or even normal people, his face and Abel's were all over the internet at the point as people attempted to debunk their video.

"This is it!" Chamuel said, "I'm going to upload the confession," he didn't know why he announced it, maybe he wanted them to stop him? But he knew at this point there was no stopping. It was either act the part till they couldn't anymore or constantly hide from curious and possibly evil eyes.

Abel hissed painfully as Butch Contiued moving the needles into his skin skillfully. "I'll retweet it," Butch grunted,

"Soon as ah'm done here, I follow all the big hunters. They'll help spread it 'round. They hate fakes," Chamuel nodded at the man, wondering how large the hunting circle was now with the amount of social media they had nowadays.

He published the post, sitting back and letting out a breath. What felt like hours but could only be a few long heart beats the large southern man sat back, placing the needle down and pulling off a glove. He turned in his chair, plucking his cell phone from the table. Abel watched as Butch went into his own Twitter, followed SingersSalt and retweeted,

"I knew this was fake! Stupid kids, you can see how fake that CGI is." He put a thumbs down emoji, hitting send he returned to the hunter.

"That'll do it! Sam you should retweet it too,"

Sam glanced up, he seemed to have been lost in thought as everything happened around him, blinking in confusion at Butch.

"I don't have an account," Sams voice holding a hint of confusion.

"I don't have anything interesting to say,"

"Neither does anyone else, but everyone's on there," Abel laughed, wincing as the needle dug back into his skin.

***

The bed under him felt warm, comfortable. Yet he couldn't seem to sleep, green eyes staring into the ceiling. His arm burned from the tattoo he had been give but the pain didn't bother him much, he was sleeping in the guest bedroom of Butch's home. It was a large house with three stories, the guy had bought it to help hunters have a place to stay while driving long distances without needing to pay for a motel. Butch had tweeted out about the video on his business account, knowing itd get around but Abel couldn't help feel an anxious claw running down his spin causing him to shutter as though cold.

Sitting up he turned on his phone, he and Chamuel promised not to check on their account till the morning.

"If we keep checking we'll get too caught up on views and it'll make use anxious" he had said, "if we check in the morning we'll know if it's viral or not,"

"What if it's not?" Sam had asked as they sat around a table eating pizza, Abel staring at the Twitter account as If his gaze could cause more people to see his tweet.

"We'll just have to keep retweeting it I guess," Chamuel said, snatching the phone from Abel,

"Hey!"

"Patience,"

"You won't be so patient when my foots in your ass," Abel snapped,

Abel let out a sigh as he rolled in his bed and got to his feet, flipping the light on he grabbed his bat, slipping on his shoes and throwing on his jacket. He and Chamuel had gone to a local thrift store to load up on clothes they knew they might not be able to keep clean. There Abel had found an army green jacket, so similar to his other it was scary! Except this jacket had padding, an extra warmth to it.

Might as well practice my swing he thought to himself as he left the room, walking through the hallway that led to a staircase. The wooden floors creaked softly into the quiet wind that moved lazily through the home. Each step felt like gunfire to Abel who didn't want to wake anyone else in the home. Passing a door and bathroom he came to the stairs, they were behind a heavy wooden door, and when he opened the exit the smell of dust hit him hard. During the day, and when the lights were on, the stairs seemed completely normal; but at night they were ominous. As he stared down the gaping, black hole he pulled his phone out. Turning the flashlight on it cut into the darkness, scaring the shadows into the corners.

Abel started down the steps, closing the door behind him as he went. He felt around for a light switch but shrugged when he couldn't find it. His phone light was strong, he had a baseball bat, fear wasn't something he felt at the moment. But discomfort? Making his way down to the next door, each step let out a soft groan of pain as he moved onward.

He got to the bottom of the stairs, a door leading into the second floor. He felt the hair on the back of his neck prickle, shaking his head. This was Chamuel's floor, probably the safest floor in the house.

Pushing into the door, it opened with a small creaking. He slowly made past the angel's open door, glancing in to see the angel's figure curled under his blankets. Abel pulled the door shut, making past a few more doors before grabbing the handle of the staircase.

That's when he felt it, the prickle again. Turning his head quickly, as if he could catch the figure of something or someone before it disappears. Yet the hall behind him was empty, shaking his head.

"Come on, man, suck it up," he told himself, grabbing the door knob he walked into the next set of stairs. Shutting the door behind him, he started downward. Holding his bat tight, his phone light continued to torch the darkness. He was almost halfway down the steps when he heard it, a foot step. Abel could feel a presence close behind him, another footstep. Gripping his bat he turned on his heels, shining his light.

Eyes growing wide as he saw a figure glaring down at him. It's pure black body almost looked like vapor, eyes a bright white, from the way they curved he could tell the creature was smiling. His heart stopped, he dropped his phone by the surprise of such a thing. The light of his phone was now beaming bright up at him. Abel cursed, leaning down to grab the phone, it's light cut out. Leaving him in the darkness, he quickly snatched the phone and turned it on.

Opening the camera app with a quick movement and aimed the flashlight back to the stairs. It was gone.

Abel blinked in surprise,

"I must be seein' things," he whispered, wiping some dust off the screen causing the camera to turn around so it didn't face the stairs anymore but his own face.

"Hey good looking" he joked, only to let out a started Yelp as the creature appeared behind him. Swinging his bat he connected it with the wall,

Shit.

He knew the noise would definitely be waking everyone up but maybe at this point it was a good thing? His phone died.

Double shit

He knew it was fully charged so it's death shocked him, as if on cue an inhuman scream came from.the top of the stairs. The sound of running feet on wood filled the small hallway. Abel gasped, scrambling to the door. He grabbed the knob and froze. It didn't budge as if it was frozen solid.

Triple shit

He heard another scream from the creature, Abel turned towards the noise and brought the bat down. He could just make out it's form as it bore down on him. The bat raced through the creature causing it to scream in agony and vanish just inches from his face. He could feel the cold wisps of its vapor cool his cheeks.

"Abel!"

The door to the stairs flew open on the second floor, light flooded the hallway as Chamuel stepped into the stairs with a phone in hand.

"Are you okay? What are you doing?" He whispered,

"You didn't hear that?"

"What? I heard someone running down the stairs, was that you?"

He looked shocked, he made his way up towards his friend and pushed him back into the second floor.

"What the hell?"

Abel continued to push Chamuel back to his room,

"Dude you have to see this," he felt a rush of fear and excitement. He never in his life would have guessed this stuff was real, and now, only a few days later, he was best friends with an Angel and just hit a ghost with a bat! Chamuel didn't argue though he gave the hunter an annoyed glare as the two made for chamuel's room. Flipping the light on Abel and Cham sat on the bed.

Abel turned his phone back on, huffing "I knew it wasn't dead, full batteries!"

"What?"

"It took my batteries-- nevermind just watch this,"

Abel went into his videos, pulling it up for the Angel to watch. Chamuel rubbed his eyes as he attempted to will away his desire to sleep, only for the feeling of exhaustion to vanish almost instantly as he watched the demon show it's face on the camera.

"What is that?" Chamuel asked, "I've never seen anything like it,"

"Me either, but I have a feeling it's not friendly," Abel replied

"Did you come up with that deduction on your own, Sherlock?"

"Sure did, Watson! And the best part? We got more content,"

Chamuel rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he looked the creature over. Why was it here? How did it find them?

"We should show Sam, maybe he'll know,"

"Yeah well do that, after we upload this!"

"We should probably do it right now,"

"Ah, he needs his beauty rest," Abel waved a hand in the air dismissively.

"Besides," Abel pulled the laptop from the desk to the bed beside it, feeling safe with Chamuel next to him he allowed himself to relax as he signed into their Twitter account. Chamuel leaned over the other, getting a better view as the hunter typed a cryptic message into the post.

"You're not always alone, keep an eye out for," he paused in his typing,

"This thing needs a name,"

"Demon,"

"No,"

"Shadow demon"

"Stop"

Abel shook his head, "I got it," he whispered, going back to typing.

"Keep an eye out for the phantom Spector!" He hit the upload button and sat back.

"Don't those two words mean the same thing?" Chamuel asked, chuckling as he eyed the notification bar. It had a green dot on it signifying they had something happening on their account.

"Yeah well, sounds cool." Abel followed the other gaze, the two glanced at each other before Abel moved his hand over the dot and clicked. They were immediately overwhelmed with questions, notifications, retweets, their inbox was practically exploding with interest. Both Abel and Chamuel's jaws dropped, Abel felt a weight lifting from his shoulders. It had gone viral. Something he had never expected to happen so quickly! But then again, it was them in the video.

"Well, that worked out better than expected," Abel mused, glancing at his friend with a lopsided grin.

Chamuel still seemed worried as his eyes danced over the screen, eyebrows pinched together as he scrolled through some of the comments, a few comments mentioning how impossible the effects would be, swearing it was read. Yet the rest all seemed to be swallowing the lie easy, Abel laid back into the back with a grunt. A smile on his face, Chamuel followed the other laying beside him.

"So, what now?" Cham asked,

Abel turned his head to look at Chamuel, shrugging lightly,

"Try not to die?"

Chamuel nodded, turning to look at the other, "Sounds like a good plan to me,"