Blood and Angels

Not One For Praying

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0v_DKG4Nec0 (Song to go with the part) Not One For Praying- Destiel Fansong

"Hey, Al, I'm- are you okay?" He asked, shucking off his jacket and throwing the keys on the coffee table. He sat down next to her, and she involuntarily threw herself into his arms. He hugged her silently for a while. "What happened?"

"David was home. He... he was drunk and he had a belt, and some broken glass, and..." Alex couldn't finish the sentence. Sobs racked her body and Damian's grip on her tightened.

"You should've let me come with you." He said. Her tears started up again as she buried her face in his shirt. It was more comforting than she thought it would be. "Come on," he said, "let's get you cleaned up."

He helped her up off the couch and guided her over to the kitchen, where he found a washcloth and ran it under cold water, holding it up to her head, wiping the blood and sweat from her forehead. She breathed in and out slowly, her breath shaking, trying to collect her nerves. Damian didn't speak much, except to ask questions about what she needed and telling her to hold things on her forehead or lip.

"Are you going to be okay?" He asked her.

Alex met his eyes. "I don't know. Eventually I will, but I'll never go back there again. I'll start new here. Get a job, get out of your apartment eventually. I'll manage." She said with a determined tone.

"Stop with that. You don't have to get out of my place- you're fine here. Besides, you're in no shape to go. Not for a while. I'm happy to have you here." He said, brushing her hair out of her face. Her brow was wet with cold water from the washcloth. "You're so strong, Alex. I admire you for that, but you've got to slow down and let it out sometimes." He advised her.

Alex considered this. She supposed he was right. She took a deep breath and began to sob again. There was no way she could've held that in much longer. Damian took her into his arms again, letting her cry on his shoulder. "That's right, good." He cooed softly, running his hands through her hair. "Let it out." 

They stood like that, rocking back and forth in each other's arms for several minutes before Alex ran out of tears. At that point, she was just gasping for air, her shoulders shaking from a tearless cry. Eventually, Damian broke the silence that had been going on for a long time now.

"Hey, look at me," he said, lifting her chin so that her eyes met his, "you'll be okay. You'll get through this, I promise."

"How could you possibly be sure?" She asked.

"I know for a fact," he began slowly, "that there's a little bit of Hell even in Heaven." 

"How?" She said, confusion now overruling her overwhelming feeling of sadness.

"I just do." He informed her, not even a hint of doubt in his voice. He leaned in. The next thing Alex knew, there wasn't even an ounce of sadness left in her because Damian had come to the rescue too many times to count. She'd known him for a month or so now, which wasn't much time, but she already trusted him like she'd known him her entire life. His lips met hers and she knew he tasted the blood on her lip that David had put there.

No, she couldn't think about David. In fact, all thoughts of her father melted away as he lifted her up from the ground and set her on the counter, standing off to her side as he kissed her slowly, softly, sweetly.