My Inner Demon has Angel wings (Supernatural Fanfic)

|2| ...Angel?

I lay in my cheap motel room, sprawled on the bed, gazing at the pain-chipped roof.

Who was that? The guy in the trench coat? FBI? A random stalker?

I shudder at the thought, closing my eyes briefly. It must of been nothing, I remind myself. Nothing at all.

That night, I sleep restlessly, my mind constantly awake. When I do a job, and someone dies because I couldn't save them...well, it keeps me up.

Sometime through the night, I hear a noise.

I sit up, eyes scanning the small room. I immediately grab my gun, turning safety off and standing. I scan the room, keeping my breaths soft and even. I grip the gun, hearing something in the bathroom. I grit my teeth, swapping my gun for a knife. If there's an intruder, the last thing I need is a gun shot attracting police attention.

I put my back against the door to the bathroom, gripping the weapon. I count to three in my head before bursting through the door, weapon up and ready to use.

A ratty shower, sink and toilet. But no intruder.

I sigh, letting my raised arm drop to my side.

I'm paranoid, I think to myself.

Something then suddenly taps my shoulder, making fear stab through my chest. I spin, thrusting the knife up into the persons gut before pushing them back.

He stumbles slightly, but not far. He stands there, looking at me like I just hurt his feelings.

I gape at who it is.

It's that guy from the bar; the one with the trench coat.

He pulls out the knife, dropping it to the floor as if it were a mere speck of dirt. I gasp, backing up slightly.

What is he? A shifter? A vampire? Demon?

"Hello" he says. "My name is Castiel. I am an angel."

I reach for my gun, raising it in front of me, aimed at the man. But then by an invisible force, it is pulled from my hands and into his. He inspects the gun before throwing it onto the bed.

"Evangeline Mortem" he says. "There is no need to be violent. I am an angel."

"You've said that already" I spit. "But there's no such thing as angels."

"There has to be" he says. "Because I am one."

"Bullshit."

"There's no need to use--"

I thrust a fist at him, striking him in the jaw. But as soon as my fist connects with him, he is gone as if he was never there.

What? Where--

"There is no need for violence Evangeline Mortem."

I gasp and whirl around to see the guy behind me, his blue eyes gazing into mine. Something stirs within me, and I breathe heavily to calm myself down. I quickly grab a small squeezy bottle of holy water that I keep in my jacket, squirting it on him. He flinches, squinting as it lathers his face, not burning him at all. I drop the bottle, eyes wide.

Angel?

"That's impossible" I say. "A-Angels don't exist."

He grabs my gun from the bed, walking over to me. He steps forward, his gaze warm and...kind. He tilts his head to the side. "I know it's hard to believe. One of my friends had a hard time believing I was an angel. But that's what I am. And I need your help."

He holds out my gun, and I eye it for a moment before taking it.

I pause. "Help with what?"

He turns around. "There is a weapon on earth I must find before Crowley or anyone else gets their hands on it."