Jamie Robin's POV
I went into the warehouse. The plan was to deactivate the sigils and rescue my Godson. I ran into a demon after defacing the first sigil. I drew out my angel blade and started chasing him until I reached a dead end room. The door closed behind me, and, since I saw no better way of opening it, I ran to the door in an attempt to open it.
"You know there's a better way to open that?" I hear someone say. I spin around and find a very familiar demon, "Hey, Riley."
"It's Jamie Robin, now, Marax!" I say to him, "I'm not the same as when I was a youngling."
Marax walked up to me, "I notice that. You look ravishing."
"Mar," I say gently, "you know I'm not into you. I may be bi, but I'm way out of your league."
"You've told me," he says, "Countless times."
He tries to grab my hand; I immediately swing my blade at him. He chuckles and backs away, "Get away or leave, Marax!"
Marax teleports away to Chuck knows where. I go out to the hall and bump into Nic.
"Did we get them all?" Nic asks me.
"I think so," I reply. I look around quickly and look back at Nic, "You find the Winchesters. I'll go get Callie and the others." Nic nods in understanding. I go to find Callie. We found each other in the middle of a hallway when we heard a shout of pain, "ALEX!" I start running in the direction of which the shout came from. I hear struggling and force myself to go faster. I hear the footsteps of Callie behind me and those of the Winchesters. When I make it to the room, I see Nic, "Alex! Nic!" I see a demon attacking her. I shoot the demon and help get Alex out of the room. I notice that Alex is still in pain, however. He claimed to be okay, but he fainted promptly after. I sent Nic back to find the last sigil. She eventually does and comes back. Gabe takes his son back to the bunker for healing, and the rest of us stay back and heal up. We drive back home to the bunker. There was no way Marax would get off with all the torture he did to my Godson!
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