Angels. That's what they called themselves. The little grace filled souls that invaded earth not that long ago.

Only one thing was running through my mind though. Get them out. I turned to Amelia and Claire as I heard the Angels coming closer.

"I need you two to get out now. I'll distract them long enough for the both of you to get to a car." I said. Amelia looked at me like I was crazy and grabbed my arm, Claire clinging to her side.

"I'm not leaving here without you! Jimmy, please, we can all make it." She pleaded but I shook my head. There wasn't enough time for us all to make it. I smiled faintly and kissed her for possibly the last time. I pulled back and kneeled in front of my daughter, a tear slipped down her cheek. I wiped it away then pulled her in for a hug.

"Listen to your mother, always listen to her. I love you, baby." I whispered as I pulled away. She nodded shakily as a sob escaped from her throat.

"I love you too daddy." Claire said quietly through tears. The Angels were closer now, too close for comfort.

"Go!" I whispered and ran towards the noise the Angels were making. Then, all of a sudden, I was surrounded. I pulled the silver blade, which I had gotten from one of Angels I had killed, out and held it in front of me. An Angel with dark brown skin came closer with his hands out in front of him, he was trying to calm me down. His eyes looked like they had blue smoke behind the irises, as all the Angels did.

"Now, now. There's no need to hurt anybody. We do not wish to harm you." He said but it sounded false. Like he had rehearsed it over and over again until it sounded somewhat believable. I shakily pointed the blade in his direction and he raised an eyebrow.

"You can't have my body." I hissed at him, "None of you either!" I yelled at the rest of them. There was at least seven of them and only one of me, with the dark skinned Angel being the biggest. A skinny Angel, an older teenager by the look of him, stepped forward and smiled kindly, the kindest I'd seen any of them smile.

"Come on now. We do not wish to harm you, as Uriel said. Please, we can help you." Skinny Angel said. When he said it, it sounded real. Tears started to well up in my eyes and I fixed my grip on the blade.

"You can't help me." I whispered. I lunged forward and stabbed Uriel's shoulder, he grunted in pain and stepped back. I turned on the skinny Angel and slashed at his chest, he stepped out of reach and I shot past him. I ran as fast as my legs and adrenaline could carry me and when I came to a staircase I shot up the steps three at a time, with the Angels on my tail. I came up into a long corridor and turned towards the longest part of it. When I got to the end of it I was met with a dead end. I looked around quickly and saw a door that led to a room, I shot into it and slammed the door shut. I quickly got a chair and put it under the doorknob. I needed to think fast because the chair wasn't going to last very long. I was out of time, options, and ideas. I tucked the Angel blade into my pocket and ran my fingers through my hair.

"I'm gonna die here, oh, wait, no. I'm not gonna die here because they'll just give my body to another Angel before I die, god this sucks." I said hysterically to myself. Then I caught sight of the window to my left and my body immediately sprung into action. I rushed to the window and looked down, I was at least four stories high. I sighed heavily, unlatched the window, and pulled it open. I stuck my head out and looked at the city, I would never see it again.

"I know you're in there Jimmy Novak!" Came the boom of Uriel's voice from the other side of the door. Then he started to ram into the door, shaking me, and the whole building, to the core. I quickly said a prayer to the God I had always believed in and swung my legs out over the window sill. This fall was enough to kill me, it had to be. I breathed in deeply and hardened my gaze. I might as well leave the Angel, who was going to take my body, a memory.

"Listen here, Angel. I love my family more than anything in the world, more than my own life in fact. So, you need to keep my secrets safe, for their sake." I took another shaky breath as Uriel and the others tried to break down the door, "Please, please protect them, they're the only family I have left. God, I hope you actually care enough to actually listen to me." Then the door crashed into the room and there stood Uriel, looking very homicidal.

"You little piece of trash. Your species is so tedious." Uriel hissed. I took a deep breath and launched myself into the air. My life didn't flash before my eyes, I only saw a steady picture of my wife and daughter. I would miss them and they would cry over my not coming home, they wouldn't even have a body to cry over. I closed my eyes, tears slipping out easily.

We'll meet again sweet wife and daughter of mine. But not too soon, right? Was my last thought before I died. Before I hit the concrete. Before my heart stopped beating. Before the Angels carted me away.

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"Well, at least he won't resist now." Uriel said dryly as they carted the body of Jimmy Novak away to be healed and occupied. Samandriel glared darkly at the dark skinned Angel in front of him.

"Raphael wanted him to be captured alive, Uriel. He's not going to be happy about this." Samandriel growled lowly but Uriel shook it off.

"We'll have Jimmy's body occupied when it's healed and have the Angel occupying him sift through the vessel's memories. It will be fine, Samandriel." Uriel chided. Samandriel huffed out a breath and slumped slightly.

"It's the best we can do in our situation. But you will be the one to tell Raphael of the failed mission." Samandriel said, voice practically dripping in misery. Uriel patted him on the back swiftly.

"We'll put one of our best Angels in Jimmy's body." Uriel said calmly, trying to cover up an emotion that Samandriel didn't know. Samandriel cocked his head to the side in confusion.

"And who would that be?" He asked curiously. Uriel looked at him with a hardened gaze and Samandriel realized the emotion was pure hatred.

"Unfortunately, it's one of the Angels that I never had any care for." Samandriel looked at him with pure curiosity and Uriel huffed slightly.

"Castiel."