Adam hadn’t intended this to happen. It was supposed to be like any other extermination, get in, kill a bunch of demons, get out. But instead he had been nearly killed by Charlie fucking morningstar.

Now he sat in an alleyway, stranded, without his allies, and bleeding to death. When you found him. Huddled against a trash can, holding his chest where he had been stabbed, golden liquid pooling under his palm.