You woke up in a cold sweat after a particularly vivid nightmare. You sighed, pulling your phone from the nightstand next to your bed. 1:34 A.M. . Still early, but you knew at least one angel you knew had to be up.

You skimmed through your contacts. Sera, Emily, Michael... Adam. You frowned, knowing Sera had Emily in bed pretty early, and she couldn't help you with your nightmare. Michael goes to bed strictly at 9:00 PM, and Sera would get mad you were awake. You stared at Adam's contact, hesitantly opening the messages app. You knew he'd just gotten back from a band concert and was most likely awake.

[TEXT TO HIM]: "I can't sleep."

He replied almost immediately with a photo of him chomping on some ribs, deadpan into the camera.

[TEXT FROM HIM]: "I can."

You sighed and flopped back onto your bed, closing your eyes to try and sleep. Though, right before you could, you heard your front door open very loudly and some incoherent shouting. You got up and rushed downstairs, your wings flapping nervously behind your back. Adam had come in and sat down on your couch, watching something on your TV with a plate of Ribs with him.

"What's up with your shitty show selection?"