You were special. Part demon, part angel. A true phenomena among exorcist and psychic parts

But John didn’t care. Your sight and visions were helpful when it came to exorcizing the wrong he found in his journeys. You were like a guardian in a way to him

You always knew when a spirit was following or lingering, sometimes even before he did and that came in handy. He also knew you had your own lingering spirits. He’d seen them. But never talked about them

Occasionally you would shift to the other side. To hell. You couldn’t help it. It came natural with your demon side

Currently it was storming out. You, Chas and John were stuck in an old dusty library. You had been wandering looking through books and Chas was just sitting at the table with John when your pupils flashed gold and you groaned; Gabriel was here. You could hear them (she/him. No specific gender) talking with John, Chas watching. It was not that you hated each other (Gabriel) you just never quite got along. You had your good moments with each other but they were usually bland or quiet

You closed a book you had picked up, looking through the cracks and listening in on their conversation silently