Someone To Watch Over Me
Jun. 1st, 2014 05:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mrkillershadesKeeping the Winchesters, even one of them, out of trouble for any length of time wasn't a job for one angel. They needed a whole damn squad for that, but seeing as they were a little short on that...well, it was just one broken angel tonight. Maybe half an angel. Two-thirds at most, Saul figured, these days with the shape he was in. Still enough for some things, at least, but not at the top of his game.
It didn't help that Abaddon's new recruit fodder was smarter than the usual grunt. This team was working in concert, using modern tech, actually taking advantage of the territory. Saul would almost applaud them if his arms weren't already full of their lookout's corpse. Sorry, buddy. At least the hell-ride's over now. Usually, they were thugs, but the redheaded hell-whore had, apparently, started lining up thugs with tactics.
Like sniper rifles, because while they weren't much good against angels, they worked just fine against humans like Sam Winchester.
The professional hitman whose body Saul inhabited just looked on with amusement. Like all the other angels that had been expelled from Heaven when the Gates slammed shut, Saul had been forced to find a host very quickly, and the one that he'd wound up with had been...well, okay, kind of an unconventional choice. It was lucky that the guy had a weird sense of humor, to say yes in the first place. It was a tenuous arrangement and Saul was sure he could get the boot at any time, but it was better than drifting helplessly, and for the time being, they seemed to be getting along okay. Saul didn't have to shove the man's consciousness in a psychic lockbox, and could draw on his experience and knowledge instead, which was incredibly helpful.
And, well, even Heaven had its hitters. So they had at least that much in common. A lot of angels that wouldn't normally be out and around were now free because of the Fall, and Saul was one of them. For better or worse, with his wings charred down to nothing and doing errand boy duty for one of the very few angels left that he trusted not to shank him if he turned his back on them. Tophiel might be a bit...stiff, but his word could be relied on, and he'd helped Saul heal as much as he was going to without getting back to heaven.
So, in return for that, a favor: take a shift babysitting these two while Tophiel handled whatever else he was up to. Or whichever one of the brothers was, at the moment, the least guarded/most likely to get into trouble on their own at any given moment.
Plus, making at least a small dent in the opposition, which was something Saul was very well suited to. Letting the smoking corpse down to the ground and slipping his blade back into his sleeve, he silently dropped down the metal cageway of the fire escape to the ground, moving to keep his charge in sight.
It didn't help that Abaddon's new recruit fodder was smarter than the usual grunt. This team was working in concert, using modern tech, actually taking advantage of the territory. Saul would almost applaud them if his arms weren't already full of their lookout's corpse. Sorry, buddy. At least the hell-ride's over now. Usually, they were thugs, but the redheaded hell-whore had, apparently, started lining up thugs with tactics.
Like sniper rifles, because while they weren't much good against angels, they worked just fine against humans like Sam Winchester.
The professional hitman whose body Saul inhabited just looked on with amusement. Like all the other angels that had been expelled from Heaven when the Gates slammed shut, Saul had been forced to find a host very quickly, and the one that he'd wound up with had been...well, okay, kind of an unconventional choice. It was lucky that the guy had a weird sense of humor, to say yes in the first place. It was a tenuous arrangement and Saul was sure he could get the boot at any time, but it was better than drifting helplessly, and for the time being, they seemed to be getting along okay. Saul didn't have to shove the man's consciousness in a psychic lockbox, and could draw on his experience and knowledge instead, which was incredibly helpful.
And, well, even Heaven had its hitters. So they had at least that much in common. A lot of angels that wouldn't normally be out and around were now free because of the Fall, and Saul was one of them. For better or worse, with his wings charred down to nothing and doing errand boy duty for one of the very few angels left that he trusted not to shank him if he turned his back on them. Tophiel might be a bit...stiff, but his word could be relied on, and he'd helped Saul heal as much as he was going to without getting back to heaven.
So, in return for that, a favor: take a shift babysitting these two while Tophiel handled whatever else he was up to. Or whichever one of the brothers was, at the moment, the least guarded/most likely to get into trouble on their own at any given moment.
Plus, making at least a small dent in the opposition, which was something Saul was very well suited to. Letting the smoking corpse down to the ground and slipping his blade back into his sleeve, he silently dropped down the metal cageway of the fire escape to the ground, moving to keep his charge in sight.
