presence. "What are you doing here?" He asked back, hands sliding into his jean pockets because he didn't know what to do with them.

"Dinner and a few beers." He replied honestly. Even though he didn't need the food, John could never resist a good hamburger.

"There's a case a few towns over, I'm headed in that direction and needed to stop and stretch my legs."

He warily eyed Michael but said nothing about the archangels

John had heard of her even when they were both alive.

He slowly approached and freed her from her chains. "You're Bela?" He knew the answer. He'd also seen her around his boys.

John noticed two demons leaving one of the chambers. They seemed pretty pleased with themselves and didn't really pay John much attention as they passed one another.

He walked into the chamber, plagued by curiosity. That's when he saw her. Bela Talbot, she was a pretty well known occult thief and

John heard the screams around him, poor damned souls who were being tortured physically or psychologically. He looked at his feet, shoulders sagging with exhaustion.

It was his fault his was in this predicament so he made every attempt not to complain about it.

The further down the hall he got

deliver some food. She'd winked at John before he got up and went over slowly.

"Adam." He said slowly, then his gaze went to Michael. "And Michael." He said, making sure they both knew he could see him.

He rubbed the back of his head, unsure of how to continue.

John had been flirting with a waitress nearby when he heard a voice he couldn't have forgotten even if he'd been in Hell for a million years.

He turned and looked over his shoulder. Adam sat there, and because John was a demon, he could see Michael sitting across from Adam.

The waitress had to go