._.__.~Felicity~.__._.

I flew to Gerald's apartment, making sure I was invisible. I must've been, since he didn't take notice to me as he sat on his couch watching TV; a beer can in one hand, the remote in the other.

It was a cluttered hellhole in there. It was like he hoarded mold. There was week old food lying around, clothes scattered across the floor, even cockroaches were skittering about. No wonder Linda decided to skip town.

There was nothing that seemed to imply anything supernatural. He was a human slob as far as I could tell. I searched through his other rooms, until I found his bedroom. It was a disaster area. Though it wasn't quite as bad as the living room, probably since Linda had to sleep in there.

I scoured the room in search of anything weird, and I didn't find much. Until I went to the closet. I opened the doors and found a Wiccan paradise.

There were photos of women with red X's in all of them, except one. And I deducted her ass off.

Mid 20s; unmarried; divorced, however; two children; one dog, golden retriever, probably around a year old.

I would have to find her to deduct more; pictures gave you the basics, but I needed more.

Amongst the pictures were satanic symbols, most of which I didn't recognize. Some of these were used as warding symbols. Perhaps one of these two were practicing their witchcraft. Though, judging by the quality of the symbols, they were amateurs.

There were an assortment of white candles, their wicks burnt out, implying they'd been lit. Perhaps one of them cast a spell? Were there hex bags at play here?

I whipped my cell from my pocket and texted Dean, rather than calling him. That felt like the easiest way to go about it.

F: Found Wiccan symbols. Could be witchcraft. Possible murders. 3. Can't confirm anything. Going to research to find out details.
FS

I sent the text and shoved my cell back in my pocket. I did a quick once over in there and in the other rooms, and was ready to go. Until I heard a devilish voice behind me.

"Hello, stranger." He greeted.

I froze for a moment. I clenched my fists so tight, I was sure my knuckles had whitened. I turned to face the one I hoped I'd never have to see again. But I knew I'd have to eventually.

Through gritted teeth, I replied, "Hello, Django."

"Having fun with those wings, are we?" He grinned smugly.

"Why?" Was all I asked.

He chuckled, a sound that at one point made my heart flutter. Now it just sickened me to the core. "Sorry, sweetie. Gonna have to narrow that down for me."

"Don't. Call. Me. Sweetie." I growled.

"Why what, darling?"

I breathed deeply, trying not to fall for his little mind games. "Why did you do this to me?"

"I thought I was doing you a favor."

I gagged a little, but not so much that it was noticeable. "A favor?"

"Well, now you're one of the most powerful beings on earth. As powerful as an archangel, even."

"Yeah, but it was all for the sake of your lover. I know about Zozo. How you were sleeping with her. A goddamn demon."

"Don't be such a racist. Love is a strange and powerful thing. Nobody ever said it had to make sense."

"You are sick. Castiel was right; heaven shouldn't be ruled by such a psychopath."

"I am not a psychopath."

"But you are. And so was Josephine, I bet."

"Don't you talk about her like that," He took a small step closet to me, but I remained rooted in place. "Don't you dare."

"If I'm as powerful as an archangel, that should mean I can kill you with a snap of my fingers." I held up my hand, the tip of my middle finger on my thumb, ready to snap.

"Go ahead. If that makes you feel better. But trust me, darling, you shouldn't kill me. Not just yet."

"And you give me one good reason why I should listen to the likes of you."

"Because once you kill me, once you get a good taste of that omnipotent power, you'll just want more. It will consume you. It will corrupt you," He paused for dramatic effect. "It will change you. Who you are inside."

"And you give me one good reason why I should trust you."

He smirked in a way that made my insides churn. "Because I know what it's like to be power hungry."

After a bit of hesitation, I lowered my hand. I chuckled softly. I bit my bottom lip.

"Fine. I'll spare you. But...."

"But what?"

"You have to do something first."

"And what would that be?"

I bit my lip again and glanced down at my shoes. I put my left foot out slightly. "Kiss my boot."

He chuckled. "Pardon?"

"Kiss. My. Boot." I sneered, sounding out each word.

"And why would I do such a thing?"

"Because if you don't, I'll snap your neck. Your choice."

He grimaced at his options. I nudged my foot closer to him. Slowly, reluctantly, he knelt down and kissed my boot.

He looked up at me, a disgusted look on his face. "And you call me a psychopath."

"Now scram." I deadpanned.

He stood straight up, looking me in the eye. "I can't wait to see you again. Our paths will cross once more, Ms. Sanders."

"And I look forward to it. Because when that does happen, I'll kill you."

After a moment, he flew out. I took a deep breath, unable to believe that was me just now. I felt so powerful, so unbeatable. It felt amazing.

I returned to my and Castiel's motel room. He had fallen asleep on the bed, reading my book of illusions. I smiled at the sight. I decided I would sleep tonight, simply because I had nothing else to do.

I slid the book out from underneath him and put it in my handbag. I realized I was still wearing Castiel's trench coat and took it off, hanging it up on the coat rack by the door.

I joined my lover in bed and held him close to me, breathing in his scent. I smiled and kissed the top of his head.

"Goodnight, Castiel." I whispered. I closed my eyes and soon drifted off to sleep.