I sat on my parents' porch awaiting their return. They had left for a business meeting and would be back any minute. I had nothing to do inside, so I waited on the porch as a feeble way to kill time.

I heard the sound of wings fluttering and expected a crow, but when I turned around, I saw a strange man.

I jumped up. "Who are you?" I asked.

"Don't worry. I come in peace. You must be Felicity Sanders."

"How do you know my name?"

"You've been having nightmares for quite some time, haven't you? That shadow just keeps on torturing you."

"Excuse me?"

"Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Django. I'm an angel of The Lord."

Before I could call him crazy, there was the sound of thunder and lightning, and Django's wings appeared as shadows against the wall of my house.

"You... you have wings." I was awestruck.

A small smile played at his lips. "I have a cure for your nightmares. I can make them disappear. Forever."

"How?" I asked skeptically.

He reached in his coat pocket and showed me a small, plastic bag. I nearly threw up in my mouth at the sight of it.

It was a blood bag.

"Just drink this. Granted, it will take time. And it's only temporary. But, with enough of this, those nightmares will cease to exist. Just like-" He snapped his fingers. "that!"

"You're insane. That's human blood!"

"Yes, yes it is. Don't worry, nobody died by it. I got this from one of those blood donation trucks. They won't even miss it."

"You want me to drink human blood?"

He chuckled. "That's what I said, isn't it?"

"You sick bastard."

He shrugged his shoulders. "Believe what you want. But it's the truth. This is the only cure for what ails you."

"You know, I outta call the cops."

"If you were gonna call the cops, you would have by now. And yet here you are, still talking to little ole me."

"I. Will. Never drink human blood."

"Then you. Will. Never find peace. Those nightmares will keep coming for you. They'll keep coming, and coming, and coming, until it kills you. You don't want that, do you?"

"You're a real charmer, you know that?"

"You know what? You're right. If you're gonna pitch the idea of vampirism to a girl in her early twenties, you've gotta do it right."

I rolled my eyes, refusing to succumb to his charisma.

"So, I've heard that you're going through some troubles? Nightmares, is it?"

I didn't answer. I merely sighed.

"Well, I have the solution right here in this bag. All you've gotta do is drink it. It'll take some time, it'll take some effort, but it'll be worth it. Trust me, it will be."

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

I kept thinking back to when I first met Django. When I first agreed to the blood. When I said yes.

I came up with many theories behind Django's intent. I had a feeling that he released the demon so it could possess me, taking Abigail in the process. Over the course of twenty odd years, the demon grew stronger, and could take over my mind as I slept, haunting my dreams. And Django gave me the angel blood as a way to strengthen the demon, rather than subdue it. It was quite an elaborate scheme, but it was plausible.

I sat at the foot of my bed, stretching my wings. I ran my fingers across them, taking in their soft, lush texture. I could barely see them in the dim light, but I could discern their baby blue shade.

I was experiencing borderline depression. The one I loved, and wrongfully thought loved me back, turned out to be a lying, scumbag angel. The nightmares that have haunted me for over six months have turned out to be real torturing inflicted by a demon. The things I did to my family turned out to be the result of putting faith in the completely wrong things.

It wasn't ghouls that killed my family.

It wasn't ghouls that devoured them.

It was me.

The blood was so addictive, and I needed more. I became so desperate, and... I mutilated my parents because of it.

Of course, I noticed how different their blood tasted compared to what Django provided me with. Probably because what I thought was human blood turned out to be angel blood.

I couldn't bring myself to tell the boys that, though. How could I explain that I murdered my parents because I became some human-vampire crossover? A blood junkie? To put it simply, a freak.

Castiel walked in my room. I jumped, slightly startled.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to barge in." He muttered.

"It's fine. Just... nerves, I guess."

He nodded slightly. "How... are you?" He asked a bit awkwardly.

"Well, my boyfriend turned out to be working with a demon inside my head in an attempt to possibly kill me and everyone I care about; that being you, Dean, and Sam. So, yeah, life is peachy."

I noticed how he seemed a bit affected by my snappy tone. "Oh. Okay." He mumbled.

I sighed lightly. "I'm sorry. I'm just... tired."

"Stress?"

"Yeah. I just found out I'm half angel and I have freaking wings."

"The wings aren't so bad. You'll get used to it."

"I won't have to if this demon ends up killing me first."

I swear I saw him actually wince. "No. Felicity, you are not going to die. Not as long as I have something to say about it."

"Yeah, well, we're running out of time. This thing is getting stronger and stronger. I think it's the makeshift grace that's doing it."

He sat down next to me. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, since she lives off life force, and since this 'grace' is giving me one hell of a life force, she'll be getting twice as strong at double the speed."

"Interesting theory."

"Yeah, I'm just chock full of 'em."

I looked over at him and noticed the way he gazed at my wings which laid limp on the bed. I half smirked.

"Hey, my eyes are up here."

He looked back up at me with eyes as blue as my wings. It made me smile. I couldn't help it.

"Your eyes match my wings."

The corners of his mouth twitched upward just a slight, threatening a smile. "I suppose they do."

I kept taking quick glances at his wings, which were half folded at his back. There were black feathers all over the place. He molted like a cat sheds in the summer. It must've had something to do with his stolen grace.

Either way, his wings were beautiful. There was no getting around that. This dark angel before me meant the world to me, and his wings wouldn't change that.

I realized I was staring, because he said, "Felicity, my eyes are up here."

I looked back at him, a smile planted on his face. I couldn't help but smile with him. His smile was contagious. Contagious and rare. I loved the sight of it. I loved the sight of him.

Every impulse in my subconscious told me something, and my mind along with my body acted upon it. Without thinking clearly, I grabbed him by his navy blue tie and pulled him closer, allowing our lips to meet, fireworks exploding in my mind.

I didn't think it through, or perhaps I did, and that's what motivated me. I could tell I shocked him, and I definitely shocked myself. But I didn't care. I just wanted him to be mine, at least in this moment. This one brief, fleeting moment that would be over in a split second.

I pulled back, realizing what I did, my eyes widening with surprise.

"I... I'm sorry. I-I shouldn't have done th-"

But my words were cut off when he pressed his lips to mine, and we kissed once again.