Hearing something, the wings flexed as I turned my head to my shoulder. My old El Camino barreled toward me, the car skidding to a stop. Jake and Dean slammed the doors as they stomped over to me. "What the-?" I interrupted, "No questions asked. I'm glad you came. Remember the angel who healed me? He gave me his wings so he could be free of them. He didn't tell us of this. This isn't my fault!"
