[Gallagher]

Great.

The demon was an idiot.

"W-what?" he stammered, his eyes wide as he both backed away from the Impala and let his gaze dart around the lot. "I didn't- I wasn't-"

Just as he thought would be the case, his act only made the biker redirect his anger from the demon. A few steps away from the cars was all he took before the biker caught him by the arm. He 'tried' to yank it away, pleading his innocence as that bearded face loomed over him. A quick touch to the biker's head, hidden from those still inside the building, had him quickly calming down as the man explained the situation.

He'd just been looking for his car when his 'friend' had bumped into the white vehicle.

Anything would have taken, but the believable lie was far better for listening ears. The biker, still visibly irritated but no longer about to pound anyone's face in, grumbled as he walked away, but not without a warning glare in both his own and the demon's directions.

That left the angel standing there in the middle of the lot, his heart pounding and breath racing with a fear he didn't feel, as his gaze found the demon once more.