"thought you’d be lighter without all that blood."
“Why am I in your arms?”
He had not been aware that hunters sometimes also hunted angels when the bounty was high enough and he had found himself in a corner with a demon of all fuckers and had to fight the humans who were trying to get to his wings- Now he did not think the other had done much. Mostly looked on, but he was still here, and holding Steve to his annoyance. With a small huff, the angel pushed himself out of the other’s arms as he rubbed his skin where the other had touched him- scrunching his nose. “Why are you still here?” he asked as he watched the cuts on his arms heal before their eyes and cracked his back to push any bones that had been pushed around back in place.
“I regenerate” he pointed out but did not elaborate- sure almost all angels regenerated but Steve did so with impressive quickness. The angel plucked the halo from above his head and made a sound of disgust as it was stained with blood- and started to rub it with his ruined shirt (cut in the right places to show off his chest).
“You could have helped they wanted you dead just as much as me.”
