The night has already fallen over London, the air in his apartment was uncomfortably thick. John wasn't sure if it was his own dirty thoughts or maybe some demon was just waiting around the corner to snap his soul in half.

He twisted and turned in his bed, trying to brush off the bothering creeping darkness that nibbled at his thoughts. "Damn it. Something is going to happen. Even bones are itching," he muttered, walking to his window and opening it wide to take in the cool breeze of late London air. The lights of the street below illuminated his block with a soft warm glow.

He spotted few stars dropping down from the dark sky. He took out a cigarette and lit it, taking in a few good huffs. The thick smoke covered his vision, the stench hitting his nose and making him grimace. "What a bloody joke..." he muttered, looking down at the street.

After standing there smoking for a few minutes, he heard a loud screeching sound followed by an even louder crash from his kitchen. "Fucking hell," he cursed, throwing the cigarette butt down through the railing before running to investigate.

And what he saw was out of this world. Quite literally. Lying there on the kitchen tiles was an ANGEL. His wings spread across the counters, silky hair covering his angelic features. John could see the soft frown on his face, probably from the feeling of small pieces of glass sliding into his soft, smooth skin.

That was going to be a LONG night.