I wake up slowly, pulling my aching muscles up from the floor. "How did I...?" I start to ask when everything comes rushing back. Me getting Mitch to watch porn, Mitch trying to posses me.

"Holy shit." I groan, rubbing my temples. "Oh god." I say, picking myself up and falling onto the couch. And this is all Mitchell's fault.

"Mitchell!" I shout. I feel Mitch wake up.

Yes Scott?

He asks. It almost sounds innocent but I know better. "Why?" I ask. "What did I do for you to try to posses me?! And why aren't you possessing me?! Huh?! Why Mitch?!" I rant, cutting Mitch off several times.

Maybe I would answer if you would stop talking for a few seconds.

I stop asking questions and wait for him to answer me.

You made me sin. Twice. I watched homosexual pornography, the first sin, and then you made me curse, the second sin. I...

Mitch goes silent for a second.

I have never sinned before.

He says very quietly. I almost don't catch it.

When what he says registers in my mind, I realize how much of a big deal this is. He's never sinned, and I made him commit his first sin. Oh God. I'm a horrible person.

No you are not Scott.

Mitch says. I sometimes forget that he can hear what I think.  I nod.

"I'm so sorry Mitch. I didn't even think about that." I apologize. I hear him sigh.

I am sorry. What I did, or tried to do, was wrong. Very wrong. I caused you much pain. I tried to take away your free will. And for that, I am sorry.

After Mitch's short speech, I glance up, my way of looking at him.

"Mitch. I forgive you." I say quietly. I hear a happy squeal of relief and a smile graces my features.

Thank you Scott. Thank you so much.

Mitch says. "You're welcome. Just..." I trail off. "Just never do that ever again." I say.

Yes. No! I mean, of course. Never. Not unless you allow me to take control.

I let out a soft chuckle at Mitch trying to talk. "Okay." I relax for a second, enjoying the peace and quiet. Then I remember the gold spots right before I passed out.

"Mitch..." I start.

Yes?

"I saw gold, right before I passed out. What was-" I never got the chance to finish.

You saw what?!

Mitch shouts. I cover my ears, even though I know it won't help. "Gold. It was the only thing I could see before I passed out." I say.

Oh my Father. This is bad. No! No Mitchell. This is not what it seems. No. Sometimes humans can see angels and their wings during near death encounters. Yes. That's all this is. Yeah.

"Uh... Mitch. What does that mean? I mean... You said only an angels ' soulmate could see their wings." I say.

No. Shush. That is not okay. That is homosexual. And I am NOT homosexual. I mean, no. I am not homosexual. No. 

"But Mitch. I am homosexual. I mean-"

No. That isn't how soulmates work. Both parties have to be attracted to each other. Homosexual or not.

"So you aren't attracted to me?!" I ask in offense.

Yes! No! I mean, gosh! Scott. You are an attractive human being. Anyone could see that! But I, in particular-

"You sound cute when you're flustered." I say, smirking.

No. Scott. There hasn't been a soulmate pair between a human and an angel in ages. And that angel almost destroyed Heaven. All because of some homosexual tendencies between him and his charge.

"How long ago was that?" I ask, genuinely curious and trying to ignore the fact that Mitch is saying we couldn't be soulmates. I mean, I think that would be cool, even though I'm with Alex.

Maybe twenty years ago.

"Who was the angel?" I ask. That wasn't that long ago.

Castiel.

Mitch pauses.

We were...quite close. He was my best friend.

"I'm sorry. Where is he now?" I ask.

He is a rouge angel. A large bounty is on his head. He is somewhere with his charge. His "soulmate".

"I think we could be soulmates. I mean, we know a lot about each other. You're always in my head." I start listing things off. "Alex isn't my soulmate as you've already said. So who's to say it isn't you?" I ask, growing steadily more upset as the conversation continues.

No! Scott. Listen. I will NOT become a rouge angel for you. I will not fall for you. And yes. Alex isn't your soulmate, but someone else is.

"Who's to say you aren't that someone else?!" I demand.

No! Scott! Look. We are not soulmates! End of story!

Mitch yells. I flinch at the harshness of his voice.

"Fine!" I say, finally showing my feelings. "You know what, I'm going out. And you're shutting down. Till I get home at least." I decide.

No! Scott! Don't do this. Please.

Mitch pleads.

I could help you. You are going to a bar. I should stay awake so if you become intoxicated, I can still be here to defend you if the opportunity arises. 

I roll my eyes, sliding on my jacket and shoving my hair underneath a SnapBack.

"Whatever Mitch. Just shut the fuck up." I snap, walking out of my apartment, slamming the door  and locking it behind me.

I stalk down the streets to the nearest bar, Kaplan Pub and bypass the line to get in. Perks of being best friends with the owner.

This is a bad idea Scott.

Shut up Mitch.