Who: Dawn Summers and Balthazar What: Healing When: After Bal's visited Camp Chaos, today Warnings: Angsty, hurty angel. Will update, otherwise
He'd managed to out maneuver Crowley by about a hair's breath. He'd literally seen his life flash before him. Had it been worth it? Probably not. But he'd pulled out a last second victory. He'd slid out from under the demon, taken the prize, and sauntered off. At least he wanted to remember it that way. More accurately, he crawled away with not a shred of dignity. But he had what he'd come for, and that was all that really mattered.
He saw the thing buried, stowed away safely before he called out for help. It wouldn't do to be caught with it, it was too valuable and perhaps even a bit powerful. He had to be careful. If he died there in the grass, would they ever find it? He didn't know, and couldn't concern himself with the details.
The girl was coming to assist him. She seemed far too fragile herself, to be a healer. But his own healing attributes were battered and rendered unhelpful for his current situation. The demon had insisted on a duel, and Bal had lost his blade somewhere along the way. Crowley likely intended to duel to the death, but Bal had over taken him, without the will or desire to end his life. Thinking back now, he ought to have finished the demon off, but there was no going back now. He needed every ounce of his remaining strength to wait on the girl.