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elijah savage ✠ anthony j. crowley (lecheries) wrote in thereincarnates,

Elijah's sudden appearance in the graveyard was a little less mighty and glorious compared to Michelle's, considering all he had in hand was his trusty tire iron – not the most righteous of weapons, but it did the trick in a pinch. Situations like these were precisely why he still kept it in the boot of his car; considering his most prized possession never suffered from anything so uncouth as a flat tire, it was more a precaution than anything else. A lesson learned from a past life, wherein a tire iron had, momentarily, been the only thing between humanity and the Apocalypse. It only stood to reason that it would be again some day. Sometimes Elijah very much hated being right.

Word of the Hellish jailbreak had spread fast amongst demonic circles, and Elijah's first and only stop before coming to the source had been Michelle. His angel, the only being he trusted above Earth and below it to stand by his side and do what needed to be done. A quick survey around the cemetery told him they had their work cut out for them, but if he was worried, he didn't show it. Instead he only glanced back at her in kind, sly with undertones of eternal affection. If he'd been the hero of this story, this might have been the moment where he stole a kiss from her just before they threw themselves into the brawl, but he wasn't a hero. Just a very wayward demon. The worst one in the world, in fact.

"Count on in, Angel," he shot back shortly, and then they were off. While Michelle rushed off to defend the Winchester girls from what appeared to be a god (of course, Crowley thought with a hysterical sort of cheer, Why not?), Elijah did the opposite, picking a fight with someone his own size. Justin appeared to be defending himself moderately well against Austin – he was still alive, after all, and standing there rebelliously with a smoking shotgun in hand. As Elijah ran past him, he threw a hurried command over his shoulder: "Reload now!" He raised the tire iron in both hands. "Quickly, please!"

Then, before Austin could recover from the bullets filled with salt – an embarrassing weakness he and Crowley were very glad they didn't share – Elijah swung down, the tire iron catching Austin across the shoulders and knocking him down, at least for a moment or two. Elijah took that moment to look back at Justin, deadly serious this time. His eyes were yellow and slitted like a snake's, something he was unable to control when things got especially dire. "Take the girls and go. The Angel and I can handle this."