As he peered down at the street, the screams met his ears again - noises coated his leather clad skin in a way that's was almost supernatural. He focused on them as they came, as if they were pleading for him and only him to fight. He made Rose a promise in the darkest hour of a deep night and he intended to keep it, a vow to return home to her no matter the circumstance against him. He would hold that vow in his heart until the minute it ceased to beat.
Matt's fingers curled inward, the sound of the leather brushing together could be heard as he made a fist. Flexing the digits of his hand, he held tight the balled appendage for a moment or two and then released it. Stretching his fingers, Matt turned to Castiel, once more pushing away the sounds of the night.
"Symbols can be very powerful to some," Matt breathed, nodding in agreement.