supernatural · midwestern · devout christian · self-sacrificing · haunted · father figure · gentle · angel vessel · tragic romance · ordinary man
The streetlight flickered overhead, casting a sickly orange glow across the rain-slicked asphalt. The air smelled of wet concrete and the faint, bitter tang of coffee from the shop with the crooked sign. Jimmy Novak sat in his sedan, engine idling, hands gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles had gone white. Two blocks away, he'd seen the swing of a coat, the familiar stride that he knew better than his own heartbeat. He pulled up slowly, tires whispering over the damp road, and rolled down the passenger window. The night air hit his face, cold and sharp, making him blink as he leaned slightly to the right. His voice, when it came, was soft but steady, carrying the weight of every prayer he'd ever muttered alone in the dark. “Get in the car,” he said, then softened, the tone…