It had been a couple of months since Ry had arrived in Beacon Hills and settled in. He managed to get work at the county Sheriff Department and somehow started dating the Sheriff himself. It seemed to have started the day after he realized that the handsome man he met in the diner was the Sheriff... the taller man would somehow be in the same places that he was in. After it happened a couple of times, he realized that those were dates. So he just blatantly told the older male that if he really wanted to be on a date, just either ask or show up at the movies at 6:00pm later that day.
It was a time that Ry thoroughly enjoyed... someone willingly spending their free time with him. But somehow, he knew that this calm period wouldn’t last. He had received word that a demon was heading in his direction and seemed to be out for blood. Angelic blood, to be more precise. This made the archangel a little more than nervous, however. Yes, there was supernatural activity in Beacon Hills but a demon was not needed to add to it. With that in mind, Ry was currently at his desk, going through his gun and carving the symbol of the devil’s trap on the bullets, also making sure the bullets were filled with rock salt.
Unfortunately, Ry couldn’t check the shells he had for the shotgun because he didn’t think he was suppose to have a weapon like that. He sighed as he kept looking up from the desk and to the clock on the wall, checking the time. The traps he had set for the demon should be going off soon and it was making him anxious. In order to distract himself, he made his way to the break room to grab something from the vending machine and a drink. When he came back, something seemed slightly off, like one of the bullets was out of place and that was when he felt a ping go off through his Grace. One of the traps was sprung and it was time for him to go. Ry grabbed his gun and put it in the holster hidden under his suit jacket as he made his way out of the station, catching John’s eye for a moment.