Sam Winchester and Toshiko Sato. Clearly, shit just got real.
“What is that?” Tosh whispered, trying not to attract the thing’s attention as she drew closer to Sam. In all her time with Torchwood, she’d never seen anything like it.
Sam’s jaw tightened. He was trying to untie the ropes around his wrists before the creature saw them. They wouldn’t stand a chance against it bound like this. “It’s a daeva. And they’re really, really hard to stop. It took three of us to take one down last time.”
“So we’re in trouble, then.”
“Pretty much.”
Tosh’s fingers closed around the file Sam had insisted she hide earlier. “Lovely.”
YOU MADE IT BETTER ILU.