A shadow in the shape of a arrow splits the trash can in half and shadow trash bags gather it up. "Honestly does anyone know how to actually fight around here," growled a voice behind Crowley.

A man dressed in black from head to toe charges at the monster his sword slashing the air creating more shadow arrows. "Move," he yells not even blinking at the wings. He's seen weirder than that to be honest. "Or if you aren't going to move start helping and make sure the street is clear of people."

"God I miss Oliver," the man said his tone sad.