NATHAN’S POV
“Slow the hell— SH*T!” I cursed when the car suddenly swerved to the side, skidding down the corner past 5th and Belby as it headed for the main street.
It was a good thing that I had held onto the assist grip just on time or my face would’ve already been imprinted on the car’s windshield, a very unfortunate thing might I add considering of course that we might end up in jail because of this.
“Who is that?” Castiel yelled from behind us but Alastair ignored him, her eyes focused on the road.
I made a move to scream again, but Alastair had already maneuvered and the car spun, wheels screeching as smoke ran our trail and before I know it, the black ‘69 Chevy that had been on our tail ever since we left the house was already in front of us — growing closer and closer as I re
