Eric was driving through the city on one of his self appointed "patrols". It was something he did to relieve the lack of sleep he was not able to get during the night. His ability to "see" the supernatural made his life easier, as he drove his station wagon down a dark street. Some song was playing softly, a ballad about two distant lovers and the power of the radio in uniting them. He looked to his left, and saw bright lights flashing from the other side of an alley. Deciding this was enough to break the boredom, and give him something to do, he slowed down, and parked his car on the side of the street. 

Eric reached into his glovebox, and pulled out a pistol. Generally useless against supernatural enemies, but it made him feel a little more comfortable, and was always useful against actual flesh and blood things. He checked the magazine, and put the pistol in an under arm holster. Eric then stepped out of the car, and grabbed a thick coat, putting it on over the weapon, hiding it from view. Eric then checked his chest pockets. Bible, Cross, Blessed water, Cigarettes, Sunglasses. He took out the pack of cigarettes, packed it against his hand, and started smoking one. He put his hands in his pockets, and started walking through the Alley way he had seen the flashes through, as he cut between blocks. 

Eric arrived in time to see Union's angelic descent into the demons, as it vanquished them all, in a matter of seconds. Eric reached up, pulled the cigarette from his lips, flicking the ash off of it, and placing it back in his mouth. He squinted as he stared at Union, in all it's angelic splendor, glowing like a sun. Fuckin' Angels, man. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the sunglasses, and put them on. It was bright as day to Eric. He knew to proceed with caution, and he had limited ability in handling angels but he started walking toward Union anyways, sunglasses on, half smoked cigarette in his mouth, and hands in pockets.