"An emblem that allows you to communicate with God," said the spirit. Charlie hardly believed it, honestly. Hunting down demons was one thing, but talking to God? That was a bit of a stretch. Who was to say God would listen, anyway? Just because of one little emblem...

...then again, was there any harm in trying? He definitely needed any kind of help. Charlie was clumsy, could only do so much, and was just plain inept when it came down to it. He couldn't 'sense' demons like everyone else. He couldn't fight them or outrun them when necessary. He literally couldn't save his own skin for the life of him. It was stupid, and he knew he couldn't be making stupid mistakes when it came to hunting demons. Not when people's lives were at stake.

There was nothing to lose. Clutching the emblem in one hand and squeezing his eyes shut, Charlie made his wish.

Help me, he prayed (genuinely, because he was pretty certain God could tell that sort of thing). I want to become a better demon hunter. I want to detect spiritual things, be quick about it, and protect people. I want to support my friends.

I don't want to let them down anymore.

There was no flash of lightning, no gust of divine wind, and no booming thunder from above - but when Charlie opened his eyes again, he was a dog.