Visiting Paris (Supernatural fan-fic) The teenage brit girl walked along the streets of Kansas. Knife in hand covered by her varsity jacket sleeve. She peered around after fleeing from a demons attack. The pink curls in her hair bounced as she ran trying to go un-noticed. She had bright blue sapphire eyes, like the sky on a perfect summer day. Though they were so happy her story wasnt, orphaned after a ghoul attack on her parents little Paris fled to London, United Kingdom for refuge. As she got older she became a hunter. Moving to the USA to help protect the seals from being broken. She not only was that but currently had a dormant archangel inside her. Her visions vivid and frightening to the point of being scared to sleep, what was worse her the migraines shed get before them. She walked faster after knocking on the door to Sam and Deans motel room her clothes blood stained, when he opened the door down Paris fell. Collapsing due to a large gash on her back. Dean. she managed to say before going unconscious. Dean hesitated unsure what to do, picking up the severely injured female, he lay her down. Sam shes bleeding like hell over here! Sam looked over. What the hell am I supposed to do? he glared at his older brother for a moment. The two shared a silent conversation ending with Paris partially naked getting her wound tended to, whilst Dean paced back and forth trying to make sense of what happened. There was something about her he only felt in the presence of. Oh god. he said with a groan. Sam shes an angel. Sam looked astonished. How do you know? his ever changing eyes searched Deans for an answer. With no luck he asked again, Dean was in a daze. What had she come for? What did she want? She just is okay! he snapped. Sam raised his arms in self defense. Sor-ry! he glared shutting the door the room where Paris lay. After an argument and some research they found out that she was 17, born in Swansea, Wales. Her parents dead, probably what made her a hunter. Well that was their assumption. In time they found out the basic about her, Dean un-easy of the angel in their presence. She got up slowly wrapping a sheet around her bare upper half. Hello boys. she muttered as she walked out. Do either of you have a shirt I could borrow? she asked looking between the two. Oh and thank to tending to the cut. she thanked them. Without hesitation Dean pulled off his shirt and gave it to her. Here Paris. he offered. How did y- he cut her off. You dont think we didnt look you up? he smirked. Cute. I like it. Sam rolled his eyes. Really Dean?
Posted on: Mon, 10 Mar 2014 08:12:52 +0000
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