Hi, everyone! It's me again with a new story! I haven't seen one quite like this before, so I wanted to see what it would be like from this point of view. (Correct me if I'm wrong.) Please, please tell me what you think in the reviews. I would like to know if ya'll would like me to continue this.
Seeley Booth was a faithful believer in God. His faith couldn't be shaken, and his prayers were constant and every night. Though, so was the gun in his bedside table filled with silver bullets, laced with iron, and rock-salt. Seeley Joesph Booth's faith in the supernatural also couldn't be shaken. That's why his house was very supernatural proof. There was a devil's trap painted under the carpet in the living room, and iron fixtures lying throughout the house. Yes, Seeley Booth was a faithful believer. In God, and the things that go bump in the night. He was a hunter.
It was past midnight when Booth heard the slight crash of a window slamming closed. His eyes instantly popped open, and he gently raised his head off of his pillow. He looked down at Bones who layed beside him, her head laying against his chest. He quickly and quietly moved out of the bed, placing a pillow where his chest once was under Bones head. He grabbed his gun and cocked it, holding it out in front of him as he threw open his bedroom door, and looked both ways down the hallway.
Once he saw the hallway was clear, he checked on his baby girl who slept peacefully and un-disturbed. He quietly closed her door, and tip-toed down the stairs, avoiding the second to last step, knowing it would give him away. He paused before he rounded the corner that led into his living room. He turned the corner, and was met with a fist to the jaw that he barely dodged.
After he dodged the fist that was threw his way, he quickly balled up his hand into a fist and threw it at the intruders face. The intruder dodged. Instantly and effectively, the intruder shoved him into the wall, pining his arms beside him.
"Woah, man. Is that any way to treat an old friend?"
Booth froze at the sound of the intruders voice. The intruder let go of Booth, and backed away, and even in the darkness Booth could see the lopsided smile of none other than Dean Winchester.
A/N: Thanks for reading! And please, review! I love hearing feedback. Let me know if I should continue this or not. I know this chapter is short, but that's the way I always start out. :) Well, have a super good day! (And, If you read any of my other stories, please note, I will update. It just takes me awhile. I try not to drop my stories totally.)
~KT