"Back off, physic-boy. That nifty little power of yours isn't going to work on me (like that hair style isn't working for you)."
His hand (which was up and trying to rip the very demon from me, but at the moment it was all me and me alone) lowered in defeat and confusion.
From the look on his face (that had lost most of the puppy-dog ages ago) it seemed to say 'who the hell is the woman? She has a power like a demon but isn't one? What the hell?'
"Who are you? (just what I need another blond)"
"The one person that's going to save you from yourself. (and hope you repay me by doing the same thing)."
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It started like that, (one stormy night with a lot of angry faces and hands lifted with more power then they should have) Sam Winchester's journey back to the right path, with a strange little blond thing guiding his every step.
"Sammy, what do we have here? Did you finally get some? (it must be a miracle)"
"Dean, this is Elle, a friend of mine. You can go get dinner, now."
"Nice to meet you, El, word of advice you should be careful he's a biter."
"Dean, leave. Now."
It was quite a surprise that Dean and Sam Winchester came from the same gene pool let alone the same mother, but at the moment it looked like I had the pick of the litter.
"So I'm your friend now? (that's a whole lot better then being the enemy)"
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My shady past (fueled by daddy who didn't really love me along with a man with a stupid name who couldn't love anyone or anything) seemed like a daytime soap opera, which I had been missing for over a year now, compared to his.
So over the many weeks spent dancing around each other and trying to save his dark and twisty soul the past was one thing that was now truly behind us as we went forward on the rocky (and bloodstained) road of life.
"I told him what your doing here. (after all I love him a little more then I love you)."
"Oh, is everything okay or should I hide and cower?"
The wrath of one Dean Winchester (that can not be measured in such way) was something demons all around the wide world told horror stories about, just ask Ruby.
"He likes you almost as much as I do, looks like you're a lot luckier then me."
(he still has the imprint of Dean's fist on his face, his pretty, pretty face)
"Well, Sammy I've know I was luckier then you the very first moment I met you. Maybe some of my luck (that is blue and sparky) will rub off on you."
"A guy can only hope."
(kissing, falling into, a Winchester boy isn't like kissing all the others because of course he's the best)