Run.
She gravitated towards him, walking on air. It's as if she had wings that caused her to drift gracefully closer. He stared, barely seeing her.
Run.
They called her The Savior, but she hadn't done much saving. She'd never saved anyone in her entire life.
Run.
Apart from the first time. She rid the world of The Darkness, and of Lucifer, and then of God himself. And then brought her own storm. She was above God. Higher than him; with both the grace of an angel and the black eyes of a demon, the position as the new Queen of Hell and Commander in Chief upstairs with the fluttering men and women in meat suits.
And she was coming for Dean Winchester, to end it all.
Run.
