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The Prayer of the Cursed

She's been around for a long time. She's seen the future become history. Her memory is longer than mankind's. She's seen races of people fade from the earth and their langue's forgotten. At a distance she witnessed her daughter being laid to rest and then her grandchildren and their great grandchildren, all from old age. She never experience aging. Ever lasting beauty is what she asked for and damn if she didn't get it from that forgettable god who cursed her.

Her search for death has been long, centuries and centuries, but she'd heard whispers of a name, and traveled west to find the two men that carried it. They could be her end.

Winchester had become her prayer.