03. Guardian
"You know someone like me doesn't do well with fairies, pixies or whatever the fuck you are…."Dean began just as an angry Emma stomped up beside him. Her flowy white gown trailed behind her in a ridiculously long train.
"Angel. How many times do I have to repeat myself? I'm your guardian angel get it right!"
"Whatever. I've always been contempt with just having the little devil on my shoulder telling me to get into stupid shit cuz it was fun." He snorted making his dreadful walk back to the section 8 housing.
"Sorry to say I gave him the boot a few days before I showed up which explains why you haven't been in detention for a week." The bubbly blonde shared trying to keep in step with him. He gave her a funny look but continued on still thinking she was full of crap.
"I still refuse to believe any of this shit because you…you...you…" He tried to find the right wording but he suddenly got distracted by her very attractive form, AGAIN. Jesus Christ, why of all guardians did the almighty chose someone like her to follow him around, she might as well be flashing him a neon sign telling him to sin himself to hell right this very instance.
"I'm what?" A slightly offended Emma narrowed her bright blue eyes at him crossing her arms over her very ample chest.
"Nothing forget it." Dean sighed continuing on his walk no doubt she'd be trailing behind. "Aren't angel supposed to be fat babies in diapers with wings?"
"I think your confusing us with cupids."
"Angels have wings I know that fucking much. " He commented when it suddenly hit him stopping mid walk causing her to bump into him.
"The jig is up Blondie, I've caught you in a lie! Angels have wings, you don't have wings, where the hell are your wings if you're really a guardian angel? Huh?" He accused as she bashfully moved a few steps back keeping her gaze at her feet.
"That's what I thought. Look as hot as you are and as 'fun' as it was to have you follow me around everywhere the bottom line is if we aren't going to screw I'm not interested." He began to once again make his way back home until a pleading Emma stopped him dead in his tracks.
"I'm a GAIT! That's why I don't have my wings I'm still technically training and well your my first mission once I complete that I'll have my wings soon enough if you don't believe me look." She pulled the straps of her dress down revealing her back to him which showed two small glowing sections where her wings would have been.
"The hell's a fucking GAIT?" Were the only words he could spit out at the moment still in awe of her naked glowing back.
"Guardian Angel In Training, I was chosen to help you because you're going down a very dark path Dean and once you do there's no going back. I'm here to make sure it doesn't happen."
"Look Blondie, none of this makes any damn sense! I've been on my own since I was 8, why does the big man upstairs suddenly think I need his fucking help now?" He stressed still in disbelief a real life angel was in front of him now.
"Because whether you believe it or not Dean Ambrose you're definitely worth saving."
