The news were talking about him. Again.
"The Hunter".
Usually he wasn't exited about it; they often told about him.
But this time he smashed the beer bottle he was currently holding, into the next wall.
Because they also talked about him.
'The Angel'.
His arch nemesis.
Well, he wasn't a real arch nemesis, he just showed up from time to time and screwed his jobs. Dean clenched his teeth.
"I swear to god, next time I'll catch you, you stupid winghole...." the blonde muttered and slammed the appartement door shut, going on a quick run in the near park.
He always did a run when he needed to clear his mind and the time between the jobs also seemed to pass faster, so it became some kind of a habit.
As if some supernatural power liked him, Dean received a text the moment he paused on a bench. What a nice surprise.
Curiously he took it out and read the text he got from his friend/colleague/secretary Charlie:
Date: 4.7. (Yeah, Independence Day!)
Target: that damn president - you know which one
Place: his office in his main residence, pretty easy to get in - I'll send you the plans
Go get him, Tiger ;)
Dean huffed at the sight of his friends' words - she was supposed to stay professional, but she didn't care.
And this goddamn asshole president no one liked.
The assassin smiled. Oh, he loved tricky challenges.
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Assassining Assassins who assassined Assassins
FanfictionA little Destiel AU and that's everything I'm gonna tell you... ⚡️Have fun and stay queer ⚡️
