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𝗔 𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗗 𝗕𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗭𝗘 𝗦𝗪𝗘𝗣𝗧 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗢 arabella pierce's bedroom. she laid sprawled out on her bed wrapped in countless blankets with her doberman, ivan, curled up beside her. the early morning sun crept through her window, and cast a small window of light on the blank wall above the bed.
her room was messy, dozens of books and papers scattered across the hardwood floor, and her bras thrown wherever. her area carpet had a random bottle of vodka in the middle of it, and a 16 oz of cherry coke on her night stand.
the room smelt of expensive perfume and vanilla.
the girl groans hearing her alarm, turning over in response. with her eyes still closed, she picks it up and tosses it across her room and into her dirty laundry hamper, before laying back down to resume her position and go back to sleep.
her slumber did not last long. only five minutes later another alarm went off, one placed on her dresser, too far to reach, and she lazily got out of her beloved bed.
"why the hell do i do this to myself?" she mutters annoyed whilst standing up, her feet drag as she makes her way towards her closet.
she grabs a handful of clothes and then walks back out and tosses them all onto her bed. she sifts thru them, deciding on wearing a tight black mini skirt. yet she couldn't decide on a top. she held both of them up and glanced at herself through the mirror.
the one top was off the shoulder, but nothing special to it. the other was also off the shoulder, looked sort of like a tube top, but it was cut down the middle and made out of more of a flowy material.
she looks through her full length mirror holding both options up only to frown, toss them both, and pick up a white linen long sleeve button up off her bedroom floor, and the nearest bra.
she then proceeds to take off her shirt, and put on her bra only to be disrupted hearing the sound of angel wings, and muffled arguing.
she quickly covers her exposed chest, with her arm, and her bra that she was putting on stayed clasped at her waist. she looks over her shoulder and audibly groans at the sight.
the backs of castiel, and dean winchester.
"i thought we were getting help," dean turned around as he spoke, only to trail off staring at the girl. "hello castiel." she says stepping away from her mirror, turning away from the boy and angel and continuing to put her bra on.
"ara," he says as the girl turns back around, without a shirt on.
she picks up the wrinkled white linen, and pulls it over her shoulders. wearing the button up like a jacket as she looks at the boys confused, attempting to button her shirt.
"why'd you bring him?" she asks nodding towards the winchester. even the name on her tongue made her cringe.
"we need your help." the angel began telling a really long story about how they somehow came across the pierces family emblem, in countless books and stuff. even carved into victims bodies from recent cases and murders.
