GENESIS AL-QADIR wasn't a god-fearing woman by any means. She had grown up in the Orthodox Church and wore a cross necklace and said grace before she ate. She had her Mama read her verses of the Bible before she had laid her head down to sleep. Her mama would kiss her cheek, whispering softly, "Good Night, hayati," and leave the room, the night light in the hallway leaving a soft glow peeking through the door.
When she had learned of her parents' decision to put down their guns hunting the supernatural in order to take on the domestic life, she had made it her goal to learn everything she possibly could about the hunter's life. She had trained behind her parents' backs, learned to use a gun, became lethal in hand-to-hand combat. But it wasn't until she met Dean Winchester that her fascination turned into an obsession.
Dean had always been a family friend, but there was something dangerous about him that pulled her in, like the serpent tempting Eve in the Garden. The day he had come over, leaning against the side of the Impala, his voice low and smooth, was the day she first held a gun. His words had been as enticing as the apple in Eden—"You can handle it, Gen. It's in your blood." And just like Eve, she had reached for it. Dean had coaxed her, guided her hands, showing her how to shoot, and though it had been thrilling, she knew it was the moment she'd taken a bite from the forbidden fruit. From then on, there was no turning back.
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