It has been about 3 months since the Winchesters had found you lying in that old, dead house with scorch burns on your legs and arms and all over your torso, as if someone had took a red-hot poker and struck you with it a good few hundred times, which would have been a field trip compared to what actually happened; a fellow angel had actually decided to lock you away and torture you for years on end, just for his sick pleasure, before finding himself a new playmate, stripping you of your grace and throwing you out with nowhere to go.
You were holding onto the last thread of life when they had found you, homeless and hungry. You had been squatting in an empty, decaying house trying to feel safe at night away from gangs and creeps, when the boys had decided to squat in the same house, they found you passed out as well as in desperate need of food and either a bath or a shower. They took you in and fed you, tended to your wounds and bathed you.
Now the marks had faded into reddish scars that ran three quarters of the way up your legs and arms and made you itch whenever so much as a breeze glided over you.
About a month into your stay, she had come along, one of the many allies of the Winchesters had came to stay with them after having a bad run in with some very bad people, a whole family of bad people actually and so the Winchesters began their search on the family and opened up their arms and hospitality to her.
Charlie Bradbury. The most annoying (although undeniably beautiful) human you had met in your life. You didn't know what to do with yourself around her and you didn't exactly know her very well, so you decided you'd close off and just keep your distance, since you didn't know how she would take to staying in a place with someone like you. This didn't last long as it took Charlie about three days to really begin to irritate you with all the mess she made and her overall uncleanliness when you knew she could be neat and tidy, example being her room in the bunker which was always kept in high maintenance, not a speck of dust anywhere.
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In the Light of the Moon
FanfictionBroken wings and spilled grace spell trouble for an angel. Taken in by Sam and Dean Winchester, you learn to find that old wounds aren't so easily forgotten even with new wounds hiding them.
