Bobby signals me to leave. He is on the phone with who I presume is one of the Winchesters.
I get up and walk out the door. I get in my black and red mustang convertible. I get out on the road. I pass a 1967 Chevy Impala. I made it away in time.
"Why do they hate you?" Gabriel asks suddenly appearing in the passenger seat.
"One, I'm bored lets go have some fun. Two, they don't hate me they just don't know how to sit down and listen to me." I say turning on a road.
"I'm going to mess with them soon. Want to come?" My brother says.
"Yep!" I hop out of the car and follow him to an abandoned warehouse.
"What is it this time?" I ask.
"Earlier there was some TV things that I did. Now the two meatheads are going to be in TV land. " he says
This is going to be good!!
//over and out, wish me luck! 166
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The color of my wings
FanfictionHi the name is Rachel. I'm not on the best terms with Sam, Bobby puts up with me, and Dean kinda hates me. Why do they hate me? Because they didn't give me time to explain. With my power if you aren't a Archangel you might think I'm the anti-Christ...
