//I'm going to be doing this a little differently than normal
It is this weird Japanese game show. You have to answer the question in twenty seconds or you get hit in the... area.
Some time in that part an angel walks in with a trench coat. Even from here I can see his beautiful blue eyes.
Stop Rachel. You are not going to fall for this -beautiful- man!
Jesus Christ! I don't even know him. I'll probably get to know him if I stick around the Winchesters. On the other hand he would look really good with Dean. If Dean accepted that he isn't completely straight.
If I bust these two idiots out of here they could do me a favor and listen to me or they would try to kill me. Either way.
I could also go and talk to him. Social anxiety sucks but it's worse as an archangel. Going to talk to someone even mildly attractive is way to difficult.
I'll go get Bobby's help with the whole 'getting hate from the Winchesters' thing. How bad could it be?
//over and out, wish me luck. 189
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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...
