If they're walking on the long road
Even if there's no road, they wont stop
They will stray close to each other on this Earth
only how don't want to be alone
If they decide to trail a way
in them shines a flame for a lifetime
It scatters sparks in s...
"Don't dare touch me again. I might be not so strong to beat you on your terrain, but at least I can protect myself." Her energy was raising in her veins. She could jump on him like a panther, if he reaches to touch her.
There was a small smile upon his lips, but not even a small glint of joy presented in his eyes. He was pissed. "We will meet each other again, immortal thing. Do not forget that." He said and everything become black to Amalthea...
...till she didn't wake up on the ground. "I'm on his grave..for one millionth time." She mouthed desperately then shook her head in rage. "Mother of crap .."
Now
Samael, the evil-doer, the only mistake of the fourth horseman, the humorous and horrific evil creature, also and the immortal's biggest fear, equally with the fear of Lucifer, God and Death; is Amalthea's torture for 2 years and counting. Since Dean's death, she is not herself. That's not only because of the big Winchester brother, it's and the dark archangel she hated with her whole mortal heart. He, the Archangel of death, possesing a dead viking from the Scandinavian legends; is her antipode, and it's pretty normal for her to feel hatred towards him. Samael was and the reason for what she had become - one strong, very good trained for fights with the enemies, merciless, brave and skillful hunter, who will rip every head of what stands on her way. Amalthea is not anymore the girl, more less the unicorn she used to be before. She couldn't be weak. And she wasn't. Amalthea is now a woman, that could beat any men and creature in a fight. She could look her own death in the eye withouth fear, and she could face most any suffering.
"Mornin', early birdie." Amy's head automatically tilted to aside, her smirk grew as she saw Amalthea's dusty and torned appart clothes, when she opened the motel room's door. "Rough night?"
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Amalthea set her sight away, escaping from the view of her vessel's naked body. "Rough life." She cocked her head sarcastically to the other of Amy's side, mirroring her, as pushed her from the door way to get in. Malth usually used this behavior towards the demon.
She's still wondering how Amy's not dead by now and how the wicked being get to the younger Winchester's bed.
"Saaaam!" The huntress called for her partner, ignoring the puffing of Amy.
"He's taking a shower." The demon closed the door behind her, rolling her eyes. "I was just joining him, before you came up. You interrupted something beautiful."
"Yea, I'm a party pooper. Sorry. Not sorry. Sam!"
Sam get out of the bathroom with only one towel around his waist. ".. Malth?" She catched him by surprise. "W-Where were you?"
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