Gasoline-Halsey
"My heart is gold and my hands are cold."
Dean manages to launch the woman off of him, sending her rolling on the concrete. The muzzle that masked her face fell off and clattered on the street. The figure slowly stood and turned to face Dean, the gears in her metal arm shifting the plates.
Icy, grey eyes bored into Dean's. Black hair fell around the sides of her face, her lips pressed tightly together. She glared at him, a storm filled with empty emotion raged in her eyes. Dean recognized that look.
The hunter shrugged his shoulders with a laugh, "You're not gonna do that 'Who the hell is Bucky' thing, right?" The soldier in front of him cocked her head in confusion, "Who the hell is Bucky?"
Sam throws a smoke grenade from behind Dean, the bomb exploding in front of her. The eldest Winchester tried to spot her through the fog, but she was just gone. Disappeared along with the smoke.
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this is my first supernatural fic :) i'm really hoping everyone who reads it enjoys it! please give me feedback; like, comment, or etc.
also, i hope i can put together and link my characters backstory well enough so everyone knows what's going on. thank you for reading!
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GASOLINE | S.W.
Fanfiction"You can't wake up, this is not a dream. You're part of a machine, you are not a human being." Macon Krisnikoff, also known as the Shadow Hunter, is an experiment. Trained since a child to defeat supernatural creatures, she is death on two legs. She...
