Cupid ((supernatural/ Dean Winchester))

Chappie One: Charity

A/N Hello

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                                                                                 Onceuponachris XOXOX

P.S. the picture attached is what I thought Amoretta will look like.
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AMORETTA'S POV

The balding homeless man smiled at me as I handed him a bottle water and a ham and cheese sandwich. With a returning grin I went on and gaver one to the next person.

I felt a deep sadness vibrate my chest, this happened everyday, because everyday I see more and more people end up here under the bridge. Over and over again I came down here bringing food for the homeless and then leaving.

I keep reminding myself that I couldn't do anything to help, I didn't even have a place to sleep, but I don't have to sleep, although after several weeks of not doing so it gets uncomfortable. No matter how many times I remind myself of that it doesn't help with the guilt, the feeling their was something more I could do.

Suddenly, a pink light shone in the corner of my eye, and I smiled. Being part cupid gives me all the powers my mother had and all the emotions my father did. When two people a cupid mark meet for the first time their hearts give off this radiant light that summons the cupid to finish the job. I sidestepped out of sight and let my mind reach out to the pair, they were here, under the bridge.

They laughed and talked, ever so slowly getting closer and closer to one another. My palm tingled, that's where my bow was, in the most literal sense. My father had given me the feeling of irony, so I use a bow and arrow only visable to angles, demons, and psychic humans, to make them fall for each other.

The arrow doesn't hurt the humans, they don't even feel it, it is only the magic taking a physical form. Love is the power that brings the arrow into existence, those who cannot see a cupid, the embodiment of love, cannot see nor touch the arrows.

I drew back the string and released, knowing it would find it's mark, without fail. As I watched with my minds eye I saw them close the gap and kiss, just as the arrow hit.

When I opened my eyes nothing had changed, everyone was still slowly enjoying their food and water. With a smile on my face I turned a corner, only to have the smile ripped off my face half a second later. A small, balding, older man, with a beard was standing right there.

Although the man looked human to other humans, I could see past the façade to his true form. It was horribly hideous, morphed and misshapen, the true face of evil. He is a demon.

"'Ello, love." He drawled, looking me up and down. I shifted from foot to foot uncomfortably. Every ounce of my body, every single nerve, was yelling, screaming, at me to run. Running would be useless, he can transport from one point to the other side of the world in two seconds flat, I seem to have missed out on that angel perk.

"'Ello, scum." I replied, sarcastically mimicking his heavy accent, maybe I could fake my bravado and get out of here alive.  He didn't find it as amusing as I did.

"You have something I need." The demon said, as if I should know what he needed. I didn't even know who he was.

"And what is that?" I sighed, running a hand through my natural pink hair. Leaning against the support beam I tried to stop my knees from shaking. He watched me carefully, not missing a thing.

"Your heart." He crowed, giving me a evil smile.

My breath stuck in my throat, and the world went sideways for a couple seconds. When my head stopped spinning he had a knife. He hadn't moved any closer than before, but he seemed even more intimidating with the new addition to his attire.

"You are always giving to those who are needy, well I am needing that heart." He said slightly lower than before. "And you're going to give it to me."

I blinked in fear and he was gone, I looked back and forth frantically looking for him but he was nowhere to be seen. With a heavy sigh of relief I thanked God that I was still alive. My prayers were cut off by ghostly chuckle from behind me.

Spinning around at speeds that should have blurred everything together, I found the small demon behind me, just as he plunged the knife into my stomach.

A shrill scream burned my ears, I wished it would stop. After a few seconds I realized that it was me who was screaming in pain. I felt the knife tear through my skin, I felt the burning of a thousand stars boil in my chest, pain searing away any rational thoughts.

And then it stopped. The pain was there, I could tell, but the source was gone.

The demon had gone, and I was left here to bleed and die. Darkness flooded my sight, and I slipped ever so slowly into unconsciousness, as one lonely tear slipped down my cheek.