Ele a subestimava. Ela não recuava. E, entre cada conflito, nasceu algo que nenhum dos dois esperava.

Na calada da noite, o único som possível de ouvir era o motor pesado de um Chevy Impala 1967, preto como a escuridão da longa estrada. Um romance sombrio, visceral e com um toque de terror divino. Dean luta contra seu lado obscuro causado pela marca, enquanto enfrenta sua obsessão por um anjo. Por outro lado, Castiel trava uma batalha interna com a culpa angelical e seus sentimentos profundos e complexos por um demônio... E se a obsessão for a única forma de salvação, ainda pode ser chamada de amor?

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!