"Maybe I was broken, or maybe the world was." Daily she fought for what she believed was real, and daily, reality slipped from her grasp. Disclaimer: All rights go to Erik Kripke and the makers of Supernatural, the only characters I own are the ones you have never heard about in the show.

"Fúcking hell." He hisses applying pressure to his wound. I think he got the memo because he tells me what I want to hear "I'm apart of the Italian Mafia." I press the pistol harder. "I run the fùcking Mob." "Wow, how cliché." I look down at the watch on my wrist that doesn't exist and then lock eyes with him again. "I'm guessing I've got about five minutes until your mobsters come looking for their daddy. So, it's time for the bonus round!" I clap my hands together as Vince's body shakes. "I thought you didn't want to play games?" Vincenzo cocks his head to the side. This man has balls. I've choked him, shot him and threatened his penìs. There's more to Vincenzo DelVecchio than what meets the eye. *WARNING contains mature content* Read at your own risk