The one who was given wings

The one who was given wings

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Rain was falling. Drenching anything in its path. including a young woman with long dark brown hair wearing a long black trench coat. She was barefoot and pale like she had never seen the sun before in her life. But as the strange woman walked on to a street and stood there while looking up at the sky with nearly dead looking eyes similar in color to fading fire embers, the sound of a speeding car got louder and louder. Until finally the car turned a corner and soon would have ran the woman over if two large silver wings didn't appear out of her back.
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A brief electric shock was felt when both reached for the blanket simultaneously. "Sparks are flying between us," Dean giggled a little nervously. "During dry and cold weather, the air contains very little moisture. It is, therefore, an inferior conductor of electricity. Our body then charges particularly well and quickly ..." At this perfectly sober lecture, Dean rolled his eyes but with a grin on his face. "That was a metaphor, Cas." "Oh ..." The angel looked at him blankly, and the hunter courageously leaned forward to break this silence. Blue met green. But unlike Dean, whose eyes were filled with hunger and desire, the look in the angel's eyes was more confused ... mixed with some fear. Sighing, Dean looked down. "Listen, Cas. I ain't good at these things. Expressing feelings and stuff ... you know ..."

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