Demonic

Demonic

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I pulled into the junk yard, noticing a '67 Chevy Impala parked in front of Bobbys house. I parked my car and turned the engine off, laying my head on the steering wheel. I felt my eyes slowly go from black to my bright purple. I'm half angel and demon, which usually backfired on me. The wound in my stomach throbbed bady, the demon had stabbed me. "Who are you?" Lifting my head up, I locked my gaze with a pair of bright green eyes and smirked. "Who's asking?" I stepped out of the car, the sound of gravel crunching under my boots soothing. I walked past the strange, but hot, guy and into Bobby's house. "Scarlett?" A voice called out and I sighed. "I'm home, Bobby." He walked over and hugged me tightly, his warmth comforting. I felt myself sway, my vision got blurry. "Scar?! Sam! Get down here!" Bobby yelled and a pair of arms wrapped around me, obviously not His. "Dean, take her to the table." The last thing I saw before passing out was the pair of green eyes, worry flashing in them.
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