Detectives of the Night

Detectives of the Night

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Do you believe in the supernatural, angels or demon? There are people out there who fight them, find them or befriend them. Running around in the cold and dark streets at night, there are people who wander looking lost and others may just be drunk out their minds. But there are some who are wandering around looking for a thief or a solving a case, these are detectives and there deduction will work. They can solve and test your features, just by looking at your face and body. They will go all over the world, solving and helping the strangers they will meet. The two that will be those detective are of young and old, but will work together and may see the differences in the two of them. The story begins on a cold and misty night in London, in a bar with a few others, low rock music on a smooth beat and the smell of alcohol lingering and the aroma of sweet smelling foods. A young lady sits in alone and looking at the misty lit street.
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"Do you have to leave?" I asked him, Deans breath fanned my face with his hands on my hips. I hated when he left for the weekend. I was lonely. Finally after a small awkward silence between us he looked up at me. "I'll be back on Monday babe." Dean told me, his hands running down my sides. I nodded to him before I gripped his neck and let my lips slide over his. But when Monday came around Dean didn't come back. When she goes to the cops she finds out that the Dean Wayland she knew doesn't actually exist, so she goes digging through his things so she can find the boy she loves. (A Dean Winchester/ Supernatural Story)

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