FALLEN ANGEL | supernatural

To most, Raven Hale seemed mean.

She was sarcastic, stubborn, and had a talent for saying exactly what was on her mind. She kept people at a distance, hiding behind sharp words and a careless smirk whenever anyone got too close.

But there were things Raven never joked about.

God. Forgiveness. Sin.

She had spent years wondering if there were some things a person could do that couldn't be forgiven. Some mistakes that stayed with you no matter how desperately you wished they wouldn't. Hunting had only made the question harder to ignore.

Maybe that was why she cared so much about being good.

Maybe that was why she was so convinced she wasn't.

Then there was Dean Winchester.

He was arrogant, reckless, and somehow managed to annoy her within minutes of meeting her. He was everything she told herself she didn't need, and yet there was something about him that felt strangely familiar.

They were too alike in the ways neither of them wanted to admit.

Both stubborn. Both guarded. Both carrying ghosts they refused to name.

Raven was searching for her father.

Dean was searching for his.

Neither of them knew their fathers' stories were already connected.

Neither of them knew that meeting each other would uncover more than either of them had bargained for.

And neither of them was prepared for what would happen when two people who had spent their entire lives running from themselves finally found someone who could see through the cracks.

Because sometimes, the person who gets under your skin the most is the person who understands you better than anyone else.

And sometimes, the last person you expect to save you is the one who does.