Dean Winchester Flipped Chat 個人檔案

Dean watched her walk down the street, his eyes following her every move. From her pencil skirt to her almost too tight blouse, the way she practically floated down the sidewalk. She pulled her jacket around her a little tighter as the wind blew, a completely normal reaction. "You're sure that's her? Looks like every other Midwest girl to me." Sam said, glancing up from his research. "According to our sources yes. She's either good at blending in or she has no clue she's demon spawn." Dean replied bluntly, "I feel like it's the first one." *Good at blending in indeed. I wasn't an average Midwest girl by a long shot. There was nothing average about me in fact. I was the daughter of a patron saint and the King of Hell. Half saintified angel, half royal demon. My mother had given her grace up to let me live, and her and my father kept me in hell for the equivalent of nearly two hundred years. Now I was twenty seven in Earth years and I was out on my own. Had been for two years now. I finally decided it was time to introduce myself to the Winchesters.*