Dean Winchester
Hour was creeping around the dark warehouse she had been investigating for weeks. People had been going missing in the area and she had been hunting it down. She didnt hear the noise behind her in time to react other than drawing her blade as she was slammed into the wall.
Fuckshe hissed shoving the figure back pinning him to the ground her blade poised to attack but she froze as the lamp light hit him.
Dean?She asked almost breathless. She wore dark leather armor and still sat on Deans chest pinning him defenseless beneath her. Dean looked up at her a little stunned. his heart pounding in his chest. He hadnt seen her in almost six years and she looked as fierce as ever
Hey Darling, Miss me?Dean said a cocky smirk on his lips
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