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Aka Meron

Johnny Cash- [Ring of Fire]

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Blazing Ascent➢ She is the fire, more so than she is the oil. She was birthed in the midst of flames, not before. Maybe that was what set her ablaze so thoroughly. She is impassioned in all ways, entirely consuming as fire tends to be. 

The Winchester brothers preferred the idea of an anguished angel. An angel trapped and threatened, that was far from what they got. Instead, it was a girl.

Or was she a girl? They weren’t fully convinced of that, not at first.

They’d barely made it out of the warehouse by the skin of their teeth, it was her that saved them. Bare and trembling, as the angel attacked. Purely on impulse, she had pressed her shaking fingers to the inside of the angel’s wrist, leaving him screaming out in agony. It took hardly a second for him to leave his husk empty. Then, they were left with the girl.

The girl who was not really a girl at all. She had slick black hair that shone like an oil spill in the dim light of the stowage. She stared at them with widened eyes, lit with the rage of a thousand infernos.

Compassionate Captivation➢ Holy Oil!Reader that has a keen interest in holy beings. Not just angels, but demons as well. She has to be told many times that the best way to speculate such creatures is not to trap them, as that impulse has caught them in some very sticky situations. There’s an admiration for those beings, for angels and demons. 

Fiery Sentiment➢ She is always warm, as though the blaze had caught beneath her skin, running free in her veins. Which is why when winter comes for the first time Dean has to pull her from the snow with clamoring hands, her nose has turned pink in the Michigan tundry. Her fingers pulled taut beneath a pair of thick knit gloves, but she’s too caught in the wonderment of it all to notice how truly frigid she is. 

Fervent Indulgences➢ The ways of the world are completely irrelevant to her. She does what she wishes with the life she’d been granted, and she sees no other way to live. She’s filled to the brim with sharp words and heated eagerness. She refuses to conform to the ways of society. Sam had instructed her carefully on considerate conversations. It didn’t matter though, she said what she wanted the way she wanted to say it.