Soldier’s letter to his wife written while on active service in France and describing the experience as ‘hell on Earth’. Enclosed with the letter is a pressed poppy as a souvenir. 10 July, 1918. (x)
so yeah when cas lost his grace last time it wasn’t his choice, it was taken by force.
but perhaps this time, with this grace, he’ll choose, he’ll make his own decision to become human.
if you can suck out an angel’s grace
why the fuck couldn’t cas do that with raphael in s6
just swallow him down
oh right because ur all retconning shits of hack writers
Sam has been clawing at the walls for days. Broken nails and bloodied fingers, the skin ripping and tearing away. He has one window, one pristine viewing window, but all he sees is chaos.
His arm, his hand, curled and thrown, knocking Dean back flat on the cold ground. His hand, glowing bright and blinding, burning Kevin’s eyes from his sockets, taking his life as effortlessly and swiftly as a bird soars in the sky.
And he is crumpled in the corner, shutting his eyes tight, trying to block it out. Trying to forget the anguish that he felt in him as Kevin folded into himself, lifeless. He focuses on his anger, anger colliding with fear at his brother.
Fear of his own anger as he wishes briefly that Gadriel had burned Dean out, snuffed Dean’s flame. Fear quickly swallowed with guilt, because he doesn’t want that. No more than he wanted it to happen to Kevin.
But most of all he feels remorse, because he wasn’t strong enough to complete the trials. Because he let Dean stop him, let his big brother walk him away from his destiny.
Then the anger is back, but its anger at himself. Because he is weak, because he allowed himself to back down. Allowed himself to be tricked into saying yes to this unknown force.
Sam’s not sure how often the cycle repeats, a broken record, toxic emotion following after toxic emotion. Repeating until he begins to flicker, until his own flame is snuffed out.
And the bloodied walls are surrounding cold, empty air.