chuck saw that coming
"He's a prophet of the Lord."
-the angel Castiel
if there's anything that Chuck would know about the future,
please leave a comment to this entry - it doesn't have to be something complete
it could be a glimpse, a phrase, something important, something inconsequential.
a thought, a feeling, a place, anything.
"N-Nothing's whole, or in order anymore. ...Kinda like Heaven."
one - made here
the impala in front of his house. two hunters, one, maybe two angels in his living room. [x]
a flash of colour, shoes walking across the pavement, a song playing loud on an otherwise empty street. [x]
guns, but there's always guns. [x]
a window. black eyes. the sun off of a car hood, sitting in the street.
another flash of colour and the sound of people shouting. the smell of blood, water and salt.
angels dying, smote to the ground, black trails of their death pressed against broken boards and stone walls.
the aura of the brightest angel that he's ever seen in a vision, twisting and turning into the shape of a man. the thought that the host has dimmed in comparison. [x]
raphael is looking for the winchesters. for dean-
two cups of tea on the table, handles turned left. [x]
a full bottle of beer.
two
The invisible sound of feathers, crowding over you. This isn't Raphael....it's another archangel coming to your aid.
A large room, a table, the devil in residence, discussions and plans. Renintroductions. [x]
A red mustang convertable, parked on the street, three similar models nearby.
Unearthed dirt, a man crawling out, blond and pale, quietly neutral, looking up at Lucifer with familiarity. [x]
Two charms strung along a necklace.
A strained silence, the threat of something hanging in the air.
Michael, leaning over Sam Winchester, something unusual in Sam's eyes. [x]
Castiel, bloodied and weakened, an explosion of angel light as the Winchesters look away. His crumpled form on the ground, Dean standing over him, fierce and angry.
A redheaded woman speaking to a man, familiar. Old souls, them - a general and his career personified....the embodiment of war?
Dusty diner tables, menus pushed against the wall. [x]
A phone ringing, lost somewhere.
The click of heels on the floor.
Your own personal brush with Death, feeling afraid, but ready, because death means it's over and you can finally stop being afraid of dying.
A darkness rolling across the sky, then suddenly fading away.
three - made here
Sam wrapped protectively in the blinding light of angel wings. [x]
Dean kissing Castiel tenderly, relaxing a way that you've never seen him, not for a long time.
Food on the living room floor.
Sam performing surgery on Dean, attended to by nurses in scrubs.
Smiling Death, slight but charming. A dark haired woman at his elbow. [x]
Angry angels, pushing into a space tucked away from the living world, Michael fierce, Castiel equally so. Another angel, laughing.