It was like being woken from a dream.  That moment where he'd snap back to reality, and Sam and Dean would be talking, or he'd be sitting in the backseat of the Impala, watching the rural countryside pass by from the highway.  But always, there was that moment where he knew that something wasn't quite right, that he was missing something, something ( Read more... )

His body hurts as he hits the ground, his eyes still burning from the flash of garish white light that wrapped around him.  All he can think is that maybe he's suffered enough, that God is willing to let him die.  Or maybe it's the insanity creeping back up on him again, maybe there was no white light and he'll just lie here until the Leviathans ( Read more... )

Misha wasn't upset. Not really. Yes, Jen was pretty, there were times, moments- okay, alot of moments- where Misha thought that he just might swing that way. But, he wasn't a high school girl, he didn't fall head over heels for someone and angst and write bad poetry and burn roses just because his crush didn't pick up on his less than subtle ( Read more... )

It hurt, that realization that this was his fault and that he couldn't fix it.  Looking at Sam on the bed, that knowledge that this wasn't something he could touch and make better made him feel helpless, powerless.  He was still coming to terms with his memories, with everything he'd done, how he'd hurt the only people that had trusted him, that ( Read more... )

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Dean/Cas -- Angst Meme