Your hard times are ahead

Little fish eats his foods 

[ BANDAGE ] : sender bandages a wound on receiver.

[ GUIDE ] : sender puts a hand on he receiver's back to guide them somewhere.

[ WAVE ]: sender waves down receiver to get their attention.

[ SIGN ]: sender raises their hand to sign to receiver. what follows can be anything the sender desires.

[ LIFT ]: sender lifts receiver's chin to look at them.

[ LIGHT ]: sender lights receiver's cigarette/candle/etc.

[ FIND ] : sender finds receiver beaten and/or bloodied.

[ PIN ]: sender pins receiver against the wall during combat/sparring.

[ GET DOWN ]: sender tackles receiver out of the way of danger.

[ TAKE ]: sender takes a hit meant for receiver.

[ CAUGHT ]: sender finds receiver somewhere they aren't supposed to be.

[ TRAP ]: sender traps the receiver somewhere they don't want to be.

[ DARLING ]: sender touches receiver's cheek.

[ SNATCH ]: sender snatches receiver's wrist as they turn to go.

[ STAB ]: sender stabs receiver.

[ DRAG ]: sender drags receiver from point a to point b.

[ SIT ]: sender sits on receiver's lap.

[ EN GARDE ]: sender and receiver get into some kind of fight.

[ DRUNK ]: sender finds receiver drunk.

[ BLOOD ]: sender walks into receiver's room covered in blood.

[ FLOWER ]: sender offers a flower to receiver.

[ HOLD ]: sender reaches to hold receiver's hand.

[ BRUSH ]: sender brushes a strand of hair out of receiver's face.

[ NOTE: ] sender writes a note for receiver. the contents are whatever the sender decides.

[ EYES ]: sender notices receiver looking at them.

[ STOP ]: sender raises hand to signal the receiver to stop in place.

[ TAP ]: sender taps receiver on the shoulder to get their attention.

[ WAKE ]: sender gently wakes receiver from a nap or otherwise.

[ MORNING AFTER ]: sender and receiver wake up together for the first time after a night of passion.

[ BLANKET ]: sender drapes a blanket over receiver's shoulders.

[ HUDDLE ]: sender and receiver huddle together in an effort to stay warm.

[ TUG ]: sender pulls receiver away from them.

[ PUSH ]: sender pushes receiver away from them.

It wouldn't have been the end of the world. Not the first time they'd died, or even the 50th. In purgatory, it was just a thing that happened. Topside? Topside was never fun. It hurt every time, and there was people there who gave a damn. Not that Luke hadn't cared, the few times they'd been nailed after the plasmid injections, he'd always either been waiting by their origin point, or only a few hours away. There were a few times Bern had been waiting at his. It was more like picking someone up from the hospital than anything else, no real reason for grief or urgency. Which made the relief in Lucy's voice somehow worse.

Not much longer. That wrenched the hunter's gaze from the water, swinging it first to the vanished limbs and then dark blue eyes. "What the fuck do you mean? Are you dying?" Bern wasn't going to pretend they knew how Lucy worked, or even what she was, other than one of the few sentient things in the universe they cared about. It was enough to get the hunter off the shore, and if they were able, a cold hand pressed against Lucy's back to get her moving. "Come on, we passed a bait shop about a mile back. It's got to have a door you can use." I'm not going to be the reason you fucking disappear.

/// Should I make a supernatural verse for Tom, and inflict him on more people. I mean look at this man

                              "ARE CENTAURS ASKED TO BE BORN CENTAURS? Are humans asked to be born humans? Nobody ever asked me if I wanted to be created as an angel. I'm glad about it, though." Humans are messy and ruled by their emotions. Plus, they don't have wings. The mere idea of losing his wings makes Castiel want to throw up in agony. 

"Well, to my knowledge, centaurs aren't real. So, we've got that going for us." It seemed the quote of I need to annoy this angel on purpose had been fulfilled, because Bern seemed happy enough to continue the conversation along familiar lines. Hey, it was out of love, the angel was practically their brother-in-law, as much as Dean would deny it. If you don't annoy your family, who will? That's important work.

"If I could smite things, I'd be unstoppable. Would you trust me with divine weapons? I'd trust me with divine weapons." Bern knew damn well the answer was a fat no, but man, they could dream. If this was Dungeons and Dragons, Bern could just write up a tinkering background, sink a few levels into artificer, and create a grace cannon. They could see the description now, if a celestial dies within 20 feet of the cannon, their essence is absorbed and the cannon gains 20 charges that can be unleashed as part of the attack action for 8d6 radiant damage. Demons wouldn't stand a chance with that bad boy on deck, at least until it ran out.

Farewell and adieu to you fair Spanish ladies Farewell and adieu you ladies of Spain. For we received orders for to sail back to Boston And soon never more will we see you again.