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So, guys.   I feel horrible right now.   I had this dream last night....     I was like, in this house with Sam, Dean, and Cas,  and these people/demons/whatever showed up,  and we were all fighting them.   And one of them was attacking Cas on the roof..    And I tried to go help him.. But I didn't make it in time.... The thing had like, well..   I don't even want to say it.   It hurts to say it..     But it had..killed him.   And like..  I don't even know what happened, but I went like, pissed-angel on their asses, and all of the demons and whatever were dead.     I think I had made Dean and Sam flee the scene or whatever..    Cuz they weren't there anymore.     I went to Castiel's body..   And like, cried..    And the place was on fire..   So I had to leave..    So, I took a few things from the place,  and I think his body as well, and like, took off flying over the town..    Crying along the way.. I remember looking out over the town.. The view itself was beautiful.. But not the situation.     I think next, I dropped off his body, and went to a store for some reason..  There were people there that I knew.. And I don't even remember what I bought.. But I was only there for a few moments,  and then I got in a car, and was driven to a graveyard,  where they had somehow burried him already..    And people were there, digging up like, some sort of time capsule thingy..    Idk..   But, like, I stared at the grave for a moment..    And that's when I realized..   It wasn't Cas..     It was the REAL Misha..   And It hurt.   Like, physically hurt.     And I walked up a hill and stuff.. to some house or something..   And it turned out to be the Collins' house..     And I walked in..   I got this really eerie feeling.. The worst feelig that you could get when walking into a house that someone who had died had owned.. And Vicki was there, and talked to me..   And she showed me a folded up piece of paper, like a school-note..   And it was from him to her..    And it was this kinda messy, kinda fancy writing..   It was a poem.    And I read it(I'm still trying to remember what it said, now..), then looked up, and saw West playing in the corner of the room.. And he looked up at me. Just looked at me all innocent-like.. ................  And the tears, guys.,   The tears I cried when I woke up..    They could have drowned me.  It was awful.   I had to go straight to the Internet to make sure Misha and his family were still okay.    Which, they are.    *Sigh of relief.*  Mishaaaaaaaaaa.. D: fashhkgcjghcsdgjhscdjghsagjsshx....

OH MY GAWD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Please don't judge... I just like it... Makes me focus...