#brookethecorruptedangel

             ---- The hunter cringes as her hand comes into contact with his wounds,              they're fresh and they ache every time blood passes over the split flesh.              Teeth grit together, forcing his mind away from each gash in his torso.              There are three total, one across his abdomen, one in his side, the other              across the middle of his back. Blood has soaked into his shirt, like a              poison into a well, blackening all that was once pure. Dean doesn't              want to object, but everything inside of his is telling her to let him go. 

Carson walked into his new school not really in the mood seeing as the place stunk probably an usual odor to the kids who attended there but to him it was like walking full blown into a room of gasoline tanks.. Trust his nose to actually mean what he thought after all he did set fire to his own house as a kid.. "K so first up is." He glanced at where his schedule was which was on his phone,"Man I can't read it..." He sighed knowing survival was not his thing. Well at least when it came to legal things such as attending school.

"Have you looked at me I'm supposed to be dead after my stupid mistakes and here I am black eyed and rather too cold for my own liking." Cas's voice rose he was scared but he would never admit it.

"Are you going to keep staring at me?"

"I’ll just take that pie off your hands thank you."

"Shush I like taking selfies sometimes." He pouts a little taking the picture.