#devilwillfit

A few days went by and Castiel refused to eat, shower, go out and the simplest things Dean and occasionally Sam asked him to do, their efforts were useless since Castiel had fallen in the hands of depression, flashbacks of that night going through his mind every time his tired body attempted to sleep. It felt worse than when he took on Sam’s suffering after the wall in his head had broken, it was something that he thought would never stop haunting him. He hadn’t slept for days and had grown a beard, wandering around the bunker trying to keep his thoughts away from that night but nothing seemed to work, he wanted to ask for help but he didn’t know how, even though he paid no attention to the Winchesters. He used to stay in the living room, sitting there on the couch, staring into the nothingness as though there was a constant limbo inside his mind stopping him from doing anything else.

(it’s both of our’s birthdays :))

IKR

Senpai's followed me, Wat