#fellforth

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“I DON’T GET IT.“ It seems many things escape Jack’s grasp when he tries to find a logical explanation. Chocolate treat in the shape of an egg finds its way to his hand, not yet delighting himself with the taste, as he seems more inversed in knowing the meaning behind it. “Why a chocolate egg is somehow celebrated as the resurrection of Jesus Christ? I don’t think I read that on the Bible.“ Castiel, being an angel, maybe could illustrate and guide his hand on the subject better than the book (which he had been told, has a lot of liberties). “Did he came back as an egg?“

Dean tries not to stare, but his eyes keep flicking over to where Cas sits. He can tell he’s struggling with himself, and Dean wants more than anything to make all of the pain and guilt and uncertainty go away, but he’s never been good with words. All he has are his hands, and a thick blanket he’d pulled from his own bed to keep the cold away. He drapes it gently around the angel’s shoulders, pressing his hands down as if with their solid weight he can ground Cas in the moment, here and now, where everything is at least a little more okay than it had been, before. He doesn’t want to stop touching Cas. It feels like, somehow, as long as he’s got a hand on him, he can keep anything like this from happening again.

      “ You’re not him.  ❜   He whispers lowly under his breath, skepticism present in his eyes that dangerously narrow at the entity that stand before him, minus the beautiful, breathtaking landscape of his grandfather ... God’s ... creations that surround them. Everything is gray and dull, the barks of trees hued like coal around them; dark clouds overhead as thunderstorm rolls in, and the wind becomes colder. The camp burns, ashes gather, and he can taste smoke on his tongue.

   There is no way that Castiel can be here.

   This is a trick. 

   The angels have seen his mind. There’s a large possibility that they know his heart as well, about what he feels about Castiel in general, and they are eager to exploit it to try to get him to their side. By using Castiel.

good luck ! i’m sure you’ll do great !!

          she  does  enjoy  the  range  of  emotions  he  feels,  particularly  the  frustration  that’s  causing  him  to  react  in  such  a  way  towards  her.   blue  eyes  watch  the  angel  carefully,  an  eyebrow  arching  at  his  command  because  she  doesn’t  take  orders  from  ANYONE  but  he  does  have  a  point.   she  needs  to  get  home         to  get  back  to  Silas.   ❝  you’re  lucky  i  like  you.   now,  you  can  either  keep  fighting  against  that  barricade  &  LOSING  or  you  can  sit  your  ass  down  &  help  me  come  up  with  a  plan  to  get  us  out of  here.  ❞

                             he’s taken   a  hit   already,       the smoke having   disappeared   into the air         but his previously   relaxed   expression   screws up   in a short moment’s notice,   as eyes   fixate   on castiel,   curiosity   held in his gaze.         josh  sat  up  abruptly ,         and a small smirk stretched onto his features.   eyes   dropped   for a moment,   as he looks   genuinely     humored     with a certain idea that happened to have just       popped   up       into his mind.              ‘ ‘       hey           dude   ...   have,                    have you ever tried this before   ??       ’ ’              he’d question,   gesturing to the  already-lit  blunt  between his fingers. he felt almost a bit too bad just smoking right in front of the guy,   ( without offering. )   ;       this might make things more fun for the   both   them.

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