#hellraiiser

[9:01:53 PM] вoner мcвonerѕon: also whoops

[9:02:02 PM] snoopbro: what did u do

[9:02:11 PM] вoner мcвonerѕon: i sent you angst?

[9:02:16 PM] snoopbro: oh no

[9:02:20 PM] snoopbro: i havent been on to check

[9:02:21 PM] snoopbro: im

[9:02:23 PM] snoopbro: im scared now

[9:02:29 PM] вoner мcвonerѕon: i just now sent it

[9:02:31 PM] вoner мcвonerѕon: so

[9:02:36 PM] вoner мcвonerѕon: no worries

[9:02:37 PM] вoner мcвonerѕon: >>

[9:02:38 PM] вoner мcвonerѕon:

[9:04:51 PM] snoopbro: NOPES RIGHT OUT OF MY INBOX

[9:04:59 PM] вoner мcвonerѕon: IM SORRY

[9:05:08 PM] snoopbro: WHY THIS

[9:05:20 PM] вoner мcвonerѕon: I JUST

I DONT KNOW

SORRY

[9:05:45 PM] snoopbro: SCREAMS AND COLLAPSES

[9:05:53 PM] snoopbro: NOT TODAY SATAN

This shouldn’t have happened. They shouldn’t be here. But they are.

It was supposed to have been a simple job. Find the witch, take her out, and go home. But of course it hadn’t gone simply. It never did. No, somehow [Castiel still isn’t sure entirely how she’d done it] the woman had sent them somewhere that most certainly wasn’t earth. Or at least not the earth his father had created.

No, the land here was strange and the people even more so. They dressed clothes similar to those he’d seen people wear during the middle ages and spoke in a similar manner, and his Father help him, Castiel was very, very confused.

Shaking his wings out and sliding closer to Dean, the former angel glanced around warily at the people around him, noting the shock and fear on their faces.

[ x ] ;; selectively accepting

Tears streaming down his face and a choked sounding sob escaping him, Castiel reached for Dean, fingers curling in his shirt when they made contact. He knew it’d only been a dream, nothing to worry about, yet it had all seemed so real.

[ such a nerd ] ;; accepting

                                “I've been sleeping with the lights on                                            Cause the darkness is surrounding you                                            This is my world, this is my choice                                            And you're the drug that gets me through.”

        Blue eyes hold nothing but sadness as they stare at the man in front of him, soul dark as the abyss. The green eyed hunter with a heart of gold is gone, replaced by something dark and twisted. And for all that the righteous man is no longer righteous, the angel still loves him, still holds him above others. And it’s w r o n g, dangerous; but when was he ever right?

Sure thing!