#iinanimas

     "What?!" Jared said, the surprise becoming obvious in his voice as he had been completely taken by surprise as he looked up to Sam who was holding tightly onto the table, doubled over in pain, and quickly rushed to his side, putting a hand behind his back.  

     They had been preparing for when this moment came, but yet everything Jared had learned seemed to vanish as a wave of panic set in as Sam announced that the baby was coming. Calm down! His mind yelled at himself as he quickly shook himself out of his trance and looked at Sam, taking one deep breath. "Come on, let's get you to the bedroom." He said voice soft and soothing as he put an arm behind Sam's back and the other behind his legs as he lifted the other man off the ground and carried him to their bedroom, laying him down on the bed.

     [She heard the catchy Bruno Mars song on youtube.            So now she was prancing around the building singing it]

"It's a beautiful night!     We're looking for something dumb to do!         Hey, baby. I think I wanna marry youuuuuuu!~"

      There was something he had noticed beyond the pain and suffering of the fallen that he was striving toward. The day the angels fell from Heaven had killed him, and not just in the metaphoric sense either. He didn't know how much more of the pain he could take, and that small glimmer of hope beyond his agony was going to be his temporary salvation. Nothing but death and ash surrounded him, and if there was a possibility that maybe, just maybe, one of his beloved siblings were alive and around, he would take it. He just needed to see someone he loved alive, because all these dead bodies were a strain on his sanity.

      He felt it nearby, a small remnant of Grace that was beckoning his own. His wings, which remained barely intact, the feathers singed at the tips and withering away, huffed up at the thought of a sibling close. He couldn't tell who it was yet, but at the moment, he didn't really care. Desperate and suffering, he followed the trace blindly.

      And then there he was, standing in the middle of a large room, staring at a man he'd never met before. But he still felt it, like an itch he couldn't scratch. It was there, just barely there in front of him, so close but so far away. Who could it be? His mind search for a name almost immediately. Wasn't Castiel, or Inias, or Haniel. Not Daniel, or Jerahmeel, or G-- no, wait...