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the  younger  winchester  disquiets  him  most.

the  demon  blood  that  courses  through  sam's  veins,  though  invisible  to  man,  glows  a  deep,  putrid  purple  through  the  angel's  eyes.  deeper  still,  castiel  senses  the  impenetrable  darkness  in  the  boy's  soul.  he  feels  it.  gravity  will  slowly,  inexorably,  pull   the  whole  world  inside  him  .  .  .

'  do  not  waste  my  time.  heaven  sees  all,  sam.

exhaustion still lingers in every pore in her body, despite having at least eight hours judging by the brightness leaking between the curtains in the bedroom. plus, she's fairly certain she fell asleep on the couch last night... not long into the tv episode she'd insisted she could stay up for. her first year of her residency has been brutal and she's asked her mom more than once how she had even considered having her sister in the middle of it. she's tempted to remain in bed for the first day of one of only three weeks interns are allotted off in her program... but, sam's already out of bed. she wants to squeeze as much time in with him as she can before they meet alyssa and her new girlfriend at rocky mountain national park for the weekend.

following a small stretch, she makes her way out to the kitchen still clad in her pjs. the rich, nutty scent of coffee reaches her before she steps into the kitchen, somehow instantly making her hyperaware of the dark circles under her eyes... eighty hours in the emergency department is not a light work week. rubbing at her eyes as sam comes into view, still fiddling with the coffee machine, even though what looks like a perfect cup is steaming inside of her favorite mushroom mug. she leans in to press a kiss to his cheek before her hands wrap around the mug, savoring the warmth. ❝ still up for going for brunch this morning? we could always order in and pig out on the couch. ❞ either way, she wants her lemon blueberry french toast.

❛ 𝐘eah no ˏ if yer not safe we aren’t goin’ down this route 。 Let’s head in the opposite direction and cut them off instead 。 ❜

if john said he wasn't tired, he'd be lying. being on the road, hunting, searching, looking, and the guilt of a family he couldn't protect. a family he felt like he fractured even further because all he saw were the demons everywhere. the worst part was not knowing if he'd do anything differently if he had the chance to go back in time and do it all again.

　　　“  what   the   fuck   did   you   do?  ”     all   hushed   panic   ⸻   that   steady   rise   from   her   place   on   the   porch   and   the   quiet   scuff   of   her   boots   against   the   wood.   her   hands   rise   and   bloody   themselves   against   sam’s   jaw,   visage   cradled   by   a   mother   worn   to   the   bone   with   her   worry.     “  you   promised   me.   you   promised   me   you   weren’t   gonna   go   after   him,   samuel.  ”