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On the bright side, at least she had the energy to correct him. His immediate instinct was to pull Castiel inside, ignoring the bright red smears left on the door and on his shirt. He guided her to a solitary, worn couch and ran to grab his hunter’s first aid kit from under the kitchen sink.

“What the fock ‘appened to yah?!” he demanded with a hurried glance at her over his shoulder, bewildered.

    i was caught in the middle     of murder. i find it rather     amusing that it was nothing     supernatural related.

[    castiel cocked her head, watching as he rushed around hurriedly. she was calm, and her voice was soft as he seemed to panic. ]

there is no need for that, murphy.

My muse stumbles to yours muses door covered head to toe in blood, bruises, cuts, and what not. Send me “Holy hell..” to get my muses full condition, and reaction to the door being opened by your muse.machoxmurph

[    there was blood everywhere. it covered her face, her once white shirt, her hands andbottoms, she was most definitely a mess.

    a delicate hand landed on the door a few times, and the door opened. and that’s whenshe heard those words from the irishman’s mouth. ]

    hell is n o t holy.