THE SENTIMENT SIMPLY SPILLED from his lips before he could hold it back; thoughts temporarily escaping. sawyer is sitting quietly in the rec room with a blanket on his lap, cocoa left untouched on the table with the old photo he'd found sitting beside it. the only one of his parents he still has. he is still fairly new to this —— to learning of the real horrors that lurk in the dark, terrible things he'd believed only existed within the realm of fiction until recently. paths had been crossed with two brothers after that; seasoned hunters with a lifetime of monster kills under their belt. death seems to cling to them the way it has to sawyer; the pair of them apparently even succumbing to it themselves a few times. and now he's here, in their safe dwelling —— sitting beside a real angel. he'd hardly been able to believe it at first, despite the fact he has come to terms with the existence of ghosts, demons and monsters. a year ago, the very notion that he'd be roommates with an ENTITY FROM HEAVEN would've had sawyer wondering if he'd finally lost his mind. but hey... if monsters are real, why not angels? it had even been comforting to know there was something good among all the bad. castiel's response is something to think about, and sawyer fidgets with his fingers as he considers it. what purpose, though? the same as sam and dean? he manages a laugh, though; albeit bitter and dry in nature. “ ...what i believe. now that's a complicated road to go down. ” right now it is, anyway. everything he once believed had been disproven, and it takes a lot of getting used to. he nods slowly and slightly to castiel's advice, then looks back at the picture. “ you're right. ” they have already been his inspiration for pulling himself out of the gutter and fixing his life, but of course it hadn't LASTED. not after his home had been invaded. as for the memory of his parents... “ castiel... i, um... i've been meaning to ask you something. ” he had since they met, but had been too afraid of the answer if it turned out not to be the one he wanted to hear. he'd fidgeting again, but directs his gaze toward the angel, childlike curiosity in his pale blues. “ so you're... from heaven. i get that. ” that and the existence of god had been a lot to take, but he couldn't exactly question it anymore. not when faced with living proof. “ but... do humans go there when they die, or is that just something made up to make us feel better? ” to know the people he has loved and lost still live on somewhere and in some form would be incredible. but not as GHOSTS. they're tortured, in pain, and barely the person they used to be.
*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ CONTINUED. / @MERITEVOLE.
