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an experiment in hypotheticals and thought theory: was god not eternal as the cosmic shelf of heaven and it's bodily constituents? did he not thread himself through every fiber of the divine blanket that made what humans understood as space? if castiel, an angel borne to his father, stuck a pen knife between god's third and fourth rib, would he find the heart? would it bleed?

sam's features scrunch, some amount of pensive, muddled dismay furrowing his brow. his palm sleds the cap of his knee, thumb impressing the denim into an old white scar gnarled beneath the washed out blue. if blasphemy had been given form, it would nestle into every crag of this very room, blooming overhead and scenting of rain.

she's smoking a cigarette , sitting on the wooden bench in front of the small corner store , a far-off look in her eye. a figure approached and sat down in the empty spot beside her. gemma didn't spare them a glance , she spoke indirectly to the openness between them , ❝ do you think god forgives the really bad things ? ❞