But it was not a wrong thing to do, not cold blooded murder. After all he was told both of them had a spot promised in heaven, with no pain and no more suffering. It was all to prevent Michael and Lucifer from getting to their vessels and finally stop the catastrophic fight.

The angel followed the older brother, Dean, to a crappy abandoned storage, one that he locked and guarded with his grace so nothing and no one could come in or out.

“YOU and your fucking MISTAKE almost got the both of us killed! Do the world a GODDAMN FAVOUR and lose your fucking pride. I’m sick of it Winchester.”

YAY! FRISKY FRIDAY!

   It was late. Margot figured the two would be be asleep in their rooms and she could escape to the kitchen for some tea. Her eyes were beginning to swell after a night spent REMEMBERING. It came in waves, the worst parts flooding and hitting the shores of her mind before quietly retreating back. Tonight had decided to be a hurricane. 

  She heard Dean before she saw him. The sound of a ceramic plate being placed one of the steel tables gave her warning to grab her drink and head back to bed. Margot cleared her throat, hoping to get rid of any grogginess that could raise suspension.  

“Morning,” 

-puts phil in a timeout-

❝ You could be used for so much more important things, Dean.  ❞ His lips pursed into a thin-line,  ❝ Do you want to hear what they are? ❞