#selfdcstructed

            ❝  YOU’RE OUT OF YOUR GODDAMN MIND IF YOU THINK i’d touch that thing with anything less than a sterilized 15-foot pole.  ❞  the Archangel’s features morph in disgust as he inches away from the heavily mutilated... thing the monster of the week the boys had been chasing before calling him in for help. Gabriel had known from the moment he flew to Dean’s location that WHATEVER they were dealing with was something nasty, if the sight of the body hadn’t been enough, it was the lingering smell of the monster itself.  ❝  Cassie might be comfortable with getting up close and personal with corpses, but i am not.  ❞

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒, 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐃.      &      he       couldn’t         quite          remember     where   he   ended  up,         or       the      events       prior       to        the       ringing      clamor    in    his    ears.     ( this  was  not  angel  radio,  this  was  pain ! )       castiel    could     taste      the   blood       as      it         poured       from   his      gums.        an      indomitable    pain   emanated   from   his   stomach.        /    REMEMBER  CASTIEL ?  YOUR  FOOLISHNESS  BROUGHT YOU  TO YOUR KNEES,  AND THEN, YOUR BACK.    pain    revealed   itself    differently    now ,   in   this mortal  form.                                it   was  raw,   and  it  grew  from the point of injury.        he   sputtered,    and    with   it    his   blood  was  free ! 

this was the third time the phone was ringing, with no interruption of dean’s voice, except his brother’s voicemail that clicked on.

“where the fuck are you? call me ASAP, dude. i’m worried.” the call ended and the phone was flung into the next bed, where his brother should’ve been, but wasn’t. he was irritated, angry, obviously. sam shook his head and ran his hands through his hair, only to jump when the phone started ringing. he literally jumped for the bed, grabbing it, answering with an eager  —–