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"I know, Rose, I —

✪ my muse seeing the ghost of your muse

     He first knows something is wrong when his breath shows in the air for a brief moment before dissipating. 

     His brow furrows in both scorn and curiosity, for as far as he knows the building has no spiritual history. However his thoughts are interrupted as the lights begin to flicker, followed soon after by a woman’s voice. 

     He’d recognize that cockney accent anywhere. 

      Slowly, the angel turns. He knows very well what he’s going to see, although that doesn’t stop him from dreading it — and of course, there stands the flickering image of Rose Tyler, her eyes sunken in and her skin a ghastly pallor. 

          “Hello, Rose.” 

     His tone is quiet, sympathetic. It doesn’t yet matter how this came to be. That is a problem for a later time. For now, all Castiel wants is to help give her the rest she deserves. 

Send ✉ for an 2 AM text

{ text } : Do you ever wonder why humans decided it was orthodox to wrap their arms around each other tightly as a sign of affection? 

{ … }

{ text - castiel } : … { text - castiel } : oh my god, you didn’t { text - castiel } : you couldn’t smell the alcohol?

{ text  - Rose Tyler } : nope 

{ text - Rose Tyler } : but i sure as hell tast ed ti