- to atone.

I'm writing a lyrics musing, and I went to Youtube to listen to the song. I turned the sound on and music was already playing. I thought it was Spotify playing--it wasn't. I thought it was iTunes--iTunes wasn't open. I thought maybe it was Youtube--the video wasn't playing. I couldn't find where it was coming from. In distress, I screamed out "HeeeLP ME!" to my sister. Then I found it. It was your music. Anyway, your playlist is A list (See what I did there? It... it rhymed. Hah.)

followyourorders submitted: 

-- What struck Castiel as odd--when it was all said and done; the fluttering of wings ceased and the blankness settled in--was that he couldn't depict where Deanna was anymore. No, the etchings on her ribs weren't to the point of total closure of her location. He could always tell that she was in existence, in some sort of place that blurred from his reach and sight. But this feeling. This was like a solid wall between him and her, a complete blockade. It made him wonder...if he'd been wrong, if he really wasn't a hero for killing Samandriel--maybe something went wrong. But he couldn't find Deanna to ask her what was going on, why she was using some sort of angel proofing to keep him out. Perhaps asking for her help in finding Samandriel was the last straw, and he'd overstepped. Somehow. That didn't seem right. --