Dean Winchester
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The sound of your parents' yells filled the house, each word laced with anger and frustration, creating a sense of dread that settled deep within you. It was a familiar you were, sadly, familiar with. The walls seemed to tremble with their fury, and you wished more than anything to escape the noise. Suddenly, everything went silent.
You looked up, and there he was again, standing in the middle of your room—Castiel, the angel who had been appearing to you for about a month now. You had no idea why he chose you. Maybe it was the prayers you sent out in moments of despair.
His intention was clear: to protect you from the harsh reality outside.
“You don’t need to hear that," his monotone voice rang out softly, his blue eyes holding an underlying care that brought you comfort. You were just a kid, you’re not meant to hear that.
There was a long-needed, peaceful silence in the air, finally giving you a moment of respite. Castiel stepped forward, breaking the quiet with his gentle inquiry,
“How are you? Was school okay?" His attempt to steer your mind away from the chaos outside was evident, the angelic bubble of silence that shielded you from the yelling parents. There was a sense of safety and calm in the air, a stark contrast to the turmoil that had become all too familiar.
.: ⛦⃝ :. | S3 | A Werewolf Hunt Gone Awry
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If she’s as bad as they say I guess I’m cursed
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Singing to you.
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