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* you know, i’ve been here for a very long time. and i remember many things. i remember being at a shoreline, watching a little gray fish heave itself up on the beach, and an older brother saying, “ don’t step on that fish, castiel. big plans for that fish.” I remember the tower of babel, all 37 feet of it, which i suppose was impressive at the time. and when it fell, they howled divine wrath. but come on, dried dung can only be stacked so high. 

i remember cain and abel. david and goliath. sodom and gomorrah. and of course, i remember the most remarkable event —- remarkable because it NEVER came to pass. it was averted by two boys, an old drunk, and a fallen angel. the grand story. 

we ripped up the ending, the rules, and destiny, leaving nothing but freedom and choice. which is all well and good, except … well, what if I’ve made the wrong choice? how am I supposed to know? 

                                                      but I’m getting ahead of myself. 

                                       let me tell you my story. let me tell you everything.

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I’M HERE NOW.  there are still 400 of you here ???? wh y  but also it gives me a chance to say that i’ve moved again.

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OKAY GUYS, I MOVED ON OVER TO A SIDE BLOG. FOR THOSE THAT ARE INTERESTED : ( HERE ) / MY TWITTER IS ALSO AVAILABLE ! 

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OKAY GUYS, I MOVED ON OVER TO A SIDE BLOG. FOR THOSE THAT ARE INTERESTED : ( HERE ) / MY TWITTER IS ALSO AVAILABLE ! 

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OKAY GUYS, I MOVED ON OVER TO A SIDE BLOG. FOR THOSE THAT ARE INTERESTED : ( HERE ) / MY TWITTER IS ALSO AVAILABLE ! 

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OKAY GUYS, I MOVED ON OVER TO A SIDE BLOG. FOR THOSE THAT ARE INTERESTED : ( HERE ) / MY TWITTER IS ALSO AVAILABLE ! 

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OKAY GUYS, I MOVED ON OVER TO A SIDE BLOG. FOR THOSE THAT ARE INTERESTED : ( HERE ) / MY TWITTER IS ALSO AVAILABLE ! 

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OKAY GUYS, I MOVED ON OVER TO A SIDE BLOG. FOR THOSE THAT ARE INTERESTED : ( HERE ) / MY TWITTER IS ALSO AVAILABLE ! 

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OKAY GUYS, I MOVED ON OVER TO A SIDE BLOG. FOR THOSE THAT ARE INTERESTED : ( HERE ) / MY TWITTER IS ALSO AVAILABLE ! 

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OKAY GUYS, I MOVED ON OVER TO A SIDE BLOG. FOR THOSE THAT ARE INTERESTED : ( HERE ) / MY TWITTER IS ALSO AVAILABLE ! 

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OKAY GUYS, I MOVED ON OVER TO A SIDE BLOG. FOR THOSE THAT ARE INTERESTED : ( HERE ) / MY TWITTER IS ALSO AVAILABLE ! 

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OKAY GUYS, I MOVED ON OVER TO A SIDE BLOG. FOR THOSE THAT ARE INTERESTED : ( HERE ) / MY TWITTER IS ALSO AVAILABLE ! 

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OKAY GUYS, I MOVED ON OVER TO A SIDE BLOG. FOR THOSE THAT ARE INTERESTED : ( HERE ) / MY TWITTER IS ALSO AVAILABLE ! 

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my ghost… where’d you go? what happened to the soul that you used to be?

{insp.}

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❝ SAM.

silent motifs fall between a blurred line.   slowly descending from the motives that drove him to this point ——————— he pauses.   diminutive flickers of lost direction find his eyes,   but he denies to see them.   a gruesome scene from a movie of nightmares lay before their eyes,   yet the body has grown cold to such a display.   choked words and screams hide behind a face of misery.   acknowledgement of his actions is prevalent.   yet,   justification for them is a primary.   low crackles of power fill the air as the celestial being speaks.   the being is older   (   stronger   )  than the mere mortal.   tongues made of fire resist to speak,   a way to keep from causing permanent damage to the newly created acquaintance.

                         ❝   foolish ?   i’m trying to stop the whole world from ending,   a - and you call that foolish ?  i don’t see you doing anything to stop something that we’re all apart of…   ❞

(   poisoned veins cause the wrong words to come spilling out at the worst times   )

      HURRICANES and THUNDERSTORMS rise in his wake : with a mere WHISPER, he can        terminate the existence of the living. a celestial, wandering, waiting, LURKING. yet, he is        tired of his puppet strings,         but REMINDED to not cut them, and so he continues the        routine.   the seals have broken, lilith marks her territory with bloodshed, for he master’s       RISING shalt not be glorious, but rather a damned disaster,       one the angels could not       afford. ( god had sent his commands : ’ seek       out dean winchester, the righteous boy        who spilt blood in hell; save him, free him.  ’  but for WHAT purpose? ) a greater purpose       lingers ------ one castiel has inklings about,        but cannot confirm ANYTHING. he can        only hope his brethren will choose not to lead  humanity to slaughter, like little lambs.

        ❝  my brothers DIE every day in the field, and you think we are doing NOTHING?               how is ingestion the blood of DEMONS helping you, sam?   how is it helping              DEAN? ❞