builtofsin:
“ Therein lies my point. There is no proof. What I am convinced of is this: I once told a dear friend of mine that I, too, believed in a higher power until I became one. This… crap you speak of is tangible. I am tangible. The Nefilimy, though I fear someone as wholly mundane as you are may never have the misfortune of crossing paths with them. God is not. Unless, of course, you know something I don’t––which seems… ” He pauses for appraisal, or lack thereof. “ Unlikely. ”
he can’t exactly refute that. sam is far enough past the insecurities of being a little kid to admit that for all he does know, for all he’s seen and learned, there’s still a whole world of things that he doesn’t and hasn’t. like that word, for instance. nefilimy. nothing stirs familiarity, nothing tousles the rolodex of ghoulies and ghosties he’s tucked in his head and in his father’s journal. that’s the first red flag. well —— maybe not the first. maybe just the first in a few minutes. “ so, seeing is believing, is that it? you sound like my brother. but you’re right, there’s a lot i don’t know. ” his brows draw together. “ i don’t know about ‘nefilimy,’ but i know ‘nefilim’ was originally a hebrew word. translates to ‘the fallen ones,’ right? crops up in ezekiel 32:22. can’t really pronounce the greek version. so what are they, really? ”
