Minds with broken wings | Broken Castiel and Future Crowley |
There’s blood on his shirt, in his mouth, his fingers and toes are cold, he began to feel something different, like a pure energy that was beginning to spread through his body, when it stopped, he noticed that he was no longer where he was before. He wants to close his eyes further, shut it out completely, ignore that it means someone’s in the room, that they’ve found him, but then that’d mean acknowledging his fear, looking afraid, and Crowley doesn’t intend to die a demon with piss in his pants, saying that though, the bottle of scotch that he’d been drinking from has tipped over beside him and is soaking through his last good pair of trousers. Then gradually Crowley opened his eyes, and noticed inside a house. “Where…Where Am I?…”