@graveburns ✦ ° 。* plotted starter
he is tense. a star bound loosely by flesh. he knew his mission, it was burned into his grace. STOP THE SEALS FROM BREAKING. that was after he, the angel of thursday, was chosen to resurrect the RIGHTEOUS MAN. ( it was important, the last resurrection he could remember was that of the messiah himself ) ✦ ° 。 he turns, wanting to expel the might of his angel blade, to tear down these warded walls and smite the demons that bound them into oblivion ( ! ) the angel internalizes this rage by lifting deep watery hues to the ceiling. humans would not notice, he thought. in the millennium of watching the earth, they never did.
castiel expounds a sigh, to be a mystery thereof what he should have done to prevent this. . but that can wait. “ DEAN. ” his deep voice rises like the tide, “ there must be a way out.” a twinkle of annoyance dried anger from his eyes “ I don’t believe sitting down is the best method of search.”