He was not under any order, mostly wandering around out of Metatron's manor. He wanted to see the world, to see the humans he loved so much and most of all, to be away from the place that was the sole home he had. The angels in there were working faster than a pile of bees and if he was honest with himself, he would see that something wasn't all right in Paradise.
More now that the doubts over Metatron's real intentions were starting to nest in his mind.
So when he actually came across Dean again, Gadreel didn't run away, he didn't turn around, he simply stayed there, watching at the human with a tilted head.
"I would have thought you smart enough to skip town as you say down here. Then again..."
He didn't finish his sentence, a little mocking smile curling on his lips.
27:Which episode is the scariest to you? (Horror-movie type scary)
In all honesty I don't fine any of the episodes scary. Well.. Anymore. When I first started watching it when I was like 7 the only scary things i remember I was scared of alastiar at first.
39:Which actor would you most like to meet in real life?
Jen walked up to the front door of the bunker holding a large brown paper bag full of food and drinks. Jen put the bag down on the ground and knocked on the door. "Hey, Dean? You home?"
Dean had been leafing through a book and was just about to wander into the main room of the bunker the moment a knock came to the front door. Raising his gaze from the book to the door, the hunter blinked and set the book down. He then made his way to the front, confusion clearly visible on his face before he heard Jensen’s muffled voice and opened the door with a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Dean opened the door fully, gesturing for Jensen to come inside. “What’re you doin’ here?”
They'd been on a routine hunt. Tracking down a fabled poltergeist in the woods, trying to find the freakin' body that their source swore was there. Honestly, Dean had been totally skeptical of the woman's claims. Especially with that damn look she kept giving him during their interview.
Soon a loud crack - a bang - had gone off and the next thing Dean saw was blood. Massive amounts of it. Pouring, slipping between his fingers when he'd taken that one second to try and locate the injury before another round went off.
Hell, the hunter didn't even have enough time to see nor feel where the bullet hit or if it'd been Sam that fired the gun. All he could remember was collapsing to his knees, a pained, wet, strained wheeze coming from him before the world started going black at the edges. Almost like tunnel vision. And all he could see was Sam's panicked face, numbly registering that his brother was holding his face, trying to tell him that it'd be okay. Like always.
That's all Dean could remember seeing.
Groaning, Dean lolled his head back and squeezed his eyes shut. Shit. His chest was killing him and hurt like a mother - which made no sense 'cause he was pretty sure his neck took the brunt of the gunshot. In fact...his chest kind of hurt like when Sam blasted him in the rundown asylum.
Eventually deciding to grit hit teeth and bear with it, Dean rolled onto his side and sat up. Clenching his jaw, the hunter cast a glance around the room and furrowed his brows at what he was seeing.
Why the Hell was he in the asylum? Was the injury that bad that he was dreaming of nearly being shot to death? Fuck. Anything else was better than this. He didn't need to remember this.
Then again, if he was dreaming of this...where the Hell was dream-Sam?
No. He had to get up and find some way to wake up, not dwell here wondering about this and that. With that in mind, he pushed to stand and grunted at the effort. Jesus Christ. Why were his muscles so stiff?
