a man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river but then he's still left with the river. A man takes his sadness and throws it away but then he's still left with his hands.
The angel tilted her head as she glanced him over. Compared to her, he was extremely tall not to mention, good looking. Mazalel chuckled softly as he groaned and tilted his head back. Obviously he had some bad dealings with her kind. She couldn’t help but me amused at it but also wondered what other angel or angels has he met before.
“No need to worry. I’m not an ass like the rest.”
She took a step closer.
{ ♟ } sam couldn’t help it —- he snorted. not an ass. yeah, right. the only one who’d come close to not being an ass was anna, and look how that had ended. no, sam was pretty darn sure that cas was a one-in-a-million kind of angel. just because he was d r u n k didn’t mean he lost all of his common sense.
❝ i’ll believe that when i see it. ❞
he watched her warily, eyes struggling to lock on her figure.
There’s nothing too interesting on the news, nothing that’d really catch the eye of a normal viewer. But as a trained hunter, it’s easy for Dean to pick up on the potential case material. In big bold letters, the banner on the bottom of the screen flashes the current news as a reporter’s speaking live from the scene of a murder. Pictures appear on the screen, which are the only things that really spark his interest. One in particular shows a nice shot of the suspect, and would you look at that— his eyes flash silver, just like a shifter’s would.
❝Looks like I just found our next case.❞
it’s times like these when sam is especially grateful for technology. without television and cameras and high-tech equipment, he thinks that hunting must’ve been a n i g h t m a r e . it still is a nightmare, but it’s a hell of a lot easier than it used to be.
a flash of silver catches sam’s attention, and he watches the program for a moment before turning to grin at dean.