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.
“I’m sorry, Sam — It just takes too much effort for me to fly anymore. I wish I could help but there’s nothing I can do.”
[ castiel had just been spending his time sitting around doing nothing due to his cut off from heaven. ]
❝ cas, come on man, we could really use your help. there has to be something you can do… ❞
[ they’ve dealt with pretty bad before, but come on, this is the fucking apocalypse they’re talking about. it kind of seems like a l o t to put on two boys’ shoulders, even if they are the winchesters. ]
she nodded, arms folded almost awkwardly across her chest. she hated it when he looked at her like that, almost a silent confirmation that she’d done wrong. sighing, she looked up at him, arms falling to her sides. “I will. I jus’…I thought the safety was on..”
it’s strange, seeing ruby so…. vulnerable. sam doesn’t like it. it’s at odds with her character, and it makes him feel all kinds of uneasy. he sighs, letting his hands rest on his hips and is silent for a moment, watching a point over ruby’s head.
❝ i’m gonna… head back, i guess. ❞ [ a short but pregnant pause ] ❝ dean’s not… he should be… out, for a while… ❞
