casontopofthechristmastree:

                   _{Useless explanations and no time to give them, he’s running out of it and soon he’s going to have to come back. Then again, Sam doesn’t really look like he’s gonna trust him any time soon. But he needs to try, he has to stop everything.}

                    _{“My name is Castiel. I am an angel.”}

         _{okay, this is just getting weirder and weirder. an  a n g e l ?  there was a time when sam would accept this, would take it at face value. a part of him still wants to, still clings to the belief that there is a god —- that angels are watching over him. but he’s been proven wrong time after time, and he knows now only to believe what’s in front of him.}

                                              _{❝ an angel. you’re an angel? ❞}

              _{he can’t hide the hope that hides beneath his scorn, because damnit, but he still prays, every day, and he has to hope that there’s something out there, even if it’s not this castiel.}