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.
independent sam winchester written by hannah
❝Okay, hangon. You’re from the future. And you—- you’re not an angel anymore? What the hell happened, Cas? You look… um, you look awful.❞
❝ afternoon, valued customer! now, i don’t mean t’ tell you how to order, but i do recommend the delicious cosgrove burger, created by yours truly. ❞
He looks up from the array of papers scattered on the table for a moment, raising his eyebrows, before passing the man the menu and going back to his research.
❝ Thanks, but I’ll, uh, I’ll just have the side salad. ❞
