CindersThese are the characters of old, who you've known since you were first read to. You know them and in a way, they know you too. They have formed you and your perception of the world, even after all of this time. You may not realize it. They are the reason you are afraid of walking alone in the woods at night-there are wolves out there, set to gobble you up. They are the reason you don't speak to strangers-they may steal you away and eat you in their sweet and toasty homes. They are the reason you take risks-if you find your feet you may find the most amazing things.
They are a part of you and everyone you have ever met. And thus, I will not tell you their pasts. You already know them. The stories are old and have changed over time, but there are some truths still. The fairest of them all is in danger, happily ever afters are possible, if everything you touch turns to gold it will no longer shine. There are many lies as well, that the lover survived, that the witches were evil, that the
Show MeIt started as simple as metal on flesh as blood on skin, as teeth on cracked lips.
It started as hard as a need for control, for lack of help, for the isolation of time.
Castiel knew that no matter what he did, he would never belong. He did not belong to Heaven for he had caused too many atrocities there to ever be welcomed back. He did not belong to Earth as he did not know how to act like the people there. He did not belong to the Winchesters as he could see it in their faces how strange he was, how lost. He tried to make jokes, tried to be human, tried to show emotions, but they only made him more of an outsider. He was trying too hard.
His Grace was no longer his own, his body had never been. He had no control over what was happening, his Grace weak and flickering inside of him instead of shining like the beacon it had once been. His body had been used by so many that he no longer felt like he fit in it, it was stretched and no longer as responsive as it had been when Jimmy had fir