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
The Thanks I GetIt didn't smell like Bobby's house. It didn't look like Bobby's house either. The old wallpaper was still there, as was the furniture, but all of the books and papers and glasses had been picked up and put away. It actually looked like someone had vacuumed. The house was so full you could hardly tell.
Everyone was there and they were all laughing and talking. It was as if they had forgotten that they were hunters, forgotten that the apocalypse was coming, and it was Thanksgiving. Jo and Rufus were telling stories by the door, but Jo shut up just long enough to give both Winchester's a hug and Rufus shook their hands and smiled. Ellen dragged Dean into the kitchen to try the gravy and he was then kicked out for trying everything else. Jodi looked lost as she cooked, this whole thing being her idea, but not knowing what anyone was talking about.
It was so full that it was almost impossible to tell who it was that was missing.
When they all sat down at the table, still talking and Ellen s