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The Random ActYou could run an organization,
raise up money for a cause.
Save the world from some disease,
But never know the people that you impact.
You could give to charity,
Hope they'll use your givings well.
Ignore statistics on how much they keep.
Hope that someone, somewhere, cares.
You could fundraise for the world,
Save money from supporters,
Give it to those that you see fit,
And try not to keep any for yourself.
You could do a random act of kindess,
Nothing big or planned.
Just buying shoes for a little boy
Or giving flowers to a stranger
You could fly overseas with likeminded people,
Who've never built a thing in their lives
And you can build a home for children
And you can see them smile
You can do something important
Without a lot of money or agendas
You can change the world for someone
But you'll never know unless you do it yourself
You can save the world
One random act at a time
Handle With CareThe thing in the cage was all bones and blood and feathers, pressed up against the tight bars. Dean squinted, trying to see more, see what the thing was inside the cage, but it kept shifting, the black tipped wings scraping against the confines to hide its body and face all the more. Dean was curious, he wanted to know what was in the cage and, more than that, he wanted to help it. What he could see of its gaunt pale flesh was bloodstained; whip marks, burns, and gashes, ripping through what skin he could see. He knew that this thing was in pain and he wanted it to stop.
He couldn't move though, not really. He was stuck in place, only able to shift his eyes, blink, breathe, and talk. He couldn't shift his eyes for long though, or do anything else to look away from the thing in the cage for long, before a headache would crackle through his mind, forced and unnatural.
"Don't look." The caged thing would croak, its voice harsh and grating from screaming. It repeated it over and over again
Welcome 2 My NightmareIt was weird having an angel that could feel. Angel's weren't supposed to have emotions and as Cas became more human those feelings were flooding into him. It was painful to watch, each slight emotion ripping into him like a physical wound. He would clutch his gut, rocking forward in the pain of being amused by a small joke. He would clench his fists and bite his lip until they were bleeding, irritation knocking him off of his feet.
Even though he couldn't mojo himself away, the Winchesters still didn't see him all that much. He spent a lot of time in bathrooms, trying to get away from them to feel things on his own, to calm down, and he wouldn't come out until he was no longer shaking.
At first they had tried to keep him emotionless. Sam wouldn't tease Dean, he wouldn't reveal any research when Cas was around, he wouldn't ask for them to open up and talk about their feelings. Dean wouldn't reference tv shows and movies, he wouldn't tease Sam, he wouldn't drink, or bring women back to
Wanted Dead or AliveThere was a crash on the entire house shook, making Bobby swear around his glass of whiskey. They were eating dinner, the three of them, but now they paused, looking up, trying to figure out what had landed on the roof. Regardless, it couldn't have been good.
Dean was the first one to stand, his gun already in hand. He looked haunted as he stepped towards the door just beside the table they had been eating at, still in the kitchen and covered in papers, books, and Sam's laptop. The larger Winchester followed him, grabbing a weapon of his own.
They didn't need it though, the thing that had hit the roof too bloody and weak to fight them. Cas glanced up through his eyelids at them, slumped against the side of the house. There was blood running from one nostril and the corner of his mouth and he was flickering, as if he were trying to leave and come back, like a loose light bulb, like electricity.
He reached for them and there was fear in his dark blue eyes and pain in the way he gritted h
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