The angel had slipped, he had tripped, and now he was falling. It was so so far and so dark, his plummet, the Earth beneath him a harsh and cruel thing. He knew that, he had seen it, he had watched the world for centuries. He had been disloyal to his race, his had disobeyed, he had doubted, and now he was being banished. Yet he still feared as the ground came rushing up to meet him. When the hunter had found him and carried him home, setting his bones as he slept, he felt so much. Even unconscious he could feel the pain of shattered bones, of torn out wings, of screaming muscles. Even unconscious he could feel Dean’s fingers intertwin

When Bella finally woke up it was with a moan and a turned shoulder. She didn’t want to be awake. She kept turning away from the light, kept turning away from Brer, and kept pulling the blankets over her matted hair. Ashley tried to speak to her, but she kept ignoring her. She had always liked sleeping in, but she was hurt as well, she needed extra rest. Ashley, on the other hand, felt like she had never been hurt. She still had the scabs, but the aching had faded away from her muscles and bones. Whatever was in that salve that Brer had made, it made a huge difference. Bella looked alright, although she was pale, but she looked like sh

It had taken a lot to get Cas into their new home. He was unconscious most of the time, the wound to his arm and his gut healing on their own, but he would randomly wake up and then he would scream that deafening scream and quake and thrash in his agony. Dean put him in his own bedroom, the memory foam contouring to his shivering, sweating frame, and Dean took the quiet moment to soundproof the room as best as possible and remove anything glass, lightbulbs and the like. He couldnt look after Cas, Sam, and the house that was being destroyed by the angels pain. Dean passed the quiet moments by playing old records, his own as well as those that