Wait, you’re… dead? Why didn’t anyone tell me?
How long have you been gone?
I’m honestly a little shocked and disappointed that they didn’t tell you.
Yeah since you boys found your angel tablet. I stayed behind to stall Crowley while you all got away and well, I discovered what it felt like to be rammed in the ribs by an angel blade. Not fun, I don’t really recommend it.
Please tell me you’re still alive and fluttering though, right?
Just through past experiences, having good intentions doesn’t always mean having a good outcome. I mean- It’s nothing.
Wait-wait-wait, did He-Man and Wonderboy even bother letting you know that I’m dead in our world and currently playing Hide-and-go stab in Purgatory?
It’s A Wonderful Life, Castiel. Look it up.
I’m not sure I’m willing to believe that.
But then again, intentions don’t seem to mean anything anymore.
Look, my tune’s changed. I’m swinging for team Superman these days.
What do you mean by that?
I still don’t understand why you insist on calling me that.
You’ll get it one day, or not…
Just know it’s given with good intentions and a slightly charred heart.
Well, if it isn’t a sight for sore eyes. Hey little tree topper, how’s it hanging?
Yeah, okay? Yes. I did take angel boy’s word as gospel over contacting you at first. And don’t even try to give me that. Your defenses would have been up regardless how I approached you. It’s happens to anyone who qualifies as a suspect. We’ve all been there. And before you even begin about me being racist and how it’s not fair that you being a demon automatically lumps you into the pile of potentials, sweet shit. There’s more to this as there always is because that’s politics for you but,
It’s no wonder you don’t have too many friends, Dean. You treat half of them like shit and the others you wear down so much that they just physically can’t anymore. I don’t care if I’m a demon, I don’t care about any of that. I care about Sam, I knew it wasn’t him that did that to me, I knew who to blame. I blame Metatron and whoever he bled. I would have come clean to you, if I had done it. I’m not out to get you, nor your brother. Leave me out of this, leave me alone, and please don’t ever contact me again unless you’re going to visit Eva, that way I know when to avoid going there.
I’m not trying to make you feel bad. Hell, I’m trying to not make you feel anything. I didn’t know what to suspect until Gadreel told me what he saw when he got Sam. All I could side with was logic. That much blood demanded that I put every card on the table. Do you think I wanted to consider you in that pile? Fuck no.
You know what? I’m done. For someone who’s all riled up and saying I’m trying to make you feel bad for feeling bad, you’re doing a mighty fine job flipping the switch on me. You and I both know that laying low and completely ignoring someone after something like this is way different.
So you took angel boy’s word as gospel before actually talking to me about it?Really? I mean, Dean, I would have been more than okay with answering your questions openly and honestly if you’d have asked. You know that. And before you go on with the whole ‘but it goes both ways’ I’m sorry, was I just supposed to automatically go ‘oh yeah must report to Dean right away oops’. No, I don’t think you did, but you totally could have went about this differently than the way you did.
I’m not riled up, you’ve made me defensive because of the way you’re treating me. I didn’t even know you were casting me as a suspect until you cold shouldered me. I wasn’t completely ignoring you, I have no idea where the hell you got that from.
And what have I been up to Meg?
Oh that’s right trying
to deafen myself from my little brother’s screams and dealing with an angel with a martyr complex.Don’t you think I’ve already talked to him? I’m not some off the street kid who stumbled into hunting dammit. This is my life. And you know what else? The phone fucking works both ways. Sorry Netflix was so much more important.
Are you trying to one up me? Because honestly? We both have shit we’re dealing with. I get that, I do, but that doesn’t mean your shit is better/worse than mine so don’t try to make me feel bad for feeling bad. So I’m supposed to assume that you automatically suspected me after I was attacked and then I was supposed to pick up the phone and call you and be like ‘oh hey guess what it wasn’t me! I didn’t do it, look elsewhere.’ Sorry I was laying low like you told me to do.
Oh sure, why not?
He’s become my Father, my guide, my protector. I love him dearly and I am a loyalist to the end.
Annoying, but fun to joke around with. Plus, he’s a good baker and he always keeps his promises.
She likes to be my big sister. So I let her. As long as her and Lucifer get along, I’m okay.
He’s got problems, but we all do. I like Sam, always have.
I have nothing to say, but at least I’m acknowledging him.
I like her. She’s sweet and very helpful.
Naive, but funny.
Good kisser, friendly-a little overly, that’s about it.
Grampy Grumps with a good heart.
Uh.. I’ve got nothing. She’s cute?
Talks a lot?