A brand-new sort of life, one in which you and [Y/N] can live-forever, everything you need to do is start your eyes Dean.” Crowley talked with authority as the hand carefully discovered his, as their vocals rose slightly, “Arise Dean, see just what we see, feel everything we feel, let’s get have a howl at that moon, shall we?”
“Hey fellas, you look concerned.” He gasped down as he looked over Sam and Cas, their eyes dropping every trace of black they previously harbored. Continue reading ““Listen to me, Dean Winchester, listen to me really. What you are actually experiencing at this time, isn’t demise, but life.”