[ He tips his head ever so slightly, but it's a ruse. He's still playing the game, pretending to be the angel, slipping toward his goal. He'll find a way to cut her deeply, sooner or later. The right approach will come to him.
He does reach over eventually. The touch is only the slightest contact, and yet it's firm and deliberate, as though to prompt more inward thinking. ]
I've often thought that trouble is drawn to some of us more than others. That it's really our own... Not our fault, no, but that we are responsible for the continued trend in not doing more to end it.
Take Sam and Dean, for example. If Dean hadn't sold his soul in trade for his brother's life, they could have been together in Heaven, at peace, and our apocalypse would never have even begun.
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[ He tips his head ever so slightly, but it's a ruse. He's still playing the game, pretending to be the angel, slipping toward his goal. He'll find a way to cut her deeply, sooner or later. The right approach will come to him.
He does reach over eventually. The touch is only the slightest contact, and yet it's firm and deliberate, as though to prompt more inward thinking. ]
I've often thought that trouble is drawn to some of us more than others. That it's really our own... Not our fault, no, but that we are responsible for the continued trend in not doing more to end it.
Take Sam and Dean, for example. If Dean hadn't sold his soul in trade for his brother's life, they could have been together in Heaven, at peace, and our apocalypse would never have even begun.