hexa-tan asked:

omG evillious did someone say evillious i rarely see it and i need to learn more about it (i know what it is but,,,) WWWWWW


so the Evillious Chronicles is a song series (and a bunch of manga…and novels……and a fucking musical or something) by mothy/Akuno-P (but you know this part)

it’s pretty much also composed of smaller collections of songs, such as Clockwork Lullaby, Original Sin, and the Seven Deadly Sins series which has another entire fuckin series within it aka the Story of Evil, which is probably the part of EC that most are vaguely familiar with

i probably won’t talk about every single song individually because that would take me a very long long time but here’s some sort of idea of what happens

Original Sin (Project MA, Survival MA, Escape of the Witch Salmhofer, Moonlit Bear, Abandonment on a Moonlit Night, Chrono Story):

why have magic vs. technology in your story

when you can have scientists working to incarnate twin dragon gods in human form to avert a prophecy by growing them in a test tube and then implanting them in the womb of a powerful witch, who will carry and give birth to the twins and become queen after the project succeeds

from this post

  • yes well anyway there are several attempts at this: that of Eve Zvezda, shown in Project MA, a whole fucking bunch of people in Survival MA, and Meta Salmhofer in the song with her name in it
  • all of them fail because Eve miscarried and then ran away with Adam Moonlit (the scientist she’d been working with), everyone in Survival MA got killed (irony), and Meta’s actually didn’t fail but she ran away with the twins so yeah
  • Eve kidnaps Meta’s kids and murders her, raises the kids and eventually abandons them in the forest but they come back and kill her, creating the seven deadly sins
  • and then Elluka Clockworker (who was in survival ma. she died. but she got better) is sent to collect the sins

Seven Deadly Sins (the focus of the newly released album, Seven Crimes and Punishments)

Lust (The Lunacy of Duke Venomania, The Portrait Glassred Drew, and Flower on the Plateau is still related so):

  • sad disfigured child Cherubsomething Venomania i forgot his name gets bullied then grows up to be creepy and makes a deal with the devil to make every girl want to do him, but gets stabbed by a crossdresser

Gluttony (Evil Food Eater Conchita god i hate that title and Drug of Gold): 

  • sad child Banica Conchita is always told to finish all her food because otherwise she will die of an illness sweeping the nation, eventually starts eating weirder and weirder things, including her chef, the servants, and herself

Pride (Daughter and Servant of Evil, TwiRight Prank, Daughter of White, Thousand-Year Wiegenlied, regret message, Handbeat Clocktower, Blink, Kept Waiting for a Response):

  • heyyy it’s the story of evil!! sad twins Alexiel and Riliane Lucifen d’Autriche get separated at birth, Alexiel (well, Allen Avadonia) becomes a servant to the Riliane, a princess who doesn’t know how to run a country because she’s still only a kid, and so people starve etc etc
  • meanwhile she gets spurned by Kyle Marlon, the king across the sea whom she was supposed to marry but then he “fell in love” with a girl with green hair, Michaela
  • she then manages to get half the green country burned down looking for this one girl (she had a girlfriend tho lmao)
  • people revolt
  • she and her twin bro switch places, he gets beheaded, she becomes a nun at the convent and meets green-hair girl’s gf, Clarith, who nearly stabs her in the back but they become friends
  • also Michaela becomes a tree it makes sense in context

Sloth (Gift from the Princess who Brought Sleep, and the Fifth Pierrot is also kind of connected)

  • i am unfamiliar with the stuff from the novel but basically sad girl Margarita Blankenheim has a lot of problems esp with her cheating shit husband Caspar
  • so she poisons him. and her parents. and everyone in the fuckin town
  • then eventually herself

Envy (Tailor Shop on Enbizaka, The Weather-Beaten Skull of Onigashima)

  • sad(?) lady Kayo Sudou doesn’t get to see her lover a lot but then sees him in town with random chicks
  • she murders each of them and takes items of their clothing, and wears them to go see him and kills him too when he doesn’t recognise her
  • but that’s cause it wasn’t her boyf, it was some random guy with his wife and kids
  • Kayo then gets beheaded by a Len. we don’t know which len there’s too many lens

Greed and Wrath, which i like to collectively call the “Gallerian is a terrible father” arc. (Judgement of Corruption, Girl of a Miniature Garden, End of a Moonlit Night, The Last Revolver, Muzzle of Nemesis)

  • Gallerian Marlon, corrupt judge and terrible father, takes bribes and collects the fragments of sin for the sake of his poor daughter who cannot walk but she is not his daughter but a clockwork doll
  • his real daughter was killed in an accident involving a very amazing octopus belonging to his other daughter, Nemesis Sudou
  • he makes Neme do all the dirty work for him, aka fucking shooting people who gets remotely suspicious about his actions
  • one of those people was Nyoze Octo, who was looking into the all the people getting shot, but he and Nemesis fell in love
  • unfortunately she has to shoot him anyway, and she tries to kill herself as well. when she somehow fails to die, she decides to revenge go after her father instead, setting his house on fire and pointing a gun at him as she tells him to give back all the money
  • he says no because he’s a dick, and she shoots him
  • there’s also quite a bit more to this one, like Nemesis presumably starting up the EC equivalent to the second world war but i have no clue what happens there

after that there’s the whole business of all the fragments of sin being sentient and living together in the theatre Gallerian made for them but yeah

this got long i’m so sorry, if you have more questions either as me or:

  • lord-forgon: current main translator for evillious crap
  • holdharmonysacred: i see them putting a lot of theories and discussing a lot dang
  • veverydayisanewday: actual master of the graveyard, they know a whole lot about the gluttony arc cause like duh
  • actuallyallenavadonia: should be self-explanatory but anyway yes she’s focused a lot on the story of evil and some things regarding the theatre arc since she’s also the master of the heavenly yard
  • tunatakotuna: she runs the rp blog clockworkerelluka, and is pretty much the most knowledgeable person i know in the ec community, especially when it comes to elluka (duh)
  • cannibal-lesbian: she knows more about the lust arc than anyone i’ve seen in ec it’s amazing

please join us in the hellish yard thank you

Red Thread | Akaito | アカイト 
(Rib version and alternative PV)
Third song of the Sarishinohara song and manga series.
Translation: Sunny Subs
Music: MikitoP
Video: CHRIS
Drums: Shobon
Mastering: Tomodachiboshuu
Guide to Getting Into Kagerou Project

Kagerou Project, also known as Kagepro and a whole blizzard of other things was first a series of songs by Jin/Shizen no teki-P. It later expanded into a multimedia series with light novels, a manga, and even an anime. Here’s a quick and handy guide on how to get into this series.

  • Don’t.

modern myths+aesthetic songs series: anon asked "icarus or aphrodite?"

 aphrodite//valley of the dolls

Aphrodite was the goddess of love, beauty and fertility. She was also a protectress of sailors. The poet Hesiod said that Aphrodite was born from sea-foam. Homer, on the other hand, said that she was the daughter of Zeus and Dione.When the Trojan prince Paris was asked to judge which of three Olympian goddesses was the most beautiful, he chose Aphrodite over Hera and Athena. The latter two had hoped to bribe him with power and victory in battle, but Aphrodite offered the love of the most beautiful woman in the world. This was Helen of Sparta, who became infamous as Helen of Troy when Paris subsequently eloped with her. In the ensuing Trojan War, Hera and Athena were implacable enemies of Troy while Aphrodite was loyal to Paris and the Trojans.

Red Thread | Akaito | アカイト (Hatsune Miku PV)
Third song of the Sarishinohara song and manga series.

Translation: Sunny Subs
Lyrics: MikitoP
Video: CHRIS
Drums: Shobon
Mastering: Tomodachiboshuu

modern myths+songs series: anon requested “Some mythical creatures Succubus Fairy Banshee Mermaid Harpy Faun/Sayter Nymph Dragon

↳ sirens//bad girls

The Sirens were beautiful but dangerous creatures that lured the sailors with their beautiful voices to their doom, causing the ships to crash on the reefs near their island. They were the daughters of the river god Achelous, while their mother may have been Terpsichore, Melpomene, Sterope or Chthon. Although closely linked to marine environments, they were not considered sea deities. They were formerly handmaidens of the goddess Persephone. When the girl was secretly abducted by Hades, Demeter gave them the bodies of birds, and sent to assist in the search. They eventually gave up and settled on the flowery island of Anthemoessa. Sirens are often portrayed as birds with the heads of women or mermaid like creatures.

modern myths+songs series: hecvte​ requested “Ariadne and the Minotaur + Monsters by the Pierces?

ariadne & the minotaur//monsters

Ariadne, in Greek mythology, was the daughter of Minos, King of Crete, and his queen Pasiphaë, daughter of Helios. She is mostly associated with mazes and labyrinths, due to her involvement in the myths of the Minotaur and Theseus. Her father put her in charge of the labyrinth where sacrifices were made as part of reparations; however, she would later help Theseusin overcoming the Minotaur and saving the would-be sacrificial victims. In other stories, she became the bride of the god Dionysus, with the question of her background as being either a mortal or a goddess varying in those accounts.

Life in Color

Title: Life in Color: Part 1

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: swearing

Summary: this is based on the idea about how people begin seeing colors after they meet their soulmates.

A/N: Here’s part one of the new series, guys. I’m hoping to get something out today, too. Hope you like it. More to come :)

Series song: Life in Color by OneRepublic


Dean’s world has been black and white since the day he was born.

That isn’t a metaphor—although it would work perfectly in his situation if it was. No, Dean Winchester had never seen a color his entire life. And in his mind, he never would.

Every human on the planet was born lacking the ability to see color. Some people didn’t even believe they existed. It was only the lucky ones that were blessed with living their life no longer like the drab pages of a book but rather like the bright swipes of paint across a canvas.

How do some people come to be able to see color, and some don’t? Well, it’s simple.


Maybe that sounds like a phrase out of a bad Lifetime movie—Dean would certainly think so—but that is the plain and simple truth. That was how it worked.

But it wasn’t quite as cut and dry as that—no, this was a special, specific kind of love.

It was the love of soulmates.

That’s right. Once—if—someone found their soulmate, their life would burst into color, like the first, most vibrant bloom of Spring.

Okay, so maybe that still sounds like a bad Liftetime movie. Which, frankly, is why Dean was hesitant to even believe in it. And besides, even if he ever did believe in it, that was different than believing that it ever could happen to him. I mean, him. Dean Winchester.

But really, it was silly that he shouldn’t believe in it. After all, he’d seen it himself; he’d seen it in a grocery store, in the middle of a crowded street even on the side of the road, where by change two people had been pulled away from their pocketbook schedules and carefully planned journeys to indulge in truly a once-in-a-Lifetime (bad joke) moment as colors suddenly transformed their washed out worlds into something beautiful and bright and full of a sudden purpose that even he could see, though he had yet to understand. 

Someone had tried to describe them to him, once. A nice guy a little older than him, who chatted with him in line at a fast food place. He’d said that there were technically hundreds of colors, one either marginally or strikingly different than the next. Dean knew what some of the colors were called, of course, but just as obviously, he couldn’t picture them, and the man had had trouble putting them into words. He said it was like trying to describe the taste of water. Dean had nodded indifferently, shook his hand, grabbed his food, and left.

He couldn’t imagine it. Could there really be someone made exactly for him? Someone that wouldn’t mind his flaws, that, if written out, could fill the space of hell itself? A puzzle piece, created to fit the surely cracked and jagged edges of his own? He doubted any person could be damaged enough to ‘fit’ with him, let alone be made for him.

But still—even witnessing it didn’t produce strong enough evidence for him. After all, Dean didn’t really believe in anything until he’d seen it with his own eyes, until it happened directly to him.

`Sam hadn’t found his, either. Cas could see colors already since he was an angel. He didn’t believe he had a soulmate. He didn’t think angels were able to—it had never happened before, and it was impossible anyway. A human and an angel couldn’t be together.

Now, Bobby had seen color, from the moment that he met his wife. He said they were downright beautiful, a treasure, all of them—which was a rare adjective for him to use. But when his wife died and her soul left the Earth, so did the colors. And he was cursed to live the world in black and white once more.

Needless to say, he didn’t really like to talk about it.

And that was another thing. Having a soulmate could be wonderful, and it could also destroy him. His lifestyle and the danger he walked into practically every day of his life did not create a particularly safe environment for something like love. For that reason, Dean almost hoped he didn’t have one, just so he wouldn’t have to deal with the possibility of losing them.

But almost is the key word there. Because Dean Winchester is human, regardless of the walls he’s tried to build, regardless of the hopes he tries to bury, the dreams he tries to forget. A longing for love is ingrained in him, deep-rooted in the depths of his humanity.

Of course, though, this is Dean. And so despite his secret hopes, his stifled yearnings, he has a remarkable ability to ignore that of which he does not wish to think about or believe in. His black and white world, while a constant reminder of what he has not found, is also strangely reassuring. It’s a constant. It’s proof—temporary, though he doesn’t know it—that his theory is correct. Dean does not have a soulmate.

But fate wound Dean’s clock from the second he was born. And it’s been ticking ever since. And now, right here, it continues to tick, and the colors are only minutes away.


It’s Valentine’s Day. Possibly the most boring, dreaded, vomit-inducing day of the year for Dean. The cupids, or fate, or whatever the hell it was, just loved to fill the day to the brim with Findings: the day two soulmates finally found each other. You could barely go anywhere without witnessing one, and it always made him sick.

So usually, he and Sam stayed in the bunker, watched some crap TV, had a few beers, and Dean drank a few more while Sam did some research. Basically, a typical day for them.

But this holiday was strangely more aggravating than usual. He couldn’t sit still, he couldn’t flip through the TV without seeing the tail end of a rom-com or some bad Lifetime movie. He was restless. Maybe it was the Mark on his arm, but more likely it was the natural irritation that came as a package deal with this ridiculous holiday; he wanted to hunt.

Dean glances at the clock every few seconds, occasionally shifting positions and sighing. It’s only 7 o’clock. So basically, he’s got another 5 hours of this crap.

Finally, at 7:07, he can’t take it any longer.

“Sam!” he shouts, the annoyance apparent in his voice. He pushes himself to his feet and stalks across the bunker to he where he knows his brother will be, hunched over some 200 year old, dusty book in the library.

Sam looks up, his face slightly amused. Dean’s heavy footsteps echo through the bunker until he stops in the doorway. “Tell me you’ve got a case, man. Anything. Vamps, djinns, arachnes. Hell, I’ll even take witches if it means getting out of this damn bunker.”

Sam leans back in his chair and scratches his head. “Spoken like a true single on Valentine’s Day,” he replies, stifling a smile.

“Shut up,” Dean growls, yanking out a chair and plopping down impatiently. “Come on, dude. The options here are watch some flowery, crappy love movie on TV, or watch a different friggin’ crappy love movie on TV. I’m going nuts, man.”

“You could do some research,” Sam suggests. “Might help distract you.”

“You’ve gotta be kiddin’ me,” Dean snaps, rolling his eyes. “Research, Sam? It’s me. That isn’t exactly what I’d call ‘distracting.’”

“And hunting is?” Sam asks.

“Hell yes,” Dean replies immediately.

Sam looks doubtful.

“Come on, Sam. I’m serious. If I stay here all day you’re gonna be carting me to a white padded room by the end of the night.”

Sam sighs. “Don’t exaggerate.”

“I’m not,” Dean insists, spreading his arms.

“Alright, alright,” Sam relents. “I’ll look, okay? Give me…. I don’t know. Twenty minutes?”

Dean lets out a long breath and takes a swig of the beer in his hand.

“Can you last that long?” Sam asks with a laugh. “Go watch porn or something.”

Dean snorts. “Not today, brother. Not unless I want to see skinny dudes all screwin’ each other’s Valentines. No thanks.”

Sam shakes his head and slips his phone out of his pocket. “Well, I’ll look. Do something to keep busy till then.”

“Like what?” Dean sighs dramatically. He was itching to be on the road.

“I don’t know. Pack the car,” Sam replies, now sounding distracted as he scrolls through his phone.

“Fine,” Dean grumbles, standing reluctantly. He’d look for a case himself, but he couldn’t type anything on the screen of his phone. It was too damn small, and all of his internet searches ended up in a pile of jibberish nowhere near what they were intended to say.

Dean walks quickly away, heading to the weapon’s arsenal to pack up.

How am I supposed to know what to pack if we don’t know what we’re hunting?  He thinks to himself, irritated. He ends up grabbing some of everything; silver knifes, salt, holy water, oil, lamb’s blood, an angel blade, machetes, and a couple guns. Then, with a grunt, he lugs it over his shoulder and heads to the garage to toss it into the back of Baby.

With nothing else to do, he perches on the hood of Baby, knowing he probably shouldn’t drink anymore but doing it anyway. He figured that today, he deserved a little extra booze.

Dean tried not to think about colors, tried to convince himself that black and white was the only world that existed for anyone, and that the whole idea of colors was a myth made by the lonely, but fails.

Who cares, anyway? He asks himself. Love ain’t your thing. Never has been.

Which was true. But he wasn’t the same man he was when he was twenty and since then there’d been a growing ache in him for something more substantial, something more real. Something tangible.

But of course like everything else, he’d buried that want along with everything else he was too overwhelmed to bring to light. It was just what he did.

When Sam comes, it’s 30 minutes later, and Dean is about ready to drive away in the car and look for something himself.


Dean perks up, swearing as he sloshes some of the beer onto his shoes. “Crap—I’m in the garage!” he calls back. “Find something?”

“I think so,” Sam replies, though his voice doesn’t sound certain.

“Well, let’s hear it,” Dean replies, setting his empty beer onto the hood of another car and wiping his hands on his jeans.

“Someone said they thought they saw something fall out of the sky into a valley nearby, but they couldn’t identify what it was,” Sam replies.

Dean frowns, his heart sinking. “How do you know it’s our kind of thing?”

“I thought the same thing, but get this,” Sam says. “The eyewitness claims that it just appeared. One second it wasn’t there, the next it was.”

“’It’ being what?”

“Well, they claim it was a person,” Sam responds. “But when they went to check it out, they found nothing.”

Dean considers that. “Well, what if the guy’s just nuts?”

“It was a woman,” Sam says. “And I checked her out just in case. She seems pretty normal. Regular middle-aged soccer mom type.”

“Yeah, well, those definitely aren’t always stable,” Dean mutters. “Whatever. I’ll take it. Where’s this mysterious UFO sighting anyway?”

“Not too far,” Sam replies, shrugging on his jacket. “About a forty minute drive.”

“Sounds good,” Dean says, fishing the keys to Baby out of his pocket and twirling them around his finger as he climbs into the Impala. “Let’s get this show on the road.”


The slamming of the car door is loud in nature’s silence, otherwise punctuated only by the quiet sounds of birds twittering and flitting in the trees, which sway lazily in the breeze.

“You sure this is the place?” Dean asks, glancing around and shoving his hands in his pocket.

“Yeah,” Sam says. “The lady lives a little while that way.”

“And she says she checked it out? And there was nothin’?”

“Yep. Filed a report anyway though,” Sam says, pushing off the side of Baby. “I doubt the police will look into it.”

“I’m surprised we are, frankly,” Dean replies, locking the car and walking across the grass towards the trees, leaves crunching beneath his feet. “It’s one thing to see a person fall out of the friggin’ sky, but it’s entirely different if they suddenly vanish into thin air.”

“Hey, man, you really wanted a case,” Sam defends himself. “This is what I found.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Dean mutters. “Alright, let’s go.”

Sam follows his brother through the trees, and they both scan their surroundings, careful to remain silent in case they disturbed someone—or something.

“How is this a valley?” Dean mutters after a few minutes.

“It’s not. It’s a little further.”

They keep on walking until they see the edge of the line of trees. Past it is a wide, grassy valley with a tall, seemingly ancient but proud looking oak tree planted directly into the center.

“Weird,” Dean murmurs, glancing around.

He glances at his brother, who’s frowning.


Sam shakes his head. “Nothing, it just… kind of reminds me of something.”

“Well, what?”

Sam doesn’t reply, instead taking a step into the grassy field. Dean rolls his eyes and ignores him.

“There’s no one here, Sam,” Dean says after a moment.

“Maybe they’re hiding,” Sam replies.

“Fair enough,” Dean sighs, reaching into his waistband and pulling out his gun, but keeping the safety on. The two venture further out, carefully scanning the line of trees for any movement. It’s dark, and the only light comes from the pale moon above, casting down silvery rays that illuminate the valley and create a beautiful display of alternating shadows coming from the oak in the middle of the field.

Then Dean notices something out of the corner of his eye.

He snaps his head in that direction, looking at the ground beneath the Oak.

And then he freezes.

There’s a body there. A girl’s body, by the looks of it. Motionless. Her hair shines softly under the gentle light, her skin pale and her dress paler. But that’s not what makes him stop.

It’s the fact that her hair isn’t gray. Gold, his mind provides for him. The dress was white, but shadowed with a light shade of navy. Her skin was a light… what? Tan, comes the word again.


Dean’s chest begins to rise and fall rapidly. Impossible.

But the colors don’t stop there. They spread from this girl’s still body, and suddenly everything has names. The grass is light green, the oak is a dark brown, almost black, and the leaves are a deeper shade of green. Blue, a dark, dark blue, covers the sky, and little twinkles of white shine next to the equally white moon.

They spread outward from her body, swirling and racing across the ground, the trees, and everything around him.

Dean starts to shake, and his heart is suddenly thumping impossibly hard and fast in his chest. This can’t be happening.

His arm in front of him suddenly blooms with color. His leather jacket is brown, his jeans blue. He trembles violently nearly dropping his gun.

“Dean?” Sam asks, sounding alarmed. “Why are you shaking?”

Dean turns his wide, incredulous eyes on Sam and his jaw nearly drops. His brother is no longer black and white, as he had been for 20 something years. He has brown hair, a green shirt, a black jacket. Sam stares at him confusedly, raising his eyebrows at Dean’s shocked face.


He squeezes his eyes shut, dragging his hands over his face. This isn’t happening. I don’t have a soulmate. I don’t have one.

He opens his eyes, wildly dragging them across the landscape. No. This is a dream. It’s not real. Colors don’t exist, they’re a myth.

A myth.

Not real.


Dean stumbles backward, his breathing heavy as he looks again at the body under the tree. She’s still there, the light gently illuminating her fallen form.

Sam follows his brother’s glance. “What the—”

He frowns. “How’d we miss that?” he mutters in surprise, taking a step towards the girl through the grass. The green grass. His brown shoes. His deep blue jeans.

Brown. Green. Blue. White.


Dean looks down at himself, his hands winding into his hair, feeling too overwhelmed to speak.

And the colors will spill across the vision of those who have finally laid eyes on the one destined, created to be with them—when they have found their soulmate.

“Dean?” Sam’s voice calls again. “What’s wrong with you?”

Dean open’s his eyes and meets his brother’s confused, concerned glance. His eyes are a mixture of green and brown. Had they really been colorless all this time?

He can’t stop looking at the colors, and his eyes flit restlessly along the trees and the grounds, and the alternating shades of his brother’s skin.

“I…” A hoarse whisper is all Dean can manage.

Suspicion suddenly slinks its way into Sam’s mind, and he looks back at the body before meeting Dean’s eyes. “What’s going on, Dean? You look like you’ve been hit by a truck.”

Dean swallows hard, his mouth suddenly dry. He clears his throat. “Nothing,” he says after a moment, shaking his head. “Nothing. C’mon, let’s go.”

He steps towards the body, averting his gaze from Sam’s. There’s a strange magnetism in the air, seeming to tug him closer to her. His heart feels like it’s going to burst out of his chest, and each step he takes rings loudly in the quiet of the valley.

Dean feels Sam’s eyes on him, but ignores it, his eyes glued to this girl’s form. Not just any girl. His soulmate?

He and his brother approach carefully, until they’re only feet away. Her skin glows in the moonlight, her hair shines. His mouth is parched. It’s hard to breathe.

Sam continues his approach, kneeling down next to her. He stretches out a hand, and that feels wrong to Dean. He should be the first one to touch her.

“No.” The word bursts from his lips, and Sam pauses, raising an eyebrow. Dean clears his throat again. “I’ll do it. I’ll check.”

“Okay,” Sam says slowly, pulling back his arm.

Dean slowly sinks to his knees, ignoring the trembling of his arms as he stretches out his arm to place his fingers gently on her neck. He already knows what he’ll feel—he’s seen the colors, so she can’t be dead. But even that knowledge doesn’t prepare him for the electric current that rips through him the moment his skin comes into contact with hers.


“She’s alive,” Dean says in a low voice. Taking a deep breath, he lifts his hand, and with the utmost care, sweeps her long hair out of her face.

If the colors hit him like a truck, this hits him like a meteor from the farthest corner of the universe, slamming through him and rendering him motionless. He’s frozen, staring at the face between the curtain of pale gold.

Beautiful is far too weak a word for this girl. Lovely, stunning, the very epitome of perfection is more like it. A slender, slightly curved nose sits above full, round lips, and light freckles are scattered just beneath her closed eyes.

Dean’s breaths are shallow, a strange moisture seeming to collect in his eyes. Stop. Stop it, Dean. Pull it together.

“How’d we miss this?” Sam asks again.

“We didn’t,” Dean says, his voice faraway. “She just… appeared, or something. She wasn’t there.” He swallows. “And then she was.”

Sam looks at his brother. “Hey, man, are you alright? You look kind of sick.”

Dean shakes his head. Too fast. “No. I’m fine. I’m fine,” he says, as if trying to convince himself. “Just… surprised.” A dry chuckle escapes his lips. “Didn’t expect to find anyone.”

He can hear the double meaning in his own words.

“I know,” Sam says, frowning down at her. “That’s why I’m confused. How did she just suddenly appear?”

“I don’t know,” Dean murmurs, glancing over her again, absorbing every shade of color he can see. Then he frowns, leaning closer.

“What’s that?” he wonders ,indicating a pale line across the girl’s neck. Sam peers over at it.

“Looks like a  scar,” he says.

As they watch, though, it fades slowly, until nothing’s left at all. Dean blinks several times to be sure he’s not imagining anything.

“What the hell?” Dean says in a hushed voice.

Sam looks at his brother, his eyes wide. “Dean,” he says, as if just realizing something. “You know what this reminded me of?”

“What?” Dean asks.

“Anna,” Sam replies, looking at him.

Dean’s face clears, and several things hit him at once. The fading of the scar, the lone tree in the field, the falling of this girl’s body.

“Could she be…?”

Dean’s shaking his head immediately. No. No, angels didn’t have soulmates. That’s iimpossible.

But humans do, a nasty voice at the back of his mind says. She’s your soulmate, Dean. You’re just not hers.

Dean closes his eyes and fights against the miserable realization. It was too much to hope that he was the first to ever have an angel soulmate.

It was ironic, actually. Here he was thinking he could never have a soulmate, when in reality, it was the other way around. It made much more sense.

He clears his throat. You knew this, Dean. You knew that you were cursed. You always have been.

But why me?

Why does it have to be me?

“It makes sense,” Sam says, interrupting his thoughts. “Think about it. The tree—”

“Yeah, I know,” Dean says roughly. Sam looks surprised at his tone. “But this doesn’t make any sense, Sam. Anna ripped out her grace and then fell.”

“Maybe that’s what she did,” Sam says softly, looking down at her.

Dean shakes his head. “Then how’d she heal herself?” he asks. “You saw it, man. It just disappeared. No human can do that.”

Sam bites his lip. “If she healed her scar, the cut had to be made recently,” he says. “Maybe she was attacked? And she disappeared to escape and ended up here?”

“Maybe,” Dean says slowly. “Only, why would you slit an angel’s throat? It wouldn’t do anything unless you had the blade.”

“And if you did,” Sam says in the same tone, “why would you cut shallowly enough for her to heal?”

Dean shakes his head again. “The hell is going on here?”

“I don’t know,” Sam says. “What should we do?”

Dean’s at a loss for words.

“Take her back to the bunker?” Sam suggests. Gently, he pulls up the arms of her sleeves to see partially healed cuts and other abrasions along her pale skin. “Look, not all these are healing.”

“They are,” Dean says. “But slowly. Cas’s injuries heal almost immediately.”

“So why would hers heal so slow?”

“I don’t know, dude. My head hurts. Let’s just go,” Dean says tiredly. “We can take her, treat her cuts, wait till she wakes up and sees what she has to say. Maybe we can call Cas, too.”

Sam nods slowly. “Yeah, okay,” he says after a moment, standing. “Should I carry her?”

“I got it,” Dean says, his heart speeding up again. He tosses his gun and the duffel bag to Sam, who catches it as Dean gently slides his hands beneath the girl’s body and lifts her. She’s impossibly light. Her head lolls as he lifts her and it falls back against his chest.

Dean closes his eyes momentarily before taking a deep breath and heading back the way they came.

“This is a strange situation we’re in,” Sam mutters from behind him.

Dean glances down at the girl’s peaceful, beautiful, serene, features laying still under the moonlight. “The strangest.”