For Sammy: In this (fandom and many others) family, certain people, the kind that hate will try to tare you down faster than the people you like (or the people that like you) could build you up. The haters will crush you before others can create you.
The problem with any family is that you always have those few people who are miserable so they create misery in happy people. They bully because they too were once bullied.
So they believe it’s socially acceptable to sit behind a computer and spread hate cos it kind of makes them feel better. It’s ridiculous cos in the end all it does it cause them more misery.
The moral of the story here, before I rant and rave about crap you don’t wanna hear…. Don’t let one (or a group of) small human being(s) define who you are as a person by keeping you away from what you love.
Love yourself first.
Remember……You are wanted.
You’re apart of this family.
You’re not alone, you’re never alone so always, always, always keep fighting.
Haters are gonna hate, and players are gonna play… So do yourself a BIG favor and just shake it off.
I know it seems stupid and maybe too simple but if you can shake it off, you’ll be happier for it.
Block the haters and love the players that love you. (wow, I’m totally lame. Dude, don’t pay attention to me. Do what you want, in the end find your happiness and stick with it.) :)
So u guys seen that without a vessel, angels are basically ethereal white fog, right? I know Cas said his original form was the size of the Chrysler bldg or something, but whenever him or some other angel says they did battle together, I just imagine a bunch of white fog assaulting each other. I dunno … is it just me?
While it is said that
not all days can be good ones, the gloom that hung over you now came
in a fog so thick that it was difficult for you to see passed it and
back to the last time when you were truly happy. Your shoulders
slumped as you exhaled long and slow, knowing full well that you were
moping but unable to shake yourself from the funk of your mood and
carry on with the day. Sam and Dean had left late last night, which
left you alone with only your thoughts for company. And that,
perhaps, was the worst part of it. Without their noise in the
background, it gave way to let your thoughts scream at you into the
silence of the room as you sat at the table, desperately trying to
drown out their seemingly endless assault with research.
The faint stirring of
feathers behind you caught your attention, but you couldn’t bring
yourself to turn to see which angel may have appeared behind you.
While the loneliness was indeed suffocating, sharing your misery
wasn’t exactly what you had in mind either.
“You are alone” they
said, standing awkwardly out of your sight range, the barest hint of
questioning in their voice. Gadreel still seemed to be in that
awkward place of not quite fitting in with humanity, though he
strongly made the effort to try.
“Sam and Dean will be
back in a few days, they’re in Michigan if you need them” you
replied, eyes scanning over the book in front of you but seeing
You hated being short
with him, he’d only ever been kind to you, but in the moment you
couldn’t see what good his presence could bring you.
His movements were stiff
and uncertain as he came to stand beside you, looking down at you
with his head slightly cocked to the side as if silently questioning
if he were welcomed. With a sigh you flipped the book closed, nodding
as you gestured to the seat beside you, answering his silent
His eyes fixed on you as
he sat, taking in your slouched figure and sullen expression.
“Would I be correct in
assuming that something is troubling you?” he wagered, eyes still
searching you as if you must have some physical wound to warrant the
current state of your mood.
“I’m fine” you
answered quickly, staring at the surface of the table as your fingers
traced aimless circles around it.
Out of the corner of
your eye you could see his brow crinkle and his eyes narrow slightly,
clearly not believing you but unsure of how to approach the subject.
“I could help you? If
you tell me what you need…” he offered, leaning in closer towards
you, his worried eyes desperately trying to lock onto yours.
“Nothing… I don’t
need anything” you murmured, flipping your book open again as you
rested your elbow on the table and propped your head in your hand.
He hesitated, watching
you for a moment and you could almost feel his determination to help.
The thought lifted your spirits slightly, but you didn’t want to get
your hopes up for your mood to change that quickly.
The two of you sat in
comfortable silence, though the feeling of him watching you never
left. In a steady, deliberate movement, his hand suddenly stretched
up on the table, drifting towards your fingers that had earlier been
tracing circles. With a feather light movement, the tips of his
fingers drifted across the back of your hand until they slipped
between yours, his palm closing over the back of your hand as he
That simple contact was
all you needed, a calm settling around you as you exhaled, feeling
the gloom dissipate with each breath you took. The warmth of his
touch spread through your body, chasing any lingering tendrils of
sadness that fought to keep their claws in you.
Looking over your arm
you smiled at him, his soft smile mimicking yours, and while the
sadness had all but left you, your fingers tightened slightly into
his, enjoying the moment far too much to let go any time soon.