thefallen-castiel:

• toxicpride
• themanwhosdied1000times
• borningthebackoftheimpala
• plxma
• devilstrapsandcolts
• successorofcain

The park was somewhere Castiel always liked to be. He didn’t care no one was there, he didn’t care if there were people or not. He didn’t mind the cold or anything else and still he began to walk, no particular destination in mind. There was a lot that happened since he was here, so many season changes, so many people he wished he could have saved….but he knew he couldn’t. There was a heavy weight on his shoulders, and he knew that he couldn’t do anything. He wasn’t an angel of heaven anymore…he was just….just Castiel now. 

   _{Sam strode casually down the sidewalk on the hairline of the trees which lead into a darkened forest. It was cloudy outside with a threatening feeling of rain, so most people stayed indoors today and away from parks and other outdoor activities.
       Even though rainy days made Sam depressed, they were the only days he could walk around normally without being seen too much. Casually, he slid his hands into the pockets of his favorite long black coat, and settled his feathers tighter against his back to keep himself warm. There were two large slits cut in the back of his coat, which kept his wings free, but also made taking it off slightly painful.
                 Just as Sam reached the park and sat down on the furthest bench, a man passed. There was a look of great sadness on his features, which were enhanced by his heavy-set eyes that shone of crystalline blue.
          “S-sir,” Sam said suddenly, reaching a hand slightly out. “Are you alright?”}