If they're walking on the long road
Even if there's no road, they wont stop
They will stray close to each other on this Earth
only how don't want to be alone
If they decide to trail a way
in them shines a flame for a lifetime
It scatters sparks in s...
"Would you like to discuss .." He scratched his beard as made a dramatic pause. ".. Dean? About his returning back and how happy you were when you saw him?" He sighed. "But, oh! Yes! You could not be happy. Becuase I was watching." The tone with which he spoke was amused, but his gaze haughty and rather contradictory. "See, immortal thing? Whenever the happines knocks on your door, I am always there to drive it away. Dean resurrected, but you could not smile freely. You were stressed and restlessed. Because of me." Samael leered. "What a pity!"
She shook her head fiercely, biting her sharp tongue, which can bring her trouble. "Send me back. I don't wanna talk with you." She insisted, making a large step back.He creased his eyebrows at the sight. "I don't wanna listen to your fucking bullshits!" Amalthea took a long steady breath and exhale it. "You'll become deaf, too, if you don't take me back."
He froze at her warn, that sounded ridiculously to him. "Such a rebellious spirit."
For her surprise, he didn't take the opportunity to laugh at her, and obeyed. "Amalthea, the rebellious unicorn-girl." The henchman thought as smiled insidiously and waved with hand, sending her on the Earth.
Now
Once she opened her eyes, saw how the bathroom's lights began to flicker constantly in promiscuous rhythm. The wind outside started to howl as the technology of the hotel was buzzing annoyingly and unbearably. From all this clamor she had the chance to hear for a part of the second a voice of someone familiar, that was impposible to be recognized.
Amalthea couldn't explain to herself what's going on. She got out of the room in the fast way. "Bloody Hell!" She breathed out and grabbed her shotgun from the boot, just when one of the light bulbs blewed up, the windows broke and the door opened widely. The angel she knows crossed the doorway and walked forward, towards her.
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"Castiel?" With confusion she looked at the brown haired man in a trench coat, who was about to be shoot before from her.
Castiel was strange and executive, always busy with his angel work, also always in a grave mood. His vessel made him irresistibly handsome for the ladies. With those blue eyes, dark hair and charming smile, he could make them lay at his feet. Perhaps, he had the same affect on some men with other sexual orientation.
"Malth!" Dean walked with glamour inside, along with Bobby and Sam.
They three began to shoot at the male being, but he didn't react in any way. Exactly the opposite. The angel turned around as walked towards them, keeping the insets stare.
"Castiel, don't! Don't!"
He reached the confused Bobby and Sam. Then, he touched their foreheads, whispering something that made them to collapse down.
