Dean circled the place slowly, spotting a sign reading Greenville Cemetery, taking note of all the things graveyards usually had : old and rusty or even some never looking tombstones, freshly placed or withering flowers, yellowish, missing some parts of their body's statues or brand new pearly wight statues that look like the people that wanted those statues spared no money for them. The grass was dying in some places and the flowers were blooming in others, spring was such a strange time of the year, I mean it's not hot enough to be summer but it's not as cold as winter, just fricking make up your mind, the same goes to autumn. Dean looked out across the graves, at all of the people who had died and all of the empty places left for people to die and be buried at, the hunter sighed.
"Cas,"it was a whisper, blowing in and out of the space around Dean, sinking into his pours until it reached his deepest thoughts, not the kinky ones but you get the point. This place was so quiet, peaceful, it seemed SO wrong to pray out loud in such a beautiful tragedy, but he, the slightly older Winchester, was compelled to pray even if it was just this one last time, Dean breathed in, and closed his eyes, and then slowly blew it out, in a calm way even thou there was a fight going on inside of his mind.
"Hey Cas... Buddy... so I don't know where you are... but... but I DO know that you're fallen now... but maybe, you know, you could drop us a line and tell us you're okay".
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I'm Sorry My Weeping Angel (Destiel fanfiction)
Fanfiction"We all know that is an angel's reason for falling rejects them, they become weeping angels, but one person didn't, that persons name is Dean Winchester...." WARNING SLOW UPDATES !!!! This is based on a fanart/fanfiction of Marcia (https://m-arci-a...
