" for whom you think can be sad are actually more sad than you can comprehend "

❝No one warns little girls how boys with such pretty eyes, who smell like smoke, who taste like rain, who talk like silver, are reasons behind tear soaked pillows, half finished poems, and so many sad dreams...❞ © all rights reserved // emily-j

"You aren't from around here, yeah?" Castiel nearly scoffed upon the words and their irony before anwering, "No, I am not." The girl merely hummed in reply, pondering this pleasent, but unusual man. "What's your name?" She asked after a beat. "My name is C—" The angel stumbled on his words; for some reason it didn't feel right to use his name as the identity of an earth being. Within seconds he corrected himself with the first male name he could think of, "Louis. My name is Louis." Castiel, as punishment, is stripped of his wings and sent back to earth. He imagines that to cancel out the wrong he did, he has to help someone; maybe make the battle of good and evil in his life equal again. But, until that happens, he goes under the name Louis.

All actions require decisions. All decisions have consequences. Some are good, others not so much. When Louis took that girl's hand he didn't know if he had made the right decision and he didn't even think about the consequences because sometimes the stupidest decisions end in the best consequences.