Macleod storie

•A series of one-shots. •Shedding some light to important "Supernatural" facts and/or scenes. *SPOILER ALERT* "It's not a party unless the redhead is invited" ;)

Castiel asks Jean Throne to go back in time for a special mission. This is how it all plays out.

Just some imagines about Rowena from Supernatural, I take requests for imagines for any of the women from Supernatural :)

Não consigo olhar meu reflexo no espelho sem pensar ;Quem é essa?;. Já não me reconheço, nem mesmo sei se um dia realmente fui alguém. A besta dentro de mim me fez perceber as verdades a minha volta, me fez sofrer com elas e então me libertou dando-me o maior prazer que alguém pode sentir, a felicidade. Correr descalça na floresta, sentir a energia das folhas mortas diminuir até se esgotar. Sentir a brisa trazendo aromas distintos preencher meu olfato com milhares de sensações, cantar alto para o céu sem ter que se preocupar com que os outros vão pensar. A minha liberdade só depende de uma fechadura ser destrancada, a liberdade só depende de libertar a besta selvagem, de libertar a loba sedenta. A solitária e sem família loba cinzenta.

THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE… If I had know it for the curse it is, I would have let the Kurgen take my head. I knew people would be born and die, and all the while, I would remain unchanged. However, if I had known those I loved would die, so young, so abruptly, leaving me alone, again, I would have welcomed death. Perhaps my long life with Heather was to meant to be my only one, my only love. If I had never allowed myself to love those who touched my heart, would they have lived on? Would they have married mortals and raised families. Would they have lived to grow old and die of the things that old people die of? Not violent deaths and obscure accidents. Not cut down in life when they were just getting started, but to die like my bonnie Heather, in the arms of her lover, thankful for a long, peaceful life. Perhaps I am the curse. Perhaps I am being punished for staying with Heather. Punished for our love and joy, for her death and my eternal youth. Perhaps Ramierez was right. I should have left her, I was too selfish. I am always too selfish. The lives I touch wither and die. I am cursed. I am the curse. - Connor Macleod