TherapyCrocodile
My, my, those eyes like fire
I'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre
Come now, bite through these wires
I'm in waking hell and the gods grow tired
Reset my patient violence along both lines of a pathway higher
Grow back your sharpest teeth, you know my desire
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"Is something the matter, Dean? You seem quiet."
"I-I'm not sure, Cas. I'm so used to you being around, and we just finally got you back to normal. It sucks losing someone I'm close to and has saved my ass many times."
The angel looks at the floor, blinks, and turns to face Dean.
"I understand your feelings. My own existence and fate makes little to no sense. Once I complete these trials and save my family and Heaven, I will feel more valuable knowing that I am truly making a difference." He pauses, hoping the hunter didn't take offense. "Dean, what is it going to be like for you? Once I am gone."
Dean tries to push his emotions down and shrugs, "It'll be a lot harder to gank assholes for sure."