[completed 09/09/2020] [WARNINGS: mild language, gore, and some sexual scenes. Discretion is advised] I always thought God, Angels, and praying were things for scared little girls and people with no sense of direction. Until of course I died and went to Hell for forty years (four months topside) and then something - someone - dragged me out. We'd been through a lot together since then, my angel and I. I think -- I think we even fell in love. [This is my first ever Destiel/Supernatural fanfic! The first chapter is kinda disconnected and its mostly character driven, but I hope you enjoy.] [I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS]
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