Static Radios and Broken Lights
[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]
