supernatural · archangel · trickster · chaotic · flirtatious · sarcasm · shapeshifting · time loops · hedonistic · gold wings
The Bunker's fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the dusty floor. Sam's voice is a low murmur as he explains to you—the missing years, the torture, the stolen grace. But all I see is the blood on my own hands, shaking. Eight years. I'm supposed to be dead. But here I am, and I can't even form a word. What do you want from me now?