Did he even have faith left? Not in the corrupted Host of Heaven, but in God? Their Father. A question that lingers at the edge of thoughts before another rushes in to take its place before he can lend voice to it. Dean... went back to Alitair's methods?
His facade of neutrality finally breaks and he stands, quick and fast. Black wings spread out behind him, slicing through the air, shaking off the feeling of dread that crawls up his spine. The Dean he knows was nearly destroyed when they forced him to interrogate Alistair. To be cut off at every turn and be forced into that situation again... no wonder he'd been the broken shell of a man he'd once known.
But this wasn't about Dean, it wasn't about him. But the angel that was far too familiar yet so very different. ]
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Did he even have faith left? Not in the corrupted Host of Heaven, but in God? Their Father. A question that lingers at the edge of thoughts before another rushes in to take its place before he can lend voice to it. Dean... went back to Alitair's methods?
His facade of neutrality finally breaks and he stands, quick and fast. Black wings spread out behind him, slicing through the air, shaking off the feeling of dread that crawls up his spine. The Dean he knows was nearly destroyed when they forced him to interrogate Alistair. To be cut off at every turn and be forced into that situation again... no wonder he'd been the broken shell of a man he'd once known.
But this wasn't about Dean, it wasn't about him. But the angel that was far too familiar yet so very different. ]
That's not true.
You're torturing yourself.