Tittle: True to Our Nature
Challenge: shoulder
Word Counter: I fed it's unnatural hunger for percision
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
A/N: Even though the italics is meant to be God, it's still up for interpation who really did the saving here.
A forest burring—everything burns down. Even me. Even flesh sears, and I'm simply embers.
A glacier melting—everything will freeze. Even me. Even burned, coldness howls in this hollow shell. I don't feel anything anymore… just…
Floating. In an instant what passes for a life passes by--- I must be dead but this isn't over yet because a hand is touching my shoulder…
Castiel
Turning to the voice, I see the light that made me-- the star that guides me.
Find me
A symphony of sensation and suddenly I'm breathing again, looking around lost.
Stay true to your nature.