What if a demon were to creep after you one night, in your loneliest loneliness, and say, 'This life which you live must be lived by you once again and innumerable times more; and every pain and joy and thought and sigh must come again to you, all in the same sequence. The eternal hourglass will again and again be turned and you with it, dust of the dust!' Would you throw yourself down and gnash your teeth and curse that demon? Or would you answer, 'Never have I heard anything more divine'?"
Friedrich Nietzsche
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He loves the night; loves it like flowers love the kiss of a rain drop falling on their petals, like a bird loves the wind that lifts her wings. He belongs to the night; longs for the silence of shadows, the quiet lullaby of the wind whispering through the trees, and the feel of the moonlight playing over her skin. Willingly he walks into an ally drenched in darkness, challenging anything that might hear him; half hoping that something, anything, will answer.
AN: Don't own Supernatural, nor its characters, just borrowing them for a little angsty fun. Please forgive me my spelling mistakes, I wrote this at 3am, late night inspiration; you know how it goes, you write when the idea strikes. Lol, Anywho, enjoy.