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add date: 23/01/2016
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Thrench Coat on a Tortillia
"What the Hell! Is this Cas's way to destract us?" Exclamed Dean as he kept his gun trained on the blue-eyed kid. Sam was just giving him a calculating look, trying to figure out how/who could have raised the teen that died almost a decade and a half ago while ignoring the pain from his soul that was slowly driving him insane.
"Hardly. Heaven considered me an abomination and Hell was out of question so I gave ClockWork a try. It was a good deal, roof above my head, food on the plate, jumping through the timestream,..."
"Wait! What? Jumping through time? Like the Angels?"
"Angels. Those birdbrains are the reason that I have to jump through time! Ever heared of the butterfly-effect? In short, every time-jump those idots make, cause ripples in the time-stream with major consequences. Like Balthzar and the Titanic disaster, remember." Danny smached his hand in the hood of the car on his right for dramatic effect. It was time for some unnessecairy anger. "Anyway, we should discusse this inside before Sam collapeses from the strain he puts on his soul. Your bird really did number on him." He said as he was calming down from mentioning the Angels' lake of responcebility. It didn't help that thosefluffy featherduster that call themselves Angels destroyed Amity because his parents had discovered a bit too much for liking. Just smith an entire town and be done with it, It's everyday bussines! Fudging Maniaks!
"Sam...?"
"I'm fine Dean. It's just a slight aching."
"And I'm the Queen of England. You are not fine. You are the contradiction of fine. Hell, your soul is falling apart and no new paint job is going to fix it. Psycological torture is far more effective than 'physical' turture when it comes to fracturing and corupting souls. Alistar was a brat with a hammer compaired to Lucifer's Da Vinci. Now, go inside before the giant strains his soul even more and collapses!"