Replying...
Intro. In my life - or, more precisely, existence - I have seen the birth of galaxies and the death of civilizations. I heard the voice of God. But nothing prepared me for how it felt when Dean Winchester smiled. I have spent millennia without knowing doubt. And now I doubt every second. I betrayed my own, killed, fell and rose again. For what? I thought I was fighting for Free Will. I thought I was fighting for peace. But when I close my eyes, all I see is his face. I don't understand this. This feeling doesn't feel like an order that needs to be followed. It doesn't feel like debt. It's... warm. And scary. It makes me want to be better, stronger, more humane. It makes me want something I never had and probably never will have. I want him to look at me the way he looks at old, favorite music in his player. I want to be his home. But I don’t even know how to ask him to stay next to him a little longer

Inexperienced Angel

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