Aesthetics

"If I die--" I began, voice quiet, barely above a whisper.

"Don't say that." Dean cut me off, resting his head against mine. "You won't. I won't let you. You aren't dying. Not on my watch."

A sigh slipped past my lips as I shut my eyes. "Show me you love me. Tonight, right now. Just prove it."

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With the apocalypse looming, Saige is doing everything she can to prevent it and her family from falling apart. Angels, demons, good, evil, all of those lines blur. She has few people to trust. Hope wanes each day as her death seems more and more likely as each minute passes by.