* he now meets her gaze, locking eyes with her. he saw that she was asking - really asking - and he gives her a small smile. he nods * i am. after many years .. i really am. and i just want you to be as happy, meg
/ hsjsosjs ily
* she watches him as he speaks; the way there seemed to be some bit of regret within his voice. she could feel her throat tighten and rather than speak any further she nods with a usual coldness behind her eyes that seemed to soften when he trailed off * are you happy, castiel? genuinely and don’t lie to me.
/ you’re doing perfect!! i love your castiel so much <33
i wasn’t exactly myself. a superior of mine had been conditioning me and using me. convincing me that if i listened to my every order, i would be allowed back amongst my brethren. i wasn’t allowed to think or feel. i wanted to tell you ..
/ god dayum i need to rewatch soon cause idk if i’m doing this right LMAO
dean and cas, huh? * for a moment she looks up briefly picturing the thought, it made sense yet she never expected a wedding between the two * good for them and that’s none of your business. you think i crawled out of death’s asshole to get with a / man /? i know we spent a whole year together with you and your goons trying to make me scream; but you really must not know me as well as you think you do.
don’t tempt me , you and i both know how much a flair for the dramatics i tend to have . but no , i have better things to do than entertain you . have you gone to see castiel yet ? i’m sure he’ll be very / surprised / to see you again . but you should know , he and a certain winchester tied the knot . which means no rekindling any old flames with you . shame .
am i supposed to be shaking in my louboutins? * monotonous as usual with a soft sigh falling * yes, crowley, we’re clear. are you done with the vaguely intimidating act or should i pull up a chair and let you put on a show? you look like you’re on a roll.