the weapons keeper of heaven
Megstiel paint!sex for Laken, Happy Birthday!
“Well now that we’ve moved the furniture it’s time to start painting, Clarence.”
if i had a voice i would sing
god just speak
how art thou fallen from heaven
FYSL Exchange Piece: for defilerwyrm | prompt: prayer
Sam Winchester prayed. He prayed a lot more than your average boy and he prayed about much bigger things. For his dad to stop moving them around, for Dean not to bleed out, for his acceptance letters not to be found. When he started, Sam didn’t even know if he had been baptized. If his prayers would go unheard because he was just a lost soul.
But they were heard.
“Angel of God, my guardian dear,” Sam’s voice would say quietly, in the motel room’s darkness. Loudly, in the cage’s darkness.
Sam was unsure if he had one of his own. A guardian angel, “to whom God’s love commits me here.” He wanted to hold on desperately to the idea that he wasn’t damned. “Ever this day be at my side.” Though with the powers, with demon blood, with the truth, the notion faded.
But the angel, Sam’s angel, was released. The earth shook. Heaven prepared for war. “To light, to guard, to rule and guide.”
Sam Winchester had a guardian angel and he would answer Sam’s prayer. He would protect him, he would show him to light. The brightest star.
He would lead Sam to his greatness.
you and me and the devil makes three