MaryNJuliet

Castiel's pov It was one of those nights. I was tipsy, disoriented and I felt everything. Accept now I was like one of them, human. I felt the beat of Jimmy’s heart, the oxigen rushing in and out of his lungs. I felt life and death. The core of the earth and the flow of the universe. But since I lost my grace I felt like being crushed by the information. I could also feel their absence. The emptyness of the rooms. I was sitting in Dean’s ‘’batcave’’. His sanctuary, his happy place, his room. The traces of energy he left there were medley. His anger, frustrations and sadness were piled up in the corners