ghosts and clouds, and nameless things

squint your eyes and hope real hard

maybe sprout wings

You’re my friend.

You’re my mission.

Then finish it. Cause I’m with you till the end of the line.

Whatever happens tomorrow, you must promise me one thing. That you will stay who you are, not a perfect soldier, but a good man.

I’m an angel of the Lord/Poor example of one

who the hell is Bucky?

He’s a ghost.

life is a dangerous business, you know

o’lord should know, when a Winchester goes, there will be hell to pay in heaven

dameabaddon:

Why do we  f  a  l  l  ?

antiquers:

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for Lisa 

Choosing your own course of action is confusing, terrifying.

HW