Welcome to WeLoveSupernatural. This is a group dedicated to the TV show Supernatural. Here, you can show off your Supernatural fanart, meet other fans of the show, and have fun. Anyone is welcome to join!
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Theme Prompt - WarHe wears a simple gold ring.
But what is gold
But one more thing men have
Fought and died for?
It needs no jewels, no designs,
Nothing to make it more valuable.
Greed lays heavy in many hearts
And gold is all that's needed.
It's often what he uses,
This man-shaped idea,
To start the fighting and killing,
To reduce men to animals.
He glories in this power, in this ring,
As blood flows.
He's done this for, oh, centuries,
And will for centuries more.
Turning brother against brother,
sister against sister,
Tempting families and loves
To tear each other apart.
He walks away, clean hands that
Should be spattered and stained with blood
Twisting and turning that ring upon his finger,
Leaving the dead and dying behind.
It doesn't take much, not at all,
Just a glint of gold and a suggestion,
And war breaks out, big and little,
Slaking his raging hunger for pain.
[SPN] WTBIABA Ch. 12Castiel stared at the landscape running before his eyes through the car window. By the driver seat Shane was telling him about a particularly fun hunt that had kept she and Richard busy a couple of years before, but he wasn’t really listening. His thoughts were elsewhere, occupied by an odd feeling he couldn’t work out and that made him restless. He wondered if it was some kind of foreboding, a warning that his fading Grace was trying to send him. It could have been, but he hadn’t been able to interpret those signals for some time by now, so it was impossible for him to grasp its real meaning.
“Cas? Are you alright?” Shane asked in that moment, snapping him out of his thoughts. She had to have noticed that he wasn’t listening to what she had been saying. “You’re even quieter than your usual self. Are you feeling uncomfortable for what happened yesterday?”
He narrowed his eyes in confusion. “What are you referring to?” He
[SPN] WTBIABA Ch. 8Castiel stumbled back, feeling his limbs trembling under the efforts he was imposing to his wounded body. There was blood running down his cheeks and dripping into his eyes and the hole in his left arm burnt like hellfire. His powers were too weak to heal his limbs rapidly and efficiently as they used to do and the fact was affecting him more than he had expected. He was trying hard to force himself to focus on his current situation, to ignore the wounds and the weakness caused by the blood loss, but his sight kept getting blurry.
He had experienced pain during battles before, but it had never lasted long enough to allow him to feel it for real. At times it had been very intense, like when he had died, but it was gone after few seconds, quickly becoming just an unpleasant memory. Now instead the stinging sensation ran through his body in violent waves, making it difficult for him to keep his mind clear. He was panting and his lungs were burning, a feeling that was so alien to him and t
[SPN] WTBIABA Ch. 9When his feet touched the ground once again, Castiel found himself in a thick wood. The old trunks towered him, rising to cover the sky with their luxuriant foliage. He knew that he was still in the country that the humans now called United States, but he hadn’t been paying attention while he was flying and so he couldn’t have named the part of it where he was now. If he had concentrated hard enough he could have found out in a few moments, but he was still weak from his last fight and he had been flying without a break for more than a day. He needed to save his energies, just in case he chanced upon a group of Raphael’s followers again. Luckily, he couldn’t sense any angelic presence in that place, which meant that maybe he would be able to find a good refuge where to rest for a while before resuming his search.
However, before he could move from his spot, a scream pierced the air without warning, followed by the sounds of numerous gunshots. It was faint and th