Tell Them What I Hoped Would Be Impossible // Private

[Leafwing12]

Sam stopped once in the room. He watched as the two interacted with each other. His gaze seemed to soften a bit. “She’s a very wonderful animal, Doc. I’m glad you two found each other.” He siad

[dannychan]

he jumped and whipped around with what looked like a revolver held out. it was heavily modified, and had a scope on it. doc looked.. incredibly intense. he was almost as pale as his hair, with clear skin and almost blue-purple lips. his eyes were a very bright blue- or eye, singular, as one was covered by an eyepatch. where the other eye should have been, there was a large burn, obviously self inflicted. he scrambled for his mask, hastily pulling his hood up and setting down the gun and nevermore.

[Leafwing12]

Sam quickly raised his hands, tensing up and his eyes widened. "Woah woah...It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you." He said, watching him. He seemed to relax a bit when Doc lowered the gun

[dannychan]

he hissed. “you ever heard of fucking knocking?” he snapped and moved to set himself back up, putting his hat back on.

[Leafwing12]

He blinked. "I have yes but...It's the infirmary. No one really does that here." Sam said.

[dannychan]

he frowned. “should start.. just polite.” he muttered and looked at nevermore. he started to gently dry her off, sighing.

[Leafwing12]

He sighed. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.” He said

[dannychan]

he frowned. “you tell no one you saw my face.” he stated. “not your brother or.. that little.. satan that showed up, you got that?” he stayed, setting nevermore on his shoulder.

[Leafwing12]

He blinked. “Alright. But Castiel isn’t Satan. He’s just an angel. One amongst many.” He said

[dannychan]

he shook his head. “i don’t wanna hear this bullshit. get out.” he groaned and waved him off.