/ John knowing that he’s not worth of being around his kids after everything he put them through in his childhood because his vendetta mattered more. 🫡

/ I might end up making Bobby Singer but with a difference faceclaim.

⠀ Maybe it’s time to step down and relax. ⠀

⠀ ‶ There’s wisdom in those words. But there are times that bein’ wise is not enough to save our damned arses. ″ ⠀

/ Him as Bobby Singer, tomorrow.

⠀ Another set of whispers reached the old hunter’s ears: a demon seems to be plaguing a small town, not far from his current location—more job to do. ⠀

⠀ Mornin’. ⠀

⠀ You must be the angel—Castiel, correct?

⠀ Sam. Didn’t expect ya t’be up this early. ⠀

⠀ Heavy sigh. It’s time to do somethin’ productive instead of dwelling in memories of the past. ⠀

|: Finally home. Gonna make an account and then I'll be here. Accuse yourself if you wanna write.

/ finally made him, feel free to follow.

⠀ His abdomen is bleeding. ⠀