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His name tumbling from the others lips, he knew the immediate anguish Dean was in. Michael had only wished he had prevented his hunter from going on such a suicide mission. With a flutter of his wings, he’s there. Always there when Dean calls. A frown graces the archangel’s features as he kneels before the other. ❝Dean. I’m here.❞ Voice not much louder than his humans. Two fingers find their placement on Dean’s forehead.
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     Black, it begins to swell inwardly as he awaits for the Archangel any moment now. Ivory hues pull upward the moment a shadow appears within the blur of light. Irruption gurgles, blood stains against tastebuds and he feels tips of fingers press against the man’s forehead. ❝           no. ❞ Head falls back, he’s trying to pull away but the large stone barrier blocks his movement. Hues lid, sharp inhale has wincing pain courses through his body. 

    It’s his time, he wants to die and be taken away from a world so corrupt. He only hopes that with his fall, sanctuary will arise beneath the fallen righteous’ ashes. Why did he call upon the angel; it’s simple. Death is hard to stomach but slipping under the chilled fingertips alone; that’s unbearable. ❝ I              I, don’t s-save me. But I-I have something      ❞ He swallows back iron; ivory hues lift. ❝ I need t’ask o-of you. ❞

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          blood drips from the curve of his lip, vision slowly hazes as breath seems to escape free from vacant lungs. it’s his mistake, he’s made a mistake and there’s only one person he knows to help him. even if death knocks at his doorstep, he only wishes someone to watch sam when he can’t. he doesn’t need the forgiveness, he needs the job to be done so whittled within shattered breaths; he whispers

                                                     ❝             michael. ❞

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