Misha Collins

Dear Castiel, Angel of Thursday,

I know I will sound out a little bit stupid, though you're not real, but it is what I feel. I am not accustomed to hide feelings and could talk for hours about everything that happens in the world, but it's not the main theme there. I am nghề viết văn this letter because bạn inspire me be a better person, not to be afraid of mistakes, be myself, bạn were always with me in my life when I had many hard moments.
I still remember the first time bạn appeared and I was left breathless, not because of your appearance, but because of your eyes. Peoplē in my country usually...

“Get me out of here! Guard!” Meg yelled, though she knew it was no use. The only reason Anna and Balthazar had been able to chat with her without being disturbed, was because they were able to make humans unconscious. So they were all probably fast asleep.
“Stop yelling” Zoey hissed. She was carrying a big book, which Meg recognized as Daphne’s ‘The Lake’, a diary hidden behind fictional character names.
“What are bạn doing here?” Meg frowned. She didn’t want to have anything to do with the Allen sisters.
“Cas’ trial started an giờ ago” Zoey started. “I have to prepare...

The nurse opened the door and pushed the wheelchair into the room. Daphne was sitting on the giường and at the bàn there was an officer standing.
“I would like to ask your patient a few questions” he cut to the chase.
“I’m not sure my patient is physically hoặc mentally strong enough to answer any” the doctor said, while entering the room.
“I feel fine” Cas mumbled.
“Well, bạn heard him. He’s peachy. Please leave the room” the officer đã đưa ý kiến with a wave of his hand.
“I’m not going anywhere” Daphne đã đưa ý kiến stubborn.
“That’s okay” the officer đã đưa ý kiến with a smug look. He rotated...