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...

Isabel was sitting in her office, doing some paperwork, when the door opened and a cop appeared in the doorway. “Chief wants a word with you”
Isabel nodded and the cop went away. She sighed and stood up. She walked out of her office and walked to the head bureau. She knocked and waited for her employer to say yes before she entered.
“You wanted to see me, chief?” Isabel said.
Chief Barned signed at the chair opposite his desk.
“I was wondering how your tìm kiếm for Jack is going?” he asked.
Isabel bit her lip. “Not so good, to be honest” she started careful. “You know Jack. If...

Raphael put the box inside a white vault. They had expected Anna to return to get it, not Dean Winchester. Fortunately they had trained Cas well in the years he’d spent with them and away from the Winchesters and thêm importantly from Meg Masters. Now if Naomi could get the other part of Cas back they would be able to fix him.
The sound of wings made him look up. Without turning around he knew it was Naomi who stood behind him.
“I hope all went well” he đã đưa ý kiến in a questioning tone.
“I put Castiel in an artificial coma” Naomi confirmed. “If we can keep Dean Winchester here long enough...

Dean and Jo were sitting in a restaurant. Jo had convinced Dean to go out so that he could take his mind of Cas and whatever it was that kept making him ill.
“You look pretty” Dean said, with a faint smile.
“I didn’t even change my outfit” Jo answered cynical.
Dean looked down and Jo recognized his expression.
“Are bạn texting?” she asked upset.
“What?” Dean đã đưa ý kiến quick. “No, no, I was…I was checking time…”
“why? bạn bored?” Jo asked offended.
“No!” Dean denied firm. “I just…I don’t want to leave Cas alone for too long. He’s sick and I’m afraid that...