Anakin *angrily lounging on a couch*: Love is dead and never existed. All you did was betray me as I lay sick and festering. You are the definition of dread.
Ahsoka: Are you all right, Master?
Anakin:
No, Obi-Wan stole my fucking jar of cookies.
Some Dean/Cas/Meg. Dean can’t see the wings over his head, so to him the rain just sort of stopped. This is a commission for the wonderful @dmsilvisart – thank you! ♥
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