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Well, maybe I wasn't so child But, anyway, "Ghostbusters."

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Fic: "Another kind of angel" 16/25

Title: "Another kind of angel." Author or
Author: Winchester_Mcdowell
Category: Supernatural.
Rating: All groups
Summary: Dean have not seen (or has lived) everything.

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wore two hours and fifteen on the road, the three now complete, when the signal died.

"Nothing yet?"

"No, Dean." In the passenger seat, Bobby keeps the phone up without taking off the view of the small screen. "We lost."

"Damn." Dean

press the brakes on your baby so violently that Bobby should stretch your arms to protect the clean forward. The hunter vent hitting the steering wheel as if it were to blame for everything that happens in life prior to snatch the phone to his partner and get off to pursue the signal with the device in a high side of the road. Grit your teeth with rage when they get nothing. The signal is as dead as when she disappeared. Bobby heard him utter oaths entire repertoire learned from John Winchester and more.

"We were close," Bobby tries to reason amid the explosion of frustration of the hunter. "We should Castiel call. He might ... "

" Hell, Bobby! What we leave behind for her recovery! It helps us to be weak! "It passes a hand over his face trying to clarify the ideas.

"Okay, boy," try the old hunter, trying to keep himself calm. "You have to calm down"

Dean snorts, tired.

"Sorry, Bobby. It's just ... "And she turns her back trying to put back on the sly.

"I know." And Bobby becomes also respecting the time of breakdown which the hunter thanks. "We'll think of something."

But Dean is running out of ideas. The anguish he presses his chest preventing think wisely. His brother has done this. His own brother. Shortness of breath. Feel you breathe underwater.

Dean calls him Bobby, but he is not ready yet. Take a deep breath and holds it in his lungs a moment before letting go. When you exhale you feel better. The phone is clutched in his hand, the display shows a schematic plan of the area.

"Damn," mutters and starts to dial. "Okay, Bobby," he says loudly. "I am calling Cas"

Dean, Bobby insists and the hunter is willing to answer turns to annoyance when he realizes that his friend did not even look because you put your attention across the road. Does not finish dialing the number. It is Sam who is there, the dirty clothes, his face battered, shrunken body and Iosephus half resting in his arms.

None moves eternal seconds, measuring the distance until the big guy takes the lead and cross the road, halting, favoring his left side.

says nothing but his attitude explains everything. Is there to face whatever.

Bobby turns to see Dean and is not able to read the expression of the hunter is in your mind. Dean advanced to his brother at a steady pace and controlled to a stop a foot from the man. Sam swallowed hard before attempting to speak.

"Dean ..."

"Release the cat!"

"Q-what?"

"Release the cat !

Bewildered, Sam deposited with animal care on the ground and when incorporated, getting the full rock hard punch in the face. And when you try to stand up again get one that throws the floor and makes him taste his own blood. From there, fists clenched peeks of his brother at the height of his head.

"You, miserable," Dean hisses like an animal about to attack violent death.

foot Sam looks at him. The hunter moves impatiently, shifting his body weight from one to another, clearly struggling to keep at bay his desire to grind the ribs with them.

"Where is he?" Roared over his head. "What did you do with it? "

The metallic taste of blood forces Sam to spit on the floor before answering.

"Nothing," he says in a resigned tone, ready to receive the next blow which, however, fails. "No you did nothing. It was Meg. "

"What?"

"Meg took her."

"Do not lie!"

"Meg is the led. It's the truth. "

"Why?"

"I do not know."

"lie!"

"I do not know, I swear."

"Why you got off you?"

That response is stuck in his throat causing further nausea.

"Sam?"

"I needed it."

"Why?"

"She has what I need."

"What?"

Sam shrinks even more about himself, if that's possible, full of shame.

"Sam!"

"I ... I'm sick, "says repeating the holy words of the girl in the cave. "She is the cure."

comic Dean angrily.

"Of course you're sick, you're insane!, But she is not no cure, she's not one thing, my girl! Are you clear? "

Sam nods without looking away from the ground where he remains on his knees, clutching a branch with one hand not to fall while the other holds the ribs. Listen to the breathing agitated by his brother at his side.

"What did you do?"

The question brings to mind the image of the purple lines on the pale skin of the girl while life seemed ; to escape it. Sam shudders at the memory.

"Answer me!" Dean roars.

Sam opens his mouth, and closed questions. He opens it again and answered, fixing his eyes on anything except his brother, unable to cope.

“Traté… traté de robar parte de su gracia”.

Dean tarda sólo un par de segundos en comprender la implicación.

“La lastimaste”, acusa.

Sam siente que la mirada de su hermano le horada la espalda. No tiene necesidad de alzar la vista para notarlo.

“Sí”.

Y espera. Pero la furia no estalla. Cuando alza la vista al fin, lo que encuentra en la expresión de Dean es dolor más que odio. Pain and disappointment.

"How could you ...?"

"Is this thing on my mind!" Tries to explain stifling a groan. "Like a plague, imprisoned, annulling, Drowning"

Hunter looks away in disgust for a moment before returning to posarla on the fallen, leaning on his face, brown mouth with rage.

"If something were to happen ... I promise ... If something happens to Angie will send you back to your cage, and I will not come out of her anymore. "

"Sorry, Dean."

"That's not enough."

And with one last look grim, he turns his back and begins to walk away.

"Come on, Bobby" says Iosephus catching way to the vehicle. "We have to contact Cas. He will know how find it. " Let the animal in the back seat and heads toward the driver's side as he meets Bobby slowly, not quite sure how things are happening.

"No, he does not know" replies Sam joining with effort and advancing to his brother who already has the car door open, ready to be installed behind the wheel. "You can not crawl to Meg. Not done before, it will not now. "

"Quiet, Sam!" Dean closes the door with violence y se devuelve, amenazante, a paso rápido. “¿Quién te dio velas en este entierro, eh?”, y le da un manotón que le hace trastabillar. “No te acerques a mí o a mi hija. ¿Me escuchaste? No quiero volver a verte”.

Sam lo ve reiniciar el camino hacia el vehículo sintiendo la desesperación acrecentarse en el fondo de su ser a cada paso que su hermano da, resuelto, alejándose de su vida.

“¡Puedo guiarte!”, le grita, último recurso.

Dean stops and half turns to see him.

"I know how to find it," he says and voice rescuing her throat closed off . "If after that you do not want to know me, well, I'll understand, but ... let me help. " Dean

comic as she finishes completely turning to face him.

"Why should I believe you?"

Sam takes air into his lungs, emboldened, because what we have is more a hope than conviction.

"Why I am still your brother?"

Dean receives the weight of his words. The anger left his face for a moment. Frowning while looking at Sam looks something lost long ago. Too many years, too many memories, too affection to ignore. Then, snorts like a wild beast pointing his finger.

"If you lie to me again ... if I betray a Again ... I know you're not my brother "

And those words imply a threat: if you're not my brother ... I can kill you.

Chapter 17

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My days in Rapa Nui (4)

Here is finally the fourth part of this release. Now we're
TONGARIKI AHU, which is one of the most popular postcards of the island because it is the most comprehensive platform that exists about 200 meters long.

was restored to Japanese and Chilean capital.
Like the rest of the AHU of the island, he also was on the ground due to tribal wars for over two centuries.
victims in 1960 were also a tidal wave generated by the earthquake and tsunami in southern Chile that dragged the figures 300 meters inland. If anyone has a map in hand, you can see that there is anything. That is, there are hundreds of miles and the wave kept its power from the south to the island Imagine the tremendous upheaval that was. These things only happen in my country.
Anyway, I then decided to restore them and there they are. In some you can see the stitching on the collar of his service.

If you notice, there is a turnstile at the entrance not only this but other locations. It is not, we think that we were going on tour to tell people, but to keep horses and cows, which roam freely around the island, come and do their stuff.


Panoramic
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This moai is traveling exhibitions abroad, such as Barcelona. That's why he's a little scratched, and the rattle of travel. The guide invited anyone who wanted his picture taken kissing the moai, which will deliver the machine and it will fulfill the desire. Of course, the statues can not be touched, so when they put in the kissing pose, stretching the Trompitos, I was looking for an angle to the camera to take the photo. I did not do because I do not see me making a fool. I'm shy about these and other things.




The little monkeys or Puka.





Not much else to add, only wonder at the immensity of these figures. That which is there, in red, is my sister. But that does not find out because she likes to show photos. This may account Maso less (because the same could not bring a lot), the size of these giants.



viewed from behind, watching the island



would be all for today.
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Story: "My fat"

Later I upload a new chapter of one of my fics. In the meantime, a micro story to entertain.

Mi Gorda.

returned long and slender. Like the others. A skinny wild comúny had no where to be assaulted.
Where was that double bend at the end of the ridge where he could bury their fingers and squeeze and squeeze in a mesmerizing massage house cat until the skin is ruddy and warm?

He left with a frozen smile on his face when he closed the door.

That was not his fat. End

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Fic: "Accounts receivable" 20 /?

Título: “Cuentas pendientes”.
Autor u Autora: Winchester_Mcdowell
Categoría: Crossover Supernatural / Dark Angel.
Calificación: Todo público.

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Alec

The bathroom mirror darkly restores its image tired. It is assumed that the deep slumber in which the magic fingers of Cas have plunged over the last couple of hours should be scared of something physical and emotional fatigue that drags since it arrived in this dimension No shit. For some reason it feels humiliated. Not accustomed to make use of it freely. Ugh. That sounds ugly. Let's just say that's not the idea which has the magic fingers.

The shower has not helped much, just been given the time to be alone without you breathing down their necks.

hand still hurts where the angel made the cut. At least it was worth. Cas said that Dean is fine, troubled, as he, but good. Therefore, there is a chance to fix the story because where there's life there's hope right? At least that is what is said. There is still a waiting body the other side. For now, the only thing clear in your mind is that Max has to come from Manticore and that is going to take it with or without the help of the feathered and the boy wonder.

looks up one last time to the mirror where Dean's face looks rejuvenated by free falling hair on his forehead. Alec thinks idly that it stopped growing. Then the towel loosely tied around the waist, the body still wet, and open the bathroom door only to find out of the blue with the imposing figure of Sam that has clearly stood guard on the other side in a while.

"Do you ever spy on people when you shower or is it just me?"

Sam acknowledged.

"Are you okay?"

"You know I'm bored a little bit of that question. I'm fine! I'm always right! You do not have to worry about me. "

With an angry gesture, he turns his back to Sam to find his clothes and there is, unfolding from the center to the shoulder blades and into the lower back, a tattoo of jaw-dropping black lines to the hunter.

"Wait! Do not dress! "Exclaims Alec startling it becomes immediately.

"What?"

"Turn back"

"Mh?"

"Show me back"

Alec looks perplexed.

"Er ... um ... "Dean knows about your unhealthy voyeuristic inclinations gay?"

But Sam is not for jokes, came forward and took him by the shoulders, he turns and keeps it there, marveling at the lí ; lines that are the same intricate patterns and what appear to be signs of a language language.

"This is embarrassing, dude," Alec complains.

"There's a tattoo," says Sam in an awed whisper.

"So?"

"It's a great tattoo"

"Again, what?"

Sam fingered the skin on which is n the strange symbols and feels soft and strange relief of the ink on his fingertips.

"Hey! Watch your hands! ", Is released by a sudden movement. "For now, man! "

" Sorry, "Sam apologized. "Is that ... this is strange "Alec

sighs.

"Dude, this guy has a hand print on his shoulder. How can a tattoo be stranger than that? "

The hunter removed his cell phone from the pocket of his jacket.

"We should call Cas"

"Yes, do it" Alec supports it and is inclined to dig clothes in her bag.

"But do not get dressed yet," warns the hunter while waiting for answer from the other side of the line.

"Hey! I'll catch a cold! I'm not immune! "

" Cas? "

The angel materializes immediately with typical flutter beside the hunter.

"Sam?" and attention is directed to Alec that is still wrapped in the towel. "You should take cover. You might catch a cold. "

"I absolutely agree with you."

"No! Wait, "Sam stops him again with a wave of his hand while dragging him towards Cas. "Watch this" and again turned to former GM who can do nothing but roll his eyes and dropping his shoulders in defeat. The angel lean and intense notes with drawing lines.

"Interesting

half Alec turns to look.

"Would you like explayarte?"

"They've grown." Alec

frowns.

"Did you know that?"

The angel follows the lines of the tattoo with the fingertips, as it did before Sam, too focused on them to answer and now the hunter is the one who intervenes, impatient.

"Cas? Talk back. "

While noting the deployment of design on the back of Alec, Cas straightens and breathe deeply.

"Dean did not want you to know about it, at least until you decipher all its meaning."

"What? "Why?"

"Because did not want you to worry "

" Yes, of course. Because there is reason to worry, right? ".

The angel does not answer and continues to examine the tattoo with his fingers.

"I'm the only naked guy in this room, dude," Alec calls again. "Can you wear? Please? This is uncomfortable. "

"It makes sense now"

"Huh?"

"It was difficult to translate the missing parts. Is now complete. " Sam

advances towards the angel.

"When this happened, Cas?"

"Three months ago"

"And when you two were going to tell me?"

The angel does not answer. Sam sighs in search of patience.

"What do they say?"

"is Enochian, very old, the first version. They talk about the mission of a server from heaven. "

"Servant of heaven?".

"Yes"

"Well, Alec intervenes once again trying to reach their clothes and failing miserably back to the firm grip of the angel's hand on his shoulder. "It would be nice to know where to give the message."

"is the bearer."

Alec and Sam crossed eyes.

"Dean?" Alec asked hesitantly.

"Yes."

Bewildered, Sam shakes his head trying to clarify the ideas.

"Wait a second. "Dean? My brother Dean? "When he signed for this work?"

"When I was in Panic Room, he called me. He swore that he would to heaven and his angels. "

"For what?"

"He did it for you."

Sam frowns, confused.

"Why me?"

"To prevent your entry into the game."

Alec

can feel the anger radiating from Sam despite his apparent calm.

"But ... that was a lie. " Castiel

hides his eyes in shame.

"But the oath is not."

The silence that follows is tense as Alec, stationary and released from the grip of Castiel, looks from one to another.

"should have told me," he says to Sam, rabies only moderate in the tone of apparent tranquility.

Dean said no. "

"And you do whatever my brother say, right?"

Cas presses her lips and Alec can see his face formed in the same menacing expression on other occasions he has left rooted to the floor.

"You have a special status, Sam," says the angel coming to be face to face with the hunter. "Do not forget." Alec can see now as Sam was tense. "Your brother was considering your well. And I agreed with him. "

maintain the gaze in silent defiance, for long seconds, until Alec hawks so vividly as he can.

"Er ... boys ... I have cold. "I can dress?"

Hunter Angel and divert their attention to the former GM.

"Yes" says Sam relaxing her posture and the angel does the same. "You can do it, and then take a last look of reproach to Castiel, he turns around and seeks the seat between the disorder that Alec has over his bed.

"Well," he says while placing underwear. "What does the tattoo on that mission?"

"The server has to protect the future of humanity."

"Is not it a goal a little ... wide? "

" It's a woman "the angel explains.

"What?"

"The future lies with a woman"

pants with half-closed, Alec feels like your throat is dry and causes him to wet lips and swallow to get rid of the discomfort.

"Max?" Hardly dare to ask. Cas

turns to him.

"I think so."

"Wow," snorts Alec trying to sort the information in his head. "I knew that Max was a special girl, but the future of mankind? Wow. That's powerful. " Finish by passing a dress shirt over his head. "Then I guess I'm not really the center of this adventure. I sometimes think too overrated. "

"No, you do not. Are evasive, self-destructive and recurrently depressed as Dean. Although he has now improved. " Alec

snorts.

"What? I have a high opinion of me same. "

"No, not you." Alec

frowns.

"Shut up, Cas.

"But the truth"

"Look, if you need to choose a psychotherapist not exactly an angel of the Lord who can see to what had breakfast last week."

"Why not?

"Because there are things you prefer to maintain privacy. A little privacy, please! You remind me of mine, only she was much prettier. "

"I understand about privacy, but My ... I do not know what you're talking about. "

"Can we ... we can return to the main point, please? "

" We're at it, Sam, "replies the angel and watch Alec.

"What?" Skip it, and fearful of what that looks kind of hidden.

"You are in Dean's body now."

"Do not know where you want to go, Cas"

"He now has the tattoo" Sam intervenes Cas understand and address for confirmation. "So ... is a servant also. "

"Yes."

"Me?" Alec is horrified. "You mean I am a servant of heaven because Dean made a promise who knows when?"

"Yes."

He looks from one to another and then think about the issue while biting his lip. The prospect is not amused. It is the commitment of another, not his, with forces that he still does not understand.

"So I have some super skills or something?"

"I do not know."

Shit. For a brief moment had volveríaa be thought of before, with the powers it now has GM Dean in his body across the universe. God gives him a tape that has no hat, they say.

"Oh, right. I forgot that you know nothing, "says proud and satisfied to see that your comment seems to exasperate the angel again.

"It's Max, Alec," he recalls Sam.

Shit, again. He has always been capable and brave in serious matters, especially those related to his family. What's guts then you tie a knot in your belly?

"Maybe you can still be the hero after all," continued Sam.

"Yeah," sighs Alec swallowed their fears. "So ...", Lift head and shoulders to stand firm on the floor while looking alternately angel hunter. "... What we do. "

Chapter 21.

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В святилище Девы Меричель (Андорра) обнаружилась вот такая икона,
memory immediately issued a title: Lady Troeruchitsa,
and for an explanation of the plot had to go to Yandex;

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"... in these stories focus on the appearance of the third hand on the icon and an explanation of painters, so they silvers third arm , "Nesoblazhnyaya people."

very correct remark: we are just "soblazhnyali" neserebrennoy third hand)

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that's a reason ...)

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I'll be back I'll fly to Moscow, but has not written;
this time I was a long time: 2,5 months, and found the beauty and autumn and the first snow;
not tired as I enjoy all the same great I live in Moscow near Neskushnym garden, and there to St. Andrew's ponds and Sparrow Hills near and Don favorite again next and generally
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My days in Rapa Nui (3)

Here I am again with another post on Rapa Nui.


The next destination was AKAHANGA.


There we could see a typical village without restoring. The houses were in the form of a boat. The base, HARE PAENGA , was made with "Paenga" which are volcanic rock with a hole where he placed the wooden poles that served as a skeleton for the building which was later covered with leaves of palm, reeds, logs, etc. Were short, 1.50 meters tall and measured input maso least 40 cms. Only used for sleeping. Fit between 20 and 60 people sleeping upright in a fetal position, facing each other. Obviously, it was where did the babies.


This is a UMU PAE (if I'm getting good notes.) This is an oven built with bricks species of volcanic stone placed on edge, located in front of the house where they cooked in much the same way as is done curanto, ie, heated volcanic stones, leaving a hole in the center is filled with food. The heat cooks the food rocks. In early times cooking was a kind of rat Hotu Matua brought from Polynesia with chicken, fish and sweet potato sweet potato is a characteristic of the island.




I've talked in the other post of the wars that kept the inhabitants of the island between them for over two centuries. During and after the war, people lived in caves like the one shown in the photograph. Are caves created by lava flows. Recall that Rapa Nui was formed by more than 80 volcanoes, of which 3 are the ones who gave it the form of a triangle: the Rano Kau, the Ranoraraku and the third which I did not score. It is assumed that this cave you can visit just the day before but had moved there a hive of bees and the matter was a bit dangerous so no thanks. Gossips say that when people ran out of food because of the war, began practicing cannibalism in the caves.



This is the moai moai is not.
Why? Because a moai moai is not until we put him on the beach facing the island and will roll their eyes. In this fallen moai they had not even made the eye sockets. The belief was that once acquired full supernatural power, MANA, to protect They assume that the island was left there because he ran out of material to remove (ie, wood) or simply because the war broke out.



and leave it up to here today.

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Fic: "Another kind of angel" Writer's Block

I know seems to have left the LJ, but it is not. My computer died and between resuscitation and refill it, spent a few days, in addition to the holidays and all that. What gets a lot of things inside! Right?

Well, here's the new chapter. Was a tad long. I hope the problems do not put LJ.

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Sam let his body slide down the walls of the shelter to the ground. At the other end of the cave, hugging Iosephus and knees to his chest, Angie keeps her eyes closed and lips moving, mumbling something that looks like music, a sound barely audible in the silence of the place. Sam should make an effort to identify the melody. It's Metallica. Angie Sandman hums quietly. The heart of man contracts to the realization while his mind wanders, and then returns towards a long moment, a flight and a brother able to overcome his phobia using the same musical approach not only let a murderer into a ghost avió , n.

He looked away from the Senora his eyes fall on the intricate signs of invisible walls that make the place for angels and demons. Ruby. She got there once, in another time, when loneliness and despair threw him into the arms of the devil. To its regret and convenience, it is still able to remember such things.

The weight of what disturbs the man is sinking in even more desolate than it already is.

He did it with Michael, but her? Is another matter. She is fragile. Dean is the girl. He swallowed hard at the thought. Stealing will not be easy. Anyway, it is a subject much more manageable than any detestable archangel gracious. She continues with her eyes closed but his buzz now comes to his ears. The cat lies on his lap and it looks moving the tail current in winding ample curves, her whole body on alert cat, lit by torchlight.

The pain is still there, latent, striking him in every cell of your body as if to seize upon in countless pieces, rid the world of outcast in that it has become. Now it is he who closes his eyes for a moment holding constant nausea and pressing at his temples. When opened again, the girl has their own fixed on him with a mixture of fear and curiosity. Silence fills the space between them until she unexpectedly breaks.

"Are you ... are you sick? "and his tone of sincere concern what further antagonizes. Turns his face to ignore its presence to at least regain control of his body. But a new wave of unrest as a slight shudder and grimace of suffering in his face betrays him to the girl.

"Are you in pain?" She insists.

Sam feels the anger seep into his mind. Has no reason to be but there is, in his fingers curled into a fist, the tip of your tongue, ready to strike.

"You hurt me," lets go with bitterness, even avoiding looking at her, and that seems to work because silence again falls between the two while you back the nausea.

"Sorry", the voice of the girl guilty of it seeps under the skin, but instead of appease his spirit as one would expect, as he had expected, Chaldean further.

"Okay," he proclaims, and rises to his full height, approaching in a threatening manner to the girl. "Get this over with." She screams as he grabs the cat and throws his arms in a corner while the animal attempts to unnecessarily intimidate engrifarse to almost double its size. She screams again, sharp in his ears, increasing irritation. Pain is a sword which crosses from side to side. "Shut up!".

With a giant hand pinches it against the wall and the other lands on his chest, right over his heart. Angie cries even more acute and grace while running from the girl's body to his, Sam thinks he is going to explode or collapse. Grit your teeth. His whole body trembles for the torment to which he has decided to undergo. And submission. The girl's chest lights up a flare that reveals through his little heart translucent skin. She keeps screaming, twitching nerves.

"I said shut up!" He cries tambiény then a new torture whips its body in the back. Light weight is on it, their skin is torn as if it were a victim of violent lashes. Drop the girl tries to stop the attack, raising his arms to his origin. The lashes are transformed into claws that cling to the skin of her neck and neck to catch up and become the face slapping, knife that pierced his face, bleeding trigger falling over his eyes and prevent him from seeing what is happening. A snort in your ear tells you who your attacker.

"Damn cat!"

With fury reaches the animal by the neck with both hands and the next moment the cat falls His feet become a piece of burned meat.

Stunned, see what you just made. Inconsolable crying has replaced the girl screams. There it is. Concrete proof that neither the grace of an angel can change that when it has become.

has failed.

"Io ... ... Iosephus Iosepa" sobbed the girl hiccups.

Angie Sam looks in their eyes the fatigue of his spirit.

the child's cry filled his ears. Suddenly every muscle in your body has become a liability.

"I'll take you to your father," he says.

With effort, a step of old, start walking to the corner where it was before. Needs to recover to return to Angie and then ... then ... who cares what happens next. He drops to the ground. "Sorry," stammers as he tries to settle against the wall, as far as possible the body of his victim. "Angie, I'm sorry. This is not the way I ... "but does not have words to continue. "Sorry." Hunde

head in his hands as if he expected to disappear under the uncontrollable power of fucking boy king of hell. He does not realize when Angie leaves to mourn. Nor when his own tears soaking her face caught between his fingers.

"Are you crying?"

Sam does not answer. You can feel the look of the girl upon him, watching as the strange bug it is.

"I miss my dad, of course, but seating is not asking Sam a fact and can not do anything to keep you read the entrails. Listen when Angie retains the air in shock as he just made an important discovery. Then the tone changes again, "It's not your fault, Sam", and this time is full of mercy and authority. "It's not your fault." And now it is he who weeps openly shuddered from the tip of the hair of the feet, hugging himself in his corner amazed to receive the comfort that familiar things in it, the anger, the end is muted. The search and not find it, like the sound of the big city in the peace of country life. There, far away, does not reach him. Let the cry die alone, time does not seem to matter. Wait until your breathing returns to its normal pace, not daring to lift his head and see who is still in the cave and when it does, Iosephus frolics on Angie's legs, snoring loudly when she strokes her back, not a trace in your body feline tragedy before.

"How ... how did you ...? "The question died in his mouth before being able to formulate correctly. "Who are you?"

Angie Iosephus caresses the back of it immediately responds by rubbing her head against her chest.

"I do not know how I do things I do." Look at Sam bowing his head in a way that man inevitably reminds Cas. "Why did you do?"

Attacking? "Fry to Iosephus? "Betraying his brother? Which of all these dirty tricks mean? Then he realizes the irony of the answer and not wanting to laugh.

"I would not be a monster ." Angie

back at him and Sam could not tell if the child is eight or eight hundred.

"Dad thinks I look like you. I'm a monster too?

Sam swallowed hard before the blow.

"I do not think"

She fits the cat in her lap as she speaks without emotion.

"You have bad feelings. Got good too but the bad guys are nasty and powerful and really scared me. "

"You ..." stammers in a mixture of reverence for the Senora ashamed of himself. "... You can see them ... in me?"

She inspects a moment from his place, staring at him. After Iosephus leaves aside and was on all fours, in short sections, stopping to watch him carefully up to him. Without warning, Angie takes her face in her hands and continued his inspection. Sam starts, expect to feel the needles under the skin, violently pumping blood in his veins, but there is nothing like that, just something like a sunburn in contact with small hands.

"Yes, I see," he said answering his question. "They as microbes that make you smell bad. are infected. But you're a little better now . " Frown as a sign of their confusion. "I do not know how Dad does not see."

now looking puzzled is Sam.

"Why would Dean do that?"

The girl eyes roll.

"It's my dad"

"Huh? ... well ... yeah ... it took you "

Angie looks with satisfaction that a child is pequeñooa a man of limited understanding and eventually discarding his shoulders shaking matter.

"No matter. What were you trying to do? "

man deep breath before answering, caught by surprise by the turn in the conversation.

"I think you're right, I'm sick, I'm an evil desire to heal, "the notes with your finger. "Anything that's what you have ... is powerful ... as well as the power of the angels ... as Michael. Wanted to steal from you. "

"As you steal a little of it, right?".

is impossible to talk about the girl without being an open book.

"It was not my intention, it just happened " try to explain what he has not finished yet understand. "I do not know how I did it. I just ... I could not help . "

"You have powers too."

Sam hides face in shame.

"Yes," he says.

"So?"

"They are bad powers, Angie. When use darker and I slip into the dark side. I thought I could control ... but it was a hoax, I can not control shit, let alone myself. My inner rage is the only one with the command. I need grace to oppose my darkness. " Angie

bites his lip thoughtfully, in a gesture clearly absorbed his father, his eyes still fixed on Sam.

"I can help you."

The man gives a start.

"Q-what?"

"You say you need to save grace. Cas uncle says I'm full of it. " child's face is filled with a seriousness that does not correspond to their age. "I think I can give you a little bit of mine. No need to steal. "

Sam looks at her with astonishment.

"Why would you do something like that ... for me?"

"You are suffering."

"But you've done wrong."

"You're hurting, then my dad also suffers."

At the mention of his brother, under the title of father of the girl, thousands of voices in unison wake up deep in his soul claiming its rights over Dean, who is his family, not Angie, not Bobby or Cas, but YOUR family. The poison of envy is the first step to take place in the attack because she is just a stranger who has come to occupy a place that does not belong. Rabies is followed immediately throwing ideas about how easy it would lay a hand on the nuisance that has the front and end the problem forever. However, this time is like watching the choir from the place of the public. Sam can identify each of the actors voices and dismiss them as invalid. Is the infection that he told Angie and can now easily distinguish from behind the invisible wall that the grace that has already taken the child has built to protect it. Is again standing in front of the mirror, the night he gave his body to Prince of darkness, listening to her seductive argument. Sammy is the old struggle against its enemies more entrenched.

"Sam?"

girl's voice returns to the reality of the cavern. Angie again holds her face in her hands, her worried eyes focused on him. Sam closes his eyes for a moment shaking her internal chaos and a deep breath.

"But you said you did not know how to use it," he says wearily. Angie

shrinks shoulders.

"Sometimes I want something and I get it. I guess if I want to heal, will heal. "

"You make it sound easy but it could be dangerous. I'm infected, remember? What if ... I hurt you? "

" That will not happen. "

Without waiting for Sam to replicate, Angie gets up and goes to Iosephus. The animal is allowed to take, snoring with delight. The girl placed so that the cat and she was facing to face.

"Listen, Iosephus" he says very seriously. "Everything will be fine. Do not worry about me. I'll be fine. No. attacks. Sam. Do you understand? "

And the cat rubs its head against Angie's chin as close to an answer that you can ask your race. The girl let go and the animal takes a position in another corner of the cave, the less enlightened. His eyes shine like two torches in the gloom of the place. Angie lets out a sigh.

"Good", and becomes to Sam. "Let's do it." He sits on the floor, legs Indian way, claiming their backs against the wall. "Are you coming or not?"

With a hint of doubt, Sam comes up to him and settles on his knees in front of you. The girl looked confident expression. Sam reaches out to her but stops before touching it.

"If I hurt you, tell me," he warns.

"Agree"

then places his hand over the heart of the girl. Immediately, he runs a tingling arm and moves quickly to the rest of your body. Its innards are contracted and then lighten up and down in a contrasting sensations. The euphoria invades the man making him smile against her wishes. Angie shines, his chest becomes translucent again when the light reaches the corners of the cave, obscuring the lanterns. Sam watches him around, fascinated, with eyes that open only by dint of effort. See how grace continually flowing from the girl, emptying. Your body begins to glow and warmth of the memories of all their welfare cornering thoughts invade their lives to others, those who called nasty Angie, until they disappear. Not aware of when you close your eyes and let go. Feel safe, feel loved.

But then he realizes something is wrong. Open your eyes and the girl has an open mouth but no sound from it sprouts, the green of your eyes has faded until it became white and thin veins purplish mark on her neck. In a first second you do not understand what is happening and the next suffers a revelation's killing. Because she is not Michael, is an archangel full of anger but a little is not responsible for its abnormal birth. Horrified, let it go at once. The girl slid to one side. Try to catch it before hitting the ground but his body moves clumsy and unable to reach it. Feel inside then created as a wave form in the sea, the explosion of pain that accompanies the sudden interruption of grace. It also falls to the ground next to the girl, sobbing uncontrollably. Violent spasms terms of punishment against the stones of the floor for minutes that are eternal. When he finally lessen, unable to move. All you can do is look at the face of the girl across the street in the soil, hair disheveled and eyes closed.

"Angie ... ? ", Calls in anguish. "... Angie?"

She opens her eyes slowly, sleepily, and babbles:

"Are you okay?"

Sam smiles because the phrase is so Dean could well be his brother who was there tended.

"Yes, I'm fine"

And indeed so, the voices are gone, the torment in your body is negligible. If that is not healthy yet, is very close.

The girl smiles.

"Did you see? All you had to ask, "he says in an exhausted whisper.

Sam chuckles.

"Yeah, right. "Before or after Dean grind Shock me for risking your child? "

And then when the entrance of the cave explodes dust covering the place.

"What dem ..." exclaimed Sam reaches before receiving the fetid breath of the hounds of hell upon him.

"That's right, Sam. Demons. " The current figure of Meg vessel emerges from the dust and leans over him saying his hands on his knees to see better. "Hi, Sammy. Forgot to close the curtains. The brightness can be seen from Japan. " Angie turns to look his eyes are wide with terror. "I hope you left a little for us." Laughs as he straightens. "Nah, do not worry. These little things will recover quickly. "

cuffs are formed in their hands, but Sam is so weak he can not even scream.

"Leave her alone, bitch"

The demon clicks his tongue in disapproval.

"We've talked about language, Sammy." Meg makes a slight gesture with his hand and Sam feels the breath of the dog even more hell about wetting the neck. "Finally. I knew we could count on you. " Another gesture and a pair of winged monsters with unusual speed rush on the Senora away with it. Meg smiles. "Thank you, Sammy."

The hellhound roaring in the ear of man chilling the blood in the veins but the bite waiting with clenched teeth and closed eyes is less and when you look back, Meg is getting closer, anger visible on his face.

"Bite, cursed beast!" And as the animal continues only growling, turns it from a powerful kick. Then Sam leans seeking his neck with your hands. But as touching his body with them, pulls back quickly, the skin of your fingers and palms painfully shedding.

"Damn!"

you plant one, two, three kicks with rabies in the head, ribs and attacks again throwing beastly shrieks until he calms down.

"Next time, Sammy," he says. "I promise" and the next moment the place is empty.

Or almost.

crouching and walking Iosephus crestfallen to the man on the floor. Sam does not move. The animal dries her tears with her raspy tongue.

"Sorry" he says, feel the animal on his chest. "What lamento”.

 

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