They danced together, Silhouettes against the bleeding horizon, the dying sun kissing their skin, their breath as entwined in the cold evening as their souls had become.

One with wings

One like fire

Both ingulfed in their desires

Under heaven and hell they danced like ice and flames, with the Fiercness of wind and lightning and the swiftness of water, they moved together.

Shared Memories flashed between them, a whirlwind of emotions

Flashing places

Missing faces

Failing graces

Unspoken words singed their mouthed but they stayed silent, each enthralled by the beauty of the other

Jade and cerulean

Ebony and wheat

Ying and yang

They say opposites attract, for them it was the fundamental truth of the universe.

Their universe , one created by the purest most unconditional love in existence

The moon shines

Confined to the sky

Like souls that never die

Love forged from pain and sadness, from joy and sorrow, from seithing hatred and blinding passion

The love the angel possessed was powerful and new like the stars, created from chaos and disasters but one of the most beautiful entities in the sky

The love the human had for the angel was breathtaking an impossible love brought together by impossible circumstances one no one thought possible

After all how can an angel love a single soul over others

And how could Dean Winchester not be straight ?

Nobody reads this and for that I'm incredibly thankful, if I come back and this has views I'm going to punch someone because this is the worst content I've ever produced

Anyways -LA out motherducker