If you wanted my shirt off, love, all you had to do was ask. [He smiles and turns his hand to twine his fingers with her for a moment. Then he unbuttons his shirt to show her the burn on his chest; it's vaguely wing-shaped, and healing into a scar, which is strange for him. Nothing scars a vampire.]
See. It's not so bad. She...died in my arms. I should have guessed if she really was an angel, it wouldn't go well for me. Castiel saved me.
[He puts his arm around her, his chin on top of her head.] I didn't believe in them either. At all. I wanted to, I suppose, but life seemed too strange for something as simple as religion.
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Date: 2011-06-21 08:51 pm (UTC)See. It's not so bad. She...died in my arms. I should have guessed if she really was an angel, it wouldn't go well for me. Castiel saved me.
[He puts his arm around her, his chin on top of her head.] I didn't believe in them either. At all. I wanted to, I suppose, but life seemed too strange for something as simple as religion.