A man comes home from a war, but the war comes home with him. A boy is dragged from a fire, but the fire’s already inside him, burning through movie nights and homemade cookies and hair that looks like sunlight. An angel falls to Earth but the stars still shine beneath his skin.
Sometimes you wonder why it is that you keep leaving your heart with people who have much heavier things to carry. But maybe they’re your heavy thing, with their wars and their fire and their stars, maybe they don’t have room inside for themselves anymore, so you have to keep them with you to keep them safe.
Is the Supernatural fandom TRYING to kill me tonight?