
Castiel: And we ripped up the ending, and the rules, and destiny, leaving nothing but freedom and choice. Which is all well and good, except… well, what if I’ve made the wrong choice? How am I supposed to know? I’m getting ahead of myself. Let me tell you my story. Let me tell you everything.
(via homoerotics)
How do I know what side I’m on? Breathe. A captive with nothing but the thoughts engraved in my skin. I don’t belong...