ˢᵉˡᶠ⁻ʰᵃᵗⁱⁿᵍ𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝒐𝒇 𝐓͟𝐡͟𝐮͟𝐫͟𝐬͟𝐝͟𝐚͟𝐲

𓂋 all the 𝖘𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖗𝖘 are the same. we're 𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 then we 𝒐𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆. that's how it was written 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕.

don't worry yourself. i'm going.

i just think you're being ridiculous.

the blame all lands on me. isobel acts on my orders.

isobel is not to blame for the heinous actions you chose to partake in over a petty little alcohol spillage.

is that what 𝒚𝒐𝒖 want dean? someone to submit to? ( his brow arched, head angling to the side ) heaven and the angels are my main concern, yes. protecting your family a secondary concern.

no dean. i can't say you're a demon i enjoy being around for any length of time. my concerns are focused elsewhere, luckily for you.

her relationship with sam is under review. i'm sure she had good reason for exploding your beer. if she felt threatened perhaps? you should choose who you sin with more carefully, dean.

isobel doesn't particularly care for you, she just follows orders. sam and millie want their brother back. you seem to be heavily leaning into the sins of sloth and lust.

it's good to see you too, dean.

you're always annoyed these days.

headache of celestial proportions.

i'll be watching.

even if i am inclined to let this slide, is sam going to?

settling for a life of slaughter and bloodshed, you will never know a day of peace.

don't threaten me, dean. it won't bode well for you in the end. i assume you've broken away from them all to go down the road of ruin on your own?

who will face your wrath first, dean? your brother? your father? your best friend?

except watch the world fall under the curse you bear on your arm.

says the righteous man.

then i can only assume you're now one of hells abominations. my plate overflows.