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Dean would not rest until he found him again. That voice, so sad and empty whispered into his mind whenever he slept, singing out to him. He knew that voice, remembered the soft words and pearls of laughter it once held when they were young. They were so care free, playing in the garden of his home, basking in the sunlight without a thought of the world.

That was till ‘they’ came and took him away. Dean watched his best friend be taken from his family in the dead of night, hearing his friends voice call out for his mother. Dean watched from his bedroom window as his friend sobbed, reaching for his parents whom were held behind their front door by guards, their voices crying out for their son’s return.

Dean looked at the main dressed in white robes, watching him brush the golden cross upon his chest before closing the door to the carriage, silencing his friends screaming. He spoke not one word but turned and climbed onto the riding seat, taking the reins of his horse’s to leave. Dean moved then, busting out of his room, down the hall past his shocked still parents and out the door, rushing as fast at his little legs could down the dirt road, following the bumping carriage, his voice calling out his friends name.

The priests took his friend and hid him away, a fate following the new Diva, to sing to the monsters of the world, keeping them asleep, keeping them within the earth. Dean would not let his friend suffer a Diva’s death, to sing onto those spirits until they grew bored of his voice and did away with him. Some say they take control the Diva’s body and make them perform the most brutal acts of suicide. Some say they simply surround the Diva and cut them down, slicing the Diva piece by piece until their blood ran cold and still.

Dean would not let them have his friend. Plucking his sword from the ground, he moved forward, his little bother hot on his trail with his maps in hand, ready to point the way.

The way to The New Diva, Castiel.

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I dont know why.. I just watched the vid, listen to the song and went, ‘.. I wannt draw Destiel’ and BAM. There!…

-itches cheek- You have to read Dean’s song from the ground up. Yeah.. sorry about that.

Check out the Vid, the art is awesome and the song is catchy!

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Dean would not rest until he found him again. That voice, so sad and empty whispered into his mind whenever he slept, singing out to him. He knew that voice, remembered the soft words and pearls of laughter it once held when they were young. They were so care free, playing in the garden of his home, basking in the sunlight without a thought of the world.

That was till ‘they’ came and took him away. Dean watched his best friend be taken from his family in the dead of night, hearing his friends voice call out for his mother. Dean watched from his bedroom window as his friend sobbed, reaching for his parents whom were held behind their front door by guards, their voices crying out for their son’s return.

Dean looked at the main dressed in white robes, watching him brush the golden cross upon his chest before closing the door to the carriage, silencing his friends screaming. He spoke not one word but turned and climbed onto the riding seat, taking the reins of his horse’s to leave. Dean moved then, busting out of his room, down the hall past his shocked still parents and out the door, rushing as fast at his little legs could down the dirt road, following the bumping carriage, his voice calling out his friends name.

The priests took his friend and hid him away, a fate following the new Diva, to sing to the monsters of the world, keeping them asleep, keeping them within the earth. Dean would not let his friend suffer a Diva’s death, to sing onto those spirits until they grew bored of his voice and did away with him. Some say they take control the Diva’s body and make them perform the most brutal acts of suicide. Some say they simply surround the Diva and cut them down, slicing the Diva piece by piece until their blood ran cold and still.

Dean would not let them have his friend. Plucking his sword from the ground, he moved forward, his little bother hot on his trail with his maps in hand, ready to point the way.

The way to The New Diva, Castiel.

————

I dont know why.. I just watched the vid, listen to the song and went, ‘.. I wannt draw Destiel’ and BAM. There!…

-itches cheek- You have to read Dean’s song from the ground up. Yeah.. sorry about that.

Check out the Vid, the art is awesome and the song is catchy!

[link]