Oh man, I loved *everything* about the encounter with the angel, especially the way you described it: Feel it: unliving, undying...immense. Crammed down into the form of a slight, dark-eyed androgyne. It was like standing under a pylon, bone-deep hum of power that rang through Sam's body and put his teeth on edge. Beside him Dean all but growled, pushing his shoulder into Sam's.
I loved Dean at Sam's shoulder and the angel brushing his cheek and Dean looking bewildered and young. Also liked the underlying thought you've put into this about angels and demons and the blood and Sam's power. I'm often kind of "eh" about the mythos of how this angels and demons stuff works in SPN, but the angel's explanation of it here is wonderful and meaningful.
And of course, this wonderful line: "You have your sword, warrior. Trust it."
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I loved Dean at Sam's shoulder and the angel brushing his cheek and Dean looking bewildered and young. Also liked the underlying thought you've put into this about angels and demons and the blood and Sam's power. I'm often kind of "eh" about the mythos of how this angels and demons stuff works in SPN, but the angel's explanation of it here is wonderful and meaningful.
And of course, this wonderful line:
"You have your sword, warrior. Trust it."