A Twist of the Blade

You can be afraid, and you’re allowed to feel stuck…you just can’t stay there. You have to keep going until you see what’s on the other side of that fear.

pain eventually ends, one way or another, she used to say. Either it heals, or it scars over and makes you tough enough to not notice it anymore.

In this lifetime and in every other.

All he knew for certain was that he had fallen in love with her twice now.

Family is not always blood, and blood is not always family.

Cas’s reply was quick: “Love is not weakness.” “I think you’re mistaken, little mortal.” “And I think you’re kind of a bitch, middle goddess.

It wasn’t all lies, was it? Everything that happened between us?” He stared at her. Hesitated so long that the waiting caused an actual, physical pain in her chest. Then he finally said: “No, Thorn. It wasn’t.

A feeling of resilience abounded, but it was difficult to acknowledge such a thing without being aware of the darkness that had preceded it.

pain is not a competition. Everyone has their own battles. Their different hells. Different demons. And you don’t have to apologize for the things that hurt you, as I said, or for what you have to do to survive these things—not to me or to anyone else.

So stop being so...dark and broody.

She didn´t want to be in awe of him.