Corrrin

Dean reached for his gun, which slid to the tips of his fingers as he thought, “This is it- I’ve got this son of a bi-” But he was too late. The knife clicked against the wall behind him and through his chest.     [And the blood will dry underneath my nails]   Metatron’s hand that’s wrapped around the handle pulls away before he can feel the pounding of Dean’s heart. Dean hears Sam’s “No!” as white noise   [And the wind will rise up to fill my sails]   And all he can think of is how much he has grown. He was just a young college kid yesterday, and now he’s

Hello, my name is Christa  I am pretty new to this, so I apologize in advance for not uploading often. I only draw with pencils and/or paint. I haven't gotten into digital art yet, although I'd love to. I am going to be uploading a few of my paintings I'm interested in selling really soon. Thank you for the views & favorites. xo