❝┊misdiirection

it’s hardly the end of the world; a broken glass doesn’t
spell disaster, cleaned up and replaced easily enough,
but that’s not stopping him from slumping down onto to
floor, head in hands like he’s made some unfixable mistake.

       ‘    you don’t need to be so –—devastated
 over a broken glass. there are plenty 

    voice was low as he spoke, soft and aspiring the soothing effect
 of that of a father. it was sometimes the only thing to calm one
    down. he knew. and with a glass jar in his hands, castiel
      approached the man until holding the object out for him to take.

            sometimes, another chance was the best one
     could offer someone.