The writer
A girl lost in translation. Cinema lover, currently crushed on Godard. Worst temper than Mr. Darcy's. Too concerned with politics and philosophy for a medical student. Left wing. Name a western and I'll tell you the story. ♥
Castiel: (to Meg) You seem pleased. Meg: We’re gonna win. Can you feel it? You cloud-hopping pansies lost the whole damn universe. Lucifer’s gonna take over Heaven. We’re going to Heaven, Clarence! Castiel: (smiles slightly) Strange. Because I heard a different theory from a demon named Crowley. Meg: (her smile vanishes) You don’t know Crowley. Castiel: He believes that Lucifer is just using demons to achieve an end. And that once he does... he’ll destroy you all. Meg: You’re wrong! Lucifer is the father of our race. Our creator. Your God may be a deadbeat, but mine – mine walks the Earth. (the pipe falls, knocking Meg into the circle. Castiel puts his hand on her forehead but nothing happens. She laughs) Meg: You can’t gank demons, can you? You’re cut off from the home office, and you ain’t got the juice. So what can you do, you impotent sap? Castiel: I can do this! (he throws her into the circle of fire and steps out over her)