[Everything about his life is insane. Adam can't make excuses for it. It'd been insane before, when monsters had tied him down and promised to kill him slow so they could enjoy their revenge, and it hadn't stopped since.
If he can't comprehend it, he doesn't expect anyone else to. But the truth is the truth.]
[ That... was not what he was expecting to hear... He pauses, and it turns into a long pause before there's a text back. It's not that he doesn't believe him, he doesn't understand. ]
[He doesn't expect someone to take him seriously on this subject; he wouldn't, and even Dean had told him to suck it up in not so many words. Still, it's morbidly interesting to put some of this feeling into understandable sentences. Like a poet, kind of. Only instead of poetry about how awesome and wonderful angels are, he gets to put words in order and paint a picture about how the sons of bitches had utterly ruined his life.
It's almost therapeutic.]
It's not a finding Jesus thing. They're real, but they don't care about looking after people. Last I knew, they were taking over people's bodies to start the apocalypse or whatever. Least that's what happened to me.
They're hanging around here. If one wants something from you, take my advice and say no. You're better off dead. Possession's worse than that.
[Ironically, he'd never been much for oversharing over the internet before Wonderland. He's curious to see how long it'll take for the person on the other end to just stop replying, unable to swallow what Adam's feeding him.]
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[Everything about his life is insane. Adam can't make excuses for it. It'd been insane before, when monsters had tied him down and promised to kill him slow so they could enjoy their revenge, and it hadn't stopped since.
If he can't comprehend it, he doesn't expect anyone else to. But the truth is the truth.]
They're not what anybody thinks.
DO YOU HATE ME IM SO DELAYED
why? I mean why did they?
what are they like?
I CAN'T HATE YOU WHEN THERE'S ISAAC IN MY INBOX.
It's almost therapeutic.]
It's not a finding Jesus thing. They're real, but they don't care about looking after people. Last I knew, they were taking over people's bodies to start the apocalypse or whatever. Least that's what happened to me.
They're hanging around here. If one wants something from you, take my advice and say no. You're better off dead. Possession's worse than that.
[Ironically, he'd never been much for oversharing over the internet before Wonderland. He's curious to see how long it'll take for the person on the other end to just stop replying, unable to swallow what Adam's feeding him.]