SPN confessions!

Cas and Alexia arrived at a townhouse. The mailbox said ‘Mr. and Mrs. Moore’ Cas frowned. “Are you sure this is where you live?”
“Of course” Alexia laughed. “I know where I live” She walked to the front door, but she didn’t have to ring or knock. The door was already opened and Gerard came outside.
“Hi, kiddo” he said and he lifted Alexia in his arms. He looked at Cas, not very pleased. “Thanks for bringing her back”
“Why wouldn’t I bring her back?” Cas wondered.
Gerard shrugged as he walked in Cas’ directions. “I don’t know” he said. “All I know is that...

I remember the smell as I walked into the sick room, we call it that, but it’s more correctly a war casualties room, it smelt like cauterized flesh, and feces, no matter how hard we scrubbed it, it still withheld the scent, poor Judy had stay in there, she was the one that had to tend the wounded, but she did it brilliantly, she was the type of women that would make you glad that you were hurt, just so you could lie there and stare at her the whole time, she had waist length honey colored hair, that she pulled up into a bun, her waist was slim, and the rest of her was equally petit, she is...