I liked the Neanderthals' poetry. It was in perfect tune with the spheres. [ he sighs, wistful as he admits this. another thing that's passed into the annals of time, like the synapsids and the ancient archosaurs. ] There was cross-breeding, of course. So they aren't completely gone.

[ only mostly. castiel takes a sip from his wine glass and stares down into the swirling contents, the same dark purple as fresh blood. ]

I... don't know what to do.