11-28-2011, 11:38 AM
Castiel was up and about, not wanting to stay laying around; though given she'd taken on Diego's migraine, much of her "up and about" was spent holding a pillow over her face when the lights were too bright or the sounds were too loud.
I stare at the girl in the mirror: T-shirt, torn up jeans, no beauty queen.
But the way that you see me, you get underneath me, and all my defenses just fall away, fall away.
I am beautiful with you, even in the darkest part of me. I am beautiful with you;
Make it feel the way it's supposed to be!
You're here with me: Just show me this and I'll believe I am beautiful with you!