So i haven't commented on your other two stories 'cause life thought it would be fun to serve me up a shit-storm of drama and challenges, BUT i can't let it go another day without saying - wow.

especially this: ' His Grace is hardening within him, leeching from his limbs to pool at his core, everything heavy and cold. '

and this ' "Castiel!" It echoes across the battlefield once called Chicago, the second syllable ringing desperately amid the graveyard of fallen skyscrapers and steel spires. It used to be such a magnificent tribute to human progress, their buildings and imaginations soaring to reach even Heaven. '

i don't even need to receive presents under the tree this year - a fic a day from you is more than enough to sustain me 'til next year!