Angels and Demons can’t cross over onto our plane. So, instead we get what I call half-breeds. The influence peddlers. They can only whisper in our ears. But a single word can give you courage, or turn your favorite pleasure into your worst nightmare. Those with the demon’s touch like those part angel, living alongside us. They call it the balance. I call it hypocritical bullshit. /Constantine (2005)
go to sleep, and when we wake up, imma hit that thing again.
Look, I got to do anything I can to get him back.
I’m unfamiliar with this end of the process…
"OH MY GOD I CALLED IT" —Half of the supernatural fandom right now (via originalkirk)