Plot: Castiel has fallen yet again but this time it may possibly be for good. Being human and susceptible to all human vulnerabilities and weaknesses leave Cas to fend for himself until stumbling across the Winchesters in a hunt, quite literally. It seems that the ex-angels luck has changed since Sam and Dean had just rescued him from being murdered by his once-own-kind. Now that they're altogether again, the blue eyed man has looked up to Dean for guidance, advice and help in all the mortal necessities.
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I awoke that morning in the turmoil of a cold sweat, my clothing riding high and the fabric around entwined my body, snaring me as those wretched days in hell had done to me. It had eaten at my sanity and hope in all ways possible. That is until this brilliant let descended upon me from a brink in the crimson void that had engulfed my sanity for forty-years, which was equivalent to four petty months on Earth. Time there had flowed differently, long dreaded hours as hell picks away at your emotions until you give in to provoke dark deeds. I had been trained in the art of torture by Alistair and I would say this to another soul, but I liked it. Liked seeing my victims pain as they were striped of their flesh to leave the interior muscles exposed to my cruelty. I had began to become a monster.. A monster that always resided within me.
I remembered how the light had enveloped me in an embrace, and then were flew towards the break of dawn in the ceiling, a light I yearned to see again. I remembered the beings beauty and utter radiance, and how I didn't want to let go, even when I was set into my own physical body once again. That being had been my saviour, and I was drawn to them for a reason I cannot explain. I suppose It could have been by the bond we had been tethered to when their hand had seared itself into my flesh, branding me, claiming me for themselves but now.. That saviour is somewhere I do not know, and worst case - absolutely heart-breaking, worst - that he was dead. Yes.. The one that had rescued me from hell, had been an angel, an angel named Castiel. Sure he did some pretty bad things, but I'm not exactly squeaky-clean either.
I shrug off the comparison, allowing a shiver to course through my body before slipping my feet off the edges of the bed. I had this uneasy feeling about a case we had apparently solved the other day. We believed it to be an angelic-related, but when we got there we discovered it had been some weird, f*ck*d up creature that just so happened to be able to liquefy peoples insides. Though Sam had let it go, I had not because the eyes were burnt out, just as an angel would do when using their mojo.
I run a hand through my sleek, chestnut-brown hair and let a breath pass through my lips. What was I so worried about? A flat chuckle fills my mouth, but I know it's fake. I guess that's just what I do when it comes to emotional sensitivity.
Running a hand down the length of my face, a flash outside catches my attention and as I look up to eye the escalating storm, rain thundering against het motel-rooms window my breath is suddenly lost, and I nearly choke on my own spit to who was standing there.
Cas? I think aloud, pressing eager steps as quick as I could towards the fading glow, but as I approach there's another glow of light and he's gone.. Emotion clutches at my chest, but I angrily force it back. Why was I so worried about him? I can't help but question myself, but dismiss the foreign ordeals simply with a shake of my head. I needed to move on, to believe that Cas hadn't made it when the angels fell, but I couldn't. Sam wanted me to open up and talk about it, but I just denied my sympathies and waved him off.
Maybe I had taken the guy a little bit for granted. I mean, I only called when we needed help. For Christ sakes, I couldn't even ask if the dude wanted to have a couple cold ones with us for no good reason, or even after a hunt! I was a mess, a sappy mess that I would deny in a heartbeat. Everyone knew better though, but they all kept quiet. Closing my emerald-cores I take in a sharp inhale of breath, scoop up my keys and trek my sluggish form over to Sam's bedside, drool slipping out of his parted mouth. I frown and shake to wake him up,
"Sammy! Wake up." He growls as a warning but no way in hell was sleeping-beauty here going to prevail, "Seriously get up!"
In about ten minutes, we're on the road driving at roughly ninety miles an hour on a fifty MPH highway, and every now and again Sam would tell me to slow down, but I couldn't shake this feeling in my chest.. This feeling that I felt that, Cas was in trouble..