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[font=georgia][size=26pt]C A S T I E L .[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=black][ would you like to start, then? ]

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[font=georgia][size=26pt]C A S T I E L .[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=black][ sounds good. ]

After being sent up to heaven on numerous occasions for re-education, Castiel was a certified killing machine. Naomi had stripped away the inner recesses of his complicated celestial mind and hardwired pure war inside of his head. He had no recollection of the Winchesters themselves, and he only knew that he had met a pair of brave humans a while back. But he now found himself doing heaven's dirty work without question, which was very unlike past-him.

The seraph currently found himself sauntering down the street of a small condensed town in Ohio. It was a quaint little place, with tightly knit neighborhoods and cozy little homes lining the roads. His job was nearly finished as he flew himself into a home at the end of a block.

Within the home, a family sat cowering in the attic, a mother clutched at her two young boys, the father stood protectively at the top of the stairs with a shotgun in hand. Beside the father stood a girl who was no more than 15 years old with a small pistol in her shaking hand. The family was terrified and tears were spilling down each of the people's faces. Cas hadn't been so ruthless and uncaring in his long life, but he was practically a machine now; stoic and unforgiving.

Bullets riddled his vessel's chest, but Castiel persisted. He was making his way up the steps at a painstakingly slow pace and was prepared to have this family meet their demise. Silly humans, didn't they understand that guns had no affect on the currently-radical angel? There were only a few families left to demolish and he was preparing to wrap up his mission. He quickly pushed his fingers to the father's forehead and light spilled from his dark brown eyes before he fell to the floor. Next, he killed the young girl, then one of the young boys and finally the mother.

The only human left in the attic of the house was the other young boy. He had dark shaggy brown hair and deep icy blue eyes. He looked like a younger version of Cas's vessel but the boy couldn't be any older than 8 years old. Castiel moved towards the boy who was cowering, crying and screaming erratically in the corner of the attic. "I am sorry, boy." Cas remarked hollowly, he was not at all sorry but the human soul inside of his meat suit offered a bit of fake remorse for the young boy.

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[font=georgia][size=26pt]C A S T I E L .[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=black]Cas only reacted out of raw unadulterated instinct in that moment and he somewhat roughly grabbed the hand from his shoulder and shoved it away in one swift movement. Who was this angel to question his actions, besides he was determined to finish his job. The flame that had once burned long ago deep inside of the grace that was Castiel, had burnt out and he was cold and dead inide.

[ very low muse all of a sudden and there's not much i could really have cas do here. i've made cas a bit more dark and ruthless than i originally intended.. ]

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[font=georgia][size=26pt]C A S T I E L .[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=black]Castiel gave a menacing glare and turned towards the female angel. He really didn't have an answer to her question, as he was blindly destroying this town under Naomi's orders. "I am unaware of any crimes that this boy has committed against heaven, but it is my duty to demolish this town." He spoke in a gruff voice. Though he spoke in a somewhat monotone voice, his eyes were filled with a mixture of pain, hurt and even malice. "Allow me to finish my job, or I will be forced to bring pain upon you." He said in a fallible tone. He really wasn't going to hurt her, that would be quite an effort on his part and if she gained the upper hand in a fight, he very well may wind up dead.

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[font=georgia][size=26pt]C A S T I E L .[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][font=andale mono][color=black]Castiel bent down on one knee and did as Mariposa asked. He squinted his shining blue orbs and stared the terrified child in the eyes for a moment. There was so much pain that had accumulated in the past hour tucked away in there and he felt a twinge of guilt as he cocked his head to the side as if confused. "Yes, I can be so merciless as to force him to watch his family murdered, only to kneel him to his knees and smite him with my strain." He said as he stood back up straight. There was guilt welling up deep inside of him for the first time since he'd last seen the Winchesters and quite frankly, he hated this feeling. "It was easy for me, because I didn't think about it." He said with blind anger.

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[font=georgia][size=26pt]C A S T I E L .[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][font=andale mono][color=black]Castiel clenched his jaw so tightly a few pops were heard from his mouth; of course, he didn't feel the popping emanating from his possibly-broken jaw, as it was his vessel's body and not his own. "No, I did not think." He growled out. Suddenly, it hit him as to why he was murdering these innocent people. Naomi had threatened the Winchesters, she had threatened his Winchesters and now he was doing her dirty work. "Things that I care for very, very much were threatened. Please, just let me finish my job." He almost pleaded at this point. That last comment nearly made his grace erupt inside of him and he became angry again. "No, I don't deserve the title of angel, with all of the damn blood on his hands I should have lost my angel status years ago." He snapped a bit more angrily than he ha originally intended.

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[font=georgia][size=42pt][color=white][shadow=navy,left]✯ C A S T I E L .[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][font=andale mono][color=black]Once she realized who he was, his jaw had clenched with a tinge of guilt. How was it that he always found himself in awful situations like the one he was in now? Couldn't it have been some other angel who would have been assigned to the Winchesters in place of him? Then none of this mess would have occurred. The apocalypse would have been prevented by the much more responsible angel and the Winchesters would be constantly safe. The angels wouldn't have been locked out of heaven, and Metatron wouldn't have risen to power. He should face it, he was a failure and didn't deserve the title of seraph. No, he didn't want that. He loved the Winchesters, just as if he were a Winchester. He lowered his hands back towards his sides and gave a long sigh, then a prolonged inhale as if he were trying to breathe the humanity back into his lungs and veins. "Fine. He said simply, his crystal blue eyes boring holes into the little boys.