Castiel Praying
So I've been really into Supernatural for a few months now, particularly Dean/Castiel. =^_^= Maybe one day I'll get around to writing a manifesto for them or something. Who ever thought? There are actually people who write essays for fun.
Well, anyway, what I want to ramble about today is more about Castiel and how he would act when getting completely whumped. So I've read a lot of fics, and a good chunk of those involved Cas getting whumped in some form or another. I...don't really enjoy them very much. Well, that's not fair, it depends on multiple factors. But generally, I don't like the prospect. Something that always erks me about them is how Castiel is depicted when he's in pain. Mostly, I read him screaming, crying, begging, pleading for God/his brothers/Dean to come save him while Alastair/Lucifer/miscellaneous demons torture the bloody hell out of him. Okay, so I guess I can see where the authors are coming from. I mean, yeah, as an angel, Castiel has probably never experienced physical pain before. So when it actually hits him, it would be too much for anyone to handle, and he'd most likely be reduced to a poor, whimpering mess. But still, the whole thing just doesn't settle well with me.
Maybe I watch too many Chinese movies, particularly those involving monks. They're generally not soldiers or even physically strong, but in the face of agony and torment, they're depicted as resolute, calm and serene despite their bodies screaming. I don't know much about Christian history, but I've heard a few stories of people with similar conviction. So I guess, that's also my image of Castiel. When his faith is being tested, pushed to the limit, I don't see him breaking. I see him stoic, steady, and strong. I recently read a fic where Castiel is trapped inside of some sort of box forged in Hell, so it instantly burns him everywhere he touches. He tried so hard to be strong, but he still yelped and cringed with every step. What I wanted to see was him kneeling on the scorching floor, his knees, shins, and feet burnt black and bloody, and with steady breath, pray. Yes, that is how I envision Castiel: strong of will, calm of mind, and unshakable in spirit.
Now I'm a little obsessed with the image of Castiel praying. I think that would just be breathtakingly beautiful. There are at least two fic ideas swirling inside my head with Castiel praying. I might try to write them...
Well, anyway, what I want to ramble about today is more about Castiel and how he would act when getting completely whumped. So I've read a lot of fics, and a good chunk of those involved Cas getting whumped in some form or another. I...don't really enjoy them very much. Well, that's not fair, it depends on multiple factors. But generally, I don't like the prospect. Something that always erks me about them is how Castiel is depicted when he's in pain. Mostly, I read him screaming, crying, begging, pleading for God/his brothers/Dean to come save him while Alastair/Lucifer/miscellaneous demons torture the bloody hell out of him. Okay, so I guess I can see where the authors are coming from. I mean, yeah, as an angel, Castiel has probably never experienced physical pain before. So when it actually hits him, it would be too much for anyone to handle, and he'd most likely be reduced to a poor, whimpering mess. But still, the whole thing just doesn't settle well with me.
Maybe I watch too many Chinese movies, particularly those involving monks. They're generally not soldiers or even physically strong, but in the face of agony and torment, they're depicted as resolute, calm and serene despite their bodies screaming. I don't know much about Christian history, but I've heard a few stories of people with similar conviction. So I guess, that's also my image of Castiel. When his faith is being tested, pushed to the limit, I don't see him breaking. I see him stoic, steady, and strong. I recently read a fic where Castiel is trapped inside of some sort of box forged in Hell, so it instantly burns him everywhere he touches. He tried so hard to be strong, but he still yelped and cringed with every step. What I wanted to see was him kneeling on the scorching floor, his knees, shins, and feet burnt black and bloody, and with steady breath, pray. Yes, that is how I envision Castiel: strong of will, calm of mind, and unshakable in spirit.
Now I'm a little obsessed with the image of Castiel praying. I think that would just be breathtakingly beautiful. There are at least two fic ideas swirling inside my head with Castiel praying. I might try to write them...