MurderHis brother’s name was Meriel and like him, he was a soldier. In his true form, Meriel was no different from any other angel of their rank, fiery, powerful, a soldier of light. His vessel was a middle aged man, older than Jimmy but taller and heavier. Castiel did not know him personally. He knew him now ( Read more... )

GloryThe light from the archangels was blinding now. Chuck had long since fled to his basement with bottles of booze in hand. The Prophet was not made for battle. Luke hadn’t been either. Castiel was on his own in the Prophet’s kitchen. He was only here to buy time for Dean. He didn’t need anyone by his side to sacrifice himself. After all, he was ( Read more... )

On The RoadIn a small diner, in a small down somewhere in middle-America Castiel found peace. He had come for pie, so peace was an unexpected but much needed discovery. His existence was filled with running and researching. In between escaping his brothers, he was trying to find something to mask Dean and Sam. He had so far found temporary ( Read more... )

The ends justify the means.

( Spoiler Warning )

Without
[ooc: Spoilers for 4.20 The Rapture]They took something from him. Castiel doesn’t know what but he knows something is missing. He looks back on his time before his brothers came and pulled him back into Heaven like someone else would look at a blank wall. That time is there but it has no significance to Castiel. It just is, like everything ( Read more... )

Spoilers for 4.19 Jump the Shark!
[ooc: Not binding on any Dean muse that Cas knows.]

( You're such a dick. )

Title: A question of Modesty
Requested By: hottestpsychic
Prompt: Naked!Castiel
Rating: PG
Author's Note: The hardest thing about this was coming up for an innocent reason why Castiel would be naked around Pam. Seriously, I almost gave up and just skipped right to the angel!porn. But, no, I decided to be funny instead ( Read more... )

TruthI always try to speak the truth ( Read more... )

Novice“You’re young, Castiel.” Uriel said, looking at him with some distaste. “You’ll understand eventually ( Read more... )

ScreamThe voices of the people I’ve killed echo in my ears. The screams of blasphemers, pagans, and demons. The screams of fathers, mothers, and children. They’re all there, carried on the winds, carried in the memories of a thousand human lifetimes. They live in the back of mind, along with eyes wide with fear, mouths open to draw one last breath ( Read more... )