The Eyes That Knew Too Much
Dean remembered Castiels eyes, because they were the only one of their kind. One that could only belong to a vessel of an angel. Not just any angel. An angel that rebelled. An angel that died for him, twice. An angel who trusted in him, and at one point in time, he trusted as well, like a brother.
But those eyes were gone now, replaced by the madness and corruption of a monster.
Dean remembered how Cas' eyes changed color in the lighting and sometimes his mood. In the dark, they were navy blue, like the crashing waves on the beach at night. In the light, they were as blue as the sky on a cloudless day, perfection. And sometimes, if the light was just right, they almost melted into the whites of the angels eyes.
But now as the angel looked at him, his eyes were not any of these colors.
These new eyes were nearly coal black, only lightened slightly by the light color of Jimmy Novaks true eyes. It was as if every horrid thing had chosen an eye color to live with, it was this color. The angel the three humans in the room knew was gone, replaced by something so horrid, they dare not speak of it.
The new, blood thirsty, and corrupted God.
Dean couldn't help but think this was all of his fault. If he had just trusted him none of this would have happened. If he had just listened...
"Bow down, and profess your love onto me your Lord..." Castiel muttered darkly, the God staring deep within Dean's soul, eyes burning with madness and betrayl. Dean couldn't help but be frightened frozen to his place. "Or I shall destroy you."
How could this be the angel of Thrusday? Mr. Comatose? The nerd angel? The innocent Hamburglar?
The eyes that stared at him now were anything but innocent. The blue eyes that once showed fear at a brothel now showed no signs of remorse. The eyes in which held so much innocence and uncertainty was now polluted by millions of wicked souls, ricketing and tumbling in the being. They were no longer Castiel's. No, he was gone. These eyes you couldn't trust. These eyes would kill you in an instant without hesitation.
'I don't believe a word that's coming outta your mouth!'
'Shouldn't trust run both ways?'
The remaining blue that seemed to dye the 'God's' eyes were gone, and now burned black, the souls swimming in them made Dean sick. But now he couldn't do anything. And he came to the simple, yet gut-wrenching conclusion.
Those were not the eyes of the innocent angel.
Those were the eyes of a monster they had to kill.
Those were the eyes that knew too much.
"We ain't bowin' down or professing our love to a freakin' monster. So screw you, Cas."
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