THE HUMAN CONDITION
WOW: glade and lost.
Big, BIG spoilers for the end of Season 8; this is my own little wish for season 9. Castiel reflects on one very important aspect of his new life.
Happy birthday Lazerwolf314. You wanted a 200-word Castiel-centric fic that's either fluffy or angsty. I am delighted to oblige - I think this is fluff rather than angst!
Disclaimer: I don't own Castiel; that trenchcoat would be the first thing to go if I did!
xxxxx
Castiel had learned a lot about being human in a very short time.
For instance, he'd learned that stubbing your toe was eye-wateringly painful, shaving was harder than it looked, morning breath made you unpopular and nothing tasted better than bacon.
He'd also learned that when you're hopelessly lost, a map and a good knowledge of swear words were essential.
He'd found out that finding some secluded glade in which to sit and meditate, reflecting on your situation was fine; but that meditation counted for absolutely squat when you accidentally sat on an anthill.
But above it all there was one, far more valuable, lesson.
He thought of the Winchesters, how they had forgiven his past mistakes; how, when he was utterly vulnerable and of no real use to them, they had still taken him in, accepted him, protected him and cared for him. They called him their friend.
Angels preached constantly about love and goodwill to all men but Castiel now knew that none of them had ever understood or experienced the miracle of friendship.
Suddenly he pitied his own kin. Now he knew it wasn't through angels or heaven that you found the path to paradise.
It was through friends.
xxxxx
end