Seraphim

Don't read if you haven't seen all of season six.

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Castiel proclaims himself the new god. All will bow before him or feel his wrath. Well, daddy dearest isn't too happy and now dad sends the oldest of all his sons to give Castiel a taste of what humanity is really about. Disregards the events of Season 7 Destiel bromance to romance

PROLOGUE: CASTIEL'S PUNISHMENT

Castiel loomed over them. Bobby, Sam, and Dean felt a fear that they never felt before. They are frightened by him. I can tell.

"Castiel," I say. My voice is gentle, but the effect is the same. Castiel's eyes widen and he looks around, his face unreadable as ever, but I can tell he's afraid. "Castiel, what are you doing?"

"Who are you?"

"I am your father."

He's afraid, like a child who has done something horribly wrong. And knows it. "Where have you been?" he asks. The Winchester brothers and Bobby are still afraid, and they're more afraid now that I am here. "Why have you abandoned us?"

My heart aches, as it always does, when my children ask me this.

"I never left," I say. "I heard every word you have prayed, every word you have uttered, and thought. Castiel, my son, I allowed this to go as far as allowable. What you are doing now is intolerable. You cannot and will not take my place."

"WATCH ME!"

I knew this could happen, and I allowed it anyway. I appear before them, dressed in ragged jeans, a plaid shirt and a patched up jean jacket. The holes in my wrists itch a little for what I must now do.

"Brother," Castiel said. "You come here to defy me as Father has?"

"Cas, I had high hopes for you. I thought you of all your brothers and sisters would be most understanding of what I stand for."

"What are you talking about, Brother?"

"Hey, hey, hey, who the hell are you?" Dean asks, his curiosity getting the better of him.

"I'm known best as Jesus."

"The Jesus? Jesus Christ?" Sam asks.

"Yes, that is my name. One of them, anyway."

"Well, we're officially screwed," Bobby muttered.

"No, actually, you're not. Can't say the same for Cas though."

"You have no power over me, Brother," Castiel growled. "I am God now."

"No, you're not," I snap back. "Castiel, you have no sense of wisdom. You have power, but not love or mercy. At the moment, you are just some nuclear reactor waiting to explode!"

"Then why didn't you stop the Apocalypse?"

"I have the ability to be omnipotent, but I chose not to be. Trapping Mike wasn't supposed to happen, but that's okay, things like this happen all the time. It's not a setback."

"So you're going to put everything back in its proper place?'

"No, I'm not. It will happen again. Eventually. And hopefully no one will try to stop it again. It's meant to happen. So it will happen, but when it is supposed to. Not realizing that the time was right was my mistake. But Cas," I turn back to Castiel. He raises his hand and snaps his fingers. I raise an eyebrow. He tries again. I sigh and approach him, backing him against the wall. He's frightened. Though this makes me sad, I touch his forehead none the less.

A bright light fills the room. Everyone except for me closes his eyes. Castiel screams as I pull the souls out of his body and send them back into purgatory. He slumps to the ground after the light dies and passes out.

"That should do it," I say. "Sam, Dean, give him the benefit of the doubt. He has no idea what it is he did. He's still very much a child."

"What did you do to him?" Sam asked.

"I turned him into a human. He has everything that you have. Besides, on a level, this is what he really wanted. I'll check in now and again." I prepare to leave

"Wait. Wait!" Dean shouted. I look at him again. "You can't just dump this on us, you son of a bitch. You have a lot of questions to answer and I'm not letting you go until—"

"Dean, what I do in my spare time is none of your business. But I'm here and I listen and if you think I'm not listening or doing something about it, then I suggest you get that plank out of your eye and the beeswax out of your ears. Because all I ever hear from a lot of people is a bunch of shit that I cannot be bothered with. Take care of Cas or don't. It's your call. I'll be around if you need me."

With that, I vanish from their sight.

Dean and Sam jump at Cas, trying to wake him up.

He won't wake up. Not yet. It may be a while until he is able to do so. His vessel, now his body, will need to readjust to human needs.

Dean hoists Cas into his arms, carrying him out of the warehouse and to his damaged Impala. I watch them call a tow truck and I watch them wait, trying to wake Cas. They give up as they wait. When the tow truck comes, they put Cas inside while Bobby talks to the serviceman.

I turn away from them, looking at the sky, arms crossed and thinking.

Leaving Heaven may have been a mistake. I had overestimated my sons. This will seem like a punishment to him. But he will learn that I don't punish my children without good reason. I wouldn't be a good father if I did, would I?

ONE

My memory is a blank slate. But only for a moment. When I open my eyes, I'm in Bobby's panic room. I try to sit up. My wrists are cuffed to the bed.

"How're you feeling?"

I look to the right. Dean is sitting on the table, his arms crossed over his chest. "Sore. Why am I cuffed to the bed? What happened?"

"It's a precaution," he said. "What do you remember?"

I stared at the ceiling, watching the fan circle clockwise. "I remember taking in souls from purgatory."

"And?"

"That's all. Did something go wrong?"

"Well, if by going wrong you mean you succeeded, then yes. You claimed yourself to be God. You're dad showed up after that and knocked you out after deactivating you. Honestly, I'm still wrapping my head around that your dad's Jesus."

"Jesus is my oldest brother, whom we call 'our Brother'. He's not my dad."

"Cas, he's both your brother and your dad."

"That's not possible."

"Sam and Bobby read up what they could. It's some weird thing called the Trinity. Supposedly, it's like God has three different personalities. There's the Dad, the Son, and the Spirit." He rubbed his forehead with his pointer finger and thumb, pinching the skin together. "Just thinking about makes my head hurt. Damn, why does all this god and angel stuff have to be so complicated?"

I don't understand what he means by complicated. I'm still trying to make sense that all this time, my Brother was Father and the other way around. The inside of my skull began to throb, causing a dull pain. "Dean, my head hurts."

"Are you going to go all crazy on me or can I let you up?"

"I won't go 'all crazy.' You can let me up."

Dean grabbed a pair of keys off the desk and walked to my side. The cuff's grip slackened and I sat up, rubbing the feeling of the steel off my skin.

My stomach let out a loud growl and I stared down at it, perplexed. I have no need to eat, and I know that this sound signals a need to eat.

"Come on," Dean said, slapping my shoulder. "We ordered pizza."

Dean and I walked up the stairs to Bobby's living room. Sam met up with us carrying two large boxes.

"Hey, Cas," he said, "how are you feeling?"

My stomach growled again. "I think the growling in my stomach means I'm hungry."

"You know you could just say hungry," Sam said, smiling. I may be wrong, but I think Sam is mocking me mentally.

"I'm more concerned that I am hungry. The last time I was hungry I ate almost…how many hamburgers?"

Dean and Sam exchanged glances.

"I don't think you have to worry about that, Cas. Though, binging that much could cause trouble next time. People have died eating like that."

"Then why bother eating if there is a possibility of dying? I'm still worried about why I want to eat."

"You didn't tell him?" Sam asked Dean haughtily.

"I told him." Dean said, defensively.

"Did you actually say, 'Cas, God made you human'?"

Dean remained silent. I feel cold and my spine tingles unpleasantly. I thought I was just "deactivated." But it makes sense.

The Winchesters look at me, I see fear in their eyes.

"We told you to tell him straight," Bobby snapped at Dean. "Idjit," he muttered under his breath, pulling beer out of the refrigerator. My vision swam. My stomach was doing flips. My legs feel wobbly. Everything went black.

When everything came back, I was in a chair.

"Cas, eat. Now," Sam snapped, handing me a tall glass filled with clear liquid, "and here's some water. Little sips." I ignored Sam's advice and swallowed three large gulps. My stomach did not like it. "Little sips, Cas! Jeez." Sam snapped, after I set the glass down and doubled over, clutching my empty stomach. Sam rubbed my back. "You'll be fine in a bit. Relax."

"Why d'you think he fainted?" Dean asked.

"Malnourishment and dehydration mingled with shock, probably," Sam answered. "It'd happen to me, I'm sure, if I was an angel-turned-human." After a few minutes, I was able to sit up again and this time, sipped the water.

"Why did God turn me into a human?"

"Well, I think trying to take his place was one reason, but he said something about how it was what you really wanted," Sam suggested.

"Why would I want to be a human? Humans have all these unnecessary functions and emotions that hinder their better judgment."

"Yeah, well, angels aren't exactly all fun and games either." Bobby said. He sounded a little annoyed. I felt a twinge of something that may be guilt. I took a plate and a triangular slice of the pizza. I believe it's called a supreme pizza, based on how many vegetables and bits of sausages covering the cheese. I took a small bite and chew, avoiding Bobby's eyes.

I never noticed how scary he really was. But maybe because I'm human now, I'm noticing things I never thought to be important before.

"Relax, Cas," Dean said, "He's just giving you a hard time."

I look up. "He is?"

"Yes."

"Oh." I return to my pizza, eating slowly, concentrating on each bite. I don't know if I'll ever get used to being human. The thought is ludicrous. I know I'm not asleep, but I wish I was. Because if so, then this is a dream. And people wake up from dreams. Most of the time.

I don't know what to expect next. Now that I'm eating, I will be doing other human things, like sleeping and going to the bathroom and all those annoying rituals humans do for the sake of…something.

I'm not sure I like being human.

This is a trial run for this story. I'll leave these two chapters up for the first few days (about a month), and if people want to read more, just say keep or, if it's not catching any interest, say not keep.

Be aware that though this is a slash fic, it will be heavily theological at times and I'm doing my best to keep all the characters in character.