Hello all. this idea came to me on the bus on the way home. I hope you like it.
Enjoy.
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Castiel starred out of the window, not looking at what was in front of him. He was thinking. He had taken a man from his family and made him into a killer. He could never return his vessel to his family, not like Hannah had. Jimmy Novak, not his vessel he remembered. He had not thought of the man once throughout his whole inhabitation of his body, not until now anyway. Had just taken it as his right as an angel to take a vessel. He remembered reasoning with Dean that Jimmy had prayed for this, asked for it when he questioned him. And he had, not once but twice, though the second time he had done so to save his daughter. That was something that Castiel never truly understood though he thought that Dean could have explained it to him if he had ever bothered to ask. But he didn't and since taking him he never thought of Jimmy again. Now all he can see is the articles he found when searching his vessels name. The missing reports and the criminal reports. The reports of Jimmy Novak being a crazy serial killer. But it wasn't Jimmy that was all him, Castiel angel of the lord. How could he be so sure that what he was doing was right when he had lost sight of their true purpose? Hanna had been right. They were here to protect humanity not use it like he had spent the last seven years doing. He needed to complete the mission but he no longer knew if it was the right thing to do. He no longer new which was the correct path to walk and there was no one he could ask. He picked up his phone to make the call to the only person who could help him but be hesitated. Things had changed since then, since all of this started. Maybe he would have called Dean once but too much had happened and too much had changed. He no longer knew what to do, so he did the only thing he could, he started his car and drove. He had a mission to complete and if there was one thing he knew how to do as an angel it was complete the mission.
Dean sat at the bar staring into his drink. He knew that what he had said to Cole was the truth, even if he had told Sam that it was not. He did feel it every minute of every day. The edges of the darkness, the demon still inside him, craving the kill. The marks calls out for it, screaming in his head and it will never leave. He remembered every single person he killed and he knew that he would remember their names and faces for the rest of his life. He sees them when he closes his eyes not only them but the souls he tortured and he knows deep down one of these days they will come back for him and he will die yet again. Though now he can't die. Next time he does he will turn back into the knight of hell. When he was a demon he remember hell differently, a symphony of screams he could go to to appease the beast within. He could hear the voices in his head and he loved it, called for them to come to him and now he can't drown them out no matter how hard he tries. He needed to talk to someone but Sam would never understand, nor could he put that on his brother. He pulled out his phone ready to make the call but hesitates Cas had his own troubles and he was with Hannah now trying to fix heaven, he didn't need to hear Deans whining. Though these thoughts where all true he knew that they were not the real reason he didn't pick up his phone. Things had changed, to much had happened for him and Cas to be as they once were. With that thought he returned his phone to his pocket. Put on his fake smile and turned to his brother who had just gained them money from hustling. He had the family business and that would have to be enough.