For Sophy. I really hope you like this. This was inspired by Ed Sheeran's song "Give Me Love".
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He's your orders.
And maybe that's where it went wrong.
It's not a different sort of day. There's nothing special about it. Except for, maybe, the name Dean Winchester on your list.
By the time you get to him, you've already completed the rest of your tasks. You save him for last, as you recognize his name; his parents' love was necessary and all the other Cupids talked non-stop about it for years.
Your bow is strung and your aim is impeccable, but he turns away from the other person, the girl with an already marred soul, the girl he's supposed to fall in love with, and looks over his shoulder, as if he's looking directly at you.
You've never seen a more beautiful shade of blue than his soul. It reminds you of the color of heaven; so different than what most souls are - white, sometimes scarred with sin. The world seems to stop and the moments drag by and your breath gets stuck in your lungs. And then he turns away and you still don't fire.
Even if your father would've asked, you don't know why you didn't take the shot.
You try again the next day.
And once again, he glances in your direction as if he knows you're there, and you cannot pull the string of your bow.
As you return home, you sigh heavily. You have always done your duty, so why is this human so different?
A week has gone by and you still haven't scratched Dean Winchester from your list. And it's not like you haven't had the opportunity. You just can't bring yourself to do it.
You know your window of opportunity is limited. He's a Hunter and he never stays in one place for too long.
"Cassie."
You give a half-smile at the nickname before turning to meet the face of one of your oldest friends. A friendship you've maintained even when he joined the ranks and you did not.
"Balthazar," you greet. "Why'd you leave the Cherubim?"
He takes a seat next to you. "Oh, Cassie," he sighs as if he was expecting the question. "This doesn't have to do with the fact that it's been a week and Dean Winchester is still on your list, does it?"
You didn't expect word to travel so quickly. "I have tried. Six times," you inform him. "And every time, as I'm about to shoot, I just can't."
"You fell in love with him."
You snap your head toward your friend. "What? Impossible." Is that really how love feels, you wonder. Is it really constantly thinking of the blue of his soul?
He laughs at you. "There are plenty of us who have fallen in love with a human. Why do you think there are so many that leave? It was Fall for the human or serve our father. The question is are you willing to Fall for him?"
You consider it. Falling means losing your wings, losing your grace. Joining the ranks with Balthazar, on the other hand, will keep you away from Dean, will keep you away from the temptation of Falling. You close your eyes, decision made. That heavenly blue soul may be beautiful, but your love for your father comes first. It always has. "No."
"Then give up your bow and join the ranks."
You glance at Balthazar. "Is it really that easy?"
He laughs again, humorously. "No, not at all. But as time passes, you will forget about the one human you fell in love with."
"Are you sure about this, Castiel?"
You don't hesitate. You offer her your hand, the one with your bow equipped to. "I'm sure."
She takes it from you, and your hand feels lighter than it has in a thousand years. "I hope that you enjoyed your time as a Cherubim. You were one of the best, and I know you will make a good soldier, Castiel. But don't let me keep you. I'm sure they are waiting for you."
You leave her office wordlessly.
"Dean Winchester must be saved at all cost," Michael commands. "We cannot let him break the first seal."
It is your first mission since joining, and they aren't what you were expecting. You joined the ranks to stay away from the temptation. But now, you fight alongside your brothers and sisters tirelessly, fighting to reach the deepest part of Hell for this human - a part that no Angel has ever been to before. Oh, but you've heard of the torture that happens here; how warped the soul becomes, how they become Demons.
The room isn't what you're expecting. There are racks that line the walls with hundreds of scarred white souls hanging from them. The screams are almost deafening. You push that thought out of your mind as you scan the racks, looking for that heavenly blue soul you've only seen from one human. By the time you spot the blue soul, it is lighter than before, marred with the black stains of sin.
And you, you know that the seal has been broken.
But orders are orders and you save him anyway.