It's safe to say I care about him more then I should. Castiel maybe an ex-angel of the Lord, but he's still an angel all the same. After everything with the Whore of Babylon I know that he hates me at worse and tolerates me at best. I wish I could say that any feelings I have for him were stomped out, but they weren't.
Abomination.
What an ugly word. True in my case, but still ugly. I haven't told my brother about my feelings for the angel on his shoulder. It's for the best, I think. I can practically hear the disgusted shock in his voice.
'Man, Sammy, what is with you banging monsters?'
Castiel isn't a monster, but he's not human; and at the end of the day that's all Dean cares about. After everything, Van Nuys and Adam, Gabriel and Elysian Fields, Brady and Pestilence, I'm standing in front of Lucifer's burnt out vessel, armed with the Horseman's rings.
Lucifer:"What do you say, Samantha? A fiddle of gold against you soul says I'm better then you."
I gritted my teeth as I felt Dean go rigid next to me; knowing he'll want to back out of the plan, quickly cut him off before he open his mouth.
Me:"So he knows. Doesn't change anything and we don't have any other choice."
Closing my eyes, taking a deep breath, I said 'Yes' and everything went white.