A/N: Tag to 4.20, so spoilers

Castiel was pulled up to heaven for his disobedience. His disobedience was letting Dean Winchester rub off on him, and that particular influence showed itself when he received his summons and the first thought in his head was 'those dicks.'

Castiel was supposed to be a good influence on his charge, not the other way around.

So, when Castiel arrived in heaven five minutes late, a small amount of time to humans but a huge transgression for angels, his superiors were not pleased.

"Castiel," boomed an inflectionless voice from all around him, it's speaker unseen, "to the crimes of disobedience how to you plead?" That question had no right answer, Castiel was simply to submit to the voice's judgment and pray for survival.

"I give my regrets," Castiel said, dropping to his knees and bowing his head.

"As you well should," the voice boomed. "For your crimes a punishment must be enacted. Have you anything to say?"

"I do not."

That was a lie, and every soul in heaven knew it. He wanted to say that a trial with preset answers was unjust, that humans had a better hold on righteousness then the angels, but this was wrong. No matter how right it seemed, it was very wrong.

Castiel's eyes slid shut, and he prayed. Prayed for a path to follow, instructions on how to work with all of the new pieces inside him. He had already felt Wrath.

(Uriel who had thought himself better than the Almighty that had given him life and killed his brothers, his allies in a war against all they hated, killed his family like bugs humans squished underfoot and had the audacity to call himself righteous)

And Envy.

(Iofiel, who'd Fell, who'd become Anna and only Anna, the graceful graceless one and felt everything, had spent years with emotions and sex and chocolate cake and lived without this confusion, without this pain and had gotten away with her grace and all those memories that Castiel would never have)

And Lust.

(Dean Winchester, arrogant disrespectful Dean Winchester calling him by that infuriating abbreviation, Cas not Castiel, not anymore, then everyone was calling him that, but the only lips he would not smite were Dean's)

And it could only get worse.

Fix me, I am broken, he prayed.

The voice complied, breaking him anew and guiding the pieces into place.