Okay going to go kill myself now thank.
*Yes, I understand Castiel may NOT feel guilty of these events, but just go with it
Castiel knew they weren't who they said they were. But they came out at him, clawing and biting and shredding every last bit of sanity he had.
He sat quietly by a stream, shivering. He had never been cold before, and the soaked clothes that stuck to his skin didn't help.
"This is all you're fault, Cas," Dean's voice hit him like a rock, making the air seem even colder than it was. "I'm stuck in fucking Purgatory…with you."
"I am sorry," He didn't know how many times he'd said those three words, just that they were the only things he could say.
"Sorry? You're sorry?" Dean paced around him, making the angel feel like a trapped animal. Sam and I trusted you. You broke Sam. You did this to me."
"I died because of you," a new voice, Bobby's, made Cas want to shove his head into the dirt. "You brought Dick here and he shot me in the friggin' head."
"You killed me," Balthazar's voice was heavy with anger. "I was trying to help you. I wanted to keep you safe, Cas. But you went the wrong way."
Castiel covered his head with his arms, trying to make the voices stop, but more added on and more called out to him. He heard Ellen and Jo, Sam, Meg, anyone and anything he had come in contact with and destroyed.
The voice that was the loudest was Dean's. He was saying horrible things, about how he wished Cas wasn't the one who saved him, that everything that had happened was his fault.
Maybe it wasn't the words that hit him so hard and deep, maybe it was because it was the truth.
"QUIET!" Castiel shouted, slicing the air with his sword and stabbing it through the ghosts, if that was what they even were.
"There are things much older than souls in Purgatory," Death had said once.
And Castiel was their choice victim, taunting him with these images and ripping him apart, He tore them apart, rage controlling him as he defeated all of them, saving Dean for last.
"Just like old times, huh Cas?" the image of his closest friend produced a blade of his own. "You running around, destroying everything in your path, creating the rifts you can never cross back over…face it Cas, everything is because of you, and we're never leaving."
Castiel tightened his grasp on his sword. He glared at the image of Dean, Which began to wither and fade to a new face. His.
"We both know what we did, Castiel."
With an angry scream Castiel sped towards the image of himself, stabbing his sword through the creature's chest.
"I gave everything for them!" he hissed, driving the sword deeper into the monster's chest. "I gave everything and I did everything they asked of me! I did it for them! I did it to save them!"
He drove the sword deeper into his duplicate's body, feeling a rush as the warrior that was so long gone returned to him. Blackish-green blood covered the weapon as he ripped it from the moster.
"And given the chance, I'd do it all again. For them."
He found that he was panting, Purgatory drained him and he fell to his knees, water rushing underneath his once white hospital pants.
"All again."