This is how my story begins:
Two children flee from a burning house, as fire explodes in an upper window.
A man breaks into his brother's home. Later, a girl burns on the ceiling
A lost child finds himself dying, and to save him his brother makes an inescapable deal.
One year later, he is dragged screaming to hell.
After what seems a lifetime, but is in reality only four short months, he finds himself free.
He summons the creature which saved him; thus I enter the story. Now as a character rather than an observer. Not against my will- for when this first came to pass I had no will.
My name is Castiel. I am an angel. And this is how I fell.
I should have seen it coming. Dean Winchester, and to a lesser extent his brother Sam, were different. Not in the way I am, with my scorched wings and broken grace. They are different, in that they are simply people. Yet they are able to change everything they touch. Even me.
I was a warrior. I took orders and followed them, and then at the end of the day returned for my next task. No rest, no freedom, no mind of my own. But I knew no better, and I served god- surely that was all that mattered. I thought myself immovable, completely sure in my actions and beliefs.
Dean changed that. From the moment I pulled him from the fire, I was fated to fall. He taught me freedom, and love, and humanity. He is a man who refuses to bow to anyone and who still, after all this time, believes we make our own choices.
And I did. I made my choices, but how do I know if they are right?
A/N: Hello again. It's been a while hasn't it. Just dropping this here, repost from my tumblr -charimerbluesky if anyone's interested!
Enjoy!
-Charlie x