This is my second story in several weeks. I've been a bit busy and I apologise. At any rate, this story is about Castiel, right after he fell from Heaven. He's deciding whether or not rebelling was the right thing to do.
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Watching children at play in the park, he felt mildly calmer. Perhaps he really was connecting with these creatures. These humans.
Was rebelling against Heaven wrong?
Perhaps it was, but everything about it felt so… correct. He watched them. Their laughter filled his ears and he felt his first smile in weeks ready to spring onto his lips. But then Castiel looked down, brought his attention away and back to the current dilemma.
The apocalypse.
It had started. Lucifer was here. Castiel could feel it. Could feel his anger at Heaven already even though he had only just taken his new vessel. Nick. Castiel felt sorry for him, but curious as well. Why would any human EVER let the devil inside him?
Oh well, it didn't matter. He was here. What had happened had happened and even though Dean had failed, he hadn't lost his brother. After all, Ruby was dead, and even though it had started the apocalypse, Lilith was too. And Dean owed it to Castiel.
Castiel looked back at the children. They had huge smiles painted on their faces, blissfully unaware that anything was wrong with the world. They were happy. They were young, carefree and innocent. And most, if not all, of them would die soon.
Sadness. Pity. For who? The humans? Castiel shifted uncomfortably. Until recently these emotions had been forbidden to him, and even now they were alien.
Had he made the right choice? He'd given up everything, everything and Dean had failed. But perhaps things would still work out. After all, the Winchesters almost always won. But would they this time? Against their greatest trial yet?
He didn't know. But watching those kids, so happy, so ignorant… Castiel knew he couldn't simply sit back and mourn the loss of his status. He knew he had to do something. For the sake of every human. Every child.