'I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from Perdition'
Lies seem to flow like water, 'Just some Demon, we capped it's ass, so nothing to worry about it, Sammy' 'No I don't remember anything about hell nothing at all.' lies that seem to leave me hollow.
'We have work for you.'
It takes all his strength to no put his hands together and pray harder then his brother (that seems these days to curse rather then bliss) and ask why?
Why him?
Why in the hell was he the one? Who had lost his faith at age six and with a clear voice told each and every teacher so?
Castiel, the name sounds too much like the foes rather then the friends for his taste, the words that spilled out of his mouth like it was just another day on the job, ripped all of his beliefs to shreds right in front of him.
With a mocking smile after spreading his wings wide he asks the one thing that he can't even figure out, 'so Dean, are you going to be a sinner or a saint?'
"So Castiel, what does he want me to do?"
The whys (deep and troubling with there many echoes) came to end and it was a clear path laid out before him.
"Just don't expect me to pray or anything."
