wrote this today omg this ship i can't help someone i'm drowning in all the shipper feels make it stop
It's a wonderful book. At least, Castiel think so, even if the rest of the garrison finds it distasteful. They find most things concerning humanity distasteful. For a long time, so did he. From Heaven's perch, he often finds the antics of humanity petty and repetitive. Although their reality TV is little like their reality, it's all the same brand of entertainment to Castiel. He doesn't understand Balthazar's fascination with humanity and its vices, until his brother suggested the books. He remembered how he touched the cover warily at first, as if it might bite or infect him. The cover in itself was a creation of the absurd, made as if to purposely taint cheeks with red. From the darkened sky with painted stair and glowing moon, -a backdrop for the sharp-lettered title, "Supernatural", to the
Beneath this beautiful cold night portrayed in even greater detail – the oddly tailored man, bare chest as he bared an ax, his figure the most prominent part of the glossy paperback cover, followed closely by long silky brown locks, frozen in an exaggerated toss and brisk wind. Castiel held the gingerly, careful not to touch that half of the cover. He thought at first it might have been a sappy romance novel, but the cover lacked any buxom mistress usually portrayed in that same melodramatic pose. Rather, reserved in the back, another man leaned against a sleek black car, blending into the scenery. Some invisible weight hunched his shoulders, oddly set apart from a confident smile. These were the only discernable details, only because the rest of the young man was smudged by a careless coffee stain, probably from the book's previous owner.
If it weren't for the stain, he might have never thought to look inside the cover. He started it slowly, feigning distain for the matter until he could hide his addiction to the series no longer- he needed to know what happened next. He tore through each page, before wandering back to digest each detail. Balthazar supplied him with each new book, the only one he specifically conversed with about them. It was obvious his brother didn't care for the series with the same passion as he did, and he itched to have someone to discuss them with, or at least more material to devour.
Once or twice- or a thousand times Castiel picked up a pen and thought to continue where the latest book left off, or to change a detail in a scene while waiting for the next bit of the story, but he never knew what to add. He mostly played with the pen in his hands, vague thoughts of what it might be like to meet his favorite characters, before he shook such thoughts away.
On occasion he wished Anna were still there – with her curious nature she would surely love the books as much as he. He pretended she was there, discussing the series. First he would ask her if she liked the books. Then, which was her favorite. She'd say, "Route 666", the one Balthazar had winked/teased suggestively at when he gave it to Castiel. It was the one where the author had chosen to describe a scene of lovemaking between Dean and a past girlfriend in heavy detail. He would say it was his favorite as well, and insist it was the 'fantastic demonstration of wit and bravery' that made it the best, rather than that chapter where the pages were falling apart from being so often read. Then he'd ask her who her favorite character was. He answered Dean. With a start he realized he hadn't even waited for her answer. He already had been naming the various reasons why he preferred Dean, with no offense to Sam's character. He admired Dean's character for his sharp skills and careless words, and despite having 9/10 of his personality being vices, the remaining 1/10 being pure hero that allowed him to prevail. It was a side note that the physical attributes listed in the novels were also fairly persuading. All he had for an image of him were the alluding details the author occasionally left. It didn't help that in all the book covers dean was eternally off to the side, and forever smudged by coffee stain- as if Balthazar were doing it on purpose. He never mentioned it, for that would dare to expose his obsession, and open the gates for more teasing.
One day he was sure the other angels were tempting his humiliation, but in all seriousness, he was assigned a mission. A soul was to be raised from hell, and returned to its body safely. The orders were given: Raise Dean Winchester from Perdition.
more chapters to follow quickly, let me know what you think! on a supernatural kick at the moment, so any headcannons or AU's you have about the series that sorta go along with them, lemme know i can write them in. i'm more likely to answer at .com