"Do you know why you are here Castiel?" Simiel asked as he pulled the sack off of Castiel's head, allowing for him to finally see after days of darkness. Cas had been thinking about this very question from the moment they captured him and began to hold him captive.
"I am sure that I have committed some kind of indiscretion," Castiel answered, refusing to make eye contact. Though he knew how the angel's saw him, he did not like to see it directly these days."I know that this is something you need to do. I do not hold any anger for you brother."
Castiel hung his head low. He knew that he had messed up time and time again. He had hurt those around him with his decisions. Whether he believed that what he was doing was right or not, he had done them. For that, he deserved whatever punishment was about to be dealt out to him.
"I accept punishment," Castiel finally allowed himself to look up at his brother; sorrow etched into his eyes for all that he had done wrong. "I accept my death."
"I am not going to kill you Castiel," Simiel shook his head at his brother, pacing back and forth before him. "I am here to offer you a chance to prove your loyalties."
"My loyalties to who?" Castiel gave a look of confusion. "To you, my brothers and sisters? My loyalties are with you always."
"Except for when they are with those Winchesters," Simiel spat the brothers' name in his face as if they were some sort of sin. "Your loyalties seem to disappear when they call your name."
"They have earned the right to call for me," Castiel defended the Winchester, whether or not it was a good idea. "They have saved me time and time again. I owe them."
"You owe that scum of God nothing," Simiel threw his hands up in anger. "They are maggots. They are nothing to us. Why you cannot see that is beyond me."
"Humans are so much more than that," Castiel defended once again. "You choose not to see that, but if you opened your eyes then you would see what I see."
"I have had enough of this Castiel," Simiel pointed an angel blade at Castiel's face and Castiel knew that he was about to lose his life. "I am here to give you a chance and you are making it hard for me."
"I apologize brother," Castiel hung his head once more. "What do I have to do?"
"I am going to give you a choice," Simiel pulled the angel blade back and brought it down to his side. "I am hoping that you make the right one."
"I will try not to let you down brother," Castiel was ready for this to be over, his body hurt. He was unable to heal his wounds and they were starting to blind him with the searing pain that accompanied them. "What are my choices?"
"They are simple really," Simiel twisted the tip of the angel blade between his fingers. "You can be the angel you were always destined to be or you can become a human. However, if you choose to remain an angel, you must never speak to or run to those Winchesters ever again. If you do, it will cost you your life."
"So I can live as an angel without them," Castiel began to weigh his options, though deep down, he knew his answer. "Or I can live with them as a human?"
"Those are your choices," Simiel agreed that they were, in fact, on the same page. "So what is your choice Castiel?"
"I choose to be human," Castiel looked up and made eye contact with Simiel. "I choose the Winchesters."
"Very well," Simiel showed his distaste for Castiel's decision. "Let's see how much your precious Winchesters want you once you can no longer help them."