A/N: I was sitting around watching S5 of Supernatural and thinking about everything that Castiel had given up for Dean and humanity, and this poem kind of flowed out of me. Not sure why, but I felt compelled to post it on here, so hopefully someone besides me reads it and enjoys it. It's just how I felt that Castiel felt around that time. Not sure if I got him right because his character is infinity interesting and confusing to me. It's part of why I love him. Anyway, this is getting ridiculously long, so I hope you enjoy this little trip into Cas' subconscious :))
Disclaimer: None of the characters or situations mentioned in the below poem are mine, they belong to Eric Kripke, whose name is entirely too fun to type.
My Saving Grace
I had this true, unwavering faith
Once upon a time
So sure was I that nothing could shake it
How could anything even try?
But from the moment I saw him
I could feel the questions seep through
His eyes a blindingly beautiful green
Staring into mine; a cerulean blue
It seemed unlikely he could affect me
In such a deep and profound way
After all I was merely his guardian
Not his friend, and not easily swayed
Yet, it was the subtle differences
That brought my inquiries at first
The voracity with which he defended his race
These humans, I could see they were not cursed
Other angels they may have doubted our Father
And these humans, his most beloved creatures
But I could easily see his perfect divinity
Shining through in all of their features
At first I tried to fight it
To defend our master plan
But the horror and inconsistencies
Made me question if our Father was even a fan
This unshakable faith I once had
Was beginning to get harder to see
How could angels do this?
We were the good ones, or at least we were supposed to be
So I did the unspeakable
I openly and willingly disobeyed
Praying to my Father
To understand this choice I felt had to be made
He must have found forgiveness
And a reason to believe
Because for some unforeseeable reason
He saved and protected me
And so I put my faith in a human
A man who was righteous and true
I believed he could save us all
Before the world was completely, as he might say, screwed
The funny thing about people
Is that they are beautifully flawed
Even the most righteous and brave man
Can find a way to fall
So at times he disappointed me
This human for which I rebelled
But his redemption always came
At a time when it seemed least compelled
I could understand why my Father
Had chosen to rescue this lost soul
He was one worth saving,
He did not deserve to be in the hole
And yet, we seemed poised to lose
The greatest battle known to man,
Until once again he diverted
And threw a wrench into the master plan
He was willing to die
To sacrifice himself for the cause
If only to save one person, his brother
If only not to have to watch him fall
It was another interesting thing
That I had learned about man
This immeasurable capacity for love
Exceeded all I had dreamt of this clan
In the end it was this love
The kind that is pure and true
That saved the world
And to my surprise it wasn't even divine love; just the love of two
Two of my Father's creatures
Saved the entire world
While all the weapons of Heaven and Hell
Sat idly by as the battle around them whirled
My faith in my Father remains
In other things, perhaps not so much
Except maybe a couple of humans
Who became my family, my lifeline, my crutch
In the end I did not regret my decision
My allegiance was rightly placed
In a man named Dean Winchester
Who turned out to be our (my) saving grace
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