A/N: Hi! (Possible spoilers for season 9!) This is me trying to work out the character of Ezekiel and his possible motivations and end game. I'm sorry for any errors! Hope you enjoy it!
He had grown tired of the inactivity. The waiting, the watching, though valuable, had grown dull.
The Winchesters, for all their grand reputation, were blind, he mused quietly, and stupid. Sam continued on, oblivious, and Dean remained quite firmly under his thumb.
He relaxed within he cerebral confines. He was not as dim witted as the humans that surrounded him, he recognized that the Winchester's devotion to each other was both their greatest strength and their ultimate downfall. Dean had proven time and time again what he was willing to sacrifice for the wellbeing of his brother.
Though he must admit, Sam was presenting him with difficulties. His body was broken and his soul all but shattered, but the health of his vessel was vital. It needed to be in its prime for the events soon arriving.
He had not anticipated the fall of angels, yet it had presented him with a shining opportunity. And for that it had been quite simple to wedge himself in-between the 'legendary' duo. To flash his warped blue grace, to heal those harmed by the shrapnel of the Winchester's actions, to drive a blade into a long since separated brother and to take the name of another, was all too simple.
Ezekiel, Ezekiel. He rolled the name around in his thoughts. Perfectly pious until the very end. That notoriety had paid off. Castiel's endorsement placed him ever firmly into the trust of the Winchesters.
It had initially vexed the others to have Castiel venture so far from his control just when he had grasped his once angelic brethren. But he had assured them that it was the wisest decision. The Winchesters may be able to ignore the signs of the reopening of the cage, but Castiel would not. Thus, the further away he was from the tools available in the bunker, the better.
Additionally, he thought, the world presented manifold dangers for a lonely, broken and naive new human. Maybe he would not have to kill Castiel. Maybe Castiel would end up accomplishing that all by himself. Drugs perhaps?
He had felt no guilt for the deaths of those he had once called brothers and sisters. He was not Lucifer, he could not lament so easily for them in their inability to accept and their willingness to see them cast from Heaven.
He found his comfort in the imminent recompense he would receive and the prospect that the humans will soon kneel.
For he was Baliel. One of the Seven. Warrior of the North Star.
Soon to set Lucifer free.
