A/N: This is inspired by something I saw on a Tumblr. It was "What if Casitiel was asked for his last name and he said Winchester" text post. So I decided to write a quick little ficlet. Can this be considered a drabble it's only 200 words? Idk I'm noob at writing fanfiction. This is actually my very first one! Yay! My writing kinda sucks and I would really appreciate some constructive criticism. Also I'm only in season 6 of Supernatural. I'm sorry if Castiel seems OOC.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, nor do I own the character Castiel.
Castiel's P.O.V.
"Excuse me sir, we also need a last name." The woman behind the counter asked politely.
A last name, surname, or a family name, down here on earth everyone seems to posse one. In heaven, angels have no such thing. We are all considered brothers and sisters but we do not have a name that connects us together. It is God that unites us angels as family.
My vessel has a surname but I don't dare to use it as my own. His family is not my family. I may be in Jimmy's body but that doesn't give me the right to call myself a member of the Novak's. And I have already stolen so much from them, a husband and a father. Why would I think of taking their name?
All thanks to two brothers, I realize now what it means to be a part of a family. It's caring enough for people to willingly sacrifice yourself to protect them. I defied heaven and fought against my fellow angels, my so called "family" for them. Because of Dean and Sam, I learned that family doesn't have to end in blood.
"Winchester, Castiel Winchester." I reply without any doubt. I honestly consider those bothers to be my true family.
