div class="" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #555555; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px;" data-block="true" data-editor="624ut" data-offset-key="59f1k-0-0"
div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" style="box-sizing: border-box;" data-offset-key="59f1k-0-0"em style="box-sizing: border-box;"Hey. I'm sorry this took so long. I went camping and did not have wifi for a week. :( but I'm back! I am going to try to upload again really soon. I loved writing this chapter because Cas is my favorite character. 3 I love him. I apologize for the weird angel name I had a hard time trying to find a name for a minor character Angel. I didn't want to use a name that was already used. (sorry if I accidentally did.) The chapter after this will be anger from Deans point of view. That should be fun! (angry squirrel time.) anyway, enjoy and please leave comments on what you think and on how I can improve. It helps a lot. Thanks/em!/div
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px;"Cas sat up in the white emptiness of heaven. He looked at the chaos that surrounded him. How am I going to clean up all this mess? He thought to himself hearing the murmuring of angels in the distance. He could feel their judgmental gaze on him without looking up. He had better at telling when people were staring. He couldn't blame them. Cas had denied all orders to help the Winchesters. He was a disgrace to heaven. He would stare too. Cas had gotten used to it./p
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div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" style="box-sizing: border-box;" data-offset-key="2nfnp-0-0"Hateful accusations filled his idle mind. It was all his fault. He could have done something. He let them down. He always had./div
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div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" style="box-sizing: border-box;" data-offset-key="rqbs-0-0"Cas told himself that none of this was true. He couldn't have done anything. It was planned since the beginning of time and could not have been changed. Sam had to take his role./div
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div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" style="box-sizing: border-box;" data-offset-key="6jroc-0-0"These thoughts only made things worse. He needed something to blame it on and couldn't shake the idea that he had caused this. If only he had broken orders sooner, the seals wouldn't be broken. Lucifer would never have been released./div
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div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" style="box-sizing: border-box;" data-offset-key="a0n5g-0-0"He looked up from the floor where he had been sitting. A crowd had started close him in. His eyes traced down their gray suits to their hands. The angels' hands held drawn angel blades. Cas moved his attention back to their faces, suddenly scared. One of the angels spoke, her voice calm and smooth. "Castiel" she said, "We heard that you denied orders to help the Winchesters. You know that was foolish. You better not do it again." She looked at the other angels who drew their blades. She continued speaking. "You know what happens to people who don't follow orders from heaven." Cas looked back to the ground, bracing himself for the worse./div
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div class="" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #555555; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px;" data-block="true" data-editor="624ut" data-offset-key="qmkt-0-0"
div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" style="box-sizing: border-box;" data-offset-key="qmkt-0-0"One of the angels kicked him hard on his side, forcing him to his back as he cradled the injured side. He raised his blade but the other angels pulled him back "Ambriel" the girl said, pulling him aside. "Not yet." Ambriel's face turned from anger to disappointment. His eyes scaled the damaged angel on the ground in front of him. He walked closer to Cas who was now in a protective ball. Ambriel looked at him like he was an old pile of dirt. He spits on Cas's face before he left. "Take this as a warning," he said. the whole group walked off, leaving Cas helpless on the ground./div
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div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" style="box-sizing: border-box;" data-offset-key="flcit-0-0"Using his arms, Cas managed to lift himself up. It was far from the worst injuries he had gotten. That didn't mean it was not terribly painful. His whole side filled with burning pain as he struggled to limp forward. He realized he should really get out of the public./div
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div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" style="box-sizing: border-box;" data-offset-key="7t88q-0-0"With nowhere else to go, Cas headed to the one spot he knew he could be alone, the library./div
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div class="" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #555555; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px;" data-block="true" data-editor="624ut" data-offset-key="17sgn-0-0"
div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" style="box-sizing: border-box;" data-offset-key="17sgn-0-0"The library was in a far corner of heaven and was forgotten by many of the angels. The abandoned building was quite literally falling apart at its' seems. The many stained glass windows were cracked and shattered. The old wooden roof was barely holding the weight of the tower. It was a mess. Cas loved it. He opened the frail wooden doors and walked inside. What the outside lacked, the inside made up for./div
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px;" The Library was a slim tower. Cas looked up and sighed. The building was only one level but went on forever into the sky. Each shelf was filled to the brim with books. Every book ever was written was stored in the library. Some were written just days ago, some were as old as time itself. The library was Cas's favorite spot in all of heaven. With all that was going on, he had not visited the space for years. It was a good spot to think. The library contained no chairs or tables. Cas laid down on the cool marble floor in the center of the room, looking up at the endless shelves./p
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div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" style="box-sizing: border-box;" data-offset-key="fm6ug-0-0"After all that had happened, what was he supposed to do next? It still didn't feel right. He couldn't believe Sam was dead. Dean couldn't be taking it well. In the little time, he spent with the Winchester's Cas realized one thing. The Winchesters didn't have much. They accepted that. The one thing they had to rely on was each other. Without Sam, Cas worried endlessly about Dean. He had lost so much without breaking. Would this be the thing that finally shattered Dean Winchester?/div
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div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" style="box-sizing: border-box;" data-offset-key="5arja-0-0"Cas thought about visiting Dean ti check in with him. He was afraid that would make things worse. He had not seen Dean since the apocalypse. Cas was afraid that seeing Dean broken would kill him. He kept saying that he needed to help fix heaven as an excuse to why he won't visit. Even though heaven was a mess, he didn't have anything to do up there. No one would listen to him anyway. He was just picked on and bullied because he rebelled. He didn't fit in anywhere. Not on earth and certainly not in heaven. So Cas stayed in the library whenever possible. He only took short breaks through the day to go out fir fresh air. It was the only place he felt safe./div
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div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" style="box-sizing: border-box;" data-offset-key="58tp5-0-0"The library was the only place he felt at home. In the library, nothing could happen to him. He had already messed up enough. He was afraid that he would mess someone else's life up like he had already ruined the Winchesters'./div
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div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" style="box-sizing: border-box;" data-offset-key="7qqql-0-0"The library was Cas's own private prison. From that day forward, he promised himself that he would never leave. It turned out that even the small breaks were too much./div
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div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" style="box-sizing: border-box;" data-offset-key="bfma9-0-0"Cas stopped thinking and closed his eyes. He longed to sleep like the humans could. It was the only way he could escape his mind. Instead, Cas laid flat, closing his eyes tight enough to forget the world around him. He clenched his fists hard enough to leave carved marks in his hands. As the night continued on earth, Cas stayed, thinking about when life was easy. He thought about all the good times he spent with Sam and Dean for the rest of the earthly night. /div
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div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" style="box-sizing: border-box;" data-offset-key="59f1k-0-0"em style="box-sizing: border-box;"Hey. I'm sorry this took so long. I went camping and did not have wifi for a week. :( but I'm back! I am going to try to upload again really soon. I loved writing this chapter because Cas is my favorite character. 3 I love him. I apologize for the weird angel name I had a hard time trying to find a name for a minor character Angel. I didn't want to use a name that was already used. (sorry if I accidentally did.) The chapter after this will be anger from Deans point of view. That should be fun! (angry squirrel time.) anyway, enjoy and please leave comments on what you think and on how I can improve. It helps a lot. Thanks/em!/div
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px;"Cas sat up in the white emptiness of heaven. He looked at the chaos that surrounded him. How am I going to clean up all this mess? He thought to himself hearing the murmuring of angels in the distance. He could feel their judgmental gaze on him without looking up. He had better at telling when people were staring. He couldn't blame them. Cas had denied all orders to help the Winchesters. He was a disgrace to heaven. He would stare too. Cas had gotten used to it./p
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div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" style="box-sizing: border-box;" data-offset-key="2nfnp-0-0"Hateful accusations filled his idle mind. It was all his fault. He could have done something. He let them down. He always had./div
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div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" style="box-sizing: border-box;" data-offset-key="rqbs-0-0"Cas told himself that none of this was true. He couldn't have done anything. It was planned since the beginning of time and could not have been changed. Sam had to take his role./div
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div class="" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #555555; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px;" data-block="true" data-editor="624ut" data-offset-key="6jroc-0-0"
div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" style="box-sizing: border-box;" data-offset-key="6jroc-0-0"These thoughts only made things worse. He needed something to blame it on and couldn't shake the idea that he had caused this. If only he had broken orders sooner, the seals wouldn't be broken. Lucifer would never have been released./div
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div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" style="box-sizing: border-box;" data-offset-key="a0n5g-0-0"He looked up from the floor where he had been sitting. A crowd had started close him in. His eyes traced down their gray suits to their hands. The angels' hands held drawn angel blades. Cas moved his attention back to their faces, suddenly scared. One of the angels spoke, her voice calm and smooth. "Castiel" she said, "We heard that you denied orders to help the Winchesters. You know that was foolish. You better not do it again." She looked at the other angels who drew their blades. She continued speaking. "You know what happens to people who don't follow orders from heaven." Cas looked back to the ground, bracing himself for the worse./div
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div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" style="box-sizing: border-box;" data-offset-key="qmkt-0-0"One of the angels kicked him hard on his side, forcing him to his back as he cradled the injured side. He raised his blade but the other angels pulled him back "Ambriel" the girl said, pulling him aside. "Not yet." Ambriel's face turned from anger to disappointment. His eyes scaled the damaged angel on the ground in front of him. He walked closer to Cas who was now in a protective ball. Ambriel looked at him like he was an old pile of dirt. He spits on Cas's face before he left. "Take this as a warning," he said. the whole group walked off, leaving Cas helpless on the ground./div
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div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" style="box-sizing: border-box;" data-offset-key="flcit-0-0"Using his arms, Cas managed to lift himself up. It was far from the worst injuries he had gotten. That didn't mean it was not terribly painful. His whole side filled with burning pain as he struggled to limp forward. He realized he should really get out of the public./div
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div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" style="box-sizing: border-box;" data-offset-key="7t88q-0-0"With nowhere else to go, Cas headed to the one spot he knew he could be alone, the library./div
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div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" style="box-sizing: border-box;" data-offset-key="17sgn-0-0"The library was in a far corner of heaven and was forgotten by many of the angels. The abandoned building was quite literally falling apart at its' seems. The many stained glass windows were cracked and shattered. The old wooden roof was barely holding the weight of the tower. It was a mess. Cas loved it. He opened the frail wooden doors and walked inside. What the outside lacked, the inside made up for./div
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px;" The Library was a slim tower. Cas looked up and sighed. The building was only one level but went on forever into the sky. Each shelf was filled to the brim with books. Every book ever was written was stored in the library. Some were written just days ago, some were as old as time itself. The library was Cas's favorite spot in all of heaven. With all that was going on, he had not visited the space for years. It was a good spot to think. The library contained no chairs or tables. Cas laid down on the cool marble floor in the center of the room, looking up at the endless shelves./p
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div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" style="box-sizing: border-box;" data-offset-key="fm6ug-0-0"After all that had happened, what was he supposed to do next? It still didn't feel right. He couldn't believe Sam was dead. Dean couldn't be taking it well. In the little time, he spent with the Winchester's Cas realized one thing. The Winchesters didn't have much. They accepted that. The one thing they had to rely on was each other. Without Sam, Cas worried endlessly about Dean. He had lost so much without breaking. Would this be the thing that finally shattered Dean Winchester?/div
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div class="" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #555555; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px;" data-block="true" data-editor="624ut" data-offset-key="5arja-0-0"
div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" style="box-sizing: border-box;" data-offset-key="5arja-0-0"Cas thought about visiting Dean ti check in with him. He was afraid that would make things worse. He had not seen Dean since the apocalypse. Cas was afraid that seeing Dean broken would kill him. He kept saying that he needed to help fix heaven as an excuse to why he won't visit. Even though heaven was a mess, he didn't have anything to do up there. No one would listen to him anyway. He was just picked on and bullied because he rebelled. He didn't fit in anywhere. Not on earth and certainly not in heaven. So Cas stayed in the library whenever possible. He only took short breaks through the day to go out fir fresh air. It was the only place he felt safe./div
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div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" style="box-sizing: border-box;" data-offset-key="58tp5-0-0"The library was the only place he felt at home. In the library, nothing could happen to him. He had already messed up enough. He was afraid that he would mess someone else's life up like he had already ruined the Winchesters'./div
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div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" style="box-sizing: border-box;" data-offset-key="7qqql-0-0"The library was Cas's own private prison. From that day forward, he promised himself that he would never leave. It turned out that even the small breaks were too much./div
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div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" style="box-sizing: border-box;" data-offset-key="bfma9-0-0"Cas stopped thinking and closed his eyes. He longed to sleep like the humans could. It was the only way he could escape his mind. Instead, Cas laid flat, closing his eyes tight enough to forget the world around him. He clenched his fists hard enough to leave carved marks in his hands. As the night continued on earth, Cas stayed, thinking about when life was easy. He thought about all the good times he spent with Sam and Dean for the rest of the earthly night. /div
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