Please Review!
Castiel's desire was a horrifying idea. If Cas took away free will, a vital part of the universe would be torn away. The basic elements that make up the universe depend on one another, and if one is torn away, everything else comes crashing down.
God knew this and he knew he had no choice.
So he walked back into the ring. He bid farewell to his private island in the Caribbean, turned his meatsuit (that he made himself) into ash, and floated back up to Heaven.
When he walked through the door, no one noticed him. They were all rushing around, performing acts for their god, Castiel. God didn't expect them to notice him, though. All of the ones who had seen his face were either dead or trapped in the cage. To the rest of Heaven, he was just another soul arriving to be guided to his place in Heaven.
However, after he took care of Castiel, he would have to make himself known. He had to take control over Heaven once more. As God walked farther into his home, the idea of seizing control did not slow him. He had thought long and hard about this.
And he just couldn't watch his universe fall.
He walked straight through at least a thousand humans' Heavens until he came to the garden. He did not have to knock on the door. Joshua—the only child who he had stayed in contact with—knew he was coming. Joshua opened the door for God, but instead of bowing down to him, he tackled him with a warm hug. "I missed you, Father," he whispered.
God gave him a quick embrace and then waved his hand, transporting Joshua to Earth for his protection. He did not have to be here for this.
God had not taken three steps in when he noticed something was wrong. Unlike humans who came here, God could see millions of variations of the garden. At that moment, God saw it in its true form—the throne room.
And it was changed.
It no longer represented the unity God preached for since the beginning of creation. All it did was focus on one thing: the New God. There was one single chair raised up at least fifty feet and a hundred rows of pews all faced the main throne. God just looked forward down the center aisle with expectancy… and sadness. Castiel's ego mad Lucifer's look tame.
"I knew you were coming," a voice echoed around the hall. God instantly recognized it as Cas. "You are an idiot for coming."
"And you are a coward if you must hide yourself to merely speak to your father," God replied.
A chuckle echoed, "You are right, of course."
A moment later, Castiel appeared on the throne. He looked down at his father, smirking, "You are not much different from how I pictured you."
"That's because this is the visage you are meant to see me in," God replied. It was not a lie when Anna told Dean that four angels had seen God's face (Joshua had kept his gaze away from God—out of respect—every time he saw him). He looked different to each of them.
And now Castiel would be the fifth to see God.
"I would find that disappointing, but I don't. You know why?" Castiel asked, his smirk reflecting that of an evil dictator.
God did not answer.
"It's because I am God now!" he shouted, triumph heavy in his voice. "And everyone must bow down to me. Everyone must obey me."
God remained silent.
"Everyone!" he shouted, standing up. He lifted his arm, pointing straight at God, "Including you." And then Castiel revealed a pot from behind his back. It was a simple, golden urn—not anything special. But it was special. If Castiel opened it, the spirit of free will that is ingrained into the makeup of the universe would've been torn out, binding everyone's spirit to Castiel. After all, he was the one holding the jar.
God knew Castiel was going to reveal it. God made one blink of his eye and the urn vanished from Castiel's hand. Castiel made one blink and his father was less than inch from his face.
Castiel saw no anger in God's eyes. He saw no disappointment.
He saw only sadness.
Then God launched his hand into Castiel's solar plexus as Castiel did to Sam almost two years ago. Then a blood-curdling scream erupted, echoing through every inch of Heaven. It even touched the ears of the human souls. It was a sound that was never meant to be in Heaven.
But Castiel screamed. He screamed because the pain he felt made searching for Sam's soul look like sleeping. Millions upon millions of souls flowed out of Castiel, into the being of God. If any human were to feel the pain, they would have died long ago.
Castiel buckled over onto his fathers arm. God propped him up and said, "Look at me, Castiel."
Cas didn't.
"Look. At. Me." God repeated. His voice was firm, like a human mother disciplining her child.
Castiel somehow summoned the strength to lift his head. He didn't look at his father's eyes, though. Instead, he stared at God's nose.
God reached for Castiel's chin and lifted his face up. Cas had no choice now. He looked straight into his father's eyes.
And then the pain stopped. God pulled out his hand and Castiel fell forward, landing at the feet of his father. God crouched down so that he was eye-level with Castiel. He saw his son hang his head, looking at his hands as he did when he received no answer to his prayers. But this time, he was not looking down in uncertainty.
For now, all Cas felt was exhaustion.
God put his hand on his son's head. "You will be safe, my son."
Castiel didn't answer. He only closed his eyes to his father's touch.
"You will not see me for a while," God said. "Just know that what comes next is to help you."
There was only silence.
God leaned forward and whispered something in Castiel's ear. Then he backed away and said "Goodbye, my son." He brought his hand to the ground.
Then Castiel vanished, pulled to the earth by the power of his father.