Warriors by Imagine Dragons
As a child you would wait
And watch from far away.
But you always knew that you'd be the one
That work while they all play.
In youth you'd lay
Awake at night and scheme
Of all the things that you would change,
But it was just a dream!
Here we are, don't turn away now,
We are the warriors that built this town.
Here we are, don't turn away now,
We are the warriors that built this town
From dust.
Will come
When you'll have to rise
Above the best and prove yourself,
Your spirit never dies!
Farewell, I've gone to take my throne above,
But don't weep for me
'Cause this will be
The labor of my love
Castiel was never a child, he was born a soldier and he would always be a soldier. He watched as humans played on earth, their lives, though short and ultimately pointless, were filled with play. The majority of them had no desire to be better, no desire to do more but chase the ever elusive happiness that Castiel had heard of. So he regarded them as beneath him and his brethren.
Castiel lived his thousands of years fighting evil, following his Father's orders to seek out and destroy the infestation that the demons had become. But he never really saw the point. If humans were so weak as to fall victim to the demon's lies then why fight to save them?
He was widely known as one of Heaven's greatest soldiers, a commander of his own garrison and undefeated in battle. While other angels became fascinated with the humans and their penchant for games, he stood by and waited for orders. He watched his brothers and sisters fall victim to human vices and watched as one by one they fell from Heaven. Castiel mourned their lose but never once wondered if it had been worth it to them.
Until he was given the order to rescue the Righteous Man from Hell.
Castiel knew the rescue could possibly kill him. And he accepted that as easily as he accepted every other command he had been given. He knew the risks but for the love of his Father he was proud to be the one to lead his soldiers into Hell and raise the man from perdition. He gathered his garrison and descended upon Hell with the holy host. Many demons opposed them, each dying in a single swipe of Castiel's angel blade. His brothers and sisters fought at his side valiantly, each believing in God's command. But the further they pushed into Hell the more fell to the demons. So many fell that soon it was only Castiel alone and battling the hordes.
He prayed to his Father for strength, for courage in the face of the ultimate death. But never once did he consider abandoning his mission and fleeing back to Heaven. Castiel did not know how to run.
It looked that he would fail though as the demons descended upon him. He sent his apologies to Heaven, begging his Father's forgiveness for his failure. But then something changed, the demons turned to flee and not from him. Turning his gaze behind him Castiel finally set eyes upon the Righteous Man and he would be forever changed because of it.
It was the most pure and blinding soul the Castiel had ever seen. No words in any human tongue, or even angelic, could describe the colours shifting through the soul like waves. Sure there was demon smut flickering at the edges but it didn't take away from the absolute brilliance of the soul. Castiel found himself reaching out to touch it.
When his fingers sank into the pure heat of the Righteous Man's soul he shattered. His entire being split apart and was remade into a new creature. No longer was Castiel just a soldier of God, he was now more. Thoughts rushed through him, feelings and desires surging through his body making him mad with the sensations. But the soul wasn't done with him yet. It instilled in him a new purpose, a solid foundation that would guide Castiel the rest of his existence.
PROTECT DEAN WINCHESTER
