Castiel:
Sitting on a bench in the middle of nowhere, time had stopped for Castiel. He was ready to take the last step in his fight against Raphael. The night after tomorrow, there would be a lunar eclipse. Purgatory would be opened and he, Castiel, would be able to suck up all the souls of the pit, and he would be strong enough to beat Raphael and put things back in order. Then the souls would be let back into Purgatory. His vessels weren't strong enough to hold the souls for longer then the few hours the eclipse would last. If he kept them inside, his body would go nuclear and the explosion would take half of planet with it. This was the only way to remove Raphael from power. He just hoped it was the right thing to do. That was why he was here. To lessen the burden of his heart, to be blessed from his Father, to get guidance. He sucked in a deep breath and started his tale.
"You know, I've...I've been here for a very long time. And I remember many things. I remember being at a shoreline, watching a little grey fish heave itself up on the beach and an older brother saying, "Don't step on that fish, Castiel. Big plans for that fish." I remember the Tower of Babel...all 37 feet of it, which I suppose was impressive at the time. And when it fell, they howled 'Divine wrath'. But, come on—dried dung can only be stacked so high. I remember Cain and Abel...David and Goliath...Sodom and Gomorrah. And, of course, I remember the most remarkable event—remarkable because it never came to pass. It was averted by two boys, an old drunk and a fallen angel. The grand story. And we ripped up the ending and the rules...and destiny...leaving nothing but freedom and choice. Which is all well and good, except... Well, what if I've made the wrong choice? How am I supposed to know? I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me tell you my story. Let me tell you everything."