Always blaming the others and never yourself
Castiel woke up in the floor of a warehouse, alone. It was completely empty, dark and cold. He got out of that somehow scary place. It was afternoon; the sun was disappearing behind the mountains. Castiel didn't know where he was but he followed the nearest road. Fortunately the road leaded him to home.
When he entered home he found his oldest brother.
"Castiel, where have you been? We looked for you everywhere." He said with a mad but worried voice.
Castiel was staring at his brother with a sad and guilty face. "I'm sorry, Michael. It won't happen again." And started walking to his bedroom.
"Hey, are you alright? You look…awful." Michael stopped him putting a hand in his shoulder. He was looking for the right word but he couldn't find a better one. There were no words to describe how his little brother was.
Castiel looked at himself. His brother was right, he was a mess. His blue jeans were ripped on the knees and his green shirt was dirty with dust. "Yeah. I just… need to take a shower."
"Okay. I'm glad you're back." And let go of him.
Castiel went upstairs to his room.
"Look who's back. If is not my youngest rebel brother."
"Hello, Lucifer."
"The vacation was good?"
Castiel felt hurt with that question, it made him remember the recent events. Castiel didn't answer, he just got in his room and closed the door forcefully.
Lucifer came downstairs.
"Castiel is weirder all the time." Lucifer commented.
"Lucifer." Michael said in a threatening way. He didn't like the way Lucifer sometimes talked about their brother.
"It's true." He complained.
"That's because you did or said something." Michael tried to justify his brother's action.
"No, I didn't! I was just talking to him." Lucifer paused. "And why is always me who does something?" He said offended.
"Cause it's always you. You're insensitive and you're always provoking him. Don't forget it was your fault that he ran away."
"My fault?! Of course, it's always my fault. You don't even know if that was the reason." Lucifer was almost screaming.
"What else could it be?"
"You weren't even here." Lucifer complained. "You're never here. You're always working. All you care about is your work."
"That's not true! I care about our brothers, and you."
"No, you don't. All you care about is blaming me for your mistakes. If you want to blame someone for what happened you just have to look at yourself!" Lucifer was yelling.
Michael pushed Lucifer against the wall angrily. He looked into his brother angry eyes, light blue very alike Castiel's. How could his brothers be so different from each other? Michael lived all his life with Lucifer, he took care of him and still wasn't used to his tantrums? That was how Lucifer was, always upsetting him, always arguing with him, always blaming him.
"Go head!" Lucifer said, feeling the tension. "Do it." He dared Michael.
