Chapter Two: Doorways to Doubt
Time was a fluid concept that existed separately but parallel to one another in Heaven and Earth. His essence, His Being was not subject to its confinement. Castiel,
the Castiel before He defeated Raphael and saved Heaven, was a servant to Time. He gratefully borrowed the power of the Host in order to bend it according to God's
Will. Now it was all up to His Will. Castiel silently pondered on how to use this power, exactly. He wasn't as certain as He appeared to the demons and angels-the God
before Him left no instructions. No orders. Now Castiel didn't need orders. He didn't need his father. He prayed and received no answer. He would now answer all other
prayers. Surly, this was the righteous thing to do. The energy of time fell over his skin like a cool stream of water and shone with a vast array of royal colors. Castiel
enjoyed the sensation and slipped through the cracks of time as six wings rose up between infinite dimensions and flung him across the stars. The starlight melted as
the worlds melded together and fell apart like a kaleidoscope. The three pairs of wings settled inside his vessel as Castiel landed by a worn down building and a bridge
violated with graffiti. Something familiar tugged inside of him, longingly. Something he had only ever experienced as an angel with Sam and Dean Winchester.
"We were family once."
"I have no family."
The god's hands fell to his sides and clenched, his trench coat pushed back by the Southern breeze. He looked up at the Winchesters new home and felt doubt.
"I am not a "hammer" as you would say. I have doubts."
Doubt was his downfall. As it would be the rest of mankind. Castiel needed to be their shepherd and destroy doubt the moment He came across it in Heaven. No more
New Gods.
"Pondering on the good old days, are we?"
Castiel never bothered to address Crowley.
Crowely joined the lone figure under the shadows of the decaying bridge and the demon's hands were crammed into his pockets most likely to display no ill will but
the god knew fear was behind the act. The demon's ever so slightly shaking limbs couldn't hide from a celestial gaze.
Crowely offered up a smile, "Or just are you just seeing what the Hardy Boys have been up to? Because I think you might find it interesting."
Castiel's eyes tore from the rusted building towards the cross-roads demon, "Tell me. What did they ask of you?"
Smugness had returned to Crowley's voice as he said, "Consider me to be your new triple agent, darling. The Winchesters required a spell to bind Death. Before you go and smite me, I gave them a slightly altered version of it."
The god faced him directly, his body radiating deadly intent, "Why would they do this?"
"Who else but Death to take down God? They bind Death and it's Godzilla versus Mothera. Now, they are anticipating for me to double cross you and restore balance to the universe blah blah blah. However, I know when to stick my neck out and when to surrender. Break the spell, Castiel. Take control. Why should Death be exempt from your rule?"
Castiel frowned, his uncertainty evident in his gaze and Croweley latched onto it, "Defeat Death. Once he submits to your...glory then there will be no one on the board left to worry about."
Castiel said, "Do you really think Death will go down lightly?"
Crowley smirked, "Darling, you're God. Act like it."
Castiel nodded and started to raise six black wings at his sides. Crowely flinched and stepped back. The god said, "Help the Winchesters finish the spell. I will then meet with Death. And Crowley?"
The demon stiffened and his voice heightened with the fear of a godly smiting, "Yes, my Lord?"
"If you betray me, you will wish that I had killed you," Castiel said coldly and took off with a flap of dark feathers.
The remaining figure under the bridge didn't dare exhale with relief.
