Title: fallen and proud
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.
Warnings: future!fic
Pairings: Dean/Castiel
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 195
Point of view: third
Come back, they call, those yet unfallen. Ask forgiveness and return to the fold, sheltered beneath His wing.
But Castiel cannot. His eyes are opened at last, like the first mother's when she ate that forbidden fruit. Castiel can see now, see what true life is, more than unquestioned commands and blind obedience.
He can no longer hear God's voice. He can no longer fly or purify. He is angel no more; the stumps of his wings burn.
But he can feel, can taste, can kiss-pleasure and pain are worth the loss.
Come back, they call. Brother, return to us.
Their voices are drowned out beneath Dean's corny joke and Sam's quiet laugh.
Castiel knows what lies inside Sam, that demon blood which nurtures Satan. But Dean... Dean.
Come back, a single voice whispers. Castiel, please, come home.
Michael, once Satan's closest companion, when Satan was still the beloved Morningstar.
Dean turns to smile at him, inviting him to join the laughter.
Castiel is angel no more, and this man is the reason. Castiel knows where this will end-he tasted the forbidden fruit when his lips met Dean's...
And he does not regret.