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Chapter 22

For an angel, there was nothing better on earth than to spread his wings out and to rise into the air. To feel the wind gently brush through the feathers, to hear it whisper; that was what Castiel loved more than anything; what he had always loved.

For days his wounds had tied him to the bed and this had almost driven him mad.

Lucifer had forbidden him to leave their hideout, but he didn't care for that.

Oh no.

Nobody, not even the devil himself, could forbid an angel to take what he loved so much:

The boundless freedom.

Silently Castiel stood on the edge of a cliff. Under him rustled the sea and he could taste the salt in the air on his lips. The wind blew through his short hair and tickled the skin that hid among the pitch-black feathers of his wings.

It was a wonderful feeling, and he had missed it so much.

A smile graced his face and he closed his eyes, only listening to the whisper of the wind and getting lost in its gentle caresses. The white robe, which he wore, was whipped by the ongoing storm, made him look like a true warrior of God. He had spread his wings out and he relied only on his senses and enjoying the feeling of freedom that now awaited him.

His wounds had healed. His leg was much better now and he could fully use it again.

Only the wound on his wings had left ugly scars, you could still see, because the new feathers grew slow. But soon you would not even be able to see these wounds anymore.

But Castiel would never forget them, because the scar would remain, would remind him again and again on that fatal day.

On the day, on which a demon had dared to attack him...

The Seraph clenched his fists. So much that his nails cut into his palms, but more reactions came not from him. He had to learn to control the fire of anger in his body. Would he lose control of himself, he would have no chance. Neither against Crowley nor against Lucifer.

He had to hold on his plan.

He would rebel against Lucifer and thwart his plans and when he had to, he would fight against him. Whether he stood a chance against him in a fight, he didn't know and he didn't care. As long as he would be able to protect his human friends and his big brother Gabriel, he would fight...

When he opened his eyes again, melancholy was seen in his eyes.

He missed his friends and his brother like nothing else on his father's world.

He longed to be back to the old days.

Times, in which he had worked with the Winchester brothers.

Times, in which he had helped them in cases and times when he had just spent time with them.

And he longed for his brother, the last part of his family.

Lucifer was not his family. Earlier, when heaven knew no war and no suffering, Lucifer was his family. Just like Michael. But these two angels had moved too far away from him. Too far, as that Castiel could stretch out his hand to them and pull them back on the right path. No. Those days were over. Lucifer and Michael were mortal enemies and the younger of the two archangels had only used Castiel for his evil plans.

Just as the demon Crowley had tried it.

There was no one who he could trust, except Gabriel, Bobby and the Winchesters and precisely these people and this angel he had betrayed, tortured and almost killed in his madness.

Castiel could barely recognize himself anymore.

What had become of him?

What had Lucifer done to him?

He spoke of an angel, whom they called Naomi and the Fallen had told him that precisely this angel should be responsible for all of this. She had taken his memories of what he really was, what he has always been and what he would always be: A mighty Seraph.

An angel who protected the throne of God and spread the light of the Lord in this world!

No warrior...

But Lucifer had not acted better than this Naomi.

He had robbed him of his friends and his family, had told him things about them to stoke the anger against them. That was not he. He had never been like that and he would never be like that. He was not a traitor, a murderer...not a monster...

He would not allow Lucifer to walk around on earth and to continue to destroy this world. He had to hurry, had to find Bobby, Sam, Dean, or his brother Gabriel, before it would be too late, because once Lucifer would learn of his plans, he would be dead.

Lucifer was called Satan rightly, because he didn't even hesitate to kill his own brothers and sisters. Those with whom he had grown up; his family...

All of this didn't bother the morning star, meant nothing to him and Castiel doubted that it had ever meant something to him.

Even the love of his older brother Michael ran dry slowly, made place for the sheer hatred and these two angels would destroy God's creation in their madness.

No!

He couldn't let that happen!

He would take care of Lucifer and banish him back to hell where he belonged!

They had defeated the dragon once, so they would do it again. Only then, Michael had been at his side and with him an army of angels, who had thrown themselves into the war.

Those days were over and Castiel was now on his own. But he had forces that would even be able to defeat Michael and even the Devil when he learned how to use them. But for that he needed help, and he would not get the help from Lucifer. The fallen angel had not even taught him half of what really stuck in him. Not a bad move, because should Castiel rebel against him, he would not have enough strength to fight against him.

A growl rose in Castiel's throat, which shook his body and anger now sparkled in his azure eyes.

He would show Lucifer what happened when he messed with a Seraphim!

He was created to watch over the Father's throne and the father himself, to protect and to spread his love in this world, and with each new day, Castiel could feel how his Father's light grew stronger in him. Soon it would re-rays as beautiful as at the dawn of time.

And it would be enough to beat the devil and every demon in hell to flight. He just had to awake those powers. How he would do that, he didn't know. Not yet. But soon his time would come.

Soon, he would be back to his old self.

However, until this time had come, he still had much work to do.

But all of this moved slowly but surely in the rearmost portion of his brain, as another cool breeze brushed through his hair and feathers.

The wind called after him, whispered his name, and invited him to fly with him.

Something you didn't need to tell the angel twice.

Castiel spread his wings as far out as he could, took a deep breath and then he let himself fall forward.

For a moment he was enjoying the fresh sea breeze, the stormy wind that hit him, when he was in free fall. He opened his eyes, looked down into the surf, which came incessantly closer. A tingling sensation spread through his belly and he almost had the feeling that his body would come back to new life.

Just before he could fall into the raging sea, he beat vigorously with his six wings and ascended again.

In that one moment, he forgot everything that had happened.

There was no Lucifer, no Michael, no Crowley, no wounds and no apocalypse.

No, there was only him and the feeling of boundless freedom, as he let himself be carried by the wind, flew wild curves, playfully plowed through the water with his wingtips, all the while laughing like a young angel who had just learned how to fly.

There would never be a better feeling for him in this world and he wanted to take advantage of this moment as long as he could.

Only after that, he would continue the search for his friends.

And he hoped so much that he would find them…