4. the porcelain clay of humankind
"Your powers…" Castiel says softly, and Dean nods.
Castiel seems a little more human nowadays. He was larger than life the first time Dean saw him. Now? He's still an angel of the Lord, of course, but somehow he just seems like a disheveled dude in a tan raincoat.
Dean called him Lieutenant Columbo once. Castiel just blinked at him.
"Everything has a price, Dean."
"I know." Dean huffs a short burst of laughter. "Guess Alastair didn't know what he was carving away inside me, huh?" His eyes slowly fade back to green.
"It was all part of the plan."
A/N: I have to give props to the fic, Porcelain Beauty, by Jame K. It's a damn good read, and so is the first story, Cracked Perfecting Images.
Two more to go.