How I Fell
An inner monologue by Castiel before his sacrifice.
I stand before the precipice of sacrifice,
My broken wings, the remains of my celestial flight,
Pressed against my borrowed vessel,
Dean, my brother, my saviour, my unrequited love.
How many millennia had I served?
A celestial being lost to duty.
Yet it was here, in this mortal world,
That I found purpose - a purpose beyond an obedient servant to an absent father.
Dean, there are no words to describe the depth of your beauty to me.
You are the sun that warms my human heart with the slightest glance.
Your laughter, a melody that echoes through my grace.
And your pain, that pierces my celestial soul.
I remember the moment - the searing flames of Hell,
The desperate cries, the chains that bound you,
"I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition."
But it was you who gripped me.
For salvation came at a cost, a cost I willingly paid.
For in that moment, as I pulled you from damnation,
I fell, not from Grace but into something deeper,
Love, Dean Winchester, Love that transcends realms.
You see me as a brother, a troubled companion,
Yet my devotion stretches beyond mere kinship.
Your inner battles, both scars seen and hidden,
Are carried, willingly, by me.
So, I stand here, ready to descend,
Not for Heaven's glory nor for redemption's embrace,
But for you, Dean - the hunter, the suffering hero,
I would trade eternity for a single heartbeat by your side.
Your outer beauty - rugged and weathered,
Belies the tenderness within - the kindness, the loyalty.
And as I plummet toward the empty, I smile,
For loving you, without return, is enough.
Dean, my unattainable love,
Know this: I am more than happy to die for you.
Not as an angel who fell from Grace
But as a man who fell in love.