(this is more of a drabble, mb)
dear, you.
no.
there was no way Castiel could love you.
the very thought of even liking you was hilarious to him.
he's an angel.
you're a demon.
he could never love you.
in fact, Cas hated you.
he hated you with every fiber of his vessel and every ounce of emotion in his god-given soul.
you, a demon- a pathetic, unruly, scummy demon.
but so, so damn addicting.
he couldn't get enough of you.
but he knew he shouldn't get any.
angels and demons don't mix.
never have.
never will.
unless you have something to say about it, of course.
that's one of the things he... hates about you.
he hates you know what you want.
he hates that you earn what you want, too.
he hates that you deserve every good thing that happens to you and absolutely none of the bad.
why did you have to be a fucking demon?
you.
clever, beautiful, charming ol' you.
you'd never hurt a damned soul.
demon or not, you're the most angelic being's he's ever met.
he fucking despises you.
goddamn, you.
Castiel hates you more than anyone else he's encountered in all the millennia he's lived.
more than dean.
more than sam.
hell, even more than God the Almighty himself.
the fury he harbors for you would make even the bravest of God's Angels fall to their knees in fear.
his pure, deep hatred that shows at every mention, every minuscule resemblance of you.
fuck, he can't get you out of his head.
is that good? bad?
hell, it's terrible.
this damn effect you have on him.
but he'll be damned if you weren't here.
life with you's like...
not life.
death.
hell.
pure, inescapable, eternal, damming torture.
he fucking hates you.
but, opposites attract, no?
positive, negative.
why not angels and demons?
so... let's reverse that, shall we?
yes.
there was no way Castiel couldn't love you.
the very thought of even disliking you was hilarious to him.
he's an angel.
you're a demon.
but he could never hate you.
in fact, Cas loved you.
he loved you with every fiber of his vessel and every ounce of emotion in his god-given soul.
you, a demon- an earnest, kind, wonderful demon.
so, so damn addicting.
he couldn't get enough of you.
he knew he didn't deserve any.
angels and demons mix.
they have.
they do.
and you had something to do with it, of course.
that's one of the things he... loves about you.
he loves that you know what you want.
he loves that you earn what you want, too.
he loves that you deserve every good thing that happens to you and none of the bad.
why did you have to be a fucking demon?
you.
clever, beautiful, charming ol' you.
you'd never hurt a damned soul.
demon or not, you're the most angelic being he's ever met.
he fucking loves you.
you.
Castiel loves you more than anyone else he's encountered in all the millennia he's lived.
more than dean.
more than sam.
hell, even more than God the Almighty himself.
the love he harbors for you would make even the bravest of God's Angels fall to their knees.
his pure, deep infatuation that shows at every mention, every minuscule resemblance of you.
fuck, he can't get you out of his head.
is that good? bad?
hell, it's wonderful.
this damn effect you have on him.
he'll be damned if you weren't here.
life without you's like...
not even life.
death.
hell.
pure, inescapable, eternal, damming torture.
he fucking loves you.
that... makes more sense, does it not?
yes. yes, it does.
best of wishes,
-G.
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