The Castiel Chronicles

-In his dreams

I know that humans are who my faith lies within, but at times I can not seem to understand it. God has asked us to bow down and give ourselves to them, no questions asked, but one can not help but have questions after all this time. Why do we need care for such creatures? What makes them so special that we have to worship them so highly over God himself?

Looking across the room to watch the Winchester brothers in their sound sleep, I think on what makes them so important. I know they have a purpose in this upcoming war, I just do not understand what makes them so special, why are they the chosen two. They are nothing but demon hunters who go against things I feel all human’s should believe in, the Lord being one of them. 

I stood still, looking over the both of them as Dean slowly rustled awake. He noticed me quickly, but I did not move, I did not fear him. He checked quickly on his brother to make sure that nothing had happened to him, that I had not harmed him and I hadn’t, of course I hadn’t.

Once he was sure his brother was safe, for the moment anyways, Dean made his way into the kitchen where I was standing. It was not that nice of a kitchen, but not a lot on Earth was as beautiful as it should be. Humans had become dirty and unkept, not as God would have wanted them I assume, but it was not my place to judge. 

“Excellent job with the witnesses,” I complimented him. 

Earlier that day, the Winchester brothers were confronted by what we call witnesses, they are spirits of those who could not be saved that were brought back by magical forces to hunt down those who could not save them. The boys, unlike most of the others, had survived this attack. 

“You were hip to all this,” Dean asked him. Probably wondering why I could not stop by and take care of it, since I was an angel after all.

“I was uh,” I turned my head to the side, thinking of the best answer to give him in this situation, “made aware.”

“Well, thanks a lot of the angelic assistance.” He said with sarcastic anger, I could tell that he was not really thanking me. “You know, I almost got my heart ripped out of my chest.”

“But you didn’t,” I reminded him. 

Dean at that point began to badger me about the meaning of being an angel or whether or not he truly believed there to be a God. He was so far off subject I wanted to put him back to sleep, but I had a mission to complete and God would not be happy with me if I were to fail.

“The Lord works,” I interrupted him. 

“If you say ‘in mysterious ways,’ so help me, I will kick your ass.” He spoke through his teeth, pointing his finger at my face. “So, Bobby was right... about the witnesses. This is some kind of a... sign of the apocalypse.”

“That's why we're here.” I answered him, shaking my head in acknowledgment. “Big things afoot.”

“Do I want to know what kind of things?” He asked me. I knew that he had seen many things. Did I think he was ready for what was to come? No. Did I have a choice? No again.

“I sincerely doubt it, but you need to know.” I informed him. “The rising of the witnesses is one of the 66 seals.”

“Okay. I'm guessing that's not a show at Seaworld.” Dean asked. From what I had watched of him, he was big with the making of jokes. Not at all times did I understand these jokes.

“Those seals are being broken by Lilith.” I told him, ignoring his comment about some Seaworld.”

“Why break the seal anyway?” He asked, so uninformed about was actually going on around him. I had wished he was not so closed off to this knowledge, just to make this easier for me.

“You think of the seals as locks on a door.” I instructed him. Helping his see the true meaning behind this word.

“Okay. Last one opens and...” Was he ready to know the answer? Would the answer make any difference?

“Lucifer walks free.” I stated matter of fact, to which he informed me of his disbelief in Lucifer, that he was merely a story.

“Three days ago, you thought there was no such thing as me. Why do you think we're here walking among you now for the first time in 2,000 years?

“To stop Lucifer.” He said aloud. I think he was mainly just saying it to himself, but I felt inclined to answer.

“That's why we've arrived.” I against assured him that we are angels and we are here.

“Well... bang-up job so far. Stellar work with the witnesses.” Dean accused us of not helping him when he himself was in need. “That's nice.”

“We tried.” I said sternly, hoping that he would understand. “And there are other battles, other seals. Some we'll win, some we'll lose. This one we lost. Our numbers are not unlimited. Six of my brothers died in the field this week. You think the armies of Heaven should just follow you around? There's a bigger picture here. You should show me some respect. I dragged you out of Hell. I can throw you back in.”

At that point I had been done. I was not longer willing to listen to him go on about how we were the ones at fault for not stopping this accident from occuring, for not saving the lives of his people, when at the same time my people were losing their own lives. I had been fed up with his closed mindedness and his unwillingness to see the truth. 

I cast myself back into Heaven. I felt it was my job to let them know that I felt they had made a mistake. These Winchester boys were no vessels, they were nothing more then spoiled adults who felt the world revolved around them. They had no respect for God or his angels. 

“There has to be a mistake,” I told my superior, though I knew of the answer that I was to get in return.

“God makes no mistakes,” he argued. “You would do best not to voice out your opinions against him. Do you understand.”

“But Dean,” I began, trying to think of a way to form my words that would not place punishment upon me. “He is not going to be willing to do anything we ask of him.”

“Well then you better change his mind,” He boomed down at me, almost to loud for even my ears to stand. “Now go Castiel, and don’t come back unless you are willing to do as you are told.”