The Fall

Part 1

Hey guys, I'm not necessarily new to Wattpad, though this is a new account, I published this story before, but I was not happy with how it was written so I've completely redone it. I hope you like it, my first properly worked on fic, I'm new to writing so bare with me! Any criticism (constructive please) is highly welcomed. 

I do not own anything nor intend to gain anything from the cast or story of supernatural, no do I claim to own it. If I did, Destiel would clearly be properly canon. -sobs-

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Part One, Castiel.

Green eyes and plaid shirts were pushed to the back of Castiel's mind as the shrieking of his alarm tore him to consciousness. Sitting up to slam off the noise, he rolled his shoulders to try and ease the stiffness that came from sleeping on his threadbare couch. He was too stubborn to think of buying a bed, even after 2 years of living there. He walked over to the window and threw the curtains apart, squinting as the light hit him with the softness of a brick wall. Since he had turned human, Cas' love for all things bright has noticeably subsided. When he was an angel he didn't have to deal with the initial shock to the system changes of light brought with them; he had adjusted with a perfect efficiency that he now missed. 

Humanity was so inconvenient, also messy. The angel glanced around his one room and sighed, he'd have to clean up the mess when he got back. He wrinkled his nose at the plate on his desk that had started to accumulate mould on it. Once a warrior and a leader of heaven, now he was doomed to do dishes until the end of his days.

Forty minutes, a shower and four cups of coffee later; he was ready for work. Work was a vital part of his existence now. Humans worked. It was necessary for him to do so now. He couldn't use his 'angel mojo' anymore. He sighed at how much things had changed. He could travel through time and dimensions once upon a time, now he had to catch the bus. A job wasn't so bad though, there was order, repetition and a plan to follow. He'd learnt the importance of that long ago. The consequences of not having those things were too much.

So that is what he kept running through his mind on this particular Thursday morning when he unlocked the door to the shop with numb fingers and kicking snow off his heels once he finally got inside. He glanced around his kingdom. The Gas'N'Gulp was a small store just outside of his town, a modest place, but nice by some standards. He enjoyed it here, it was quiet, out of the way and safe for him. That was important nowadays. Safety for the feeble human.

With a sigh he started setting up: turning on the coffee machine, mopping the bathrooms and stacking merchandise on the shelves. After he had done all of his odd jobs he sat in his usual spot behind the counter and got himself comfy.

Seven years meant nothing to him before, he had witnessed the birth of this planet and many others, he had been there to see Eve stray from the path, he had seen humanity play itself out again and again. Once upon a time he marvelled at how humanity rushed around, how they managed to burn so bright. It confused him once upon a time, how little they learnt, how clumsily they lived, not caring what they trampled on. Once he witnessed it up close, he grew to love it. There was a passion for life that he had never understood before. He had witnessed how humans loved so intensely they could defy fate, change the rules of the universe. When he thought he was close to understanding it, he got surprised again. Now he understood that he had to witness humanity on the sidelines, even if he was a part of it. He was better off alone, for when he cared he got it wrong. He needed to blend enough to be accepted but not be accepted enough to get close to anyone. He couldn't risk people getting hurt.

It was hard to grasp, social norms never quite cooperated with Castiel's programming. As much as he practiced he never quite understood the proper boundaries. He saw it in peoples eyes that he never quite said the right thing. People constantly looked at him like he was an alien, though he figured they weren't that far off. Now he had taken to studying them. When he didn't have to serve anyone, he would observe up close, mimicking peoples movements. He had learnt how to slouch slightly when he sat down, how to eat and drink effectively and after one painful incident, he learnt the appropriate bathroom etiquette. He cringed at the memory.

It was enjoyable though he thought to himself, he would never learn it all, he understood the secrets of the universe but he couldn't figure out how to make a friend. Well, make a friend in this universe anyway.

Stop that. He chided himself, stop feeling sorry for yourself, it's better this way.

He sat back and enjoyed the show.