Behind Closed Doors

[S4] Bluebird

❝ Why did you
choose me
when you had
no choice?⠀❞

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OMNISCIENT POV, 3RD PERSON
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{S4 E21}
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—OMNISCIENT POV—

Time passes like cars racing down an endless highway as the constant buzzing steadily increases in Castiel's head. His brain remains polluted with a false message of righteousness: a path which disregards the Winchester brothers for the time being. No matter his feelings, he must leave them alone for the sake of their safety. Almost all 66 seals have shattered and Heaven busies the angels preparing for a prophecy to fulfill itself. This includes the celestial responsible for raising Dean Winchester: a man who's rumored to end it all and who's notorious for his binge drinking, his charming demeanor, and his bad temper.

This older Winchester brother is engulfed with anxiety, stress, and utter confusion. Recently, he had caught his beloved brother Sammy in a horrendous act, which revealed a horrid addiction. As gruesome as drinking demon blood seems, it turns its drinker into something powerful. Unholy blood pumps through his veins, turning him closer to the monster his brother frets he will become. Dean had no choice but to isolate Sam until he passes the substance from his system. He must, even through the persistent screams and cries for help his brother utters through his hallucinations.

Dean's last hope is his angel, which is why he's been screaming into the dark void of space humanity calls the stars. Faith in Castiel's appearance isn't high considering the last time they met, as it didn't end on friendly terms. Their last memory together still pains Dean in ways he cannot begin to imagine. All the moments; their developed friendship— it feels like it's something of the past. It's like having an old friend whom he still adores, yet he's become torn away from the security of the friendship. Despite the odds, he finds himself screaming and yelling himself raw at the empty shells of used cars, and begging for his former friend to reveal himself.

After what feels like hours, his angel finally appears, clothed in a dim golden light originating from a dilapidated street lamp. Time seems to hinder when Cass' wings fluttering into existence with its gentle sound barely audible above a passing train's whistle. As Dean turns to face the perplexed angel, he cannot decide whether to be angry or relieved.

"Well, it's about time!" He shouts hoarsely as his eyes narrow into angry slits and leaving Castiel surprisingly expressionless. He stands unphased in the dim night and it reminds Dean of the night they met: "I've been screaming myself hoarse out here for about two and a half hours now."

"What do you want?" Castiel asks simply, disregarding his feelings completely. Weeks ago, something happened to him; a mere reprimand that reminded him of his true place. This changed his attitude and where he stands in the belief of destiny, whether he wants it to or not. Whenever he closes his eyes, the horrid memory sears through his subconscious:

~~Weeks ago~~

Castiel screamed as his angelic body was torn from his vessel, skyrocketing him all the way back to heaven. Although painful, he knew this burning would compare nothing to his impending punishment. He crash-landed into a building filled with white lights that illuminated the darkened shadows of his brothers and sisters gathered around him. Of course, he isn't the most liked in heaven: not after what happened anyways. He had helped a fugitive angel who killed his brother. Even if the crime is justified by his disobedience, the angels didn't care. One of them stepped forward and gripped his collar tightly: Zachariah, his superior.