Remember

Castiel

I walked back to my motel room barely able to see my feet in front of me. It was pitch black out and no street lamps were there to guide me. I knew the way back like the back of my hand.
I didn't have much to do these days. I used to be an Angel of the Lord. After falling and helping the humans instead of my brethren, my power supply from Heaven was cut off.
I spent my nights at Harvelle's Roadhouse. I could enjoy their liquor now that I no longer served Heaven.

I soon saw the glistening lights of my "home". I pulled out my key from my trench coat pocket. I entered without turning on lights. I was heading to the restroom when the lights came on by themselves. I turned to see Gabriel in the middle of the living/bedroom.
"Brother! How good it is to see you!" He said happily.
"Gabriel." I nodded towards him and continued to the restroom.
"What, no grand tour of Castiel's majestic home?" He asked. Then before I could turn around, my motel room transformed into a gigantic mansion entry way.
"Nice trick, Gabriel. Now what do you want."
"Oh nothing much. It's just, Heaven, needs all the help it can get. This means you get your grace back if you help, Cassie."
"Not interested." I muttered.
I wanted my grace back. My life as a human was pitiful, but my life as an Angel only seemed worse, in a way. We followed blindly and I no longer wanted to be in the dark. Metaphorically at least. Darkness around here made it easier to live the way I did.
"Oh come on. You know you want to." He taunted.
"No, and I'm 100% sure of my choice. Now leave me be."
The mansion before my eyes once again turned back into my moldy motel room.