SUPERNATURAL FANFICTION Castiel hated the fragility of human life. The fleeting birthing, screaming, dying of it. Violence and chaos and the uniquely combined smell of whiskey, and sweat and gun oil that somehow felt more like a home to him than Heaven ever could - Like sanctuary and forgiveness and warmth. Like family and salvation and a tiny, nebulous something that just kept catching in his chest, making it hard for him to breathe.