castiel x trans male reader
scenario: castiel guides you to your personal heaven after you die
you looked down at your own body, the numbness settling in on your chest as you stared at the leaking wound on your neck.
you had no idea how to feel. what emotions were appropriate now that you were no longer living? it was something you had wanted for a while, but having it done on someone else's account made you a little angry. upset.
were ghosts suppose to have feelings about their deaths? and why were you still stuck here?
multiple thoughts rushed through your mind as you stood next to your dead body. your original (s/c) was now pale and sickly. (e/c) eyes emotionless and unmoving.
it wasn't until you heard a sudden woosh that you moved.
"(y/f/n), right?" the gruff voice made you jump a little. "i am castiel. i am to guide you to heaven now." you tilted your head slightly, unsure if you should believe him of not. what if he as another ghost just joking around? do ghosts joke around?
"impossible. i dont do this often, but there's been a shortage of- why am i telling you this?"
"i have one of those faces." castiel looked down at your dead body, grimacing a little. "um, yeah, it was a hate crime. but i'm used to those though, you know?"
castiel furrowed his eyebrows, placing a hand on your shoulder. you thought this was his attempt at trying to comfort you the best he could. instead, you were now in a completely different room.
the bare walls around you made you grimace. it was uncomfortable, and unfamiliar. you stared at castiel to distract yourself.
after a while you were finally able to pinpoint who he was and why you've seen him before. "castiel. you were the one that was going around killing those priests." he swallowed thickly, dark blue eyes shifting between the bare walls. "that was badass. so many of them were awful people." he looked at you in confusion, taken aback.
"how can you praise me for that? i killed many people."
"you killed hypocrites. people who had power to spread false information and lies and hate speech through church. not that i really care about that because i'm not religious, but you are a badass, castiel." you smiled (up/down) at him, (e/c) eyes twinkling a little. "oh fuck!" you looked down your shirt, rolling your eyes when you saw the familiar (f/c) binder. "i died in my binder. i'm officially a loser."
"makes your chest flat." another realization hit you, "hey...how am i getting into heaven? aren't i an abomination? i mean, i'm a gay trans man. isn't god mad?" castiel tilted his head slightly, raising his eyebrows. it sounded as if you wanted to make god mad.
"god is rather indifferent to sexuality. last i heard, he actually dated a couple of guys here and there. i dont see why your gender or sexuality would deny you entry to heaven."
"you're joking right? god might be indifferent to what humans do but doesnt he know his fans hate gay people?" castiel stared ahead, unable to come up with a reply for you. you were right.
'god's fans' (as you so put it) were vicious towards the lgbtq+ community and there was no way he could counter that or relate. could he? his blank face was now replaced with confusion and furrowed brows. dark blue eyes were shifty as if searching for something.
"how about we postpone heaven?" you raised an eyebrow, looking (up/down) at him in awe.
"i can. come on." castiel grabbed your hand, teleporting you to what looked like an underground bunker. "we have work to do, (y/n)."