#angelswag

With the creak of the iron door and a windy whistle, you ease out into the moonlit night. Gorgeous and peaceful this blanket of stars, oblivious to the destructive world below. A kind of serenity falls over you until you look forward to the man looking at the moon.

Time slows.

An emblem hangs from his hand. (...th....that's Dean's amulet)

The necklace sways in the breeze as your brother solemnly looks at it one last time. Then it is falling with a dull thud into the dirt.

“Castiel...” you say breathless quickly taking the few steps to him.

After you squeeze his arm softly, he turns to face you. There are those red, solemn, betrayed eyes; all of this emotion and power held in such a resilient vessel. Yet that man has a way of wringing your brother (..and he’ll forgive..) without so much as laying an eye (..just the same..) on him.

“He will have to do things differently this time,” Cas says, showing he felt your thoughts.

He suddenly hugs you, chin tucked tightly on your shoulder, hands pressing firmly into your back. Just as suddenly, he steps back. With a final hopeless look, he turns towards the moonlit night. Without knowing how long he will be away--or even if you will stay here yourself--you pick the amulet from the dirt to keep it safe.

Cas walks down the road. Both of you have seen triumph and loss. There have been nightmares and fears always present. There have been times each of you have lost all things you hold close. But as long as you can keep each other, you have everything.

Both of you are one.

Fingers delicately touch the sand you crouch over. Tan? No...black? Burnt? Disbelief settles; patters into your depths like the nearby water on the shore.

A deep breath. A shudder of emotion. Disbelief. Yet you must believe what your hand can touch. Burnt ground. Skeletal. Delicate. (why would Father...why..) Cursed. Fallen. Gone.

(why damn us to such a fate?)

You grip sand. Feel it slip, wanting to escape. It told of someone’s fate, now it must go on.

Startling you are great gasps. Realizing you are sobbing, you give in. Grabbing cloth; a shoulder, a tie, clawing his collarbone. Heaving breaths. You are sure the stars can hear you. But you do not hold back. This (..human..) feeling; liberating, sorrowful, pure.

You cannot breathe. Do you breathe? You have never thought about this before.

Through it all, a silent presence. Silent. Rough hands, but gentle and patient, slowly bring you to reality. These hands peel your strong fingers from the trenchcoat. (wrinkles..I have to) Is this what it is to be human? Messy and grasping for things out of reach?

(I have to fix that)

Those hands hold yours while you numbly stare at your brother’s face. (almost at peace..)

Somehow your hands end up on your knees. You finally look at the man across from you. He is roughly rubbing his thighs. Antsy, but stone-faced. A (..lone man..) tear (.....ha..ha......ha..) follows the crease of his nose. Wipes it away still with the hollow look in his eye.

(Well....)

Straighten the wrinkles, or at least attempt it. Anything to keep busy while composing yourself. Taking a deep breath, you softly brush stray sand from your brother’s hair, stroking his cheek.

You now crouch, getting ready to lift him. A voice stops you.

“No.” Hoarse, strained. “I’ve got him.”

Gently he rests the angel's hands together. Scooping him up like a broken treasure, this man walks solemnly towards the cabin.

(....Castiel..)

One leaps to know how to fall.

Reasons scrambled, covered

By a sticky disturbing veil;

I had withdrawn in forest, and my song

Was swallowed up in leaves that blew alway;

And to the forest edge you came one day

(This was my dream) and looked and pondered long,

But did not enter, though the wish was strong:

You shook your pensive head as who should say,

"I dare not--too far in his footsteps stray--

He must seek me would he undo the wrong."

Not far, but near, I stood and saw it all

Behind low boughs the trees let down outside;

And the sweet pang it cost me not to call

And tell you that I saw does still abide.

But 'tis not true that thus I dwelt aloof,

For the wood wakes, and you are here for proof.

Amael is at peace in chaos. Wind is swirling all around, rushing through golden wings. Clouds are growing distant as her back falls towards the planet.

Such a mesmerizing experience, gravity.

For thousands of years, this feeling caused nothing but bitterness. Her father had thrown her out. Her father had betrayed her. Her father cared only to protect his ego.

(That story…is for another time.)

But now there is someone else falling. Experiencing this together is calming.

The year is not yet a common concept. In future conversation, she will point to this as 5600 BC. The first time her brother jumps with her.

With a landing cushioned by grass, she is now overlooking a valley not yet claimed by man. Peaceful. Solemn. Grace (…welcome, brother…) swiftly floods the area. Hands on her hips with her wings stretching fully; a content posture.

“Castiel," she says quietly, but confidently, "will you stay with me?”

His unfathomable black wings extend. His essence, lacking physical form, surrounds her, warm and familiar. Soon this vanishes. Confusion and sadness sets in. Before she can process these emotions, a gust--a young man appears before her radiating blue energy.

He is slightly taller than herself. Sandy blonde hair, striking blue eyes above a sharp nose, slim but muscular build. He stands oddly as though he is unsure of himself. (…what quick permission….) He finally looks her in the eye. She sees his humanity and his passion, his purpose and his potential--she loves him to a new degree.

Taking a deep and patient breath, she asks what will, in time, become a common question.

“What is his name?”

Castiel tilts his head sideways pondering the question. His furrowed brow softly smooths into a small smile. Something is crossing his mind (what..) as though he is living a thousand lifetimes (have you seen?...) in a moment. 

“Noviick. And he says he is pleased to meet you Amael."

A/N: These Cas imagines will tie in with those I write on @lokidmyheart. This reader character is complicated and I am certainly just going where the story takes me. Enjoy the ride!

I love their interesting dynamic. So different from Dean and Cas. I’m glad we got a little more of it in the new season. 

I think they’re both so Dean-centric that the Sam and Cas relationship has so much emotional bonding potential that hasn’t quite been explored.

BUT, I do enjoy S14 so far and the Sam and Cas have a friendship outside of Dean. Don’t get me wrong, I am much more of a Dean and Cas person, but there is soooo much I feel like I have been missing out on when it comes to this friendship.

Castiel and you were created out of the same energy. Father was trying something new. You are born of the same essence. The bond cannot be described.

When you were young, you remember doing everything together. Most importantly when Gabriel took both of you to learn about the new world Father had created. 

Castiel and you realized your purpose. For the rest of your existence you stubbornly protect this world and its creatures. 

Now…

You are staring at your brother’s lifeless vessel. Dean had brought him inside and put him on the table. You feel something akin to suffocating. Castiel has been put back together time and again. This time feels different.

Father is not around.

Here lays your brother (...first Lo--), your best friend. (no do not let that in..) The other half of you has died. (..it is...too much)

All because you both chose to protect this world. You both chose to be stubborn. You both chose to fight. You both chose these flannel-wearing boys. Was this worth it?

Ongoing Reader Saga

Since I jump around with my imagines, the following list is subject to change. (i.e. Part 2 could end up becoming Part 5, etc) Therefore, they are labeled with a short description next to the link. I will post a thorough masterlist on my home (but less used) blog, @asfromtheattic, eventually that encompasses all these imagines. This is getting real, folks, and I couldn't be more thrilled with myself! Thank you all for taking this unique journey with me. Enjoy!

Part 1 -- Brother’s First Fall

Part 2 -- Burnt Ground

Part 3 -- Suffocating

Part 4 -- Waking

Part 5 -- Different

Part 6 -- Power (posted on fandoms blog)

Poetry

Brother (Suptober25 Day 5)

Trapped

Gifs

Blue Eyes

That Spark

Sam & Cas Dynamic

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