sometimes i'll be walking down the street just going about my merry way and then suddenly i start thinking about castiel and everything he's done and everything he's tried to do and his capacity to love all creatures no matter how small or insignificant they may seem and how he, a powerful construct of the metaphysical, a raw absolute of lightning and flame, came to care so much for these little beings that should be ants to him, really, how he came to love them for all of their flaws and pettiness in a way that is just so pure and unadulterated
because he saw past all of that, he realized the wonder of humanity. he tore apart the very foundation of what he was supposed to believe and created a new name for himself, carved away his sharper edges because he saw how amazing these humans were. how they got to space. how they pushed the limits of knowledge and technology and were so thirsting to satisfy their curiosity and explore the realm that was given to them so thoroughly that they'd break down its walls with a sledgehammer. how his brothers and sisters probably saw humans as little more than children, but children, castiel knows, are insatiable. he, who, as an angel, likely looked around at his kin and saw no growth, no change, only the same old routine and archaic fundamentals, looked down and saw the crude expansion of humanity, the stumbling steps they took to learn and solve and be, stumbling, yes, but never falling - and he thought, this is beauty.
