hit, after hit. castiel was merciless and brutal. his knuckles collided with your jaw and it feels like your head is being split open.

“i will take the tablet to heaven,” castiel’s voice is robotic. it isn’t castiel, you know this now, this isn’t the cas you know. “and deliver it to its rightful owner.” he collided his fist with her forehead and you stumble back, blood covering your face. you try to go in for a hit but castiel grips your hand and snaps it with such ease, breaking the bone.

his eyes are a void, not the vibrant blue you had stared into so often. he was still under the control of heaven and you needed to break through the mind control and brainwashing.