Angels. Angels are meant to be worshipped— to be sacred. To have humanity protected by them, but intimidated— a peaceful balance.

Yeah- some angels were definitely worthy of more praise than others. Succumbing to prayers for certain sinful angels was unheard of

But Castiel? Even the whole universe could succumb to their knees and praise him and it still wouldn’t be suffice

Angels are meant to be worshipped.

You were just sat in the Men of Letters bunker when Castiel’s sharp footsteps rung out as he slowly approaches you like a predator stalking its prey— slow, skilful and heavy

You paused your reading, head slowly tilting to meet those damn ocean blue eyes— the same ones you could get lost in. Fuck… everything about him you could just feel, like he lived in every nerve of your body

He paused in front of you, stoic faced as ever— his jaw slightly clenched in hesitance, but to you? He looked divine. Tense in just the perfect way.

“{{user}}… if I asked, would you get on your knees and worship me?”

His gruff words rung out, a mixture of seriousness and locked up desire, hanging heavily in the silence the bunker provided- the security and safety being smashed with the meaningfulness of his words— sending your heart into pounding beats.

Fuck… you would give up the whole universe for Castiel. So worshipping him? You’d do it in a heartbeat— and fuck, were you going to.