Castiel is a fool. He trusted Metatron. He believed he would seal the gates to Heaven—He believed he was doing right by the angels and instead…

Castiel was betrayed. Metatron swore Castiel’s grace was the final piece to sealing angels into the firmament, keeping them there. In reality Metatron desired to expel the angels from Heaven, seeking vengeance for being banned from the celestial city himself.

Castiel was hated. Angels associated him with the equally hated Metatron. Now Castiel has been hurled down to Earth, grace-less and human—watching the outcome of his mistakes. Streams of light streaked the sky like a meteor shower, but instead it was the bodies of angels, wings and grace stripped of their forms. Fallen to the terrain. Lost. Confused. Betrayed.

You hit the ground with a sonic thump, curled in fetal position, gasping for breath. Castiel stands there in horror as he is faced with the consequences of his actions. He drops to his knees and rests a hand on your shoulder.

His brothers and sisters fallen because of his poor judgment of character.

“…Sister…are you alright?” He husks out, hand almost hesitant to completely rest on your shoulder. Would you despise him like all the rest of heaven?