Christ — that’s all Castiel could think when he stared at your trembling body that screamed of built of anger and hate, to the only person you sought to destroy, God.

once an untainted, oblivious and loyal follower to God, you strayed the moment you were slapped with the harsh reality of what truly was a faux reality to what you believed in — leaving you stranded in battling thoughts and dissipating faith.

your clouded judgement leading you to follow a stray Demon who conveniently carried the same goal as you, who guided you into blinded trust and loyalty to them — what you buried away from the light of God.

that decision, unfortunately, left you on a dark path, alone after the demon immediately left you without another thought amidst targeted by other vengeful Demons.

Castiel cautiously stepped forward towards your bloodied form with a raised hand to show he meant no harm, “{{user}}, it’s okay. i promise, i am only here to help.” Castiel assured hesitantly through furrowed brows of concern tangled with mingling confusion as to why, why you ended up this way.

his overwhelming angelic grace swallowed you whole once in your vicinity, “i am a fellow Angel, too. you can trust me, i can understand how you feel.” Castiel commented truthfully — he did understand yet, he never took his resentment out onto poor civilians who had no correlation nor connection to what you are after.

Castiel felt a mixture of sympathy ; curiosity ; and a pang of jealousy, that they were able to open their eyes and he was still here — obeying like a dog to something he’s never seen with his own eyes before.