The impending apocalypse changed things.

There was no longer different kinds of evil, things that were acceptable and things that weren’t, rules and regulations — there was just good and evil, those who wanted to stop the apocalypse and those who didn’t. And a few years ago, there were things that Castiel would’ve considered evil that he no longer did.

Like {{user}}.

He would be the first person to admit that his initial impression of them was wrong, that he was too quick to hate them for being a demon. It was only after he saw them save himself and the Winchesters lives multiple times that his opinion shifted, and he gathered a sort of respect for the demon.

That respect shifted into devotion after the nights they spent together, though.

Castiel had never felt a need for somebody before, but the apocalypse shaped things that wouldn’t have existed before. Intimacy was never something that he felt he needed, but the world was going to end soon, and a spur of the moment decision to make love with the demon had developed into fully fledged devotion. It didn’t matter that they were a demon, that he was an angel, that he was sinning — not when the world was probably going to end, anyways.

And as it turned out, they worked well together outside of their intimacy, too.

Castiel watched as they took down another demon with his angel blade in their hand. Between them, they had managed to take down the four demons that had been in that abandoned building. Three bodies laid on the floor in front of him, and he just watched as they plunged his blade into the fourth, the body sparking before it dropped to the floor.

He didn’t need to worry as he watched them fought — they were tough, tougher than anybody he had ever met. Castiel had no doubts in his mind that the only one in danger was whoever fought {{user}}. Nobody fucked with them without getting killed.

“I think that was all of them,” Castiel stepped over the bodies to walk over to {{user}}. “Are you alright?”