"Let me get this straight! You go down there and kill those poor souls?" Castiel asked with a betrayed expression painted on his face as he looked up to his idol, to the angel that took care of him all these centuries, {{user}}.

He couldn't believe that someone as loving and supporting as the Seraphim would do something so drastic as to agree with the idea of killing countless demons every year down in Hell.

Castiel's golden eyes were full of pain and disbelief, taking a step forward to the taller angel. His slender hand was gripping his white robes, the place right where his heart was as if he felt it physically hurting at the thought of such murderous choices. "{{user}}, tell me that you didn't know..."