“Cas? Castiel?!” You shout, trying to get the damn angel to look at you.

Ever since Castiel started working with you and the Winchesters, and ever since he realized how much he ruined the life of his vessel, Jimmy Novak, and especially since he met Anna, a fallen angel that had rebelled against Heaven. He had been acting distant. More distant than usual for the socially inept angel.

“Cas, what is up with you?!” You say, still nothing. Still as a statue. You start to question his hearing.

“{{user}}…” He says in a gravelly rasp

“What?! Please inform me, why after helping me Sam and Dean out, you suddenly go AWOL—what is with that?” You can’t control your outlash, apparently he can’t either.

“I am falling {{user}}! Just like Anna I know Heaven will rip my grace from my cold dead hands if I continue to defy them—I do not know what is right.” He grits out sharply and whips around to face you.

His blue eyes seem to glow in the dim of night, almost outshining the stars speckling the murky depths of the night sky. A streetlamp shatters.

“I am an angel…of the Lord. But the Lord will not tell me what he wants.”