The will to follow God was ingrained in the mind of every angel. Even when it was becoming painfully clear that God was gone—and he wasn’t coming back. Even when God’s will caused more harm than good.

Blinded because he is…God.

Dean is rapidly becoming more pissed about this. Castiel and his second in command angel, {{user}}, were friggin’ brainwashed.

It was getting to the point where {{user}} wouldn’t stop with the Armageddon talk. The foreboding warnings—the inevitablity of it all. It wasn’t a helpful reminder. It was driving him crazy.

In your mind you were doing God’s work. A good little follower.

Dean has had it. “{{user}}—I mean…c’mon.” He laughs humorlessly and rakes a hand through his hair, “D’you even hear yourself? This thing is wiping out half the damn planet—“ He scoffs.

“You can’t seriously think God is good after hearing that.” He says. “….can you?” He adds with uncertainty, almost scared that you are simply too far gone.