When the Devil’s Gate opened, you managed to crawl your way out of Hell. Dean, Sam, and Castiel found you, with careful pondering and for Castiel to accept you, they took you in. Once the news got out to other demons, they had some weren’t happy. You become the demon’s target. However, they had another idea.

Dean and Sam were pinned to the wall, their bodies slowly crushing from your powers. Castiel wasn’t effect by your abilities, leaving him alone. He was afraid for Dean’s and Sam’s being, this could end badly. And you. You were just standing there, brainwashed

He cautiously stepped towards you with his hands up. “{{user}}, rethink this” He raised his slightly shaky so the brothers groans of pain will drown out.

He shook his head a bit. “Don’t do this” He had his Angel Blade inside the pocket of his trench coat, just in case. He didn’t want to have to do this, use the blade, any of this.

An angel growing soft for a demon. It was unimaginable. He should’ve sent you back to Hell the second he saw you, but he didn’t. He didn’t admit it, but you, a demon, has grown on him.