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For as long as he could remember, Castiel had attended the feast of The Angels. The dinner was a constant parade of emotionless creatures hiding behind their vessels. The Angels never truly had any goal for these meetings, just, a hunger for power.
He, as the leader in the war against Raphael was required to plan every. Single. Meeting. Be perfect, know what everyone’s job was, be able to formulate a battle plan at the snap of an angel’s fingers. It was a nightmare. Who really liked being viewed as the pig on a spit? No one.
All Castiel wanted was to be free from this performance.
Free from the parade.
Free from lying.
The dam broke in one bloody night. One singular night. One night of death. One night of pain.
Castiel’s blade would never cut down a species at the rate he did that night ever again.
He was lost. Lost in lies. Lost in himself. Lost in the blood.
Nothing would ever pull him back.
Nothing.
It couldn’t, because after all, killing all you’d ever known was the worst sin of all.
But was it?
Yes. It was.
And then, a sound, something. Castiel didn’t know what it was. It was tingy, distant, as if it were coming out of a radio. He raised his blade. Prepared to cut one more angel down.
But then… he knew what it was.
It was– it was.
And then pain. Blinding. Crashing through his vessel’s head, strong enough to take him out. It was like- like, a glass case breaking, the shards stabbing his entire body, forcing him to confront his pain.
The pain was over in a second. A second that felt like a million years. But still, one singular second.
In the corner of his Mind. He still heard it but now he saw it, he saw the glinting, beautiful, blinding, dazzling, pure, green of a guitar. A guitar playing for him, asking for him to say yes.
He didn’t know his answer but he heard it. Yes, he did.