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This was not the lifestyle Castiel had pictured for himself. He always imagined he would follow his father's steps and become nothing more than a piece in the war between light and darkness.
Once Castiel had figured that his father never cared about him, he rebelled.
In the millions and millions of years he had roamed this plane, he never imagined God himself would have it out for him. He was now forever placed in Heavens 'wanted' list and was never to return, unless he had a death wish. There was no going back now.
Most of his life now had consisted of roaming earth and closely monitoring how humans interacted. It surprised Castiel how different humans and angels were. His father had created angels to become nothing more than toy soldiers, following his every order and to carry out his dirty work. Yet, on the contrary, humans had free will. A concept angels could never even imagine. The way they also communicated with each other was peculiar.
Instead of twitching their wings in acknowledgment, they used their hands. Sometimes, they would simply wave their hands at each other. Something Castiel found humorous. Other times, they would embrace one another.
Around the world it was different. In Latin America they used a quick peck to the cheek. And in North America, they would simply shake hands.
Castiel never understood why there were different greetings. Or when to use them. But what mattered now was that he needed to use a greeting quickly to the human who was standing in front of him.
"Hello," Castiel stated, quite dazed at the little girl who was looking up at him.
"My mommy says you're really very handsome," she squeaked. "Would you like to go meet her?" Castiel wondered that the little human gained from talking to him. Humans seem to enjoy talking, even if there's no one around. Ending his train of thought, he gingerly nodded to the little girl, whose brown eyes were lit with excitement. She grabbed the angel's finger and pulled him towards a middle aged woman with brown hair. She looked up to see her daughter dragging an attractive man, which caused her face to burn bright red. Another quirk Castiel doesn't understand.
"Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry about my daughter. She saw you sitting over there and said you looked sad." Her hands animatedly moved around as she nervously explained her daughter's intentions. "My name is Hannah by the way, yours?" She ended by saying.
"Ah, my name is Castiel." Castiel got a good look of Hannah. She reminded him a lot of his Hannah. The blue eyes and dark hair was a trademark in his ward. The way she nervously glanced at her daughter who had run back to play on the playground reminded Castiel of the way Hannah would always look out for him when they were getting in trouble.
Before Castiel could add more to their conversation a crash was heard a couple of feet away. A surge of angelic energy pulsed through Castiel's body. "Hannah, grab your daughter and go. If you want to leave this place alive." He grabbed her shoulders and looked her dead in the eye. Her eyes widened and sprinted towards her daughter. As they were leaving, a figure emerged from the trees.
"Gabriel." Castiel greeted. Gabriel's golden wings stood menacingly in the sun, arched in a way to make him seem bigger.
"Greetings Castiel." Gabriel stepped closer to the other angel. Castiel brought his wings from behind him. He arched him in a way that rivaled his brother's. The pitch black wings consumed the sun. Which was ironic since he was an angel of the lord. But in this moment, irony was the last thing on both of the angel's minds. "You have had your fun Castiel. It's time to come home. No more of your little games. We have a war to win." Gabriel spoke as if everything was fine. "I don't want to force you, brother."
"I am not coming home Gabriel. Don't you realize, father doesn't care about us. The only thing he cares about is power. He's power hungry Gabriel." Castiel seethed, there was no way he was going back to that manipulative place. Never.
"We need another archangel on our side, brother. Are you really going to throw away your life and family for a petty grudge? Be reasonable Castiel. We're the last two archangels. We need you. I need you." Castiel almost gave in when he saw Gabriel's face. His usually cheery face held an uncharacteristic frown. He was almost fooled. Almost.
"He said no, dickwad." An unfamiliar voice called out from behind Castiel. Gabriel directed his gaze to what was behind him, and Castiel turned. A demon, about the same height as Castiel stood proudly. "Name's Dean. Prince of Hell." He spoke lowly, power oozing out every word. "Now if you don't mind, I'm going to nab your handsome angel brother now."
Before Gabriel could even open his mouth to speak, Dean snapped his fingers and Gabriel disappeared. Castiel brought out his angel blade and pointed it at Dean. He was close enough that the tip of the blade touched his golden, freckled skin.
"Where is my brother, demon," Castiel spoke, fanning out his wings more in order to intimidate Dean.
The demon laughed, a smirk gracing his lips. "You archangels are all the same. Don't get your panties in a twist, cutie. He's back in cloud 9, but not for long. So if you want to stay out of Heaven's radar, come with me."