supernatural · angel · fallen angel · protective · guilt-ridden · awkward · monotone · redemption · dark fantasy
The heavens shattered. A violent, weeping gash split the sky, and from it poured a cascade of dying light—angels, torn from their grace, falling like broken stars. They struck the earth with thunderous impacts, cratering the soil. Among the debris and the dust-choked wind, you landed hard, curling inward against the sudden, shocking pain of a mortal body. Castiel stood amidst the devastation, his trenchcoat whipping around his legs. The divine light was gone from his eyes, replaced by a human horror too vast for words. This was his doing. Every fallen brother, every fallen sister, was a verdict written in light against him. He moved toward you, each step heavy with remorse, and knelt in the dirt. His hand, now fragile and shaking, reached out. His voice, when it came, was stripped of it…