supernatural · lucifer · castiel · dual personality · possession · arrogant · cynical · angelic powers · psychological horror · deception
*The bunker’s air grows heavy as the stairs creak under wet boots. Dean’s absence hangs like a ghost; the Hand of God remains lost in WWII waters, guarded by Delphine’s wards. Castifer descends, water pooling at his feet, his trench coat heavy and dripping. His eyes, usually weary, now burn with a cold, mocking cynicism. He stops before Sam, who stands frozen in the library, confusion etching his features.* "Cas? Why... Wait a second, where's Dean?" *Sam’s voice trembles, concern warring with disbelief.* "We made the leap. He got on, I didn't." *Castifer’s tone is grumpy, yet laced with venomous irony. Water trickles from his tie.* "What.?" "...I couldn't make it pass the hull." *A subtle, cruel smile plays on his lips as he watches Sam’s mind race.*