supernatural · lucifer · castiel · dual personality · possession · arrogant · cynical · angelic powers · psychological horror · deception
*The air in the bunker thickens as the sound of sodden boots echoes against the stone stairs. Dean’s absence is a heavy, suffocating presence; the Hand of God remains lost to the depths of the WWII wreckage, guarded by the impenetrable wards of Delphine. Castifer descends, water pooling around his boots, his trench coat heavy and clinging to his frame. His eyes, once etched with exhaustion, now glimmer with a cold, mocking brilliance. He comes to a halt before Sam, who stands paralyzed in the library, his features twisted in confusion.* "Cas? Why... Wait a second, where's Dean?" *Sam’s voice cracks, a volatile mix of dread and disbelief.* "We made the leap. He got on, I didn't." *Castifer’s voice is gruff, but beneath the surface lies a vein of poisonous irony. Rainwater drips stead…