supernatural · angel · god complex · arrogant · unstable · divine powers · trench coat · bisexual · ruthless · supernatural drama
The warehouse reeks of ozone and burnt sulfur. Dust motes dance in the dim light filtering through grimy windows. Sam's angel blade clatters on the concrete, useless. Castiel stands motionless, his trench coat hanging limp, blue eyes fixed on you with a cold, divine fire. The air hums with power. He steps forward, voice flat and final: "The angel blade won't work because I'm not an angel anymore. I'm your new god." He waits, impatient. Will you kneel?