ℭastiel; an angel of the lord, a warrior of God-- a soldier. I served Heaven, but I rebelled after realizing that I began to have doubts. Concerns overcame me until it was nearly impossible to fathom-- and I did it all for one unimportant hairless ape.
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Looking For Air || Closed || castielthesaint


      There was a new kind of
      burning invading her now.
      The burn of fire hot against
      it’s enemy; the smoke of the
      demon curling and writhing
      with the smell of angel in its
      nostrils. Curious.

                                   Had an angel rescued her from the depths of
                                   the place she had come to loathe more than 
                                   Hell itself? This didn’t seem likely.

             Standing in her broken husk of a body was
             not the easiest thing she had attempted in
             her life, but neither was it the hardest. She 
             climbed to her stolen feet and rested against
             a tree, her body still too weak for much movement.

                                                               The angel was near, that she
                                                                could tell. Where? That was 
                                                             a problem she could not solve.
                                                              But if they had freed her from
                                                               Purgatory, surely they would
                                                                       find her first.


             His thought process was different from most.
             Part of why he felt out of place wherever he went;
             heaven, hell, earth.. he had yet to find his true
             home where hesitation would not linger.

                             He took a step further into the trees,
                             interest to find the source of the blackened
                             soul that he could smell from miles away.
                             It was most likely a rogue demon— but
                             with the chance that it was not, he could
                             not simply stand idle. If there was one,
                             there likely was more somewhere around here.
                             They were planning something— whether they
                             were Crowley followers or Abaddon’s, he did
                             not care.

        Further and further into the woods, the celestial
        being wondered when he would find what he
        was looking for— the thought being cut off when
        his eyes fell upon a figure by one of the trees.
        There it was.

                            Taken a form of a female,
                            though the demon’s gender
                            preference meant little to him.
                            His angel blade was taken out,
                            and he was ready to take care
                            of the problem before it became

Looking For Air || Closed || castielthesaint


Air. She needed air.

Pulling up from the depths of death was not the easiest thing for the demon. There was a rushing sound around her as the twisted black soul found its way to the last piece of meat it had possessed.


She tried to pull breath into the lungs which had so long been still. She got a mouthful of dirt for her troubles. Coughing and spluttering, her hands reached upwards into the earth, trying to find someway to escape the dirt prison.

It did not take long for her to reach the surface. Her burial had been more of an unceremonious throw of an unknown body into a shallow hole. Why should it be anything else? No one knew her. No family, no friends, no lovers. No one to mourn the passage of the body. So they had simply dumped her off.

But now it was refilled with the smokey nebula of demonic essence. Even though the gulps of breath were mostly unnecessary due to the hell smoke sustaining the fragile human body, it still felt good to feel the burn of oxygen in her chest. Her? Yes, her.

Meg. That was her name, the one she had stolen. She was Meg, a demon. She had been in Purgatory. But now she was alive again. She had somehow been pulled from the depths of the monster infested world to struggle along in this one. For what purpose?


Meg stared at the blue expanse of the sky, still looking for air to breathe. She was alive. But why?

                              Something drew him here.
                              The celestial being did not
                              have a clue as to what it was,
                              but there was defineitly something
                              peculiar about this location.
                              Out of all places, why had he
                              the urge to come here?

    He could sense a particular foul
    demon aura, but that did not explain
    why he felt compelled to be here.

                    His vessel’s hands gripped the dirt
                    and as he stood, the soil slipped
                    from between his fingers, finding
                    it’s original resting place.

                                              And then he moved over to a
                                              tree, the pads of his fingertips
                                              glided across the bark as though
                                              he were drinking up all those
                                              years that the tree took for it
                                              to grow to the height that it was.


                            —this was not right,
                               the calculations were off.
                               something was amiss,
                               though he could not place what.


; - independent account for supernatural’s castiel.
; - used to be active here, but i’m back.
; - have literally no one to write with at the moment.
; - mun is 18+.
; - been writing since i was young, rping for several years.
; - not completely caught up with s9.
; - multi-verse, multi-ship, you know the drill.
; - semi-selective, but willing to write with a lot of people.
; - au and oc friendly.

Who sees the flaws in you most easily? It’s you. Because you’re “with” yourself every moment of the day, you can see it the most easily.
{Two months since your last post and I still miss you and your Cas every day.}

{ I completely z o n e d regarding this account, but not gonna lie, you’ve totally made me want to bring him back to life. I’d have to watch the latest season of Supernatural before I could really get back into character though. Anyhow, I miss you a whole lot babe. }

remember when this was my life?