captainofthespnarmada:

The bunker was definitely too quiet, considering Cas had gone walking almost two hours ago. The elder Winchester was starting to get a feel for when something was thrown off in the place, and he ended up going towards the entrance with suspicion, wondering if maybe it was just the silence getting to him.

Sure enough though, it was Cas. Looking a little bit wet and a lot guilty. He was hiding something, had to be.

“Got rained on huh?” Dean asked, raising a brow. Cas nodded and tried to shuffle around him, keeping the coat on. Oh yeah, he was definitely hiding something. With a sigh, Dean grabbed his arm to hold him, giving Cas an expectant look. “You suck at hidin’ stuff from me sometimes. Just for the record, Cas.”

Blue hues darted around the room uncertainly before returning to Dean, and when it sank in that he wasn’t letting go without an explanation, Cas shrugged his hand away to reach into his pocket. “Cas, what the he –”

“Yip!”

Dean blinked in surprise, gaze dropping to Cas’s cupped hands. And curled up in his palms was a red furball, black eyes locked on the hunter. The tail flickered and he got another ‘yip’, followed by a whimper, and he automatically took a step back, looking at Cas in confusion. “Dude…did you bring a damn fox home?” he asked blankly.

“…Yes. He was alone, and it was beginning to rain. I thought…well, if we stay here, I thought perhaps he would be welcome too. I know you don’t like dogs, and are allergic to cats,” Cas explained, giving a small smile and soothing a hand down the fox’s fur. “And while a fox is part of the dog family, I thought perhaps it would not be counted in your mind. I will take the utmost care of him, Dean,” he promised, rubbing his thumb between the fox’s ears to further calm the creature.

The hunter stood there for a minute to comprehend, then sighed in defeat. Like he could really say no to Cas over something so small anyway, right. “Fine. Fine, but you’re takin’ care of it, it’s stayin’ outta the room, and it’s not goin’ in the car. And I swear if you start buyin’ clothes for it I’m gonna hold an intervention,” Dean agreed, somewhat tentatively patting the furball’s head. Cas smiled widely, and he couldn’t help returning it.

And okay, it wasn’t so bad that night when the little guy –now named ‘Rust-Bucket’ (Rusty for short) – was curled up on the floor at the foot of their bed on a spare pillow.

hisloveislimitless:

blueeyestrenchcoat:

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Castiel’s eyes drifted shut, and he couldn’t help but drop his head at the touch. “I needed you,” he whispered. “I-I was so confused. The archangels all told me you were dead a-and I didn’t know what to do. I prayed to you. Father-” His voice broke and all fight melted out of him as he stepped forward, burying his head in God’s shoulder and starting to sob.”

   ♔—- “I know. I know. I heard your prayers. But I never stopped helping." He soothed. "I brought the Winchesters back. I brought you back. I did what I could without interfering. But if you strayed too far, I would’ve helped you. Even if I didn’t show my face. I always guided you, if you needed me that badly. As I did with all my Children. I was always watching, always listening.”

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             ♔—- Wrapping his arms around the blue eyed angel, he cradled his head in a large hand, resting his chin atop a scruffy head. “I’m here, Castiel. You no longer have to deal with this alone.”

Castiel melted into the hold, remaining there until he had run out of tears. He gripped God’s shirt tightly. “Please don’t leave me again,” he murmured. “I need you, Father. I-I’m always alone. Even….even Dean no longer wants me around. He…doesn’t say it but…he doesn’t want me there.”

hisloveislimitless:

blueeyestrenchcoat:

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"You wanted me to fail? You wanted me to destroy Heaven? Why? What good could it possibly do to allow that kind of destruction and pain? What good did it do you to allow us to fall so far. You’re supposed to be our Father. You’re supposed to guide us. To love us and support us when we are lost and confused. Instead you left. You let us all lose faith and hope. You let us fight each other, our own siblings. I lost faith in you a long time ago, Father.”

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    ♔ —- Stepping forward, He put a hand on the back of the Seraph’s neck, “Castiel, I can’t explain to you why I did what I did, not in detail. I needed you all to evolve. To develop in ways you wouldn’t have done had I been around. If I had been around, angels would be relying on my word. They would not be developing minds of their own. Even if I told them to. You, you were the first of many. Choices may not have been precise, might not have been the right thing at the time. But your destinies will lead you right. What I did had to be done.”

Castiel’s eyes drifted shut, and he couldn’t help but drop his head at the touch. “I needed you,” he whispered. “I-I was so confused. The archangels all told me you were dead a-and I didn’t know what to do. I prayed to you. Father-” His voice broke and all fight melted out of him as he stepped forward, burying his head in God’s shoulder and starting to sob.”

hisloveislimitless:

blueeyestrenchcoat:

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"F-Father?" Castiel took a step back. "They told me you were dead. You’re supposed to be dead. How are you….where have you been? Why did you…why would you let all of this happen?"

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    ♔ —- “You don’t look pleased to see me, Castiel.” He began, taking a step closer to the angel. “Dead? No. I was just away. You must understand, Castiel, I had plans for you all. Plans which you, in your own ways, went with. Destinies you all didn’t know you had. I had to take a step back for a while. However, in the last few months, things happened which I did not foresee. Things which have forced my hand.”

"You wanted me to fail? You wanted me to destroy Heaven? Why? What good could it possibly do to allow that kind of destruction and pain? What good did it do you to allow us to fall so far. You’re supposed to be our Father. You’re supposed to guide us. To love us and support us when we are lost and confused. Instead you left. You let us all lose faith and hope. You let us fight each other, our own siblings. I lost faith in you a long time ago, Father.”

hisloveislimitless:

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        ♔ —- “Castiel… My rebellious little angel. The one who tried to play God..” A fond smile formed on His lips as he spoke, his head tilting slightly to the side. “The angel who searched for me.”

"F-Father?" Castiel took a step back. "They told me you were dead. You’re supposed to be dead. How are you….where have you been? Why did you…why would you let all of this happen?"