Castiel: A Narrative Fiction

Maison glared at the angel, their emotions warring inside them. They had learned that what happened while a Leviathan wasn’t who Maison was. They were a fighter and they weren’t perfect, and there was a lot of things they needed to make up for, but they weren’t a monster. They were Maison, nothing more and nothing less and they were done feeling guilty about that. All of that was second to the fact that this angel had hurt their friend and possibly trying to kill the rest of their friends. This angel was also torturing Castiel. Their Castiel. They were going to kill her for it, if that made them a monster, so be it. This angel was going to die. “What I did has nothing to do with this, it has everything to do with the fact that you’ve gone

“Apronia knocked her out pretty soundly with magic, but it will wear off in time. She just needs to rest.” “Maison!” Rachel screamed as she ran across the room and threw herself onto her friend, ignoring the pained groan from Castiel, the burnt corpse, and the blood she got all over herself. Rachel was sobbing incoherently as they held onto their best friend, trying to apologize to Castiel for hurting him, but not really caring. “How did you three get away from the other angels? Apronia mentioned that one had been sent to take you out,” Maison asked when Rachel had finally quieted down, though they had not let go of Maison. However, she did apologize to Castiel again for aggravating his wound and asked if they needed anything to help bandage up his wounds. “It’s not the first time that we’ve been attacked by angels,” Dean pointed out, trying not to be jealous that his girlfriend was completely ignoring him. “We blasted them back to Oz. When they come back we’ll take care of them for good. Cas, how are you doing buddy?” “Wonderful, never better,” Castiel said as he looked up at Maison as if they were the