Show MeIt started as simple as metal on flesh as blood on skin, as teeth on cracked lips.
It started as hard as a need for control, for lack of help, for the isolation of time.
Castiel knew that no matter what he did, he would never belong. He did not belong to Heaven for he had caused too many atrocities there to ever be welcomed back. He did not belong to Earth as he did not know how to act like the people there. He did not belong to the Winchesters as he could see it in their faces how strange he was, how lost. He tried to make jokes, tried to be human, tried to show emotions, but they only made him more of an outsider. He was trying too hard.
His Grace was no longer his own, his body had never been. He had no control over what was happening, his Grace weak and flickering inside of him instead of shining like the beacon it had once been. His body had been used by so many that he no longer felt like he fit in it, it was stretched and no longer as responsive as it had been when Jimmy had fir