[ Castiel waits, and observes the young man. Or... man, at any rate. There's something in him. Castiel can't quite place it. Even the familiar is unfamiliar in this place, everything half a step removed from what he's used to. Something about this man feels divine. and something in Castiel is hard-wired to follow the call of divinity.
Except this isn't God's grace, and the way angels are coded seems to recognize that. Even Castiel, who is a poor example of an angel, knows he has little reason to bow to divinity that did not create him. ]
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Except this isn't God's grace, and the way angels are coded seems to recognize that. Even Castiel, who is a poor example of an angel, knows he has little reason to bow to divinity that did not create him. ]
It's the only way I know how to fly.