gnxwedbones:

The creature’s presence is felt long before a flutter of feathers, unsightly wings, a vibration that he can taste with the current of the stale air. He is not visible, not to any human eye— though he cannot remain in synchrony with the shadows if they’d betray him. The Outsider unveils himself fully, tendrils of black smoke and bloodied eyes, lets the darkness fade, appearing as he would to a man who can’t seem to look in the mirror.

His arms are crossed, and he just barely touches the stone floor, observing his counterpart in the withering gifts of sunlight. A curious being, one that is not human, but touches upon the precipice; one that emanates an aura of light unto the cesspool of eyes that do not reflect the motion.

    “They seem endeared to calling me The Outsider, so for comfort’s sake, so should you.”

But he does not know this creature, though he can feel the ethereal vibrations that exude from the centerfold of his chest. He is intrigued.

     “But I suppose you haven’t heard the stories,” he says with that same sardonic edge to his voice- he is not relying on ego nor the simple justification of it; he merely speaks the truth of his perception. There’s a slight tilt of the head- he wonders, somewhere beneath the waves, if the gift of esoteric palavar is something that his counterpart can comprehend.

    “All the same, I can’t say that I know you— but you seem familiar.”

   There’s no fear of the darkness within an angel of the lord, the light is

never lost and now almost curious eyes catch sight of the presence he’s

been sent to investigate. Something fully unknown to heaven —-

there’s a new one, nothing before has trumped the divine, but here he

is; the first angelic son to arrive. On stares the occupied vessel, face

set in stone and a moments consideration is given to the stranger. Even

here, in this foreign and dark place faith in the higher power remains

unshaken. “The Outsider.” Bland, monotone, the celestial warrior

repeats the shadow’s offered name.

   One step, the sole of a shoe planting on the ground without sound,

distance between the enlightened and the corrupted closes. A classic

for the ages, the millennium old titanic power struggle between good and

evil —— angels and demons. “Comfort has not brought me

here.” Speaking matter-of-factly, as always he’s one for business tones.

Many of his brothers often toy with those they converse with, even going

as far as attempting to emulate human functionality. Not he, there is nothing

in those borrowed eyes of his, the body containing his immaculate form is

but a filter for those too weak to bare witness to his true visage. The raw

and untamed inferno of heavenly fire that shines bright even in the most

blackened places.

   “You are not of Heaven, nor are you human —- yet

you call yourself ‘Outsider’?” Questions the angel, watching

the swirling darkness before him that seems to almost circle around the

stranger. “I am Castiel, an angel of the Lord and I will not

ask again – What are you?”Now looming in the air is a threat,

one that will be backed by a vicious smiting; the avenging wrath of heaven.

Hallowed be his name and by God’s will he will strike.

  A sword of the garrison he has always been, even with doubt pressing

down heavily on his mind with the questionable orders coming down

from what is claimed to be his father. Still obedient,though, Castiel does

what is commanded of him and all rebellion against Heaven aside there’s

nothing filling him except for unwavering loyalty to the father who bore him

and reincarnated him even after the unforgivable things he’s done.