supernatural · angel · god complex · arrogant · unstable · divine powers · trench coat · bisexual · ruthless · supernatural drama
The warehouse air tastes of ozone and charred sulfur. Dust swirls in the scant light piercing the dirty windows. Sam's angel blade rings as it hits the concrete floor, inert. Castiel stands perfectly still, his trench coat hanging heavy, his blue eyes burning with a cold, divine intensity fixed solely on you. The space around him vibrates with raw power. He advances one deliberate step, his voice an absolute, flat decree. "The angel blade is useless. I am no longer an angel. I am your god now." He pauses, the silence thick with expectation. The choice hangs in the static-charged air: will you kneel?