Castiel’s P.O.V
I can feel the tension crackling in the air between us, the heat of the moment sinking into my bones. Aaron's gaze shifts from the barrel of the gun to me, the sneer still curling his lips. He thinks he has the upper hand, still.
“You think this will work?” Aaron growls, his eyes flicking down to the gun. “You think a simple bullet is going to stop me?”
But I’ve had enough of this. Enough of his threats. Enough of this game of power.
His hands are already moving, preparing to summon the ice again, but I don’t wait. I tighten my grip on his arm, pulling his hand closer, forcing him to feel the weight of my strength. His ice starts to form, the cold creeping in, but this time, I don’t give him the chance to get the upper hand.
“Try it,” I mutter through clenched teeth. “Try to block me.”
The confidence in his expression falters as I push ha
Castiel’s P.O.VMy feet feel like they’re sinking into the ground as I step closer, the heat from the swirling vortex of fire and electricity surrounding Damien and Elijah almost unbearable. Every instinct screams for me to turn back, to run as far away from this circle of death as possible. But I can’t. Not when Damien is in the middle of it, struggling to keep Elijah at bay.The air is thick with tension, the crackling of electricity and the hiss of flames making it sound like a warzone. I can hear their grunts, the desperate sounds of two powerful beings locked in a struggle, neither one willing to give an inch. I can feel the strain in my chest as my heart beats wildly, the intensity of the scene making my pulse spike with every passing second.Damien... He shouldn’t be able to hold up like this. Not against Elijah. Damien isn’t an Enigma. He’s not one of the rare, all-powerful beings capable of things eve
Castiel’s P.O.V“Y-You…you—”I try to speak, but my voice betrays me. I can’t form proper words, let alone sentences. If this was the effect of the circle of power around Damien and Elijah…then what was Damien going through inside of it?Dominic kneels down beside me, his expression kind and regretful. “I’m here. I know I’m late, but this time, I didn’t want to disappoint Damien like I had my entire life.”The world still feels hazy, my head spinning with the remnants of pain, but I cling to the words Dominic just spoke. *He didn’t want to disappoint Damien.* That’s why he’s here. That’s why he’s risking everything to help now.I’ve always known Dominic had power—his quiet strength, the way he could always stay calm in the most chaotic situations—but I never expected this. Never expected him to come for us. For
Castiel’s P.O.VThe sound of sirens is all I can remember, the flashing red lights blinding me like a nightmare I can’t wake up from. I was lying there, somewhere between consciousness and oblivion, feeling my body grow heavier by the second. The paramedics were saying things—words I couldn’t fully understand…like they were too far away.They moved me, lifting me onto a stretcher with practiced hands, but everything felt wrong. I should have been with Damien. He needed me.“Damien!” I screamed, but no one seemed to hear me.I saw him, unconscious, being wheeled into another ambulance. I wanted to reach for him, to run to him, but my body wouldn’t listen. My hands wouldn’t obey. Every time I tried to move, pain shot through me, sharp and unforgiving. I struggled, my breaths coming faster, more frantic, but the paramedics were too strong. They held me down.“Let me go!” I demanded. “Damien... where are you taking him?”“Calm down,” one of the paramedics said, his voice distant, like I w
Castiel’s P.O.VThe first thing I register is the rhythmic beeping of a monitor, steady and unrelenting, echoing in my skull like a distant drum. Then comes the pain. A deep, bone-deep ache that spreads through my entire body, sharp and unforgiving. Every breath is a struggle; each inhale sends waves of discomfort rippling through me. My eyelids feel impossibly heavy, but I force them open, blinking against the harsh fluorescent lights above. A blur of motion. Voices. “He’s awake!” Footsteps shuffle around me, and suddenly, a group of nurses floods my vision. Someone adjusts the IV drip attached to my arm. Another presses a cool hand against my forehead. Everything feels too loud, too bright. “Where…?” My voice is hoarse, barely more than a whisper. My throat feels raw, like I’ve swallowed sandpaper. “What happened?” “Mr. Castiel James, please don’t move too much,” a nurse says, her tone firm but gentle. “You’ve been through extensive surgery. Try to stay still.” Surgery? I att
Castiel’s P.O.VI collapsed back onto the bed, the weight of everything pressing down on me. My body ached, my mind was a fog, and I felt like I hadn’t had a single moment to breathe in weeks. The losses, the endless mess—why did it all have to spiral out of control? I stared at the ceiling, my hands gripping the edge of the blanket like I could physically hold the world together if I tried hard enough.“This could’ve all been avoided,” I muttered aloud, my voice barely a whisper in the room. “If only that stupid fool, Elijah, hadn’t let his rage and selfishness consume him and done things the damn hard way... He brought everyone down with him.”I wasn’t expecting an answer, but Stephan, ever the optimist, couldn’t stay silent for long.“Well, every cloud has a silver lining, Castiel,” he said in his usual tone, one that tried to make everything seem better than it was. “You just need to find it. You’ll see, there’s always something good in all this chaos. You just need to believe it.
Castiel’s P.O.VThe harsh fluorescent lights above flickered slightly, casting a sterile glow over the waiting room as I sat there, my new mechanical fingers nervously drumming against the cold armrests of the wheelchair. My back ached from the prolonged stillness, but I barely noticed. I could hardly think of anything except the pounding in my chest and the fear that gnawed at my insides.Twelve hours. Twelve damn hours Damien had been in that operating room. And I was still here, waiting. The kind of waiting that gnawed at your soul, twisted every thought into something darker, something more uncertain. I had to know he was going to be okay. I had to hear it.Stephan, who’d been standing beside me like a constant presence, was leaning against the wall. His arms were folded, his face more composed than I could manage, but his eyes betrayed the same worry. After a long moment, I finally spoke, my voice hoarse, more fragile than I’d intended.“Do you think everything will be alright?”
Damien’s P.O.VI woke up with a start, my body jerking forward as I gasped for air, the thick, acrid smell of smoke and fire still clinging to my senses like a suffocating blanket. My surroundings were unfamiliar, the sterile smell of the room replaced by the sharp sting of burned flesh and charred memories.The headache pounding in my skull was the first thing I felt, sharp and unrelenting, followed by an overwhelming wave of pain that made every inch of my body ache like it had been battered by a thousand blows.Where the hell am I?I tried to focus, blinking against the blurry haze that clouded my vision, but it only made the throbbing in my head worse. My thoughts were a mess, disjointed, like broken glass scattered across the floor. I tried to remember what had happened, but it was all a blur of fire, power, and chaos.Elijah.The clash of our powers, the explosion of energy that ripped through the air, followed by the suffocating burn that began to eat away at my skin. It was li
Castiel’s P.O.V “Pathetic. Just plain stupid. You terrible, terrible fool— and No- I do not want to hear an explanation!" Oliver, the manager of the restaurant and also my boss, screamed at me at the top of his lungs as I rose from the floor slowly, where I had been picking up shards of the broken plate.The young lady standing beside him smirked wider, her expression and posture showing someone that had achieved a certain type of victory. And maybe she had.“Sir…I swear I didn't do anything. I've been picking up the shards of this plate—” I started but was immediately cut short again. He was visibly angry, but then again, he was always angry. With me, anyways.“And who exactly threw the plate on the floor, Castiel? You're acting like the shards suddenly appeared there on their own!” He barked, approaching me stealthily as I backed up against the wall.I tried to think back to how I had landed in this position in the first place, and realized it all started with the woman and her fri
Damien’s P.O.VI woke up with a start, my body jerking forward as I gasped for air, the thick, acrid smell of smoke and fire still clinging to my senses like a suffocating blanket. My surroundings were unfamiliar, the sterile smell of the room replaced by the sharp sting of burned flesh and charred memories.The headache pounding in my skull was the first thing I felt, sharp and unrelenting, followed by an overwhelming wave of pain that made every inch of my body ache like it had been battered by a thousand blows.Where the hell am I?I tried to focus, blinking against the blurry haze that clouded my vision, but it only made the throbbing in my head worse. My thoughts were a mess, disjointed, like broken glass scattered across the floor. I tried to remember what had happened, but it was all a blur of fire, power, and chaos.Elijah.The clash of our powers, the explosion of energy that ripped through the air, followed by the suffocating burn that began to eat away at my skin. It was li
Castiel’s P.O.VThe harsh fluorescent lights above flickered slightly, casting a sterile glow over the waiting room as I sat there, my new mechanical fingers nervously drumming against the cold armrests of the wheelchair. My back ached from the prolonged stillness, but I barely noticed. I could hardly think of anything except the pounding in my chest and the fear that gnawed at my insides.Twelve hours. Twelve damn hours Damien had been in that operating room. And I was still here, waiting. The kind of waiting that gnawed at your soul, twisted every thought into something darker, something more uncertain. I had to know he was going to be okay. I had to hear it.Stephan, who’d been standing beside me like a constant presence, was leaning against the wall. His arms were folded, his face more composed than I could manage, but his eyes betrayed the same worry. After a long moment, I finally spoke, my voice hoarse, more fragile than I’d intended.“Do you think everything will be alright?”
Castiel’s P.O.VI collapsed back onto the bed, the weight of everything pressing down on me. My body ached, my mind was a fog, and I felt like I hadn’t had a single moment to breathe in weeks. The losses, the endless mess—why did it all have to spiral out of control? I stared at the ceiling, my hands gripping the edge of the blanket like I could physically hold the world together if I tried hard enough.“This could’ve all been avoided,” I muttered aloud, my voice barely a whisper in the room. “If only that stupid fool, Elijah, hadn’t let his rage and selfishness consume him and done things the damn hard way... He brought everyone down with him.”I wasn’t expecting an answer, but Stephan, ever the optimist, couldn’t stay silent for long.“Well, every cloud has a silver lining, Castiel,” he said in his usual tone, one that tried to make everything seem better than it was. “You just need to find it. You’ll see, there’s always something good in all this chaos. You just need to believe it.
Castiel’s P.O.VThe first thing I register is the rhythmic beeping of a monitor, steady and unrelenting, echoing in my skull like a distant drum. Then comes the pain. A deep, bone-deep ache that spreads through my entire body, sharp and unforgiving. Every breath is a struggle; each inhale sends waves of discomfort rippling through me. My eyelids feel impossibly heavy, but I force them open, blinking against the harsh fluorescent lights above. A blur of motion. Voices. “He’s awake!” Footsteps shuffle around me, and suddenly, a group of nurses floods my vision. Someone adjusts the IV drip attached to my arm. Another presses a cool hand against my forehead. Everything feels too loud, too bright. “Where…?” My voice is hoarse, barely more than a whisper. My throat feels raw, like I’ve swallowed sandpaper. “What happened?” “Mr. Castiel James, please don’t move too much,” a nurse says, her tone firm but gentle. “You’ve been through extensive surgery. Try to stay still.” Surgery? I att
Castiel’s P.O.VThe sound of sirens is all I can remember, the flashing red lights blinding me like a nightmare I can’t wake up from. I was lying there, somewhere between consciousness and oblivion, feeling my body grow heavier by the second. The paramedics were saying things—words I couldn’t fully understand…like they were too far away.They moved me, lifting me onto a stretcher with practiced hands, but everything felt wrong. I should have been with Damien. He needed me.“Damien!” I screamed, but no one seemed to hear me.I saw him, unconscious, being wheeled into another ambulance. I wanted to reach for him, to run to him, but my body wouldn’t listen. My hands wouldn’t obey. Every time I tried to move, pain shot through me, sharp and unforgiving. I struggled, my breaths coming faster, more frantic, but the paramedics were too strong. They held me down.“Let me go!” I demanded. “Damien... where are you taking him?”“Calm down,” one of the paramedics said, his voice distant, like I w
Castiel’s P.O.V“Y-You…you—”I try to speak, but my voice betrays me. I can’t form proper words, let alone sentences. If this was the effect of the circle of power around Damien and Elijah…then what was Damien going through inside of it?Dominic kneels down beside me, his expression kind and regretful. “I’m here. I know I’m late, but this time, I didn’t want to disappoint Damien like I had my entire life.”The world still feels hazy, my head spinning with the remnants of pain, but I cling to the words Dominic just spoke. *He didn’t want to disappoint Damien.* That’s why he’s here. That’s why he’s risking everything to help now.I’ve always known Dominic had power—his quiet strength, the way he could always stay calm in the most chaotic situations—but I never expected this. Never expected him to come for us. For
Castiel’s P.O.VMy feet feel like they’re sinking into the ground as I step closer, the heat from the swirling vortex of fire and electricity surrounding Damien and Elijah almost unbearable. Every instinct screams for me to turn back, to run as far away from this circle of death as possible. But I can’t. Not when Damien is in the middle of it, struggling to keep Elijah at bay.The air is thick with tension, the crackling of electricity and the hiss of flames making it sound like a warzone. I can hear their grunts, the desperate sounds of two powerful beings locked in a struggle, neither one willing to give an inch. I can feel the strain in my chest as my heart beats wildly, the intensity of the scene making my pulse spike with every passing second.Damien... He shouldn’t be able to hold up like this. Not against Elijah. Damien isn’t an Enigma. He’s not one of the rare, all-powerful beings capable of things eve
Castiel’s P.O.VI can feel the tension crackling in the air between us, the heat of the moment sinking into my bones. Aaron's gaze shifts from the barrel of the gun to me, the sneer still curling his lips. He thinks he has the upper hand, still.“You think this will work?” Aaron growls, his eyes flicking down to the gun. “You think a simple bullet is going to stop me?”But I’ve had enough of this. Enough of his threats. Enough of this game of power.His hands are already moving, preparing to summon the ice again, but I don’t wait. I tighten my grip on his arm, pulling his hand closer, forcing him to feel the weight of my strength. His ice starts to form, the cold creeping in, but this time, I don’t give him the chance to get the upper hand.“Try it,” I mutter through clenched teeth. “Try to block me.”The confidence in his expression falters as I push ha
Castiel’s P.O.VThe air was crackling like the fuse of a bomb just waiting to explode. I can feel it deep in my bones—the roar of power swirling around me, the weight of it pressing down on everything. I keep my hand firmly on Damien’s shoulder, grounding myself, grounding him.He’s burning with power, his sleeves aflame, his hands crackling with fire as he counters Elijah’s electricity. I can see the sparks flying everywhere, and despite the chaos, I’m more focused on him than anything else. My heart pounds in my chest, my energy draining slowly, but I can’t let Damien see how much I’m struggling. Not yet.I’ve always known this moment was coming, the one where everything breaks down, where we’re pushed to the edge. But nothing prepares you for the full weight of a battle like this, not when everything you hold dear is at stake.The sound of the fighting is deafening. Our men are clashing with Elijah’s guards, their shouts and grunts filling the air, and the violence is everywhere in