Castiel’s P.O.V
The cold air inside the warehouse prickled against my skin, a harsh contrast to the stuffy warmth outside. I leaned against one of the steel support beams, trying to steady my nerves as the sound of muffled voices echoed off the concrete walls.
People scurried around under Stephan’s watchful eye, moving crates, arranging tables, and setting up the stage. The faint hum of machinery buzzed in the background, blending with the clatter of footsteps and clipped orders.
This place reeked of tension, of money, of power—of the kind of danger that came with men like Damien. And now, me.
Stephan clipped orders to one of the staff caught my attention. “Keep the west entrance locked. I don’t care if you double the guards—triple them if you have to. I don’t want a single soul getting in or out without clearance.”
I watched him as he moved, his sharp tone slicing through the air li
Castiel's P.O.VThe grand ballroom was abuzz with activity, the sound of chatter and laughter filling the air. The auction event had officially begun, and guests were streaming in, dressed to the nines in their finest attire. I stood off to the side, surveying the scene before me. Stephen was by my side, and together we were tasked with ensuring that everything ran smoothly.We made our way through the crowds, nodding and smiling at the guests as we passed. The atmosphere was lively, with everyone eager to get a glimpse of the goods that would be up for auction. I spotted a few familiar faces, famous people I’d heard about in the news, including some of the other servants and a handful of other guards. But there were also many new faces, people I had never seen before.At the back of the room, I could see the staff scurrying about, getting everything ready for the main event. The goods that would be up f
Castiel's P.O.VI frantically scanned the room, trying to catch someone's eye, anyone's eye, to give them a signal that something was terribly wrong. I tried to subtly nod towards Stephan, to warn someone that Reed had discovered Damien's games, but before I could even attempt to do so, I was pulled away from the stage and dragged out through the back door.Reed's grip on my arm was like a vice, and I stumbled as he yanked me through the empty hallway. I tried to dig my heels into the floor, to slow him down, but he was too strong. He pulled me through the door and into a different hallway, the sudden change in temperature making my head spin.I struggled to free myself, but Reed's grip only tightened. He spun me around, slamming me up against the wall. I gasped, the wind knocked out of me, and Reed's face loomed in front of mine, his eyes blazing with anger."You're a clever little
Castiel's P.O.VThe alarm blared out in all the rooms and hallways, its piercing siren echoing off the walls. Reed's face turned red with rage, and he cursed at me, his voice low and menacing. "You fool!" he spat. "You've just ruined your only chance at survival. You'll pay for this, Castiel. Oh, how you'll pay."I stood tall, my eyes locked on Reed's. "If you really wanted me to survive, you wouldn't have tried to kill me along with Damien in the first place," I told him. “You never wanted me to survive in the first place. You just wanted to use me to get to Damien.”Reed's eyes narrowed, his face twisted in anger. "You think you're clever, don't you?" he sneered. "But you're not. You're just a pawn in a much larger game."I shook my head, my eyes never leaving Reed's. "I'm not a pawn," I said. "I'm a player. And I'm not going to let you win without a fight."&nbs
Castiel's P.O.VI tried to stay close to Arc, keep him from going anywhere, as Damien and Reed clashed in a flurry of punches and kicks. The sound of their fighting echoed through the hallway, punctuated by the occasional crash of a vase or the splintering of wood. I winced with each blow, my heart racing with fear for Damien's safety.But despite my fear, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at Damien's skill. He was a master fighter, his movements swift and deadly. Reed, on the other hand, seemed to be relying on his powers to control the electronics in the building. He kept using his power to switch off the lights, plunging the hallway into darkness. It was a clever tactic, but Damien was not easily caught off guard.I watched in amazement as Damien adapted to the changing circumstances, his eyes adjusting to the darkness with ease. He moved with a fluidity that was almost supernatural, his fists f
Castiel's P.O.VThe sound of the shot was like a crack of thunder in my ears. Everything seemed to slow down, like time itself was bending and warping around me. I saw Damien's body jerk violently, his eyes wide with shock and pain. And then, before I could even react, his body landed on top of me, crushing me beneath its weight as he lost consciousness.I was flabbergasted, my mind reeling with the implications of what I was seeing. Damien's body was heavy and warm, and I could feel his heart still beating against my chest. But even as I felt a surge of hope, panic followed soon after. The smell of burnt flesh was unbearable, and I could see the blood spreading across Damien's shirt like a stain.My eyes widened in horror as I realized that Damien had taken the shot for me. He had thrown himself in front of me, sacrificing himself to save my life. I felt a wave of emotion wash over me, a mix of grief and gratitude that threatened to overwhelm me.I tried to push Damien's body off of m
Castiel's P.O.VI paced back and forth outside the operating room, my mind a jumbled mess of thoughts and emotions. Stephen stood beside me, his expression somber and concerned. We had been waiting for what felt like an eternity, and I couldn't shake off the feeling of guilt that had been weighing heavily on my conscience.Damien had taken a bullet for me, putting his own life at risk to protect mine. The memory of that moment was etched vividly in my mind - the sound of the gunshot, the feeling of Damien's body shielding mine, the sight of him crumpling against me. I couldn't help but wonder if I would ever be able to repay him for his selfless act.He didn’t have to…but he had saved me. He had stood in front of that bullet, and he had chosen to protect me…I couldn't help but think about the events that had led us to this point. Damien and I had been through thick and thin together, and I had grown to rely on him as more than just an employee, or someone who was indebted to him. Th
Castiel's P.O.VI pushed open the door to Damien's hospital room, my eyes scanning the dimly lit space. The machines surrounding his bed beeped softly, casting an eerie glow over the room. I approached the bed, my gaze falling on Damien's sleeping face. For a moment, I just stood there, taking in the sight of him.He looked... different. Younger, somehow. Vulnerable. I had never seen him like this before. Even in his most relaxed moments, there was always a hint of tension, a sense of coiled energy waiting to be unleashed. But now, as he lay sleeping, he seemed almost... fragile.I felt a pang in my chest, a sense of tenderness that I couldn't quite explain. I reached out a hand, gently brushing a strand of hair out of Damien's face. His skin was warm to the touch, and I could feel the soft rise and fall of his chest as he breathed.I took a step back, my eyes never leaving Damien's face. I had never felt this way about him before. I had always seen him as strong, capable, and confide
Castiel's P.O.VIt felt like I'd been punched in the gut. Did Damien just say... Gabriel? I must have misheard him…right? I leaned in closer, my voice shaking slightly as I tried to correct him. "Damien, my name is Castiel. Not Gabriel."But Damien just kept talking, his words slurred and nonsensical. "Gabriel, please don't leave me. Come back to me…please.” His voice cracked with emotion. “I miss you so much."I felt a pang of confusion and concern. Who was Gabriel, and why was Damien calling out to him so desperately?I tried to reason with Damien, to bring him back to reality. "Damien, I'm right here. It's me, Castiel. You're safe." But he just kept talking, his words pouring out in a feverish stream. "Gabriel, I'm sorry…Gabriel…”I felt like I was watching a train wreck in slow motion. Damien's words were like a p
Castiel’s P.O.VElijah stood still for a moment, his gaze cold and calculating. Then, without a word, he took a single step forward. As he moved, a crackling energy surged around him, an electric current that sent sparks flying from his body and into the sand. The particles sizzled and burned, and before I could even blink, shards of glass-like material began to form, shimmering in the air, as smoke curled up from the scorched earth. The sight was overwhelming, and the intensity of the power radiating from Elijah hit me like a wave.For a brief second, my heart pounded in my chest, and fear gripped my mind. My instincts screamed to run, to find safety, to protect myself. But I forced my breathing to slow, willing myself to stay calm. I couldn’t let Elijah see the fear. Not now. Not when it would only give him the satisfaction of knowing he had some kind of control over me.Elijah took another step closer, and the ground beneath him s
Castiel’s P.O.VMy heart pounded in my chest as I watched the figure in front of me—tall, poised, and undeniably familiar. Elijah. A part of me felt my breath catch in my throat, but I shoved it aside, refusing to let any emotion show. Instead, my instincts kicked in, and before I could think, I stood quickly, stepping in front of Celia to shield her from whatever Elijah might throw at us next.I glanced at her, my voice low and urgent. “Celia, go to Tanner. Stay with him. Don’t come back until I find you.” I didn’t wait for her response; I couldn’t. I needed to get her away from Elijah. She hesitated for a moment, her eyes flickering between Elijah and me, but the fear in them was enough to make her nod, even if she didn’t fully understand the danger.“Stay safe, Castiel,” she whispered before turning to run off, disappearing into the distance.The second she was o
Castiel’s P.O.VThe sand beneath our feet was cool and soft, the faint sound of waves crashing against the shore acting as a gentle, constant backdrop to the heavy silence between us. I walked beside Celia, my hand resting lightly on her shoulder, guiding her away from the crowded beach and toward a quieter, more isolated stretch of sand. Her eyes were still red, tears streaking her face, and my heart felt like it was breaking with every shaky breath she took. I had expected a lot of things today—anger, confusion, maybe even guilt. But hearing her words had left me completely lost, speechless.She had told me, in no uncertain terms, that I had ruined her life. That I had taken everything from her. And the worst part was that I couldn’t deny it. I could feel the sting of her words echoing in my chest, each one digging deeper into a wound I didn’t even realize I had opened.We stopped by a large rock near the sh
Castiel’s P.O.VThe smell of grilled fish filled the air, mingling with the salty breeze drifting in from the ocean just a few blocks away. The restaurant was small and cozy, the kind of place where everyone knew each other, where the regulars came in every afternoon to talk about their day over a plate of fresh seafood. It was peaceful. It was steady. And for the first time in a long time, I felt like I could breathe again.I wiped my hands on my apron as I stepped out from behind the counter, balancing two plates in my hands. The customers at table five grinned as I set their food down, exchanging pleasantries as I smiled back. It wasn’t much, this life I had built in the past week, but it was enough to keep me standing. Enough to keep me from drowning in the weight of everything I had lost.South Beach, Staten Islands, wasn’t all that far from New York, but still, it felt like a fresh start. All thanks to Tanner,
Damien’s P.O.V He looked like a shell of the man he once was—ripped apart by the people he had crossed, the plans he had made, and the lies he had lived. And yet, in the midst of his suffering, he still managed to speak with a biting edge, like he was trying to get under my skin even now."I am a fool, Damien," Gabriel rasped, his voice dripping with bitter truth. “A complete fool.”I paused, gripping him tighter as he tried to stand on his own. “What the hell are you talking about?” I asked, my patience wearing thin again. I didn’t have time for cryptic bullshit.Gabriel’s lips curled into a pained grin, though it was more of a grimace than a smile. He was clearly struggling, but the words that came next hit me harder than I expected.“I’ve been a fool to love him. To care for Elijah all this time,” Gabriel continued, his voice thick with something like disdain, but also a hint of pity. “He’s been using me, Damien. All this time, he’s been using me for my abilities.”The words hit m
Damien’s P.O.VI stand by the large glass window in my room, staring out at the garden. The trees sway gently in the wind, their leaves rustling in a way that should be calming, but it only seems to make my thoughts more chaotic. The faint glow of streetlights beyond the garden casts an eerie light on everything, but I hardly notice. All I can think about is Castiel. Where the hell is he?Two days. It’s been two days since I last saw him. Two days since he drove off in my car, taking his sister Celia with him. The thought gnawed at me like a constant ache in my chest.I’ve asked myself a hundred times why he did it. Why take Celia? Why disappear like this? Castiel, the one person who seemed to understand me, the one person I allowed myself to trust—gone.Stephan had asked me if he wanted to spread a red alert, to have all our resources search for Castiel. It was one of the surest ways to find him. But it wasn’t the right one.I didn’t want anyone else involved in this. I didn’t want t
Castiel’s P.O.VThe sunlight creeps through the small crack in the curtains, casting a soft, golden glow on the walls of the room. It’s the kind of light that should make everything feel warm, but all I can feel is a cold numbness spreading through my veins.My body refuses to move. I haven’t slept, not really. My eyes are swollen from crying, the aftermath of an emotional storm that seemed never-ending. My head feels heavy like it’s been filled with too much noise and not enough peace. But despite everything, there’s a numbness that blankets me, a fog that makes it hard to distinguish between the past few hours and the haze of my own mind.I turn my head to stare at the cracked walls above me, willing them to hold some kind of answer. Anything that could make this pain stop. But nothing comes.I’ve cried enough. The tears, the sobs, the silent misery that rattled through me all night, hidde
Damien’s P.O.VI stared at the ring for what felt like an eternity, my grip tightening around it, the cold metal digging into my palm. It was supposed to mean something more than this. I had chosen it for him, picked it out with the hope that it would be a sign—a symbol of the good he had brought into my life, a representation of everything I’d never been able to express to him in words. Instead, I had handed it to him carelessly, like it was just a trinket, a piece of jewelry meant to impress, not something that held the weight of my feelings.I remembered the ride back from the carnival, the happiest day of my life. Castiel had been telling me how the carnival only held things for children and he hadn't been able to buy anything to bring back for Stephan.That’s when I had handed the box to him…casually tossing it as if it was just another souvenir. I had been nervous, I had been anxious for his reaction…but now, all those felt like petty excuses.I let out a sharp breath, frustrati
Damien’s P.O.VThe car ride back to the mansion felt like an eternity. Every second dragged on, and every thought in my head twisted tighter, more suffocating. I couldn’t stop thinking about Castiel—how I’d failed him, how I’d let everything slip through my fingers. The guilt weighed heavy, and the more I thought about it, the worse it became.Stephan sat beside me, unusually quiet. I could feel his eyes on me from time to time, but I didn’t want to meet his gaze. I didn’t deserve to. Not after what had happened.But I couldn’t stand the silence any longer. The sound of my own thoughts was starting to suffocate me, so I finally turned to Stefan.“What…what was he like?” I asked, my voice hoarse. “Castiel, I mean. When you met him.”Stephan shifted slightly in his seat, staring out the window. “He was broken,” he said quietly, not meeting my gaze. “I’ve never seen anyone so shattered. Whatever he saw or heard inside that venue... it affected him so deeply. He could barely keep himself