Castiel's P.O.V
The 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.VWe stepped out onto the hospital's terrace, the cool evening air a welcome respite from the stifling tension that had been building inside me. The city skyline stretched out before us, a twinkling expanse of lights that seemed to pulse with a life of their own. Stephen leaned against the railing, his eyes fixed on some point in the distance. I stood beside him, my eyes fixed on his profile, waiting for him to begin."Damien and I…we go way back, before he even became the Don of the Dragon Syndicate," Stephen said finally, his voice low and hesitant. "We've known each other for a long time, Castiel. We've been through a lot together." He paused, his eyes clouding over with memories. "Damien's past is... complicated. He's been hurt, Castiel. Deeply hurt. And he's built walls around himself to protect himself from getting hurt again.""What happened to him?" I asked, my voice barely a
Castiel’s P.O.VTwo years later, life had settled into a rhythm. The quiet days of simply living with Damien were now filled with the soft cooing of a little girl, our little girl. Our journey to parenthood hadn’t been the traditional one, but it had been ours, and in the end, that was all that mattered.The decision to pursue surrogacy had been one we made together after countless conversations, sleepless nights, and more than a few tears. It was the right choice, and as I watched Damien cradling our daughter in his arms, I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed with emotion.She was perfect. Her tiny hands curled into fists as Damien gently rocked her back and forth, her face still scrunched up in that adorable, baby-like confusion. His deep voice hummed a soft tune as he cooed to her, trying to get her to focus on him. The sight of him like this—so gentle, so tender—always made my heart skip. He had become a complete
Castiel’s P.O.VThe soft murmur of waves filled the air, a rhythmic lull that blended with the distant chatter of guests. A salty breeze carried the scent of the ocean, mingling with the fragrance of fresh roses and lilies. As I stood at the entrance of the resort’s private beach, my heart pounded in my chest. The sight before me was breathtaking.The ceremony space was set on a wide wooden deck extending toward the shoreline. Fairy lights draped overhead, twinkling like stars against the deepening hues of the sunset sky. Rows of white chairs lined either side of the aisle, each adorned with delicate golden ribbons that fluttered gently in the evening breeze. The path itself was covered in a thin layer of ivory rose petals, leading to a grand arch at the end, wrapped in white silk and lush greenery. Soft lanterns cast a golden glow around the space, their reflections dancing on the surface of the water.“You okay?&r
Castiel’s P.O.VThe urgency in Damien’s voice had struck me in a way I couldn’t shake off. My heart was already racing as I stood up, the sudden sense of unease creeping up my spine. Without thinking, I turned toward the door and started walking briskly toward the main hall. Stephan was right behind me, his footsteps quick, the same uncertainty in his voice when he asked, “What happened? What did Damien say?”“I don’t know,” I replied quickly, glancing over my shoulder at him. “But his voice sounded…urgent. He said he needed me now.”We reached the entrance to the main hall, and I threw open the door without hesitation. The first thing I noticed was the oppressive darkness inside. The room was completely black, the absence of light making it feel heavier, like a weight pressing down on my chest. My confusion spiked, and I called out for Damien, my voice echoing in the silence.
Castiel’s P.O.VFour months had passed, and yet the night air still carried a faint scent of flowers, a quiet reminder that the world continued on, indifferent to the storms we had weathered. The soft ripple of the pool’s water mirrored the calm that had settled over us, though the memories of everything that had transpired still lingered in the back of my mind.I dipped my feet into the cool water, the sensation grounding me, helping me to keep my thoughts from drifting too far back. The quiet evening wrapped around us, the hum of insects and distant voices blending into the background. Stephan sat beside me, just as he always had, and for a moment, it felt like things were returning to normal, even if the world we inhabited was anything but.“I never imagined I’d get the chance to do this again,” Stephan said, his voice breaking the stillness. He kicked his feet gently in the water, his eyes reflecting a sense of
Castiel’s P.O.VIt had been two weeks since Damien’s surgery, and though he was much more stable now, the hollow look in his eyes told me there was still a storm brewing inside of him. He hadn’t spoken much since we’d come out of his cabin. Even now, as I wheeled him down the sterile, cold hospital hallway, he was quiet—distant in a way that told me he was bracing himself for something he couldn’t control.I pushed the wheelchair slowly, keeping my eyes forward, not daring to look at him, knowing how the weight of everything that was about to happen must be pressing down on him. I could feel the tension radiating from him, thick and suffocating. When we reached Elijah’s room, my heart sank. This would be the first time I had ever stepped inside it, and I wasn’t sure if I was ready for what I was about to witness.I don’t think anyone could be prepared for such a sight.The room was dim
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