Castiel’s P.O.V
I led Damien to his room, careful with each step as he leaned on me. He didn’t need help to get to the bed, but I insisted, wanting to make sure he was comfortable. It wasn’t just about physical care; it was about showing him that I was there for him in every way possible.
Once we reached the bed, I gently helped him sit down; making sure his back was well supported by the soft pillows. He looked up at me with those piercing eyes, and for a moment, the world outside seemed to fade away.
“What do you need, Damien?” I asked, my voice low, soft. I wasn’t sure what he was feeling, but I wanted to be there for whatever he needed, even if it was something as simple as a company.
“What are you offering?” He asked, his voice hoarse.
“Anything.”
The word slipped out without thinking, and as soon as it did, I realized just how loaded it sounded. The hint of a
Elijah’s P.O.VThe car rolled to a stop in front of my mansion, the soft crunch of gravel under the tires fading into the cold, quiet evening. I stepped out, the crisp night air brushing against my face, and adjusted the cuffs of my jacket. The grand the mansion loomed before me, it stood like a fortress, a testament to my power, but tonight, I had something else on my mind.Aaron, my ever-loyal right-hand man, was already at my side, his tablet tucked under one arm. His face carried that usual stern professionalism, but I caught a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes.“The new club in Brooklyn is exceeding expectations,” he began, walking slightly behind me as I made my way up the steps. “VIP memberships are up by 20%, and we’ve had no major incidents. The Queens location, however, saw a slight dip in—”I held up a hand, stopping him mid-sentence. I didn’t even glance his way, my
Damien’s P.O.V The early morning light filtered through the heavy curtains of my bedroom, casting a warm, golden glow across the room. My eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, I just lay there, staring at the ceiling. The quiet hum of the city outside was muted and distant—an almost welcome change from the chaos that usually defined my life.I turned my head slightly, my gaze falling on the figure lying beside me. Castiel. His blonde hair was a tousled mess, his breathing soft and even. He was turned away from me, his shoulders rising and falling with each slow inhale. I couldn’t help but smile.It wasn’t just the sight of him, though that alone was enough to stir something warm and unfamiliar in my chest. It was the peace of the moment, the sheer contentment of waking up next to someone and feeling… safe. I hadn’t felt like this in years, maybe ever.Leaning over, I brushed my lips
Castiel’s P.O.V The cold emptiness next to me on the bed startled me awake. I blinked against the sunlight coming in through the windows, my heart skipping a beat as I reached out to touch the sheets. They were cool. Damien wasn’t there.“Damien?” I called softly, sitting up. The room was bathed in the early morning sunlight, but there was no sign of him.I ran a hand through my hair, trying to shake off the haze of sleep. He shouldn’t be wandering around, not with his injuries. My eyes scanned the room, catching nothing but stillness. Then I heard it—the sound of running water.The bathroom.A surge of worry shot through me as I threw off the covers and hurried toward the bathroom door. I could hear the steady splash of water against the sink, and my chest tightened. Was he trying to bathe? If he got the bandages wet, it could ruin the stitches.“Damie
Castiel’s P.O.V The moment I stepped into the front office, I heard her before I saw her. “Castiel!” My heart leaped as Celia’s voice rang out, clear and full of excitement. She burst through the doorway like a tiny whirlwind, her braid bouncing behind her as she ran straight into my arms. I caught her mid-air and spun her around, her laughter like music I hadn’t heard in far too long. “I can’t believe it’s you!” she exclaimed, her voice muffled as she buried her face in my shoulder. “I missed you so much,” I said, my voice thick with emotion as I kissed her forehead, her cheeks, and the tip of her nose. “How have you been? Are they treating you well here? Are you eating enough?” The questions spilled out before I could stop myself. Celia pulled back just enough to look at me, her hands still gripping my shoulders. “I’m fine, Cas. Everything’s great here. But I missed you more!” She beamed, her smile wide and infectious. “Not possible,” I teased, hugging her tightly again. “No
Castiel’s P.O.V I can’t remember the last time I’d felt this alive. The world around me was a blur of color and sound, the bright lights of the carnival casting their glow across every stall, every ride, every corner of this strange little world. Celia was practically skipping beside me, her excitement bubbling over like a fizzy soda about to pop, and I couldn’t help but mirror her energy.We were two peas in a pod today, hopping from one attraction to another, tasting every weird and wonderful concoction we could find, laughing and shouting between mouthfuls.“Castiel, look!” Celia practically yells as she holds up a plush bear the size of her body. “This one is for Mia! She loves bears!”I take the plush bear from her with a grin, shaking my head in disbelief. “Are you sure she can carry this thing?” I say, lifting it with exaggerated effort. “It’s bigger than she is.”Celia giggles and nods, “She’ll love it! She’s so strong!”She’s already onto the next stall, pulling me along by
Castiel’s P.O.V “Hey, I…I’ll be right back,” I told Damien, my voice a little more distant than I meant it to be. He didn’t seem to notice, too wrapped up in Celia’s excitement as she clutched the giant teddy bear to her chest, pointing out more toys for Damien to win. “I’ll just…find the washroom.”Damien gave me a brief nod, his attention already drifting back to the booth where he’d been trying his luck again. “Sure, take your time. I’ll look after Celia.”I forced a smile and nodded, then turned on my heel, walking away from them as quickly as I could without looking suspicious. I didn’t know why I needed to follow that shadowy figure in the crowd, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right…that I knew that person.I told myself it was probably nothing. A random person in the crowd. Maybe it was just the chaotic atmosphere of the carnival, with its flashing lights and buzzing noise, that was getting to me. But as I pushed through the crowd, scanning every face I
Castiel’s P.O.V Celia clutched her carnival goodies tightly, almost drowning in a sea of toys, looking up at me with her usual wide-eyed excitement. We were standing in front of her school gate, and it was time to say goodbye again, until next time. The Principal stood a few feet away, waiting to escort her inside.“You sure you don’t want to come in with me, Castiel?” she asked, her voice a little hesitant but more excited than anything. “I could show you my classroom! My friends would love to meet you.”I chuckled softly, crouching down to her level. “You go ahead, sweetheart, it’s getting close to bedtime. Go show your friends all those souvenirs you got them.”Her eyes sparkled. “I’m going to tell them all about the big bear I won! I’ll share some of the candy too!” She held up a small bag of candy she’d pocketed from the carnival, smiling proudly at
Castiel’s P.O.V The emerald on the ring caught the faint light of the room as I turned my hand again, watching how the gem gleamed like it was alive. I couldn’t stop staring. My finger felt strange, heavy with the weight of something so valuable. My throat tightened every time I remembered the price the auctioneer had mentioned to me. Two million dollars.Two. Million.“You’re going to bore a hole through that thing with how hard you’re staring at it.” Damien’s voice was calm and teasing as he stepped out of the closet, already dressed in a casual attire. “It’s just a ring, Cas.”“Just a ring?” I blurted, finally tearing my gaze away to glare at him. “This is two million dollars sitting on my finger, Damien. Do you have any idea how ridiculous that is? Who spends that kind of money on a ring?”“You’re acting like I handed you a Faberg&e
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