#Remember when you were at that first moment of light and creation #When your brother told you to not step on that fish #And you didn’t? #Remember when you were told to step into hell with your brothers and sisters #and lay siege to it #rescue a man #and you did? #Remember when you found your dead siblings #maimed with wounds that could only be done by weapons at your own disposal #and you felt doubt? #Remember when you were seated on that bench #You’re not a hammer#You have doubts? #Remember when that doubt ceased upon itself as you took the righteous man out of than room #and promised him #You’ll hold them off #You’ll hold them all off #Remember when it slithered its way back in #at the face of another apocalyptic vendetta #and a betrayal of the people you’re doing it for #And now you’re sitting there with a resolve so steadfast #gritting words through blood stained teeth #because from all these mistakes and remebrances you’ve learned #that it’s doubt that made you imperfect #But imperfect is what you and every other angel is supposed to be [x]
That time when Cas finally said that just because they were soldiers doesn’t mean the they were machines. That angels are people. And that they were not made to simply obey. They were made to protect and watch over and somehow, along the way they forgot that.