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       “I’m aware of what you are.” Of course he knows; Castiel is an angel of the Lord. He doesn’t need a demonstration, and he doesn’t need a demon (or maybe not a full demon, in this case, but he seems to be a demon in every way that matters) lecturing him about names and titles. It’s hard to argue with a soul or a true face, and he knows exactly what he’s been staring down. “Regardless of what you sat you are, you are an abomination.”

     _{❝ humanity is the only abomination that can think of. unless, you’re talking about yourself and your kind. ❞ a slight smirk pulled at his lips for a few moments as he made his way forward,} 

❝ i might not be fully anything, but what you call an abomination, i call wasn’t given a choice —- you spend enough time around a species and you might start acting like them. ❞

      _{❝ however, i’ve always wondered; are all angels like this? i thought they would have been far more… forgiving and accepting. i mean, i didn’t chose this —- i simply decided to make this life my own, and if that mean’s tearing apart someone to get what i want? so be it.❞}