Cas
Castiel was an angel, or rather, he had been an angel. Dean had yet to decide which thought he conformed to. Cas, though, was a holy being that had wings, Grace, and a metaphorical halo. Wait, no. He had been. He pretty much exhaled purity at times still, to Dean’s utter disapproval. The thing about Cas, Dean noticed, was that he was, in every way notable, human. After four years blundering on this hunk of dirt and stone, Cas had begun accommodating to the times. Where he had once had a stick up his ass, there was a relaxed – almost annoyingly so – personality. It was an acceptance that Dean didn’t know possible for the man who had personally brought Heaven to Earth. Cas had easily accepted his fate as a new human; he allowed God to have that power over him. And if, in return, Castiel had to learn to eat, bathe, and use the john on the way to acceptance, then goddammit, he would.
His features began to soften when eased, tense in confusion, and scrunch in concentration. His blue eyes no longer shown with Grace, and his wings no longer flung open when irritated. That had been ripped from him, with the smell of ozone and ash. Now Cas had dark blue eyes and a steady perception of right and wrong. While he still smelled slightly of flames and ozone, the added smells of sweat and exhaustion balanced it out. Dean couldn’t help but noticed, either, that Cas was becoming forgetful. He sometimes forgot to shower, permeating the entire bunker with the stench of workout. He forgot to eat, the halls echoing with mumbles and grumbles. The one Dean found most humorous though, was when Cas forgot to piss, running down the hallway shouting and holding his crotch. Dean couldn’t help but laugh at him. He has become so utterly human.
Cas didn’t appreciate Dean’s humor; he got grumpy, flexing his shoulders as if the wings still existed. Whether he was attempting to peacock or intimidate, Dean didn’t know, leaving the ex-angel to stew in his own anger. Eventually Cas came around, cheeks flushed and doe-eyed, apologizing for nothing.
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I wrote this for my AP English class. It's a work on Narrative vs. Desciptive. Hope you enjoyed it.
