Biography
[Verse 1]
I'm breathing in
And breaking down
I feel my time is running out
The fire in my heart will burn me to the ground
I did my part
I tried my best
The things I'm fighting to protect
Always shatter into pieces in the end, oh
[Hook]
I'm broken and I'm barely breathing
I'm falling cause my heart stopped beating
If this is how it all goes down tonight
If this is how you bring me back to life
Woah, woah
This is what it's like when we collide
Woah, woah
If this is how you bring me back to life
[Verse 2]
I'm up in blood, abundant dry
My heart's been beating all the time
To help this broken body live another night
Battlecry, is the damage done?
Who has lost and who has won?
Who will be there when my life's support is gone?
[Hook]
I'm broken and I'm barely breathing
I'm falling 'cause my heart stopped beating
If this is how it all goes down tonight
If this is how you bring me back to life
Woah, woah
This is what it's like when we collide
Woah, woah
If this is how you bring me back to life
[Bridge]
I'm breathing
I lost all feeling
I'm barely breathing
Still holding on
I'm broken and I'm barely breathing
I'm falling cause my heart stopped beating
If this is how it all goes down tonight
If this is how you bring me back to life
[Hook]
I'm broken and I'm barely breathing
I'm falling 'cause my heart stopped beating
If this is how it all goes down tonight
If this is how you bring me back to life
This is what it's like when we collide
If this is how you bring me back to life
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=IztjWxOcouE
Breeding Info
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| Personality
"Yeah, and, unfortunately I think this one's especially bad." He glanced down at the images on the screen, saying, "Seems like this Castiel was pretty badass in the old days. One of the really powerful angels. Check out some of these illustrations." He turned the laptop toward Dean and pointed to a dramatic gilded illustration from an old illuminated manuscript. Dean leaned closer to look.
It was a beautiful illustration, painstakingly detailed. An angel was shown hovering in a whirling wind. Massive wings were spread behind him, every feather perfect and gleaming, and a great cloud of silver sparks was showering down around him. In one hand the angel was brandishing a silver sword, and from the other hand a tremendous beam of silver light shot down to the ground below. The angel's eyes were gleaming eerily with silver light, the expression on his face cold and fierce. The sparks, the sword, the feathers on the wings, and even the angel's eyes had all been coated in fine hammered silver leaf, so that the whole angel seemed to be glittering.
Below the angel, people cowered in terror on the ground as the silver sword and the great ray of light descended toward them. The frightened people were all covering their ears, screaming, while flames shot from their eyes. Tiny dark demons scuttled toward the sides of the illustration, their bodies bursting into flame. On the horizon an entire town was burning.
An ornate inscription below the image said "CASTIEL".
"Oh, he looks friendly," said Dean.
"Yeah," said Sam, with a little huff of a laugh. "Real old-school type. Brought visions, smote the wicked, drove out demons. Purified cities, and you know what that means. Full on soldier-of-God type stuff, thunder and lightning, the works. Basically a hell of a scary guy."
Preferences
"Archangel?" asked Dean, still peering at the illustration.
"No, not an archangel, as far as I could tell. A couple sources say he's a seraph, not that it's ever been clear what that means exactly. Pretty high up, though, that's clear. One of the commanders or something. Though it seems like he hasn't been down here in a couple thousand years - all the lore on him is really ancient. But, Dean, here's the thing: he fell from Heaven recently."
Dean raised an eyebrow. "You mean, last year? All the angels fell last year."
"No, before that," said Sam. "About four years ago, I think. I called around, late last night, and got some intel from a couple other hunters. Some of them have heard angels talking, and what they heard is that this Castiel went into full-on Lucifer mode right around the time of the Apocalypse. Totally rebelled, got cast out of Heaven. Nobody seems to be sure if he was working with Lucifer or what. And then, after the Apocalypse, he actually tried to take over as God and killed a ton of people. Even killed a ton of angels."
Dean whistled. "Ambitious. That takes some major mojo."
"Yup. This guy plays big. And then, get this." Sam looked up at Dean, very serious. "He's apparently the one who cast the angels out of Heaven."
At that, Dean pulled one of the green vinyl chairs closer, and sat down next to Sam. He looked again at the glittering angel in the ancient illustration, and the people cowering below.
Special Skills
"Well, maybe that's why Crowley was so amused. Seems like Castiel's a major player that we've just missed entirely. But, Dean, it's not like our memories from then are really all that reliable, you know?" Sam's mouth twisted ruefully.
Dean was silent for a long moment, thinking. They'd both been disturbed recently to discover that there were a lot of puzzling gaps in their memories of the last several years. Neither could seem to remember the details of some key events - like how they'd each gotten out of Hell, or how exactly Sam had gotten rid of the Lucifer-ghost that had been driving him mad. Comparing notes, they'd then realized there were several other times that they seemed to remember differently. Sam, for example, was positive it was Dean who'd tossed the holy fire at the archangel Michael, while Dean was sure it had been Bobby. And since nobody else had been there, they had been unable to figure out whose memory was right.
There's a lot of pieces missing, thought Dean. And we don't know why.
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