"castiel" poems
He started it all
The **** apocalypse
Castiel tells him it’s not his fault
But it is
There’s no one else to blame
He got himself sent to hell
Sold his soul for his own selfishness
He started it all
The **** apocalypse
He turns away
He won’t look at Castiel
It has to be him
You started it, you finish it
That’s what Castiel tells him
He started it all
The **** apocalypse
He’s not a hero
A tear slips down his face
And he hides it away
He’s not strong enough
Castiel takes his hand, warm and gentle
He started it all
The **** apocalypse
Castiel tells him he won’t leave him
Won’t let him stop the apocalypse alone
Tells him that he got him out of hell
That he broke the seal as well
Castiel still holds his hand, warm and gentle
Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 2:10 PM UTC
i am a killer with good intentions, angel
you saw as your wings held back the nightmares
you fell from heaven as i crawled from hell
but against all odds, you're the one who cares
sometimes angels miss heaven and safety
but i will make this place your second home
even if you've been feeling lost lately
i promise you will never feel alone
if i **** you one day please forgive me
the poison runs black through my veins on some days
i can control it if it's you i see
but sometimes i can't see past the mad daze
but when my eyes open, i see what i've done
that's when the real godly war has begun.
Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 1:47 PM UTC
He pleads and shouts
Get away!
That he’ll only get hurt
If he cradles the angel to his chest
There’s blood on his face
Grace leaking from a wound
And Dean holds on tight
Not wanting to let go
Please Dean, he’ll beg
You’ve got to get away.
I’m not leaving my angel
He’ll reply
He holds him close
More of the bright grace
Spilling to the floor
Hold on tight
Don’t let him go
He can’t go
I need him
I need him so much
Let go
Let go
Let go
He pleads
And a burst of pain
Spreads across dean’s chest
As the angel’s wings
Leave the burn marks
He cries
He shouts
In pain and in shock
It hurts so much
To not see life in
Those beautiful blue eyes
He’s gone
And the scarring reminder
Is there on his chest
The shadow of angel wings
Burnt into him
He’d told him to let go
Didn’t want Dean to carry the burden
Of the marks upon himself
But he does
And he holds on tight
Even as his brother tries to
Pull him away
Dragging him into an embrace
His brother whispers words
It’s okay
It’s okay
It’s okay
But it’s not
He’s got the reminder on his chest
And Castiel’s body beside him
As his brother holds him close
And it’s not okay
It hurts so much
Everywhere – his
Soul
Body
Mind
Everything hurts
Like it won’t get better
It won’t
It won’t
It won’t
But it will
It will
It will
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 7:48 AM UTC
Anger curls around him
Grips him tight in giant claws
Takes hold before he can even process
It’s still dark
His knees still aching in the dirt
His best friend is still dead
Claws digging in, he pitches forward
Hands resting on dead man’s shoulders
He could have stopped this
He should have stopped this
He would have stopped this
And taken his place in a heartbeat
Too angry to cry
Too angry to say anything
He’s alone and the claws dig in deeper
It’s all directed towards himself
Not to the man on the ground
Because Castiel is a man now,
His burnt-out wings are testimony for that
And it hurts so **** much.
As if all the anger rises to the surface
All in one go
Like a volcano on the verge of eruption
Dean shouts to the sky
Ignoring the slight twinkling stars
And the bright moon
It’s supposed to be beautiful
But it’s ugly
Ugly with his own rage
Give him back!
Aug 19, 2017
Aug 19, 2017 at 1:47 PM UTC
Distract me from missing him
Because I'm missing the home
I made on his lips
And in his eyes
I'm missing how safe I felt
Wrapped up in his voice
Getting lost between his skin
Felt as if I was floating on a golden cloud
Oh I felt so wowed
And even silencing my thoughts
Went so smoothly for him
That I almost wondered if he was my Castiel
If we were ever meant to be..
If he was my Eric,and I was his Ariel
And if we could live beyond the sea.
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 7:28 PM UTC
Angels have fallen
and the stars have gone black-
will we ever know if poor Castiel
can come back?
Graceless and fallen
and weak from descent,
wonder how much of that courage
is now gone
and spent.
Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 2:10 AM UTC
Stuttered breathing but no ribs broken. All limbs still intact-
Could I stand? Yes.
All motion functions seemed to be in order-all in place-all as they had always been in this unique vessel he had chosen as his own.
But then it hit him-like a silver knife to the chest-
he was falling,
falling,
falling.
Spiraling out of control with no way to halt-all the pressure of his divine being-stripped with a waxen blade-he was a shell…he was nothing now.
Snapping out of his spasm, Castiel attempted to take in his surroundings again-the realization not yet hitting his aching chest. Aching… Well that was a new feeling.
It was as if his bones were weak from all the pressure he had never felt in all his being since he sprung from existence, at the beginning of the world itself. Mind racing yet numbing, he stumbled, trying to heal his aching, his aching what? He could no longer pinpoint the pain-it was new and fresh like a wound but deceased as well-as if it had long been dead inside with daffodils tossed casually by the grave.
Was this what it was like?
To be human? To no longer feel the rush and pressure of his wings upon his back, never visible unless he chose so; the ache of a human heart pounding in his chest cavity, unnerving and rattling; and the silence-no more of the noise of his divine celestial being; no more being able to answer his friends…
He snapped then and there from his newfound musings of what humanity felt like-
Dean.
Sam.
He could no longer hear their call. Attempting to summon all the remnants of what little remained of his grace-he rose to his feet-he had to find them-he had to find his friends.
Yet silence was the only call that answered him, ringing with the final yell of "CASTIEL!" as the final sound he had heard as he hurtled to the rocky hard earth.
*Dean had been calling but he had no way to answer now-
and…
it was useless.
He was branded with the absolute of nothing now.*
He was nothing without his grace-nothing…and who could ever want such a monster as he had become anyway?
His grace had been his final stand, his anchor-and all was now lost as he had fallen.
But now-now something just remained-as tears pulled at his eyes-guiding him unwillingly to stare up at the midnight indigo sky.
Falling-all were falling-as if shooting stars had all been drawn to this one night.
There, there was the final proof as he stared up at the sky, the misery now fully realized. His family-all of them-were dying right before his eyes.
*And it was again-
as it always was
and always will be-*
all. his. fault.
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*What a heavy burden
his new heart would have to bear-
Knowing it was
in his name
that all the angels
were stripped bare.*
Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 2:29 AM UTC
Dear Jensen Ackles,
Thank you for being the man with the impala
The one who's character's brother is Sam Winchester and who Castiel's love interest is
Who happens to be the one I try to look like as a trans person
As well as your character Dean Winchester
Thank you for being one of the reasons I will "ALWAYS KEEP FIGHTING"
Mar 28, 2022
Mar 28, 2022 at 9:39 AM UTC
Home is
Arms wrapped around his shoulders when he’s cold
A cup of coffee waiting for him in the morning
A warm hello
A glance from across the room
Home is
Fingers entwined in his own
A quiet evening
A well-read book
A gentle smile
A blanket draped over him when he falls asleep
Home is
The open road when things get too much
A way to distract himself
A best friend to sit beside him
A person to talk to
A lover to sleep beside him
Home is more than just four walls.
Home is a best friend turned someone to love
Home is a brother to turn to
Home is within his heart
Home is Castiel’s grumpy good morning
Home is a kiss to his forehead when no one is looking
Home is a perfect peace.
Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 2:40 PM UTC
There used to be two brothers who were hunters
Known to all even in Heaven and Hell as the Winchesters
Their names were Dean and Sam
Who was friends with an angel named Castiel
They fought so many things like demons and vampires
Their family’s motto is “saving people, hunting things, the family business"
With a fandom known as SPNFamily
Who consider themselves part of the Winchester family
That tells everyone to “Join The Hunt”
With actors who always tells them "ALWAYS KEEP FIGHTING"
So that is what Supernatural is
Carry On…...
Feb 24, 2022
Feb 24, 2022 at 2:49 PM UTC
Dear Jared Padalecki,
Thank you for being the one who Crowley nicknamed Moose
The one who's character's brother is Dean Winchester and is also Castiel's as well
Who happens to be the one I try to be as a person
As well as your character Sam Winchester
Thank you for being one of the reasons I will "ALWAYS KEEP FIGHTING"
Mar 28, 2022
Mar 28, 2022 at 9:45 AM UTC
Castiel, dear Castiel
be careful in your brave fight.
Your wings, their tampered,
battered and broken.
You fly ever so slightly
above the earth unspoken
Your heart has diminished.
Been tampered with and
beaten over.
Yet you still give the love
the love they once gave.
You pursue and persist,
never giving up on the fight.
I believe in you dear Cas,
I am here by your side.
Never shall I let you go,
without a trusted guide.
I whisper to you
what you already know
The strength you behold
is greater than most.
Just don't use it all up,
on one tiny ghost.
Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 9:02 PM UTC
That demon you've asked of?
The one of your dreams?
Yes she's dead Castiel-
"I'm sorry." Said Dean.
Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 2:04 AM UTC
Many agree that
He was constructed by the
Silken fingers of angles,
Their steady handiwork
Nothing less then impeccable
When they painted stars onto his
Cheeks and injected the sky
Into his gaze, but he always
Begs to differ because he
Cannot understand why they
Would sculpt him out of Heaven
If he had already been destined
To be ******
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 11:49 PM UTC
There used to be an angel in a trench coat
His name was Castiel Novak
He was in his words "AN ANGEL OF THE LORD"
He's the reason I will "ALWAYS KEEP FIGHTING"
He's played by the actor Misha Collins
Who besides Misha saved my life
Because of that I'll be forever grateful that I found Supernatural
That angel in a trench coat is also an angel with a shotgun filed with salt
That is who CASTIEL NOVAK is
Mar 17, 2022
Mar 17, 2022 at 2:36 PM UTC