[b]Castiel - Following Orders[/b]

A Vessel, from a devout man none the less who prayed for this. It felt weird to walk the earth again, something he had’t done in  years. It was never something he’d ever questioned or even dared to question.

But now thanks to this new host, Jimmy Novak he was here again. He had promised the man that he would take care of his family in the trying times to come. That was one of the few stipulations Jimmy had requested when he agreed to angelic possession. The concept of which seemed foreign to him as popular media in this world made it seem that control of a human being was something limited to demons & other evil forces.

Now that the angel was up to date with the intricacies of human media & television. No he didn’t get CNN, Fox, AMC or any other channels in the holy realm he came from. He was standing out in a park allowing the breeze to brush against his face and push the strands of his newly acquired hair. Then he went to adjust the trench coat that now sat on his shoulders, before looking on at some children playing.

“Just look at them, there barbaric honestly. Those little things have no idea of the world that exists around them. Of the truth of existence itself, they have no concern for the great battle ahead. Perhaps in some ways I can understand why he fell, when asked to bow down to them, to recognize them as the supreme.” A black man in a dark black suit who appeared to the angel’s left spoke, the angel’s name was Uriel. “What do you think Castiel?”

“I think nothing of it except that I am here, we are here to follow our mission. The war that’s brewing is one that was foreseen eons ago. As angels of the Lord there are things we do not understand, but perhaps we were not made to understand those things. We must defeat the enemy to preserve this world, and all the beauty of it. I see you have managed to obtain a host so that you may interact with this world the same as me.”

“Of course, as you said there are some of them who strangely enough pray for this, but you as said we are soldiers, not philosophers.” Uriel said in response to Castiel still gazing at the kids playing at the park. As the two soldiers of Heaven spoke both were currently invisible to the naked human eye. 

“That is correct, and right now I must move forward with my mission. Earlier I mistakenly tried to interact with “him” in my native form figuring he’d be one of the few who could perceive and hear my true visage without pain but I was wrong. None the less enough time has been wasted, as we speak the seals are being broken, I must find Dean Winchester.” Castiel spoke matter of factly, the fluttering of wings could be heard while behind him the dark shadowy imprints of his wings could be seen.