Castiel Supernatural Quotes Novels & Stories

I could feel Castiel’s presence beside me, steady and unyielding, like an immovable wall, and somehow that gave me more courage. “I did no such thing,” Castiel said, his voice calm but cutting through the clamor like a knife through silk. “I have never bribed anyone, nor would I need to. What has happened here today is entirely legal, entirely rightful. You—” He paused, letting the weight of his words settle on Kyle’s shoulders. “You accused me of a crime I did not commit, manipulated others to believe lies, and framed me to take what was mine. Your accusations have always been a shield for your greed, not for justice.”

He shook his head slightly and said, "You just don't have the ability to recognize the mystic spells of a sage. If you're going to keep spouting nonsense, then leave the family!" Castiel gasped in fright. It was the first time Ignatius had ever said anything so harsh to him. However, Ignatius looked stern and seemed serious about what he was saying. Although Castiel was still filled with doubts, he didn't dare say another word. Ignatius was staring intensely at Sebastian, although inwardly he was delighted. If he wasn't mistaken, Sebastian had just used cosmic disorder. The truth was that the truly terrifying thing about cosmic disorder was spatial disorder.

"Got Samuel. Tried to run. Jumped from the west balcony. Crushed his leg." Cassiel approached the old man. Samuel coughed, eyes barely open, one leg twisted at a grotesque angle. "You’ll live," Cassiel said. "For now." Samuel spat blood. "You’re no better than us." Cassiel grabbed his face. "I never claimed to be. But I’m the reckoning." He stood, wiping his bloodied hands on his coat. "Burn everything. No trace." Enzo nodded, already lighting the first fire.

What are you planning? "Bring me two million, and I'll help you nail her." I stared at Summer. "Otherwise, I'll keep taking her money. "When you're making deals with the devil, you stand with whoever pays more.” "Goddamn it, Mark! One day, money's going to get you killed!"

The All-mighty mother says in a hushed tone as she focuses her gaze on Miya as she sits with Sofia a few meters away from us. “I don't question her heart, All-mighty mother.” I grumble, following her line of vision. "She is light, and I'm darkness. She's the sun, and I'm the moon. She's destined for the heavens while the pits of torment have been beckoning me for most of my existence." My brows knit together as the next line of words leaving my mouth is one of my greatest fears coming to life. "Everything I've done. I have done for the greater good of Mahji. But what if I've done is the very thing that will be our demise in the end?"

"I only do that because it sucks." “Ouch, that’s the cruelest words I’ve ever heard in my life.” He placed a hand over his heart and acted like he had been stabbed. "How can you utter such cruel words without any guilt in your heart?" “Well, then you won’t want to hear what comes next. I hate country music!” “Are you always this cruel?” He chuckled. "It looks like you are." “Yep, always have been.” I saw a window to ask him about Cassiel, so I took it. “How do you know Cassiel?"

Prologue: The cousins: “Oh shit yall back! We thought yall got tired of the foolishness we got going on, because we sure as shit, done got tired of the bullshit ourselves. We thought yall was gonna be quick about it, but it’s been a minute. So anyway Even though yall been gone long, I might as well tell you now, we still haven't had a chance to enjoy shit; not a damn thing. Do you know why? I can tell you why, it's because for some fucking reason supernatural motha fuckas are always mad about something. I mean they don't like nobody, all they want to do is kill folks, kidnap you, impregnate, or try an force you to be with them. Did I miss one? It don't matter you get where this is going. Now

"I'll say this once more. Heath Summers, we're over." The smile vanished from Heath's face as he stared at me intently. "Are you serious?" "Yes," I replied as my body trembled uncontrollably. Meanwhile, Castiel gently took my hand and said softly, "Don't worry, I'm here." Those words made me feel a little better, and I gradually stopped trembling. In my current state, I doubted I could make it home on the subway. I turned to Castiel and pleaded, "Mr. Sartori, could you please take me home?"

“Tell me, are you afraid?” Trisha looked confused as to what the man was talking about as they had their secret conversation. Maria only held his hands, placing the right hand on top of his, covering it. “Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, whom shall I fear?” She quoted as a response, patting his hands. “I know who I worship and it’s not earthly things.” She released his hands as her granddaughter, Trisha asked her what that was about as they walked off. The corner of Gabriel’s mouth tugged up. After the worst of the worst with Deacon Ellis and The Pastor, he needed someone that would give him hope. It would be the worst if an Angel lost faith in humanity too.

Castiel says aloud to the room at large. “No. There was war. Blood shed. Pain and sacrifice.” He shrugs. “I am conquering land and I care not what pain and havoc I wreak, or of who has to make what sacrifice for my cause. I only care about the outcome. I want to make nations crumble and make people tremble in fear at the mere mention of my name.” “This dick has a serious God complex.” Halona mutters and I grin. She is not wrong. “Right?” Raf and Sorin asks in unison. I smile. The guys are new to this, so they don't know just how bad Castiel can be. Then I remember that Raf does know him. Probably even better than we do. He was forced to work with him.