Supernatural Castiel Quotes Novels & Stories

"Why not?" "Because supernaturals don't mix with humans. He'd freak out, not to mention probably get wicked jealous, and break up with me." Though, he kinda already had done that. But maybe he was stressed from the trip and being here. I know my first time here was unnerving. "If he can't accept ye as ye are, lass, then maybe it is best to let him go." "You're only saying that cause you're a ghost. If you weren't dead and human, you'd feel the same way as him." I scrub a hand over my face.

"Who are you? Why have you come here? a stern voice asked. I looked around to find nothing but darkness. "Cassiel. I am Cassiel Evert. Are you the moon goddess? Rezso had asked me to see you" I spoke into nothingness. Despite my surrounding being creepy, I was comfortable. It felt as if I belonged to this place. It felt safe. It felt like I was home.

Cassiel finally said the part I was waiting for. “Do you have any last words?” He brought the microphone closer. I reached up for it with my bound hands. “To my sister. We both knew it would end like this. Either with me dying or you dying. I have to give you credit. You won. I never thought you would, but you did. I know I deserve this, but a part of me hopes it haunts you. And if it doesn’t, then you’re colder than I am. And I respect you for that. May we never meet in the next life.” I returned the mic to Cassiel and waited for him to decide if I should be hanged or have my head cut off.

"I'm confident you're not a horrible person." He bitterly laughed at what she stated. "Don't be fooled, Blessy. Before he became Satan, Lucifer was an angel. You have no idea what you're talking about." “Why? Tell me then." His lip rose and he shook his head slightly. He has no intention of expressing his entire being here. Satan is the only one who knows how dark his soul is. "What is it that you wish to know? Does praying to your gods absolves me of all guilt? Make me pure as you?"

“What shows have you binged lately?” I chuckled, “a show with a character named Cas, actually. He shares your grumpy side but is a lot less evil. He’s a bit of an angel, even.” Cas raised his eyebrows, waiting for me to explain. “Supernatural… Don’t tell me you don’t know that TV show either.” “I don’t have time for frivolous things like watching TV.” Cas stated. “Shouldn’t you have more free time since you’re rich?” Cas shook his head, “I need to make sure I keep the money I have. Besides, there are thousands people that count on me.”

"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?"

"I had to do something." "Yeah?" Hailey shot back, raising an eyebrow. "And you thought the best way to do that was to put Katherine in the middle of a public spectacle? To humiliate Caroline in front of hundreds of people just to make some grand statement? Although...I have to admit, Caroline kinda deserves it." Castiel’s eyes darkened with frustration. "I love her," he said, his voice low, unwavering. "And I refuse to let her slip away again." Nathan sighed, shaking his head. "You’re being selfish."

He sighs gripping another glass of whiskey from one of the waiters bustling around the ballroom. "She's my soulmate," I say like it should make sense and erase everything I've done. Still unresponsive to Castiel's stupid jabs as I know how offensive he can get around other supernatural beings. I wonder how he'd act around his mate if they were from a different species. That is if he has any, which I highly doubt. "Sure, she is. But why is he holding her and not you?" He snarks and Satan if I don't want to break the fucker's two inch dick in half and dip him in fucking lava.

“She doesn’t need you to protect her. She has me.” Conlan stares me down with a daring glare and thrusts my arm away, his eyes narrowing. “And such a great job you’ve done so far, angel.” His retort hits me like a knife in the heart. He’s right. I haven’t done a great job protecting her so far, but I don’t plan on giving up. “Let me take you home, Cassia. We need to talk.” Cassia’s eyes darken with hesitancy. I guess I don’t blame her for her wariness, considering that every conversation we've had has ended badly.

Balan wearily scratched his shiny blond hair, the red in his pupils softening to the familiar chocolate color: "Eden, I'm so worried!" Eden Noldorasga sighed, circled around the series of glass cabinets, and put his arms around his brother: “I know, Balan, I know. I'm scared too, so you can rest assured that I won't use my life to make jokes. Not even Abyss can break through your protection, right? And I'm definitely not stupid enough to use myself as an experiment." Balan hummed, pat softly the top of his head, and snorted: "If you were really smart, you would not study that damn thing."