Supernatural Quotes Castiel Novels & Stories

“Or maybe… you just liked me as your big sister and not in a romantic way.” We both got startled and even stood up before looking who’s behind us. It was Dawn – crouching on the floor while looking at us with her shimmering eyes. “Dawn!” I clutched my chest. “I told you not to go here. It’s too chilly for you to be here.” Castiel suddenly laugh out loud. “W-What’s wrong with you?” I asked. “I think Dawn is right. I must have confused this feeling into a romantic one.” He raised his cup. “Thanks Dawn. You’re the most sensible person I’ve talked to in my life, and of course, Aunt too.”

My voice dripped with self-doubt, and I leaned back against the wall, arms crossed defensively. Damien raised an eyebrow, a smirk creeping onto his lips. “You’re selling yourself short, Castiel. A man who has never even touched a gun in his life managed to fire two bullets. And each time, you hit the target without missing. If that isn’t special, I don’t know what is.”

"I'm Castiel Mikaelson, as you all already know." He paused, allowing his words to settle. Katherine’s breath hitched. She wasn’t sure what she was supposed to be doing, what she was supposed to be feeling. She was not standing paralyzed by a familiar voice. “This party," Castiel continued, "is not about business or celebrating a holiday. It's to celebrate a very special person, who was there for me when no one was.” "You see, when I first inherited my grandfather's companies at the age of eighteen, I had no one to turn to for help or guidance. I was pretty much alone, until he showed up."

I pulled Avery away from his attack and kept her close to me, scared that she might fade away if I released her. The look he gave Avery made me want to strangle him, “How is this possible?!” he shouted in shock. “You are supposed to be dead!” “Its you who’s going to die. Free the soul of the witches or I will force them out of you,” Avery warned in confidence and I could feel a powerful energy radiating from her. Castiel groaned, “I am just tired of you people being a thorn in my path.” his eyes blazed blue and he raised his hand, a ball of blue light forming on it.

“Look up.” He ordered. Lord Gilbert looked. And saw everyone's attention was on the chandelier. Hanging on the chandelier was Savaged. He has stripped off his clothes. And over his head was written. “Welcome to the Party!” He would have laughed if not for the fact that his daughter's life was in danger. “He’s all yours. The decision you’re gonna make. Whether you save him or tell kill. I know you’ve got a gun with you. C’mon Aziel!”

I jump, looking over my shoulder to see Castiel smiling at me, blue eyes dark with the shadows of the night. "I thought you were getting off?" I say in a hushed voice. He told me earlier the next stop was his exit, which was hours ago. "I was," he says with a shrug. "But then I decided to stay on for a little longer." Something inside me flickers, tapping at a part of me that warns me to be wary. After all, he is a stranger, and there are people wanting me dead. And it does seem strange that he mentioned c coming out to look at the sky at night, claiming he wasn't going to be there, allowing me to feel comfortable coming out of my room, and now he is here.

Nothing to fear or expect from them, I didn't have any visions of something bad happening nor did I have a bad feeling about it. Everyone here knows that the Supreme supernaturals normally went on a frenzy when finding their significant other on a full moon and the vamps wanted us to be separated for that exact reason. My body is being pulled out of my chair as I link my eyes with him and Castiel talks to me pulling me out of my reverie, "What the hell were you doing sittin' there, Reed? They're asking for you." "Who?" I have a great assumption about who he was talking about but I needed the confirmation to take action.

Liana’s reaction fueled the growing discontent among the crowd. At that moment, several level-headed individuals stepped forward. They were armed. Conrad, who was Castiel’s lackey, stood directly opposite him. He spoke slowly and carefully to mask his grief. “Castiel, we have guns too. If you can’t give us an explanation, you’ll go feed the zombies and join our loved ones in death.” Castiel saw his men glaring at him in anger. Suppressing his resentment, he said, “As the base leader, this isn’t a scene I wished or anticipated.

"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?"

* * * "Brene," Jacques's voice is like a balm to my pain and I hold onto the rich, accent of his words like a lifeline. "Angelic is with me." "What happened?" Angelic asks. "Why is your magic backfiring?" "I-I don't know." I sob when another wave hits me. "Wraith tried to drain me a-and I fought back." "Good for you," she says, but frowns. "Except this shouldn't be happening. A wraith can't do this kind of spell."