Warnings: Mentions of ableism/ableist comments from other angels; brief description of eye injuries.
Pairings: Camael (Original Character | Supernatural)/Reader
Summary: After Castiel's brief stint as God, his brother, Camael, has taken his place. Now, he deals with the consequences, with some unexpected comfort.
Word Count: 500+
Author's Note: This is not compliant with Supernatural's canon storyline, of course, as it includes an OC. Also, there will be mentions of some ableist attitudes among angels towards Camael due to him being blind. I do not agree with any of those sorts of opinions and will not entertain ableism or ableist attitudes/viewpoints on my blog. I already have done a fair amount of research on how to portray and properly deal with blind characters, but I am always open to corrections and critiques. Nonetheless, please stay respectful in the replies. Thank you for reading.
REQUESTS ARE OPEN. KO-FI.
The former angel was still... adjusting to godhood, as one might expect from someone in his predicament. The hands of his vessel were wrapped securely, but not too tightly, around his white cane, and they felt oddly... cold. Cold in a way they hadn't ever felt before.
His lips, slightly chapped by the winds of an oncoming storm, pursed softly as the breeze passing by ruffled his dark brown hair.
He felt... Alone.
And, until quite recently, he believed that he was. That he always would be.
After taking the plunge for his doomed brother, taking the responsibility in his hands that no one else in their ranks sought to bear, petrified by the monumental undertaking that gaining such powers would require...
After gaining all the knowledge that had been thrust into him without warning, expanding his consciousness past its natural bounds without any sort of reprieve...
Well, there was a reason that very few people could ever bear the weight and the consequences of this role, and the powers that came with it; that, he now understood all too well.
In the most literal sense, the world now rested upon his shoulders. Not necessarily Earth, as it was a shared territory, but Heaven? Heaven looked to him now; legions of angels, from the fledglings to the fully grown, to even the archangels, now sought his guidance, residing under his leadership.
He, the blinded angel; he, who had paid a terrible price as consequence for a task he would have never been able to accomplish in time. He, the outcasted and scorned. He, who had failed.
Even now, he was sure there were still whispers echoing across the grounds of the celestial realm; a question still lingering of why he would choose to remain without his sight, without his eyes...
Was it because he didn't truly have the ability to restore himself to his "former glory"?
Was their new God choosing to remain purposefully ignorant?
Or was he simply trying to keep himself as familiar to them as possible, even at the price of his sight, to comfort them?
He'd heard a great many theories from the mouths of his siblings, some accusatory, some merely curious, some questioning his abilities to lead the forces of Heaven at all.
In truth, while he could deny most of those hypotheses, he could confirm none.
Not even he could truly pinpoint why he had not restored his sight, or even healed the remains of his charred and gouged eyes... it was merely intuition that led him to that decision; that, and he did not need his vision so desperately.
What he needed, what he relied on... was his heart.
And that very heart had led him to you.
He briefly inclined his head as leaves crunched behind him, his grip on the cane loosening somewhat while some very familiar footsteps came up to his side. A content sigh left your lips as he reached out, wrapping one arm snugly around your waist, tucking you into his side; safe and sound.
Warmth radiated from your very being, so divine that he could taste it; you may have been only human, but to him? You were starlight on Earth.
"Brooding again, Camael?" You teased softly, pressing a gentle kiss to his jaw and nestling your head into the crook of his neck. He smiled briefly, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest as the distant storm seemed to recede.
"Not anymore."
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