In honor of the Casiversary, a small post about what he has been to me-
Castiel, Angel of Thursday, Inventor of Free Will...
I was born on a Thursday. I figured that made Cas my angel too.
I have a Castiel Funko pop that has been my touch stone through some pretty messed up things.
I kept Cas in my pocket when I went to the dentist, tracing the lines of his trenchcoat so I wouldn't panic on the chair.
Cas sat in a cup holder in the car as I learned how to drive, my companion in exposure therapy as I slowly pushed past the panic attacks that occurred at even the thought of being behind the wheel.
Cas came with me to the mental health hospital, in my hands or my pocket through group therapy and med adjustments, silently encouraging me.
Cas has listened when, especially on Thursdays, I have almost prayed to him. Prayed that I would have the strength to get through hard times. That I would be able to pay my bills. That I would make the right choices about my future (and he reminded me that choices are constant. I can always adjust course. After all, he screws up all the time, but that's part of having freedom)
Cas resides on my head board, guarding against nightmares while I sleep. He watches over me.
Happy birthday, Castiel.
