Why is everyone taking Cass’ side?? Dean was right! Cass literally always fucks up everything.
Season 4 he let Sam out of the panic room, KNOWING THAT HE WOULD KILL LILITH AND RELEASE LUCIFER
Season 6 he got all God crazy and manipulated the brothers. AND SLAUGHTERED HUNDREDS OF HIS BROTHERS AND SISTERS
Season 6 he also BROKE SAM’s WALL AND NEARLY KILLED HIM WHILE TORTURING HIM FOR MONTHS
Season 7 HE LET THE LEVIATHANS OUT
Season 8 he made Dean suffer thinking he had failed his best friend OH YEAH AND THEN HE FUCKING BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF DEAN AND ALMOST KILLED HIM AND KILLED ALFIE
Season 9 he got all of the angels cast out of Heaven
Season 10 he was surprisingly helpful for once
Season 11 what did he do?? I’m forgetting...? OH WAIT. HE ONLY SET LUCIFER FREE FROM THE CAGE AND NEARLY KILLED SAM
Which isn’t to mention:
1, he doesn’t like Sam as much as Dean and Sam is openly upset about it in the early seasons.
2, he destroyed Jimmy Novak’s family
3, he killed 50,000 people just to save two men
4, he’s constantly teaming up with villains INCLUDING WHEN HE DATED A DEMON?? AND ALSO HE WORKED WITH CROWLEY TO OPEN UP PURGATORY BECAUSE HE WAS POWER HUNGRY
5, he caused “destiel” which is the single most infuriating and obnoxious ship in all of cinematic history! The destiel shippers are greedy and selfish. They continue to talk about Destiel even though Jensen doesn’t like it AND canonically Dean is offended by it.
TLDR; I fucking hate Castiel and I hope he stays gone. Dean was fucking right.
if you subtract the casifer mess from the equation, this season SO FAR has been better than just about any recent season. the filler episodes have been interesting and thoughtful, the relationship between the brothers is strong and rid of stupid drama, and the storyline itself just seems a lot tighter, like they trimmed off all the fat and excess that was unneeded and didn’t contribute to the plot.
Part One of a Castiel x Candy x Armin series:
Revelations (Part Two), Complications (Part Three), Promises (Part Four), and Confessions (Part Six).
Calemar had never realized how little the words I’m sorry mattered. People used them as though they were a saving grace, as though just a simple utterance could absolve them of any blame or responsibility. The words were used to bribe, to guilt, to shield the ones who spoke them. They were used when things were hopeless, when saying something hollow was better than saying nothing. It was a rare thing to see them offered as a sincere apology.
I’m sorry was meaningless. It had left Castiel’s mouth as an afterthought. A courtesy. Castiel, who didn’t have a courteous bone in his body, had tried to leave her with some of her dignity. Maybe that was why the words had offended her so much.
And now she was on the phone with Alexy, and he was saying those same words to her. She didn’t hate him for it – she could never hate Alexy – but they still made her stomach twist. Her silence must have alerted him, because he froze in the midst of his words of comfort.
“I’m not helping at all, am I?”
Calemar let out a little laugh. It felt false. “I wouldn’t say that.”
“But you’re thinking it.”
“Maybe,” she admitted. “But it’s not your fault. I’m just feeling really shitty right now.”
“Where are you?”
“The bus stop.” She was sitting on the sidewalk, waiting for the bus that would take her home. She normally caught an earlier one, but Castiel had waited until after school to break up with her. She should have been home by now. Instead, she was crying her eyes out on the dirty curb.
“Perfect! Take it to my house.”
“I don’t want to ruin your night,” she said, rubbing her eyes in irritation.
Alexy scoffed loud enough to be heard through the phone. “You wouldn’t be ruining my night. You’d be saving me from Mr. Faraize’s homework.”
“That’s more important.”
“One, it’s definitely not. Two, I can do it tomorrow. Come over! We can rent a bad movie or listen to the new Orbital album. You can even stay the night. Dad’s making breakfast sandwiches in the morning.”
“Alexy–”
“Calemar, if you go home, you’re going to lock yourself in your room and cry all night. That is too depressing for me to allow. Now, what time do you think you’ll get here?”
Calemar sighed. “I don’t know. The bus isn’t here yet. 5:30, maybe?”
“Great. I’ll see you then.” He hung up before Calemar could argue.
The bus ride was a long one. She called the apartment phone as soon as she boarded. It wasn’t hard to get permission for the sudden sleepover. Her voice was still a little shaky, and that told her mothers all they needed to know. Calemar spent the remainder of the bus ride with her head against the window. It was annoying, and it hurt. But whenever she leaned back in her seat and tried to relax, she would hear Castiel’s voice. We have to talk. I like you but. She would grind her teeth, and he would only get louder. This got too serious. I just need time to figure things out.
I’m sorry.
The bus rattling against her head was preferable. She only had to last another fifteen minutes. Though once she reached her stop, it was another four minute walk to Alexy’s house. She counted her steps as she walked, anything to distract her from the dull throb in the back of her head. When she reached Alexy’s street, she had to force herself not to run across the lawns and beat down his door.
Armin answered. He was no longer wearing Alexy-approved attire. Instead, he wore an Assassin’s Creed t-shirt and faded jeans. The only lingering sign of Alexy’s influence could be found on Armin’s bare feet: dark blue nail polish. The color suited him, Calemar thought.
“Alexy had to tell me you were coming over,” he told her, leaning against the door frame and giving her a dramatically offended look. “You didn’t even think to invite me to this get-together? In my own house? I’m wounded!”
Calemar smiled in spite of herself. “You’re not always the first person on my mind, you know.”
“Well, I should be.”
“Really?” she said, raising an eyebrow.
He nodded. “You’re the first person on my mind. It’s only fair.”
Heat rushed to her face. She dropped his gaze and tried to think of something witty and harmless to say. Their banter had never been challenging for her before. But after the day she’d had…
“I’ll shut up,” he said. “Don’t want your boyfriend to emerge from the shadows and lop my head off.”
His words felt like knives in her ears. Water started to collect in her eyes, and she blinked furiously. No. She had just stopped crying. Surely she had run out of tears by now.
“You look like you’re about to cry,” Armin said, his voice teasing. “I didn’t think you were squeamish.”
Calemar looked up at him. She tried to glare, but she didn’t think she managed.
He examined her face, and after a moment his smirk vanished. “Wait. You’re seriously about to cry.”
“No, I’m not,” she muttered. Whether she was trying to convince Armin or herself, she wasn’t sure.
“You definitely are,” he said, standing up straighter. “I’ve seen you cry before; I know what it looks like.”
She opened her eyes wide. “See? No tears. Can you just let me in?”
“Not until you tell me what’s wrong.”
“Where’s Alexy?” she demanded, standing on her tiptoes to peer behind him.
“He left to get snacks,” Armin said, a satisfied gleam in his eyes. “I’m the only one that can let you in.”
“Your parents are home.”
“You’re going to call for my mom? Really?”
Calemar found enough irritation in her to glare at him successfully. He looked less confident, but he still stood firmly before her. Maybe if she pushed hard enough…
“I’m bigger than you,” he said.
She groaned and crossed her arms. He wasn’t going to budge; that much was clear. She was going to have to talk about it eventually. Better to make it quick and clean. And to make him feel like a jerk in the process. “I got dumped,” she said. “Happy?”
His joking demeanor fell away, replaced with a furrowed brow and a frown. Seriousness from Armin was a rarity. Calemar was still surprised by it, even given the circumstances.
“No,” he said. “No, I’m not.”
“Me neither. Now can I come in?”
He moved out of the way. Calemar hurried past him before he could change his mind. He closed the door as she set her backpack in the corner and removed her shoes.
“What happened?” he asked, combing his fingers through his hair. “You guys seemed pretty damn happy the other day.”
“When is Castiel ever happy?” She walked off to the living room.
Armin followed after her. “He was happy when he was with you.”
His words hit her like a slap across her face. “Obviously he wasn’t,” she snapped, throwing herself onto the love-seat. She glanced around to make sure Vitoria and Arnaud were not within earshot. They must have been upstairs.
“Did he say he wasn’t happy?” Armin said, sitting in the seat beside her.
She made a show of scooting as far away from him as possible. “It’s none of your business.” She leaned her head back and shut her eyes.
“Really?” he said. Calemar could swear she heard pain in his voice. “Was it Alexy’s business?”
She scowled. If he was trying to make her feel bad, she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. “No, and he knew better than to press me about it. Maybe that’s why I called him.”
There was a moment of silence. It was strange, sitting there with him and not saying a word. She hadn’t realized it before, but they were always talking. Laughing at each other, shouting over video games, whispering during movies so that Alexy wouldn’t snap at them. This was the first time they had fallen silent together. Calemar found that she didn’t like it at all.
“You could have called me,” Armin finally said.
Calemar sighed. Of course she could have. She wouldn’t tell him, but he was the first person she had thought to call. She had found his name in her contacts and almost pressed it before she’d decided against the idea. She didn’t regret the decision, but that didn’t mean she enjoyed the defeated tone he spoke in.
“I know,” she said, opening her eyes and glancing at him.
He was still wearing a frown. It looked so out of place on his face. “But you didn’t.”
“Alexy’s my friend, too, Armin.”
He nodded, dropping his gaze to the space between them. “I guess he’s better at comforting people.”
“Much better,” she said.
He ran his fingers through his hair and let out a breath. “I’m sorry–”
“Don’t.” She sat up straighter. “You’re not sorry, and even if you were, it’s not your fault, and I don’t need your pity.”
Armin looked up, his eyes wide. “Okay. Would you rather I go back to interrogating you?”
She rolled her eyes at him and grabbed the remote off the coffee table. “I came here for cheesy entertainment and breakfast sandwiches in the morning,” she said, turning on the television and opening the guide. “Can we just stop talking about this?”
As she scrolled through the list of channels, Armin sat in what she assumed to be thought. The silence between them still made her uncomfortable, but it was considerably less painful than their previous line of discussion.
“Okay, let me say one more thing” Armin said, drawing a long sigh out of Calemar’s lips. “One more thing, and then we can drop it for the rest of the night.”
Calemar glanced at him. “The morning too.”
“We’ll never talk about it again, if you don’t want to.”
She looked back to the TV, and then gave him a reluctant nod.
“Castiel’s an idiot for breaking it off with you.”
She chewed on her lip. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see that he had leaned toward her.
“And I’m going to give him a piece of my mind when I see him next week.”
“No, you are not!” she shouted, turning to him and smacking his shoulder.
“Relax,” he said, his mouth lifting at the corners. “I’m not going to karate chop him. But since we’re sort of friends, I’m allowed to tell him I think he made a stupid choice. Especially when it’s hurting my other friend.”
Calemar scanned his face. He didn’t sound like he was lying, but the idea of Armin dealing with anything maturely was hard for her to wrap her head around. She guessed it was the thought that counted.
“We’re friends?” she said. A part of her meant it jokingly, but she found that underneath the teasing was a serious question.
“Of course,” he replied. He seemed to mull over something for a moment. “More, even.”
Calemar’s chest felt tight. She gripped the TV remote harder. She was about to ask what he meant when the front door to the house swung open and Alexy walked in with at least five plastic bags hanging from his arms.
“You’re here!” he said, kicking the door shut and hurrying over to the couch. Armin let out a small noise of frustration, but it was muffled by Alexy dropping the bags onto the floor. “I picked up popcorn, gummy worms, cookie dough bites, ice cream, and root beer. And I found the most horrible looking Nic Cage movie; you’re going to be so proud of me.”
Calemar couldn’t help but smile at him. “You’re a beautiful person.”
“I know,” he said with a wink. “Now, let me grab some blankets from my room and we can fortify the couch.” He glanced at Armin. “Are you going to watch with us?”
“What Nic Cage movie is it?” Armin asked.
“I think it’s called Vampire’s Kiss.”
Armin shot out of his seat and grabbed one of the bags. “I’ll make the popcorn.”
As Armin and Alexy went about their preparations, Calemar opened up the recliners and readied the DVD player. She searched for the gummy worms and settled back into her corner seat.
When Alexy returned, he shook his head at her. “Nope! Sit in the middle. You need to be sandwiched.”
Calemar raised her eyebrows. “What if I don’t want to be sandwiched?”
“You know you want to be sandwiched,” Armin said, sitting down on the other side of the couch with the popcorn bowl.
She sighed and moved to sit closer to him. Alexy smiled at her, switched off the lights, and laid the blankets over them. Once the movie started, Calemar had to admit she liked the arrangement. She hadn’t realized how cold she had been until she was surrounded by the warmth of the blankets and the boys beside her. It was comforting, and the movie was loud enough to drown out any lingering thoughts about the day’s events.
She had started to feel the tension leave her body when Armin’s hand settled against hers. It was just a little touch, and yet it made her suck in a sharp breath. Thankfully, the movie masked it. She snuck a glance at him. He had his eyes on the TV, but he was chewing on his lip.
She wasn’t sure what it meant, but she found solace in his touch. The ache in her chest hadn’t entirely subsided, but it was easier to push it to the back of her thoughts with Armin’s cold hand brushing hers. She moved her hand under his and tangled their fingers together. She felt him stiffen, but then relax against her a moment later.
They held hands for the entirety of the movie. It was a ridiculous film; it made Calemar genuinely laugh for the first time that afternoon. Whether it was solely Nicolas Cage’s atrocious acting or Armin’s hand in hers, she wasn’t sure. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was that the pain in her heart felt softer. Maybe it was only a simple distraction, but Calemar was utterly grateful for it. It did more for her than a million sorry’s ever could.
This is why I tag my Cas hate. If you don't go into the anti tags, then you won't have to see character hate. But some put their hate in the general tags and I go ballalistic, I'll even go after Cas haters for not tagging their hate. Bts, I'm part of the support group for survivors of sociopaths and psychopaths parents. SPN fans find one another and we all pretty much agree Cas is a sociopath and that's why we hate him with the power of 10000 suns, he's like our parents for tortured us.
I think it's great that you tag your Cas hate separately, it's appreciated by those of us that don't want to see it. I can understand why you would dislike Cas, it's similar to why I have a deep hatred for John Winchester. I just feel that if you're going to hate a character, don't do it by throwing it in everyone's faces, especially the people that don't hate the character. Again, thank you for being someone that tags your hate separately. It's so appreciated.
I'm tagging these with "castiel hate" and "john winchester hate" just to keep up with tagging when it comes to hating a character.
characters thought important enough to be included during the closing montage of emotional singing of Carry On My Wayward Son in an iconic 200th musical episode of Supernatural;
