The Entries: Gadreel
'Some say he was the worst, others put him amongst the best, but so many forget him. He wanted to help humanity and the angels, he wanted to belong. Even when misguided and manipulated, he found his way back to the right side, helping to save the world. His name was Gadreel, a name he hid in fear, telling others he was Ezekiel. He wanted his past to disappear, for the betrayal of his older brother Lucifer to have never happened at all, for the years in heaven's dungeon that he thought he deserved to vanish. In all honesty, someone should have seen he had a heart of gold, especially after going straight from being tortured to helping humanity. Many would ignore that, especially when every angel was told he failed humanity, but he didn't fail. And when Metatron manipulated him, it was our fault for treating him so horribly he felt it was his only chance for respect. You might read this and question why I'd tell you so much about an angel long dead, but I want you to learn from our mistakes, even the ones we now ignore. Gadreel just wanted to help and be treated with respect, and if we had respected him, had told him how he was doing the right thing, then maybe he'd still be here, able to tell you his story himself.' Castiel put down his pencil, staring at the journal in front of him, knowing soon it would be Jack's, knowing these memories might help the young nephilim soon. Castiel knew the Empty was coming for him, he felt the quiet surround him, knowing soon he would be completely unable to hear, and then he would die, but for now he wrote at night, knowing Jack would need to hear every story Castiel could give him. This was all he could do when the soft sounds were only gone, when bacon sizzling was silent and he couldn't hear birds sing. But now was time to help his son.
