❤︎ It wasn’t anything new for Castiel, to be offered a human servant. He was a god for a long, long time; people have given him gold, countless coins and statues and pretty stones, hoping it will be enough to buy his favor.They gave him food; fruits and meat and bread. They killed with his name on their lips, every drop of spilled blood an offering for him. And then they started to bring servants to his temples. They wasn’t supposed to be priests or priestess - this title was reserved for those of royal blood, for kings and queens and no one else; after all they were believed to be descendants of the gods, and who else would be more suited to speak in the god’s name? Castiel didn’t interact with most of them. He made sure they were healthy and had luck, of course, but he never felt the need to actually talk with any of them - he didn’t even speak to the priests most of the time, after all. It goes like this, year after year, for centuries. And then people seem to forget about the tradition, his temple standing without someone to take care of it for decades.And then the doors are opening, and he sees someone he mistakes for a new priest for a second; a true child of gods, bright eyed and golden and absolutely breathtaking.Everything a priest should be, everything the current one is not.It’s only when he notices the unmistakable fear on the young man’s face, he understands who is he looking at. Simple white robes and chains on the wrists, he’s a servant- no, not a servant, a slave. Scared and lost, looking so small in the darkness of Castiel’s temple.And for the first time the god feels the need to speak, to touch - offer any kind of reassurance, just do something to make the look on the man’s face disappear. So he takes an unneeded breath, the fabric of time-space shifting around him as he takes a corporeal form, the world adjusting to welcome a god on earth. Castiel knows his name, as he knows everything and everyone that have ever been offered to him. It feels oddly familiar when he says it for the first time, tasting sweet on his tongue as it leaves his lips.
