011 + DO NOT LET THE SUN GO DOWN ON YOUR ANGER [VIDEO]

[trenchcoatedly]

[Observe: one VERY affected Castiel. That usually passive face? A sulk. The epic sulk of a teenager who hasn't gotten what he wanted, as a matter of fact.]

Okay, look, boat.

Here's something that like, ticks me off. A lot. Seriously, a super lot.

Everyone just buys the whole multidimensional boat thing. That's totally sensible! Like, makes absolutely perfect sense! Seriously! No one ever like, questions this? I mean, to makes perfect sense. But I'm a cosmic being. Millenia old. Could squash you all like bugs. So this kind of thing, it's like, you know, whatever.

But! The fact that I'm an angel - oh, that's the unlikely part. Come on, really?! You can suspend your middling human disbelief in, like, "multidimensional boat" but "messenger of God" is what gets you? Seriously, how does that even make any sense? Half of you already believe in God! So believing in me should be easy! But no, not for me. I have to prove myself. And then half of you don't believe me anyway!

None of you understand me.

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[maybebatman]

[ Okay, you're a nutcase. ]

...Totally.

Why not just get a new job, if your dad is such a shithead? Sorry -- since he's unavailable.

[trenchcoatedly]

No, that's a metaphor. I am actually made out God's grace. If you had to, you know, be an ingredient list on me, like, selling me at supermarket, I would be "100% Pure God's Grace.".

See? This is why I'm ticked! You, like, don't even understand what I'm made of!

[notafuckingnut]

Because you can't be made out of grace! That's like saying you're made out of sunshine. Or happiness. That's kid's show bullshit.

[trenchcoatedly]

Because, uh, I was kind of made to do this? And, like, everything else I screwed up really badly at? So, you know, even if this kind of sucks sometimes, it's what I do. So, seriously. That.

He's not a shithead. We just don't get him, you know? He's got big plans. Secret plans.

[trenchcoatedly]

I am made out of grace, you stupid jerk!

See! I told you you didn't understand me! And, like, I was totally right.

And it's not like grace like what you show to your enemies. It's Grace. Like souls, only different.

[trenchcoatedly]

No, they'll be there. Sorry, it's kind of like, confusing. It's like, stuff you want, it's there. Stuff you don't want, it's not there. That's why it's heaven, you know?

I'm not supposed to talk about it.

[maybebatman]

Yeah? What makes you so sure he ain't just stringing us all along with those big secret plans of his?

[trenchcoatedly]

Well, then what's he stringing us along for? Or, to, whatever. He wouldn't do that.

[maybebatman]

Nothing, that's what. Maybe he got tired of whiny little angels and decided to call it quits.

[trenchcoatedly]

Look, if he needed a day off or had to leave Heaven or take a break or whatever, I'm sure it's just part of the Plan. Because, you know, God. And the Plan. He figured it out, okay? Because he's God.

[marshal_art]

Huh. Well, that's all right then. Better than I expected even.

[trenchcoatedly]

Yeah, well, heaven. It's Heaven.

[marshal_art]

Sure but--no offense to our Father--promises don't usually turn out as nice as they sound. There's almost always some kind of catch.

[maybebatman]

Yeah, sure. You know, we might be better off with him gone, if all the shit going on in the world is a part of his Plan.

[trenchcoatedly]

Trust me, brother, you don't need to like, tell me twice about that. Seriously, I know. LIke, I really do.

[trenchcoatedly]

That's totally not true. God's good, and he means well, and look it's not my fault if humans can't figure out how to love God. They can be real great, but you guys are just so seriously stupid sometimes. Like, how do you even manage to both harness electricity and murder each other?

[marshal_art]

[Geez, everyone's got daddy issues, even angels.]

That why you decided to stop following His plan?

[trenchcoatedly]

[You do not even know, Art. You do not even know the level of daddy issues in the Supernatural verse.]

Well, I couldn't just let my friends, you know, die.

[nolongerhollow]

Castiel, come now. It is all right. People will come around. Many have come around to the fact that I have given up wickedness; they just need more time to see the light of your Grace. That's all. It will work out.

At any rate, I always believed, and not just because of the sting. You're the only being I could bring myself to trust to help me. Do I not burn my throat in my eagerness to speak to you of things I once despised?

Dracula himself would bend knee with you because you are both angel and a decent and compassionate being. That is not a small thing!

[umgekehrt]

I'm so sorry, Castiel. But organized religion-- ah it hurts my heart. It reminds me- of him.

[Swoony sigh. Dramatic wall lean.]

[trenchcoatedly]

You have a lover, back home? That's so, like... sweet. Did he, you know, pass on?

[trenchcoatedly]

Dracula, my man, my problem's not with you. I know you are a sensible guy. We're like this.

[He crosses his index finger and middle finger to indicate.]

But like, all these other people, that's what gets me. Like, seriously. What gives?

[umgekehrt]

[Wrist to forehead]

He was never my lover. It was never meant to be. But I dedicate my life to him. And wish him well. Without me.

[Pine, pine.]

i cannot explain how great this conversation is

[trenchcoatedly]

That's not true! If he was like, your soulmate, then it was meant to be, you know? Like, you guys would have found each other. He probably didn't like, realize how awesome you are or something.

[marshal_art]

You ain't worried you might cause even more people to die? Doesn't seem like defying God's order ever turns out well.