"All but a small handful of people even know my own walk among them, but I believe it is for the better." Castiel has a longing look on his face as he continues to stare at the stars. "Things tend to get lost throughout the ages, even my own made mistakes like these."

He looks away from the stars, and he looks down to the sandwich in his hand. This is one of those things he loves about human, he gets to eat, and eat he does as he takes a bite out of his sandwich.

"I was made human, but my brothers and sisters fared far worse than I. Many were injured when they fell, Metatron decided to make me human," he says in between bites. "And, I can still hear them."