"Have you become so twisted as to doubt the way of God?" Uriel stepped away from the wall and strode toward Castiel, a look of sheer disbelief taking him over. "Our God? Our creator? Oh, Castiel. How far you've truly fallen."
He wasn't going to lie. Castiel? He was once his partner. Almost his friend. They had plenty of arguments and disagreed about a lot, but through the years Uriel had found himself admiring the way that Castiel was capable of doing his job so efficiently. He had respected him. Admired him. And now he was here. On earth. Living as a filthy human with a demon whore for a lover.