He doesn't get to choose. Most didn't, and they were fine with that. It was something ingrained, expected, never contested among his peers. But, some did harbor envy for others; guardians saddled with those destined to fail, destined to do others harm. They spoke as if there was no point in watching over these examples, but they never said so in plain words. Castiel could understand the discomfort, the disappointment, but ultimately followed what he was told.
Sam is destined for great things, years down the road, so perhaps Castiel isn't as jaded as the others just yet, but getting to that point with little interruption is the hard part. He can only guide so much, can only offer so much; ultimately, the way he arrives at the destined point would be up to Sam. Sometimes it seemed too easy.
Others, not so much. Castiel lacked a great deal of understanding in how to directly interact with humans; he was allowed very little exposure given his rank and age. But the more Sam progressed in his young life, the closer Castiel hovered. Instead of merely watching when it was necessary, he would visit. Take note on how Sam was dealing with the horrible, but inevitable, trauma that had come down upon him at such a young age. Demons would be near on occasion, and Castiel silently dealt with them, making sure they would never reach their target.
At present, he's watching Sam, eyes fixated on the stories he constructed with meager toys and limited memory to go on. It's sad, or Castiel at least thinks it's predictable. Humans were so fragile; expecting one, even one so saddled with a heavy destiny, to come from tragedy unscathed was unthinkable. His expression is measured, heavy around the eyes and tight at his jaw, as he continues to watch Sam from a safe distance. Developing feelings of attachment to their charges was somewhat rare, but not unheard of. Castiel didn't know the signs, nor did he seem to care.
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Date: 2014-05-16 01:37 am (UTC)Sam is destined for great things, years down the road, so perhaps Castiel isn't as jaded as the others just yet, but getting to that point with little interruption is the hard part. He can only guide so much, can only offer so much; ultimately, the way he arrives at the destined point would be up to Sam. Sometimes it seemed too easy.
Others, not so much. Castiel lacked a great deal of understanding in how to directly interact with humans; he was allowed very little exposure given his rank and age. But the more Sam progressed in his young life, the closer Castiel hovered. Instead of merely watching when it was necessary, he would visit. Take note on how Sam was dealing with the horrible, but inevitable, trauma that had come down upon him at such a young age. Demons would be near on occasion, and Castiel silently dealt with them, making sure they would never reach their target.
At present, he's watching Sam, eyes fixated on the stories he constructed with meager toys and limited memory to go on. It's sad, or Castiel at least thinks it's predictable. Humans were so fragile; expecting one, even one so saddled with a heavy destiny, to come from tragedy unscathed was unthinkable. His expression is measured, heavy around the eyes and tight at his jaw, as he continues to watch Sam from a safe distance. Developing feelings of attachment to their charges was somewhat rare, but not unheard of. Castiel didn't know the signs, nor did he seem to care.