Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or the universe from Supernatural, or the Bible for that matter. Except my writing, nothing is mine, not even the names of the OC Angels (found most of them in a Wikipedia page about enochian angels).

Pairing: Dean/Castiel, but in a very long time, and it's not the main focus of the story. Dean doesn't even appear until chapter 23.

Warning: Lots of references from the Bible. Many scenes in this fic could be quite hard to read (scenes of torture, slaughter, violence, execution etc), so beware if you're sensitive. Also, this fic is written in present tense and in first person point of view (I know some people refuse to read 1st person POV, so here, you've been warned).

Author/Translator's note: So, since apparently I enjoy pain, I decided to translate into english my own fic De la poésie pour poissons (300k+ for now, still a WIP). It's the first fic I ever wrote so the first chapters are not the best I can offer, but just keep reading, you'll see it gets better.

This story is entirely from Castiel's point of view, from the moment he is created, through the Bible events, season 4, and at some point through season 5 it will turn to AU. The story doesn't take account of anything that happens or is said in canon after season 5, but I use some characters from season 6 and 7 like Balthazar and Hester.

I will update every sunday until I run out of translated chapters. Just so you now, I have translated 19 chapters so far.

I would like to thank Jackallh who helps me write this story by cheering me up and giving me ideas. There would be no story at all without him. And thank you CloudFactory, my betareader for the english translation, you're the best!

Enough talking, now enjoy!

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The Garrison

Dark clouds veiling the sky and hurling thunderbolts at the rough sea. Deep shades of blue melding in a landscape of light and shadow.

This is my Father's work. I am living the first moments of the life He gave me.

The sand under my claws is sodden and waves crash into them at regular intervals.

A flash of pure white light tears up the distant horizon, again and again, in the deepest silence. Father is creating my brothers. I know it. I can feel it.

I turn to look at the Earth. The clouds are gradually parting. There are green hills and forests as far as I can see, so beautiful and so quiet, thriving in sunshine. The day star's blaze is not so different from the light radiating from my body.

Treetops barely reach my claws.

I slowly stretch my wings and fold them back, waiting for orders.

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The sun goes down, replaced by the moon wrapping the world with soft blue shadows. The ocean moves back, then up again to wet my feet.

A glowing halo has formed around me.

A touch on my shoulder. I allow myself to move and look up at the very first being to cross my path.

I recognize the Archangel Raphael, my older brother, even though I'm seeing him for the first time. A lot brighter and far more imposing than I am, he is radiant with power and spreads his wings gracefully.

"Castiel."

His voice sounds like seawater streaming down rocks. I look at him and wait for orders.

"You have been created to be part of the Garrison. Our Father commands you to observe the new form of life and to be ready to obey His orders."

"What new form of life?"

I look down at the vegetation covering the ground. I can feel several lifeforms in the surroundings. I am about to move in that direction, but the Archangel's grip on my shoulder tightens to hold me still.

"Don't step on that fish, Castiel. Father has great plans for that fish. That is the life form you need to observe."

He releases me and points at a tiny dot on the sand. Looking closer, I see a gray viscous fish crawling out of the water using its fins that seem to have mutated into some sort of ugly twisted legs.

So my mission is to observe this life form struggling to breathe air and walk on the ground. It doesn't seem that much different from any other living things shifting all around us.

I look up. Raphael is gone now, but a dozen Angels are flying in my direction, lighting up the night sky like swarming stars. They land at my side in a concert of rustling feathers. I make sure none of the Angels squish the fish crawling between my claws.

One of them gazes at me from head to claws. His Grace spins and swirls around in his body.

"Castiel, I presume? I am Uriel. Like you, I am part of the Garrison. Michael explained everything to us."

Another Angel speaks up:

"My name is Anael and I am responsible for leading the Garrison. You will address with me or the Archangels for any precision about the orders."

I nod at my superior officer.

I watch attentively the Angels who will be my brothers in arms from now on as they introduce themselves one by one.

They are named Rachel, Ephra, Riemu, Yasen, Zedekiel, Camael, Siosp, Miz, Ecaop, Hcoma, Htmorda and Levanael. The Garrison is composed of fifteen Angels, including me. And none of us could be mistaken for one another. Our body and wings might look quite similar, with the exception of our eyes' color, but every Grace shining inside is unique and inimitable.

Once the introductions are done, our General, Anael, gives us instructions. We must watch this species of fish and never influence its evolution unless we are directly told to.

Then, Anael looks down at the fish that crawled a meter further since my brothers arrived.

"Good. Now let's follow orders and watch the species. Castiel, stay here and watch this one and its kin in the sector. The rest of you, spread out on Earth. Keep me all informed of your observations. I will be waiting for regular and thorough reports."

They all fly away immediately, and I end up alone, staring down at the tiny being crawling on the ground.

My name is Castiel. I am an Angel of the Lord, the instrument of His divine will.

And I have a mission to carry out.


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In the next chapter

"Poetry against weapons and violence. For some reason I think your little pets are not going to win this one, Castiel."