So above, So below. Having the knowledge and resources to change the world.
The grass is threaded with clover, little balls like cotton or rabbit tails that smell dimly of nectar and summer. A slender red kite has tangled in the branches of an oak tree. A bare twig has stabbed up through it, like a splintered bone in a compound fracture.
Castiel, one-time Angel of the Lord, stands in the field watching the kite flutter weakly in the wind. All around him are well-dressed, dark-suited bodies. Ash wings stain the grass around them, branching out from their shoulders, making them appear like doves shot from the air.
Castiel looks upon them, his brothers and sisters, and feels nothing.
So above, so below.
It’s time to go to work.