#c: Uriel

[packlesshybrid]

Uriel wasn't the only one that laughed, though Theo did only after the guy's comment about really good dick. That he couldn't deny, though that's not why he didn't immediately respond to him. Instead it was that he was a bit distracted by the guy somewhat revealing his apparently really good dick. Yeah, Theo looked. Could he really be blamed here when Uriel was clearly showing some of it off for him? "...I suppose I can only take your word for it for now." He said before eventually he started swimming again. Even as he did that, Theo wasn't that focused on it as his attention was more so on their conversation as he listened as intently as one could while Uriel spoke more about ass play and even bottoming himself. "Good to know. I'm still gonna keep a mental note of that. Same with getting you to bottom." He told him.

Just like with that topic, Theo also listened as intently as he could to Uriel's answer to his question about what kinks the guy had. While he didn't end up getting what he wanted, the answer he did get made Theo take a pause on the swimming to look at Uriel with lustful excitement. "Oh wow! Really?! You'd love to fuck me right here?" Theo asked before he finally started making the gap between them smaller by swimming over to him. Yeah, he was gonna shoot his shot now. Why not? There was no reason not to just get to it here and now. They were both aroused currently and had voiced a clear desire to have sex with each other. Besides they were both already fully naked, so there was already one thing that they didn't need to spend time on doing. "If that's really what you want, then perhaps we should make that happen." He said after coming to a stop in front of him. Theo then looked around for the closest way to land. "Hmm... how about before showing me how good your dick really is, I let you see and play with my ass first? I mean, you gotta get to know what I'm working with, right?"

Uriel had to laugh at that. "For you to like it much I would say you found some magic or we could just call it, really good dick. Good thing I have one of those" He said and purposely moved up so Theo could see some of it. He did find it interesting that he specially mentioned big and thick dicks, even if it was a joke. So he has evolved into a size queen? Not that he was huge. What Theo was looking at was not hard, but not totally soft either. He had a decent size. Trapped between satisfactory and too much to handle. People did love that he was uncut though..." "Hm? Oh no saying that I would want it, just that it is on the table. There is a difference between a tongue and a dick." He shrugged, not ignoring the hint of arousal that oozed out of him. "But again I'm not opposite to bottoming, I'm just picky about it. Who knows, you may proof yourself to be worthy of my ass in time." Uriel then splashed at himself "I think it is easier to say what I'm not into, but I can tell you one thing I love, that would be fucking you right here if the mood strikes."

[scarlet-cookie]

”Hey look Uriel I have wings now too”

“[(Mandatory Eden censor)] I was hoping it wouldn’t be this way.”

[lostonesart]

"Let's go fly a kite!"

For @the-trinket-witch's event airborne afternoon event

So Steampunk isn't exactly my strong suit, I apologize that he looks so plain. thought I'd give him a kite to give him something.

I couldn't decide which background looked better so you get both.

He actually has keys tied to the ends of the kite tails, you just can't see them(I'll add it under a read more.)

[vicedmuses]

@nghtdsires asked: m/m 11 tobias or uriel with jackson (athlete coach connection?)

it was customary for some of the best or most stressed athletes to get a massage after a game or practice. as the assistant coach, that tradition normally fell onto him. he didn't remember when he asked jackson to basically strip down, but he wasn't complaining about the view that he was currently getting. "how does this feel?" with an oiled up hand, he massaged up the man's torso and then over to his chest. uriel made sure to spend his time on each pec, slowly squeezing them before he went down the man's abs again. "you seem to be enjoying yourself. do you think they're really all gone?"

[xastarothx]

          a gift for @conquestofuriel,

note: wherever seraphim girlies hang out

          Time warped differently for creatures that lived forever, entities that’d never reach a finite death. The only thing which could destroy them was to be utilized by their own kind, it was a humorous tinkering to the life of a seraphim and it likely wrought the war between siblings as an inevitable. The war was fresh on Astaroth’s mind in spite of the eons which separated it from the now, the sight of their siblings ichor, the fall; all a stones throw away for the Fallen. Uriel was a prominent force whenever the memories were prompted, the dreaded Conqueror, the most loyal to Ulthar, contesting even Michael for such title. “Let’s not drag this out any further,” they often wonder if remaining attuned to their celestial powers, holed up in the divine realm, was worth the bloodshed for the Blessed. They figured now that answers would finally be given for his curiosities, arms crossed in that louche manner of disrespect Roth had taken on since playing the role of a mortal, “You’ve been avoiding me, Uriel.” There’s disrespect which falls on every syllable, countenance unreadable as they half-sulk across from the Conquest, teasing words falling flat as they spliced through the silence.

He’d awaited seeing his Blessed siblings, nearly counted the days until time spent in the mortal realm allowed him to abandon the fervent objective; if the Blessed were to hide out in the divine realm then so be it. Roth was certain now, facing across from Uriel, that whatever tempted them out of their pluperfect little world had not been the result of their Fallen siblings and his curiosity grew insatiably.

[awechefant]

The same mistakes, the same ends. Again and again. What should I... what could we have done?

The Thirteenth; our written existence lay in the tatters of the void-ridden world as we drifted unconsciously in the rift.

[wadecalhoun]

          a gift for @conquestofuriel​,

          “Iskander, is it?” Wade hadn’t been particularly partial to making friends within the confines of the Eye. Sanem had been a delighted surprise, bonding over the horrors of the night which brought them to the Eye’s fold, but mostly Wade tried not to get enveloped into their ranks, fall in as another mundane statistic in a motley of indifference. He’s waltzed into the room, a bit of pep in his step as he slings a prepared backpack over his shoulder, something for a mission, holding little trinkets of survival. Quick bags of food for a stakeout, water; the little things; they’d merely have to pick up the necessary weapons on the way out. “Orion’s fucked off and I need your help; been told to go linger around the forest the fey are now inhabitin’.” Considering what had ensued with Robin at the outskirts of the forest, Wade is a complete mess of anxiety, inquietude consuming him, but he stands tall, pretends there’s not this horrible feeling gnawing at him. “The Enforcer said one of you has to come with me so it looks like you’re up.”

Wade had staked out Lupercalia with Orion but had never said much of anything to Iskander; this was perhaps the most he’d ever chatted with the guy since he’d become affiliated with The Eye.

[quietwings-fics]

watch over me

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandom: Supernatural Ship: Anna/Castiel/Uriel Additional Tags: Alternate Season/Series 09, Nearly Human Castiel (Supernatural), Cold Weather, Holding Hands, Sharing Body Heat, Polyamory, Angelcest (Supernatural), Homelessness Wordcount: 426 Summary:

Castiel walks with his siblings through the freezing snow.

Prompt:

"anna/uriel/cas? 👀"

They had a room for the night, for once. Paid for with stolen money but whatever stipulations Castiel had about that ended at frostbitten fingers. He chose to accept Anna’s reasoning at the end of the day—they needed it more than anyone they took from.

But now Castiel is following her through the frozen streets again and taking each step carefully in case of patches of ice on the sidewalk. Anna is too far ahead, and she hasn’t put her blade away. Her grip on it is white-knuckled, every inch of her tense as if marching into the snow looking for shelter is the same as a war. She always goes distant when she has to kill one of their siblings.

If they wouldn’t keep following him, if they would leave Castiel alone, if they would just stop, no one would be hurt.

Or if Anna and Uriel would let Castiel go, let the first angel they come across next tear him apart in justified revenge-

Uriel steps closer to him. Their shoulders brush as they walk. Castiel hadn’t realized how badly he was shivering until Uriel’s hands surround his own. Fallen as he is, Uriel’s body stays warm with the flickers of grace left to him. Castiel sucks in a breath as their skin touches. It almost burns to have his hands held. Uriel squeezes them tighter.

He gazes at Anna’s silhouette in the snow as it falls faster around them. She turns like he’s called her name.

Uriel still forgets the two of them speak a language Castiel has been cast out from. Anna doesn’t. When she’s close enough to speak aloud, she does, taking in Castiel’s shivering body. “What?”

“How much further?” Uriel asks. Castiel can feel his fingers again, curled inside the cup of Uriel’s hands.

“A few more blocks. It…” Anna hesitates. “It isn’t much. I noticed an underpass while we were on the bus.” She looks at Castiel. “I thought, with a roof over your head and the two of us to keep you warm-”

“It’ll be enough,” Castiel says. Anna reaches out and spreads her warm hands over his cheeks. He shudders and presses his face into her palms. It stings a little to feel the frozen nerves wake up again, but he’ll take it. She skates her fingers over his whole face, warming his nose and lips and chin. She’d rather touch him than a blade, he knows.

With Uriel on one side and Anna on the other as they trudge ever onward, Castiel feels watched over.

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[yesimadeanotherblogfuckoff]

i think about it all the time how giddy aziraphale got in s1 when crowley was called his “boyfriend in the dark glasses”

i mean come on look at that face

he likes the idea of Crowley being his boyfriend

reminder: less than five seconds ago he was denying that he had been consorting with Crowley at all

but the moment Uriel calls him Aziraphale’s boyfriend, all logic goes out the fucking window and he’s smiling like an idiot apparently not giving a damn if it’s in front of three angels

if that’s his reaction in front of angels then what the hell in he doing in private?! is he doodling hearts in his sketchbook with C + A in the middle? is he crooning to his Jane Austen books about about how handsome his BOYFRIEND looked today? gay ass

[2-dsimp]

What if Uriel and M/C are on a date or hangout at home and an X-rated scene pops up and M/C says "We should do that."

Cw: suggestive

Uriel’s inner monologue : Love over lust, love over lust, love conquers all! I shall not be tempted Dreamie! No matter how much I want to treat you like a bleep and bleep you and bleep your lovely bleep until I can’t bleep no more. Just like in the movie.

[c-u-c-koo-4-40k]

Cato: Why do I feel weird when (insert reader) smiles at someone else? It must be annoyance. Yes thats it! They're annoying with their small cute stature, and mousey adorable face, and their grating lovely voice.

I shall be rude to them. Because they deserve it. For not giving me their attention.

...Why don't they want to be around me??

Uriel, Titus, Guilliman Literally ANYBODY else: For Fuck's Sake

Uriel's subtle revenge

Author's note: y'all inspired me to make a Uriel Ventris chapter with the Serf Reader. I hope y'all enjoy!

Warnings: A bit of Bully Cato, let me know if I need to add more.

Tagged: @sleepyfan-blog @bleedingichorhearts @kit-williams @barn-anon @c-u-c-koo-4-40k

Tagged: @i-am-a-dragon34 @egrets-not-regrets , @gra93fruit-blog

‘Sometimes,’ Uriel Thinks to himself as he carefully tracks down one particular Serf that comes from his planet of birth from a farming community near where he'd grown up, “I think Captain Sicarius believes His own hype a little too much.’

While the Captain of the Second company is an exceptional fighter with few who could match him in sword, bolter, and tactics. His personality was something that rubbed others the wrong way, like stroking a cat's fur the wrong way far too roughly.

He spots the Serf dutifully tending to their tasks, their hair pinned up and out of the way as they diligently clean the room. They look up and around, feeling eyes on them. They look into his eyes briefly before they look down and properly Bow to him, pausing their work.

“Greetings, Lord Angel,” They say with very care pronunciation.

Uriel remembers when he had Pasinius were young Aspirants and they’d been with a whole barracks full of boys within the acceptable age range from every planet within Ultramar and the teasing and mockery he and his oldest friend had gotten for their ‘hick planet accent’.

Your particular version of their shared accent is really adorable in his opinion. Even when you are trying to hide it, which is a shame in his opinion.

“Greetings Serf,” he says, allowing his Calthian accent to come through.

Their head shot up and they stared at him wide eyed for a moment. Recognizing their shared accent.

“I hear you come from a place near where I used to live,” Uriel continued. “Have the grox-cheeses in the deep caves aged into the wine-dark musk that I remember?”

“Yes, and the festival of cheese wheels happened a few months before I left, Lord Angel,” you reply, your accent thickening back to what it was before you'd come aboard the space ship.

You knew that The Angels of Ultramar are from all over the planets under the protective Custody of the Imperial Regent. But you hadn't realized that one of the farm boys of Calth had actually managed to become an Angel, from what you can read of his Armor, he's a Captain, which is somewhat high ranking. Although at least as far as you can tell, it is.

Uriel and you talk about the various festivals and celebrations that their towns share, to mark the seasons and other important Holidays and events that are celebrated either for local planetary things, or for more important Imperium wide events.

Uriel is regaling you about one of the times he had done the Space Cooper's-hill cheese rolling and wake, one Of the few that he'd participated in before becoming an Aspirant.

You had started to smile and giggle as Uriel was describing something when a voice called out, haughty, And annoyed, “tch, must you speak in such a low way Ventris?”

Uriel's smile only faded somewhat, but his eyes sharpen at the way that you were slightly edging away from the sharp, sour tones of Captain Sicarius.

Uriel allowed himself to glance towards the older Ultramarine, noticing the way he was fuming and scowling at the pair of them.

Uriel stopped himself from smirking a little bit as he realized just how Annoyed the noble-blooded Ultramarine was.

“Ah, Lassie,” Uriel drawls, thickening his accent further, glancing down at you with an innocuous smile,“th’ Cap is fair steam'd.”

“Speak. Properly,” Cato hisses at his annoying younger brother. “You are the Fourth Captain of the Ultramarines.”

Cato clenches his fists and relaxes them a couple of times. He had been going in this direction for a purpose, but what that wa flew out of his head when he had heard and seen Uriel speaking with you.

And realizing one of the things is that had bugged him about you. That deeply annoyed him, throne-Cursed Ventris is also from Calth. And the little snot likes to use that accent, which no one but him and his fellow country Bumpkins can understand.

He is ignoring the fact that part of the reason he's so angry is that Ventris got you to smile and giggle at him. He should go to an Apothecary because one of his hearts had started hurting A little to see you look at a different Space Marine like that. Then the bizarre hurt turned into welcome and familiar rage.

“If you aren't doing anything important,” Cato barks at the pair of Calthians,”stop blocking the hallways and get back to work.”

You started to curl in on yourself As a hot flush of shame has your cheeks turning red. You had continued to work, albeit At a slower pace as you spoke and listened to Captain Sicarius's word.

“I think you need to dislodge your sword from your scrotum,” Ventris snarks at Cato.

Cato feels a vein start to throb in his forehead at the younger Captain’s Words. You and I need to go to the sparring ring. Now.”

“Gladly,” Uriel says, giving you a nod before following after an angrily stomping Cato.

He was glad he was able to speak with you for a little while. There aren't many fellow Calthians that go off planet.

[angelicswagsummit]

Round Three Section C

[noneorother]

The grand unified theory of Good Omens S2 hangs on - you guessed it - a double meaning (and art). *Part 4*

Part 1 l Part 2 l Part 3 l Part 4 l Part 5 l The End?

This is major spoilers for season 3 territory. You have been warned. I'm also going to split this into parts because wow, I have so many ✨Clues✨! Friends, we have arrived at the prestige! Metatron come at me bro, catch these hands. Oh wait you can't, you always have your hands in your pockets...

People smarter than me have talked all about Aziraphale's magician outfits on this show, so I won't steal their thunder. Suffice it to say, The Metatron is wearing a weirdly dark coat and tie over his whole outfit. Which gives him a very only a white floating head look, but also keeps in the theme of ✨I am a magician���. He's here to perform a trick!

I also won't talk a lot about him in the coffee shop because that's been done already. If we have learned anything from part 3, analyzing the coffee to death is what we are supposed to be doing, because He is distracting everyone with a benign object that we can inspect. So while he's waving this coffee around in the shop going "SEE I KNOW HOW EARTH WORKS" he's also doing something fascinating: Checking to see who recognizes him.

Weirdly, even though Aziraphael saw him in season one, and the angels all work with him, no one does right away. EXCEPT for Saraquiel and Crowley, who just saw his face not in person, but in a video tape of sorts up in heaven at Gabriel's trial by farce. And then something funny happens. Saraquiel is scared shitless and pretends to have 'forgotten' like Michael, but Crowley admits loud and proud that he does. Then Uriel gives THE BIGGEST SIDEYE I have ever seen on screen to Michael, as in "You don't recognize our boss? I am very afraid for what that means."

As far as I can understand, this is the reason the Metatron is here : "Are we in the version of events where I lose?" And the answer The Metatron gets after the question is : We are in the version of events where I have severely fucked with Michael, sort of fucked with the other angels, I have fucked with Aziraphale, and Crowley has seen me already in heaven. Now we're missing a lot of information as to WHY this specific answer is good for The Metatron, and how much Saraquiel knows, but it seems like he interprets this as an "I haven't lost yet, and I can still do my trick".

So now here we are, at the most important part of the episode, in my (and Aziraphale's) opinion. THE double meaning.

This line is insane. On the surface we have meaning 1) The Metatron is scolding over-zealous angels for meddling in this affair, and over reaching with their power, especially threatening to use the book of life on people. He's the good guy! But under the surface we have meaning 2) I HAVE THE BOOK OF LIFE and I have been using it on everybody in this room. If I don't get my way this time around, I will edit you guys again, and you will have done the right thing. And with that admission, Aziraphale severely twigs and becomes very afraid. From then on his voice shakes and he babbles, and he has trouble looking the Metatron in the eye. I'm willing to bet that this is the moment Aziraphale realizes what The Metatron just admitted: I am creating a version of reality as we speak where I change you and Crowley (and everyone else) so that you lose to me. A terrified Aziraphael goes off with The Metatron to have a chin wag. Now here's the trick.

We've already established that Maggie and Nina are here as stage assistants to The Metatron, so they need time to work on Crowley alone. If they talk to A/C together, like they would have without The Metatron's appearing in the scene before, better communication might have happened between them. He made Aziraphale disappear from the scene!

This does NOT look like the face of someone getting good news. We never heard what the details were besides inviting Crowley to the job promotion, so who knows what he threatened him with, but

This looks like the face of someone caught in a trap. So we are now seeing the prestige! We don't need that coffee anymore, that cup is GONE BABY. Aziraphale has been removed from the Nina/Maggie confession like a dove, and placed in The Metatron's dark coat pocket. Now he just needs to make our angel reappear in the scene the assistants have prepared for him and let him fail, thus completing the trick (uhg I hate it. So cruel).

I'm going to turn the final 15 into it's own post because this is already very long. Let's skip it for now, but we know our lovebirds get separated by heaven, and Aziraphale leaves. The Metatron breathes a huge sigh of relief in the elevator as he thinks his trick has worked, and he has won.

So it's finished now, and there's seemingly no way out. Aziraphale now knows what The Metatron meant when he communicated "I am creating a version of reality as we speak where I change you and Crowley and everything else so that you lose to me."

BUT! ARE YOU READY FOR THIS SHIT? BECAUSE IT HIT ME LIKE LIQUID JET FUEL. And I think it hits Aziraphale right here, (when he makes the creepy face after being hit with a beam of light i.e. realization)

That means that in the original version of events before all the edits, Crowley & Aziraphale won.

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If you've gotten this far, thanks so much for reading. I'd love to hear what you thought, or even reblog it with your ✨Clues✨! Want to read more about the timey wimey business that we're gonna see in season 3, and why all this changes the final 15? Well I have *part 5* coming in just a bit. Parts 5 and The End are here! Part 1 l Part 2 l Part 3 l Part 4 l Part 5 l The End?

[millytherat]

Reading through @badaziraphaletakes inspired me to make a post about reasons:

Why people tend to choose Crowley of Aziraphale, and, consequently, think Aziraphale is bad

This might be a long post, i'll cover some topics and i might get all over the place at some point! But please be patient! Can i get into it?

Inversion of values

When first watching Good Omens, you might expect a strong inversion of values, that Heaven is bad and Hell is good, angels are the oppresors and demons the victims

It is mostly religiously (religious trauma) motivated, aka "christianity is a fucking bullshit" motivated, to expect seeing the ones who calls themselfs good (Heaven, who we interpret as Christian religious figures) be actually bad (wich, in real life, they tend to be) and, the ones they cast out as evil and sinful (Hell, wich we interpret in this case as anyone the church calls sinful, like the queer comunity) to be good and innocent and just different, it makes us feel emphatic for them, even seeing that they are, indeed, bad

I believe some people just dont want to accept it, they want to believe the angels are inherently bad and the demons just questioned their bad ways

But they arent, if anything ALL angels and demons are naturally good and innocent, "oh but Gabriel!" He was naturally good, we saw it, the same with Michael and Uriel too, they're all just tainted by the strong grip Heaven demands for them to have; in episode 1 season 2, we see both Crowley (as starmaker) and Aziraphale being totally innocent and adorable, they're good by nature, no one in the story is actually evil

When this inversion of values we wish for isnt fulfilled, it might cause an annoyance, i know a lot of people who dont accept it, and just make it up because... well is expected!

Queerness

This was originally taken from a post of "Bad Aziraphale Takes"

Crowley is "more queer" than Aziraphale, at least thats how people see it as, in fics too, how many times Crowley gender is explored, with pronouns and labels and identities? While the more i saw for Aziraphale was a vulva or they/them pronouns, and never in a human au! Aziraphale is depicted and seem as a cisgender male

I have seem even people saying Aziraphale have internalized homophobia! I- how??

Found them! @theelastword made an ask on the "bad Aziraphale takes" blog that inspired this bit <3 thank you love

Need for a villain and favorites

As we saw, people that hate Aziraphale choose to see Heaven as evil, as the villain, and that is also followed by many people who dont hate Aziraphale! Well, might i say that... we dont have a real villain in Good Omens? The angels arent evil for wishing to follow what they believe to be God's plan, nor for deminishing humanity- but i'm getting ahead of myself here!

The need to see Heaven as inhetently bad, the big bad villain, makes people see Aziraphale, going back there "freely", hurting Crowley's feelings, saying Hell/demons are the bad guys (wich they ARE?? There is not an inversion of values!) As him being evil, as him going to the side of the villain instesd of choosing Crowley, going back to CROWLEY'S abusers, not his, not theirs, Crowley

I do believe humans have a natural need to have favorites, when you're a kid is always "wich caracther of this cartoon am i?" and later is always "wich do i relate to more? Wich do i like more?", and people choose Crowley for all those reasons above and probally some personal ones too

So! As a small conclusion:

People choose to prefer Crowley, they choose to see Crowley as better because he's a "good demon", he's the victim that fell from Heaven and hates Hell, he's the queer caracther, he's kind and genuine and helps Aziraphale and have a car he loves

Because of the idea that Aziraphale is: A) opposite to Crowley; B) an Angel! (The abusers! The bad guys! The evil!); C) a BAD angel for that matter, he's selfish and mundane and comes across as rude to Crowley (because he acts so fucking autistic too!); people tend to DISLIKE Aziraphale, small simple minded people, but people nonetheless

I know the whole post is a bit over the place, it might sound confusing here and there, but i really wanted to put all this together to try and understand why people hate Aziraphale

I though maybe this can give a small input on why people think like that, it sures helps me to understand how they think that and what they mean by their terrible takes! I guess is mostly them being naive

Oh! You know how in the 2000's the media was demonizing femininity by having blond, pink, feminine villains in their high school romances? How we, to this day, tend to see feminine girls as fake, vulgar, naive, etc? How most teen girls go through a "not like other girls phase" because of that?

Same principle! Is the same reason for why they see Heaven and Aziraphale as evil

I hope someone can appreciate this lil silly thoughs put together <3

[galacticforces]

She knew that. Of course she knew that. But she didn't have any words to say to it with. What could she say? That it was all right? That he didn't have to forgive her? Of course he didn't, but that didn't mean she wanted to invite that possibility.

She looked at him for a long moment, sad. "Okay." Then, because there was nothing else to do, she turned around and she walked away, still mostly ignoring Uriel, even as she passed her.

|| CLOSED || Uriel & Michael ||

@galacticforces (╯°□°)╯︵ ✨FLINGS✨

Uriel was tired of the constant questions from Michael, as expected she didn't take her vague answers of 'maybe we don't have the full story' or 'hes an angel now' and her last straw seemed to have been finding Uriel with Crowley sleeping in her lap the day before in the shape of a cat. At her remark when she came across Uriel next she finally let out a sharp sigh and told her.

“Oh come off it Michael, he is Zadkiel.” At the comment she pushed whatever Gabriel had done to make her remember to her with a miracle, hoping it would go at least fairly unnoticed since she was directing the power of an already used one to include her warning to not let anyone know she knew and all.

[dreamytfw]

Not liking Cas because he let Sam out of the panic room in s4 and no one ever found out sure is... a choice. For a few of reasons.

a) Cas was under direct orders from Heaven at the time. He hadn't fully rebelled yet. And it was either carry out orders or be killed. Cas really didn't have a choice. And after he'd rebelled in s5, he didn't let Sam out of the panic room

b) Dean said he'd let Sam die in that panic room. He let Sam's hallucinations torture him. The detox Dean tried to do was cruel and inhumane, and can very easily be read as retaliation for Sam "choosing" Ruby over Dean (note: this does not mean it is the ONLY reading. And regardless of if you subscribe to the retaliation reading, the conditions Dean put Sam in were still cruel and inhumane). Hating Cas for letting Sam out of abusive, cruel, and inhumane conditions, but not hating Dean for doing that to Sam in the first place. Hm. Interesting.

c) This is a Doyalist reason rather than a Watsonian one, but it's still worth bringing up imo. From a writing perspective, I'm not sure who else was going to let Sam out. Demons can't open the door, so Ruby or even Lilith aren't options. iirc Dean and Bobby are the only humans that know Sam is in there, and they're not going to let him out because they've convinced themselves this is the right thing to do. Uriel's dead, and Anna's off doing her own thing. There literally was not another character who could have let Sam out. And the writers had to let Sam out to let the plot move forward. Like, if anyone can think of another character that was available, let me know. But just from a writing stand point, I literally cannot think of who else would have been able to let Sam out.

d) Blood freak Sam is extremely hot, so really, we should be thanking Cas for letting him be a feral little guy.

If people want to be mad at Cas, I can't stop them. But hating him for letting Sam out of the panic room in s4 is, imo, one of the dumbest and most inconsistent reasons. Dean was literally torturing Sam to death, but sure, yeah, let's be mad at the guy who was being forced under penalty of death to let Sam out. Like what kind of logic??