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uberbonedsunday_reveries : "No one ever does live happily ever after, but we leave the children to find that out for themselves." — Stephen King (Wolves of the Calla)
At the end of the world and the center of the darkness, two angels who couldn't rightly be called angels anymore, watched the fireworks. One of them standing stark-still like a state, staring with the eyes of the damned and despaired, the other sitting on the hood of an old Impala that no one was going to live to come back to care for, with his legs crossed, looking not nearly as carefree as he'd been, once upon a time.
"Why didn't you just let him kill me?" Castiel remarked, the deep bass of his voice marked by some quiet anguish. He was always the weird, broody type. He used to be a lot more fun to mess with, too... Now it was about like kicking a lame dog. That didn't stop Gabriel from trying, however.
Gabriel flicked a coin in the air and caught it and repeated the process. "Don't you think there's been enough fratricide for one night?" Castiel didn't so much as twitch. "...You know, when I told you about how angels are supposed to be all serious and emotionless... I was lying. I think you would have figured that out by now, chucklehead."
"They're killing each other." Because that was the real point.
Gabriel rolled his eyes melodramatically as Castiel's words made him miss the coin as it came down again. It rolled off the hood of the car and was left to be forgotten on the ground. "Yeah, well, Lucifer and Michael-"
"Sam and Dean," Castiel cut him off, finally turning to look Gabriel right in the eye. The archangel scoffed and quirked an eyebrow.
"Castiel, you sentimental moron," he groaned, sliding off the hood of the car with the ease of a lazy cat. "Did you totally miss the memo? Sam and Dean Winchester don't live here anymore. Boom." He snapped his fingers in Castiel's face and the other angel didn't react- typical. "Finished. Finito. I'm stealing their car and heading to Maui when this is over. If Maui's still there... Ah, hell, I'll just make another one." He wandered a few steps forwards to lean over the railing that overlooked the canyon where the fight was being held. Best seats in the house to the Apocalypse, really.
"You didn't answer my question."
Gabriel turned slowly with an annoyed sigh. You're the biggest buzzkill ever. How the hell did Dean Winchester keep you around without going insane? "Actually, I totally did. You just didn't like that answer."
Castiel just stared. Gabriel did a passable imitation of the stare and then burst into frustrated chuckles. "Okay, the real reason I didn't let Raphael do his worst?" He started walking towards Castiel and when he got close, sidestepped and began to walk past, only to stop and add, practically in the other angel's ear, "Because you needed to see it." He stepped away and circled around the car, walking just for the sake of walking. When he glanced up, Castiel's expression was somewhere between furious and horrified.
"Don't look at me like that, bro. You had it coming. I mean, I may have shucked off my halo and took up the mantle of a heathen god, but at least I wasn't making big, sad puppy eyes at Michael's vessel like a girl hurtin' for a date to prom. I mean, which one of us is really the pathetic one here?"
"You abandoned our father-"
Gabriel was over the hood of the car and in Castiel's face again in a span of mere seconds, almost too fast to be seen. "Don't you start there, Castiel. That's what almost got Dean's organs turned into smoothies and I'm really, really not in the mood for your good son bullshit. I loved Him too, you know. And this... This is what He leaves us with." He waved his hand towards the canyon, voice taking on an almost frantic edge. "So here endeth the lesson. You get to live and see how much good that attitude did you and, maybe, it'll knock some sense into you. Although, honestly, I'm pretty sure you've got rocks in that skull of yours, so this could all be a moot point. What can I say? I'm forgiving. And you're getting about as boring as Mad TV."
He stalked back over to the railing and went back to watching, his expression coldly serious. "You're gonna like Paradise, Castiel. It's not nearly as painful as not knowing what the hell to do anymore."
Castiel just stayed silent.
"Why didn't you just let him kill me?" Castiel remarked, the deep bass of his voice marked by some quiet anguish. He was always the weird, broody type. He used to be a lot more fun to mess with, too... Now it was about like kicking a lame dog. That didn't stop Gabriel from trying, however.
Gabriel flicked a coin in the air and caught it and repeated the process. "Don't you think there's been enough fratricide for one night?" Castiel didn't so much as twitch. "...You know, when I told you about how angels are supposed to be all serious and emotionless... I was lying. I think you would have figured that out by now, chucklehead."
"They're killing each other." Because that was the real point.
Gabriel rolled his eyes melodramatically as Castiel's words made him miss the coin as it came down again. It rolled off the hood of the car and was left to be forgotten on the ground. "Yeah, well, Lucifer and Michael-"
"Sam and Dean," Castiel cut him off, finally turning to look Gabriel right in the eye. The archangel scoffed and quirked an eyebrow.
"Castiel, you sentimental moron," he groaned, sliding off the hood of the car with the ease of a lazy cat. "Did you totally miss the memo? Sam and Dean Winchester don't live here anymore. Boom." He snapped his fingers in Castiel's face and the other angel didn't react- typical. "Finished. Finito. I'm stealing their car and heading to Maui when this is over. If Maui's still there... Ah, hell, I'll just make another one." He wandered a few steps forwards to lean over the railing that overlooked the canyon where the fight was being held. Best seats in the house to the Apocalypse, really.
"You didn't answer my question."
Gabriel turned slowly with an annoyed sigh. You're the biggest buzzkill ever. How the hell did Dean Winchester keep you around without going insane? "Actually, I totally did. You just didn't like that answer."
Castiel just stared. Gabriel did a passable imitation of the stare and then burst into frustrated chuckles. "Okay, the real reason I didn't let Raphael do his worst?" He started walking towards Castiel and when he got close, sidestepped and began to walk past, only to stop and add, practically in the other angel's ear, "Because you needed to see it." He stepped away and circled around the car, walking just for the sake of walking. When he glanced up, Castiel's expression was somewhere between furious and horrified.
"Don't look at me like that, bro. You had it coming. I mean, I may have shucked off my halo and took up the mantle of a heathen god, but at least I wasn't making big, sad puppy eyes at Michael's vessel like a girl hurtin' for a date to prom. I mean, which one of us is really the pathetic one here?"
"You abandoned our father-"
Gabriel was over the hood of the car and in Castiel's face again in a span of mere seconds, almost too fast to be seen. "Don't you start there, Castiel. That's what almost got Dean's organs turned into smoothies and I'm really, really not in the mood for your good son bullshit. I loved Him too, you know. And this... This is what He leaves us with." He waved his hand towards the canyon, voice taking on an almost frantic edge. "So here endeth the lesson. You get to live and see how much good that attitude did you and, maybe, it'll knock some sense into you. Although, honestly, I'm pretty sure you've got rocks in that skull of yours, so this could all be a moot point. What can I say? I'm forgiving. And you're getting about as boring as Mad TV."
He stalked back over to the railing and went back to watching, his expression coldly serious. "You're gonna like Paradise, Castiel. It's not nearly as painful as not knowing what the hell to do anymore."
Castiel just stayed silent.
Muse: The Trickster
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