quick carcar as my take on destiel's first meeting inspired by the last drawing in this post by @hyunpon
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"I don't think it's working." Carlos feels like the sigils covering the old and rundown barn are mocking them. Who needs protection when the damn summoning spell is broken? "Are you sure you said the incantation correct? This 'Oscar' should be here by now, no?"
Lando rolls his eyes and huffs out, "Carlos — I swear to god — do you want to say it? Because you can just do it instead of complaining."
"Lando you know my accent is hard for the magic to understand!" Carlos exclaims, eyes wide as he stares down his friend.
"Spanish is literally a romance language you mupp—" Lando's squack of indignation is interrupted by a banging against the roof and walls of the barn. The entire structure shakes as Carlos and Lando scramble to grab their salt-filled shotguns and Daniel's demon-killing knife.
The lights suddenly begin to spark and shatter over them both. The fear Carlos sees in Lando's eyes hasn't been present since Carlos was torn apart by Hellhounds, damning his soul.
A loud noise draws their attention to the front of barn, as the door opens with ease. Whatever this 'Oscar' they're dealing with is powerful and the wards Carlos and Lando put up are beginning to feel like children's drawings.
Carlos sees the shadow first. Its presence makes the hair on the back of his neck stand upright and he adjusts the grip on his shotgun. His eyes trail up to where the shadow connects to the monster who dragged him out of Hell.
Bracing himself, Carlos looks up to see a young man in an ill-fitting suit and tie wearing an oversized trench coat. He looks almost bored as he walks towards them, eyes trained solely on Carlos.
Lando take the first shot, breaking Carlos' inspection of the swoop of the man's hair. He's completely unaffected by the bullet and continues on towards the hunters.
Carlos sends two more salt-filled rounds into the being, into Oscar, but still nothing seems to be working. He reaches down to make sure the knife is still within reach.
Oscar strides up and stands in front of Carlos, still completely ignoring Lando. Carlos is both grateful and terrified to see he has no interest in his friend.
"Who are you?" Carlos asks, more demands, Oscar. A name is not enough to understand how this monster got Carlos out of Hell.
Oscar looks imploringly at Carlos, as the hunter vaguely registers they're the same height.
"I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from down under, mate. A little bit thanks would be nice." The Australian accent and reference to Hell as 'down-under' leaves Carlos completely baffled.
"Right. Mate. Thank you?" Is all that leaves Carlos' mouth before he stabs this Oscar monster right in the heart.
Nothing happens. Lando stares at Carlos in horror while both Carlos and Oscar stare at the knife buried to the hilt in Oscar's chest.
"Really?" Oscar sounds exasperated as he reaches up and pulls one of the most powerful weapons Carlos and Lando have out of himself, and tosses it aside like it's worthless.
Lando moves to reach for the holy water but he's not fast enough. Oscar immediately turns towards him and puts two fingers to his forehead, making Carlos watch in horror as his best friend crumbles to the ground.
Carlos runs towards him yelling, "Lando no! No no no Landito wake up please Lando."
Tears are welling up in Carlos' eyes as Oscar speaks up once again. "Don't worry, he's just passed out. I'll wake him up when we're done here."
Oscar's manner of speaking is really getting on Carlos' nerves. How dare he be bored when Carlos is having one of the most insane days of his life. "What are you?" He asks Oscar, walking back towards him. "What do you want?"
Oscar smirks, the first sign of emotion Carlos has seen from him. "Ah, yes. I'm an Angel of the Lord. It doesn't matter what I want. I'm here to tell you what He wants."
"You are joking. There is no such thing as angels."
The smirk on Oscar's face grows as lightening striking outside. The light coming in from the windows and cracks in the walls shows off the huge shadows of Oscar's wings, spanning the entirety of the barn. Carlos can't distinguish if the feeling churning in his gut is fear or something else, something he refuses to acknowledge.
Standing in front of the angel, the only question worth asking makes its way through Carlos' lips. "Why would an angel rescue me from hell."
Oscar peers at the hunter, his gaze unwavering as he cocks his head, assessing the man in front of him. "You don't think you deserve to be saved, do you?"
Carlos inhales sharply as a lump forms in his throat.
"Oh, don't be like that," Oscar rolls his eyes and moves closer to Carlos, barely a breath between them. "I held your soul, mate. Rebuilt you atom from atom."
"Why?" The single world is desperate, almost broken. Carlos is just a man doing a job, trying to protect the people he loves. He was in Hell so Lando wouldn't be, just another soul to be damned in your average crossroads deal. It doesn't make sense for this angel, for Oscar, to have saved him. In Carlos' experience, good things don't happen.
"Because God commanded it," Oscar says, still staring at Carlos. His eyes feel piercing, like they're looking beyond Carlos' physical body and seeing deep into his soul.
'He might actually be looking at my soul,' is the stray thought whizzing through Carlos' brain as he does everything in his power to stop himself from licking his lips while he stares back at the angel.
"Because we have work for you, Carlos."
