Summary: The Reader and Castiel have been friends since the start of time. Since both of them were angels they spent a lot of time together, but angels don't have feelings for each other? Do they? After Castiel is turned into a human, the reader gets to for the first time see Castiel’s face seeing not his soul but features instead.
Word Count: 1,209
We’d have been friends for since... well since forever ago. Earth, when it was being made Cass and I were a little child. He was already daddy’s little boy, and to be honest I was daddy's little girl. We were the best of his children, that was until he sent Cass and me down to Earth. Cass and I acted as if we were siblings but we were far from, having been “Made up” in Fathers whatever image. For the billions of years that the two of us wanted, asked, and pleaded with Father for a case. He finally gave us one.
And when I say one I mean like a case, I mean like the hardest case that there was to give at the time. Which just so happened to be The Winchester’s, but more specifically the Winchester boys. Dean and Sam Winchester the brothers that somehow made the end of the world come and so much more other stuff I’m not really supposed to tell you.
After four hellish years, Cass turned laventihean, Cass thinking he was god, Michael/Adam killing him, Cass being incredibly dull. An issue happened, a very big issue happened. Something I didn’t know could possibly happen. Cass was drained of his angel grace and turned human, I could have saved him, but he said “No, you stay angel, we need comms inside.” I just had to go with what he said has the grace that was inside him, his wings fading, his true body coming into my view.
If you ever thought Cass’s soul was bright those sky blue eyes, and white teethed smile was so much brighter. The brown short spiked hair, oh Father, I should have probably stop when I could. But because neither Winchester’s would know how to take care of Cass, I did which only put me in a worse spot than before.
When Cass left the bunker I kept a close eye on him. Making sure he was safe and kept the Winchester’s and me in mind. Okay so after I saw his true maybe I talked to the older Winchester about ‘Kicking’ Cass out, I guess it happened when I went out to follow an order form Father I was very much a spy. I was only still at the bunker because the Winchester's were looking for angel grace to give back to Cass.
Then all a sudden Cass was back, he was standing in front of me again. The bright glow of his soul no longer what I was staring at. The entire person in front of me was so handsome. And yes I know I’m an angel and I shouldn’t be interested in anyone.
His blue eyes were as bright as the sky on the brightest day too. He’d smile and the wrinkles on his face squished around his eyes but still, the bright blue was so amazing and was pulling me closer and faster every time I saw him.
His white teeth the color of what heaven looked like was even more enticing. He’d smile when he learned something new or was talking about his bees and how so important they were to the evolution to the earth. I also agreed in, but I wasn’t as in love with the bees as Cass was.
Father, Give me the blessing of having self-control.
At least maybe I can have some self-control with Cass oh wait no I can’t, His brown spiked hair, just enough for me to drag my hands through his hair and pull it pulling his face closer to my body. My nails dragging down his back I can still feel the presence of his wings, their energy driving his passion. My grace spilling out of my pores, gracing Cass's body. His grunts of passion, moans of love. His pet names “Honey, Sweetie, Sugar” Somehow always making everything melt inside of me. My lewd and curious mind spitting out bad but wonderful things. I had Cass under my control, he was mine and mine alone.
Waking up was the worst feeling ever. “That was all just a dream?” I asked out loud. I was more asking the question out loud to make it real, but I didn’t expect what happened next, which was the answer. The answer that came from the voice of Cass, ‘Shit’ was all I could think of.
“The answer to your question is, Probably,” Cass said walking into the room that the Winchester boys had given me. “What did you hear?” I asked him. “To be honest, I think it was moaning, and groaning like you were having a nightmare that’s why I came by your room to see if you were okay, Y/n. Are you okay?” Cass said. As he came closer to where I was sitting.
I rubbed my legs together feelings of being suddenly aroused come through my legs and up my waist to my heart. Okay, the dream was nice and everything but what in the holy name of my father, just happened? “You know this is the first time I have ever seen your face, Y/n!” “Same, for me Cass,” I answered quickly.
“There are many features on your beautiful face that I am attracted to,” Cass said, I had forgotten how straight forward Cass really was, I had always thought was because of his angelic side, but maybe it was just Cass. “You see Y/n, you look at me like how do I say it, like how Dean looks at well his car, any type of women, and food.” I turned my head to the side and had a questioning look on my face telling him I needed more information. “Okay how about how Father looks at his people of the earth, almost like he’s madly in love with them. Are you madly in love with me, Y/n?”
What is going on, He’d only been human for a few months, well if we are being exact it been 6 months 23 days so it been some time, sometimes for him to notice that I stare at him more often, and the stares are so much longer. We have been here together for centuries, for eons. Why now does he notice? Was his angelic side holding him back from being able to express his true feelings?
“You’re overthinking, Y/n,” Cass said breaking my train of thought, jeez those lips look really close and look so damn enticing. Oh Father he is really close like our knees are touching his breath fanning me, sending me into a frenzy. I’m moving all by myself, What are you doing Y/n? Stop moving closer.
What happens if Cass doesn’t want this?
“Come over here, and let's stop wasting the time we could have been using. I’m tired of going by the rules. I may not understand love, but we have been together for eons. Y/n I love you, and I want you to be mine for the rest of time.” I pulled the covers from over my body, and jumped into the lap of Cass, his warm hands grabbing my hips and grinding me against him. “I have learned a few things since being human, mostly from Dean. Has Dean says “Rock her world!” and then he winks.”
A/N: i leave for virginia early tomorrow morning (literally 330 wtf) so yeah. i was gonna say that this might seem like a filler except for the end but it shouldn’t so thats for you to decide i guess. moodboard by @wazzupmrstark also she said that this is sad and thats the most emotion ive ever seen from her so. Here you go. If you want to do the math for how old people are, take the number and divide it by 295 :)
Warnings: angst
Word Count: 1.2k
You arrived at home and wandered the halls, having nothing to do to otherwise. You wondered why you hadn’t been banished immediately, it’s not like you could take anything with you and why would any angel in their right mind want to keep someone who causes havoc in their precious realm? You found yourself in the kitchen when you heard the door slam shut.
“Y/N” Your fathers' voice echos through the house, much as it had during your trial, his tone filled with something between anger and disappointment.
“Yes, father?” You leaned against the marble countertop of the kitchen island where the pale pink camellias sat, mixed in with lilac coloured hyacinths. You ran the soft petals through your fingers.
Your father entered the kitchen, running a hand through his hair. He stopped on the other side of the island and drummed his fingers against the counter. He looked stressed. You could see that he was sucking on his teeth and looking anywhere but at you. You felt a small twinge of guilt that passed a moment later.
“I don’t- I” He stuttered out, still averting his gaze from you. “I don’t know what to do little dove. They won’t budge. I still don’t believe that it was you but they won’t let me prove that it wasn’t” He met your eyes, his voice dropped to a whisper “I can’t lose you too”
That hit harder than you had expected. You were much too deep now to go back. You were being sent to Hell tonight. This is what you wanted. What you’ve wanted for the better part of your 6,379 years.
“Dad” You spoke softly, you only ever called him dad at home, surrounded by the walls between which you currently stood. Anywhere else, he was ‘father’. “It was me. Okay? I know that it’s not what you want to hear but-”
“No. No, it couldn’t be” he cut you off.
“Dad” You repeat yourself multiple times, trying to get his attention back on you. He continued to ramble on, his hands shaking as he spoke. He muttered stuff about Lillian always looking similar to you and how maybe it was her.
“Do not call me dad!” He burst, jaw clenched, lips pursed, his eyes were red rimmed and his stare was cold. The redness from his cheeks had expanded to his entire face, starting its way down his neck and dipping below the collar of his white shirt. He paused a moment longer. “Do not call me dad, or father, papa, anything. You are not my daughter. The daughter that I raised would not do this. She would not sin purposefully. The daughter that I raised could recite every single sin by the time she was nearly 1,500 years old, Lord knows there’s a lot of them. The daughter that I raised would not deliberately sin and for what?” He was shouting. You couldn’t bring yourself to respond. He was getting angry.
Wrathful.
You knew if you kept going, responding and urging him on, he’d only get angrier and he could very well be banished as well. Being a Patriarch had its benefits, like not having to be watched by the clergy at all times, you suspected that had been changed temporarily since your trial, since he had tried to defend you. There was a negative aspect to it as well. Your father is held to a higher standard than everyone else. If he was caught sinning, he would be stripped of his position as a Patriarch, have his wings clipped, and be banished to Earth or Hell and forced to live there. Without his wings, he wouldn’t decay as fast other angels would, he’d suffer much longer, passing only once his years caught up with him. The wing clipping process was painful enough, and angels still don’t start to decay until long after they’ve been banished.
You knew that yours were not getting clipped. You wondered why. Your attention was pulled back to your father when he sighed deeply.
“Why’d you do it Y/N?” His expression had softened significantly. You pressed your lips together and looked down at your hands momentarily and stared at the flowers again, unanswering.
“That’s very selfish of you. I really have no clue who you are anymore” It was the last thing he had said to you before storming out of the room. The last thing he had said to you once your escort had arrived to take you away for banishment. Possibly the last thing he’d ever say to you.
Part of you hoped it would be. That would mean he never gets banished. A much stronger part of you craved a goodbye from the one person who had never hurt you. Not until you had hurt him.
You don’t remember much after that. You remember the escort, he told you his name was Caleb, he must have been barely over 5,300 years. A horrible job for someone so young really. To see the angels he grew up around be banished to Earth or worse. You could hardly imagine what he’d seen.
Caleb took you to the same building you had been in hours ago. You didn’t have time to glance at the ceiling before Caleb led you into a room that you had only ever been in once before when you were merely a child still. Your wings at the time had only just started growing in. You remember your back hurting but you were so excited that it didn’t matter. Only seconds after you had entered the room as the curious daughter of a patriarch, you were pulled out by your father and scolded, told to never enter it. He pulled you tight into his chest, muttering something about never wanting you to have to see the inside of it again. You didn’t understand why he was so upset at the time. It only dawned you when you had stepped in for the second time in your life. You were met with Patriarchs Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, Caleb had to wait outside.
“Look at that. Precious angel is finally awake” A voice came from across the room as you came to, vaguely aware of the two figures that stood against the wall opposite you. Their black clad bodies were barely differentiable from the similarly coloured wall behind them. You rubbed your eyes in an attempt to adjust to the little orange light there was in the room, tinted by a candelabrum on the wall.
One of the men pushed himself off the wall, uncrossing his arms as he crossed the room in three strides and squatted down so he was eye level with you. His brown hair was combed back, you noticed there were curls were fighting against the product he had used. His eyes were only a touch lighter than his hair, further illuminated by the warm lighting. His expression remained cold for the most part, the slightest smirk pulling on his lips. He licked his lips before speaking. The same voice as before coming out.
“Up you get. We’ve got an important visit”
tags: strikes wouldn't tag, add yourself from my bio
Imagine being a new Angel and Castiel being the only one who you trust, so he keeps you close and takes you with him wherever he goes so you don’t feel uncomfortable.
Castiel: It’s okay, Y/N. You can trust them, I trust them. The Winchesters are friends.
Summary: Facing the challenge of getting a father and a son to talk to each other seems to be a bit of struggle, but at least feelings get out and about, right?
A/N: Italics – flashback/memory
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“Lucifer! What happened!?” I yelled over the crowd of angels, as I tried to push my way to the front, only to be stopped by the guards that held the crowds back. “Let me through! Lucifer!” I screamed as they pushed him through the doors. As soon as he was out of sight, angels were ordered to go back to their business, but I couldn’t leave without knowing. Lucifer was my friend.
“Why can’t I see him?” I questioned the guard.
“Because Lucifer has been sent to be exiled. Orders contain no visitors are allowed other than those who are authorised.” He stated, not even looking at me.
“Who’s orders?” I probed for more information.
“God’s.”
I wandered the bunker’s halls aimlessly, memories taking the chance to fill the emptiness in my head. Memories of the day I lost everyone. And only now, was the opportunity of getting back everyone I had ever loved, a possibility. A long shot, but I knew of hope. My brothers and sisters might not know any emotion, but it is one thing I did know of, and have known since my days of being a fledgling. It’s how I got into most of my troubles.
Coming out of one memory, I noticed I had made my way to the kitchen, leaning against the entry way I noticed I could hear the faint music that Lucifer was blasting. God was making pancakes, whilst the Winchesters sat at the table behind him. Earlier hadn’t gone too well between Lucifer and him, hence the current result.
“Talk to him.” Sam urged, trying to get the two celestial beings to sort things out.
“Won’t do any good.”
“Why not?” Sam questioned further.
“Because I can’t give him what he wants.” God admitted.
“And what’s that?” Dean questioned
“What everyone wants. My sister, my children, you humans – an apology. A big, wet “I’m sorry”.” God answered.
“Well, so give it to him. It’s not like he’s asking for a weapon, or for Hell, or for Heaven. He’s asking for words.” Dean stated as if it was the most obvious and simple thing.
“He can’t say he’s sorry if he isn’t.” I joined in on their conversation, causing God to sigh as he turned around, whilst Sam and Dean glanced back at me. I walked forward to stand in between the two brothers but behind as God placed a plate of pancakes in front of them both.
“What he wants an apology for, I did it for humanity. For the world.” God stated
“So you say.” I muttered, but he chose to ignore me. However, I didn’t miss the quick glance I got from Dean.
“Look Lucifer wants what everybody wants: Amara gone. Okay? Let’s just give him a little time to cool off.” God finished off by taking a drink from his mug that had ‘World’s Greatest Dad’ to which I scowled at.
“Okay, well, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but a little time is not something that we have. The end is frickin’ nigh.” Dean exclaimed, which caused God to nod his head in thought, but then looked up to me and asked.
“Want some pancakes?” causing me to scrunch my face further.
“Are they coming with a side of angel poison?” I mocked.
“I’m trying Y/N.” God sighed as gave me defeated look, too which I scoffed and shook my head.
“I’ll go talk to Lucifer. But I’m not doing it for you.” I pointed at him to emphasize my point, before leaving the kitchen. As I turned the corner I could hear Dean speak.
“She seems to have a bone or two to pick with you as well.”
“She’s always had something to say, that’s for sure. Lucifer will listen to her.” God murmured back.
As I made my way down the halls, the music grew louder and louder until I found the door it came from. The door was locked shut with an archangel’s grace, not even I could overpower it. I hesitated, just looking at the door, then collecting myself, I knocked on the door softly with three chaps and then placed my palm against the door, whilst resting my head against it.
“Lucifer?” I asked timidly through the door. “Let me in.” The music was turned down a bit, still loud but not vibrating the door as it previously was.
“Why should I?” I could hear the venom dripping from his words.
“It’s just me Luce.” I whispered, knowing he would hear. “Only me.” I said even quieter, but earned the soft click of the door unlocking. Hesitantly I pushed the door open and slipped in and shut the door fully behind me, as I noticed I was being watched from the end of the corridor. As soon as the door shut I felt the door lock in place by the overpowering grace. I turned round and saw Lucifer sitting on the edge of the bed with his arms crossed over his chest. His trench coat discarded behind him.
I took in every feature of him, and simply to put it, the vessel did not suit him. The scowl upon his face looked out of place on this vessel.
“Is there a reason you’re here?” He asked impatiently.
“Do I need a reason to be here?” I questioned back. He stood up, taking steps closer to me.
“It’s not like you kept in touch.” He spat at me.
“It’s not like I had a choice.” I murmured, embarrassed of my lack of confidence around the angel. He continued to study me, taking in everything.
“Your vessel suits you. Looks just like the troublemaker I once knew.” He picked up the conversation, trying to gage a reaction from me. I gave a slow nod in recognition of the compliment.
“Unfortunately, I can’t say the same for you. It’s weird seeing you wear my brother…” I managed to gain eye contact. “Is… Is he still in there?” I asked worried about how two celestials could share a vessel. I didn’t think it was possible.
“He sits and watches television in the kitchen bunker. The only place for good reception apparently.” He answers. I simply nod, looking back down to the ground. To which he tentatively raises a hand to my chin and gently lifting my gaze to meet his.
“Why didn’t you just hold your tongue? None of this would have happened if you had just waited for me.” I whimpered.
“To then only have you in my position? To have things a whole lot worse than they are? To maybe even, have you dead, out of reach forever?” A hint of small emotion in his words. “I’d do everything the same, if I had to.” He finished, slowly removing his hand from my chin to tuck a stray hair behind my ear and then pressed his forehead against mine, closing his eyes, he inhaled deeply. “I’d do it for you.” He whispered so quietly I nearly missed it.
“Why?” I questioned him, but he only stepped away and faced the back wall, returning to his stiff manner. His walls went up as quick as his demeanour had changed.
“That doesn’t matter.”
“Of course it does Lucifer.” I proceed to move closer and place a hand on his arm as I move myself to be in front of him. His eyes watching my movements. “Everything matters. Tell me.” I probed. His eyes flickered between mine for a small time before, he let out a breath and closed his eyes once again.
“Because, you’re my only friend.” He opened his eyes, showing that he felt exposed as he looked at me. A familiar warmth spread through me as he said them very familiar words, I pulled him into a hug, my arms wrapping around his neck.
“And you are mine.” I replied whispering into his ear. Cautiously he wrapped his arms around my waste and returned the hug. “How much would you do for me?” I asked after a bit, but still hugging him. He pulled back to look me in the eye.
“Anything.” He said absolute, but then furrowed his brows as he asked me why.
“Talk to him.”
“Talk to who?” irritation flooded his eyes as he asked me, I tilted my head. He already knew who I meant. His arms suddenly left me as he took a step back and growled a no.
“Lucifer. Just talk to him. Tell him how you feel. Now is your chance to get through to him.” I push.
“And you think he’ll actually listen!?” He yelled.
“Make him listen!” I yelled back. He glared at me, looking confused and betrayed.
“He’s got into your head somehow. He’s converted you to his side.” He seethed.
“I’m asking you to talk to him, for your own benefit! Never think, that I would change to his side. After everything that has happened!” I fumed. How dare he think I was trying to manipulate him for his Father’s benefit?
“Oh, now you bring up everything that’s happened?” He mocked me. “Fine. Let’s talk about everything that’s happened. You seriously think I don’t know what you’ve been up to all these eons?” he taunted. “You think I don’t know you’ve always been in contact with Daddy!?” He took threatening steps towards me, but I stood my ground.
“Oh I suppose you think I planned all of this alongside him. Huh? That I planned for you to kill Gabriel! That I planned your fall back into the cage!?” I shouted. “I even planned you getting taken by Amara and her putting your work to shame.” I shouted in his face, causing him to grab me by throat and pin me against the wall, inches away from the floor.
“You whore!” he hissed. “I bet you even let him fuck you. Didn’t you!? ADMIT IT!!!” He screamed in my face. With all the energy I could, I swung my leg and hit him where it hurt him the most, causing him to stumble backwards and drop me in the process. I forced myself up, catching my breath. Looking at him I seethed.
“I’m not asking you to talk to him, because he asked me to.” I glared. “I’m asking you to fix your relationship with him for your own benefit. Because you need him, more than you care to admit, but it’s obvious to everyone.” Hesitating for a mere second I took slow steps towards him and crouched to his level on the floor. “In fact. If there wasn’t bigger things at stake, I wouldn’t even be asking this of you, because of everything he let happen to you, but unfortunately the Darkness is a threat to us all. And the only way we have any chance of defeating her, is if you and Dad, sort your mess out. Otherwise we might as well just let her know where we are right now.”
Lucifer sat there, breathing heavily, staring at me with seriousness, over the passing time he realised. What was said earlier, was out of anger and we both knew that, but he knew I was right about him talking with God. Eventually, he agreed to talk with him, but made it clear he wasn’t happy about it as he followed me through the halls to the telescope room. As we entered God sat in one of the two chairs as the Winchester’s leaned against the wall in conversation, however that had stopped as we entered.
The Winchesters looked at me in concern, but I ignored them as I glanced over my shoulder to Lucifer with a scowl, to which he approached the other chair begrudgingly and took a seat, sending glares to God as he done so. Nothing was said as they stared at each other. I could see the Winchester’s felt awkward, and with an aggravated sigh I approached the space between them, looking at both of them as they continued to stare towards each other.
“One of you is going to have to speak first.” I growled lowly, fed up with it all.
“Chuck, you did say you’d talk.” Dean stuttered, trying to help move things along, but still nothing was said.
“Him first.” Lucifer rested his leg on his other, placing his hands in the middle of his lap. “I’m the one who’s owed an explanation.” He continued, but only received a sigh from God as if he expected Lucifer to say that.
“Okay, let’ try ‘I feel’ statements.” Dean suggested, both me and Sam gave Dean a questioning look to which he replied “Doctor Phil” furthermore I raised an eyebrow. He didn’t seem to be the type of person to watch something like that, more action and gore maybe. The brothers then moved over to the steps that led to the telescope, taking a seat as they gestured for the two to make a start on their… statements.
“I am… sorry? That you feel that I betrayed you.” God started but gave a quick sceptical look to the brothers before continuing. “That I acted without cause.” Lucifer started to shake his head, as I furrowed in anger and confusion of where he was going with this. “I’m sorry that you can’t see you gave me no choice.” He finished and turned to the boys. “I’m good” he shrugged. I couldn’t help but look at God bewildered by what he had just said. He thought they were acceptable statements?
“You heard that, right?” Lucifer had asked the Winchester’s
“We all know that you are God, but could you maybe be a little less ‘Lordly’?” Sam asked lightly to God.
“But I am – I am the Lord.” God said as if everything was obvious.
“Wow.” I muttered, shaking my head at the same time Lucifer spoke “There he goes.” Rubbing his hands, eyes wide.
“I did what I had to do!” God exclaimed. “To create the world, I had to lock Amara away. And when the mark corrupted you, and I saw you posed a threat to humankind, I did the same with you.”
“No, you betrayed me. You gave me the Mark to lock her away, and when it changed me – when it did what the Mark inevitably does – you threw me away.” Lucifer stated.
“No, son. The Mark… You always cast a jaundiced glance at human. The Mark didn’t change you. It just made you more of what you already were.” God argued back.
“What I was, was your son. Your child.” Lucifer leaned forward, the anger coming off him was growing more and more.
“Why should I put you first above all others?” God demanded, his own anger fighting against Lucifer’s. My eyes grew wide with fear, but Lucifer leaned back and turned to face the Winchester’s.
“You have any idea what it’s like to argue with your father when your father is God?” he chuckled. Sam held the look of a kicked puppy whilst Dean still seemed serious, but both of them seemed to understand where Lucifer was coming from. “Everything is a tautology with you. Everything is, ‘because I told you so.’ Everything’s ‘It had to be done.’” Lucifer finished looking back at God.
“Pretty sure that’s all fathers.” Dean put in. I looked to him with a glare.
“Okay, fine” Lucifer moved in his seat. “Big picture, as God. You did what you had to do. But little picture? You sucked at being a dad.”
“Okay, maybe I didn’t handle everything perfectly. But tell me: could I have kept humankind safe with you on the board?” Lucifer glared back at our father, hurt and anger never was a good mix, especially for Lucifer. “I know about your little bid to replace me with the angels. Okay, ‘New God,’ what would you have done about you?” He finished. Anger grew through me at the last statement.
“That is not the point.” I hissed glaring at him, only to receive the exact same expression of anger and disappointment he wore with Lucifer.
“I can’t believe I’m actually about to say this, but… Lucifer is right.” Same piped up, all attention was focused on him as he continued. “All he wants is an apology, and you’re too concerned about being right to give him. But apologies aren’t always about being right. Sometimes they’re just about apologizing.”
“Yeah, and the great thing about apologies is you don’t even have mean ‘em. Y’know, I lie and tell Sam I’m sorry all the time.” Dean added, to which Sam glared at him.
“Not helping the situation.” I told him as he mutters a ‘sorry’.
“See? That’s. Heh.” Dean brightened, but shrunk as he got to the end.
“Right, that’s enough.” God waved his hand, and suddenly I was standing beside a chess table with Sam and Dean occupying the two chairs. Sam and Dean looked around confused and slightly disoriented.
“You’re clearly not very good with words are you, Dean?” I asked the Winchester, he looked at me with his confused expression, whilst Sam stood up to look over the banister.
Dean didn’t answer, just threw me a glare before he stood up to join his brother. Rolling my eyes I looked over the chess board, but glanced over to the Winchester’s when I heard Dean speak.
Summary: A couple of eons in, and you’re current orders are to watch Metatron. Whilst the Darkness causes chaos and ruin, you’ve to keep you’re sights trained on an ex-angel that gets you into some action. Finally…
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Eons Later…
The Winchesters sat in the bunker talking with Chuck, God himself, trying to make sense of everything. Finally, after the many years of watching the Winchester’s, God actually decided to make a move. Someone should’ve broke Amara out of her box a long time ago if you ask me, but that’s not my place to say. However, God could at least speed things up just a little bit and get on with the problem at hand, instead he decides on diddling about and I’m left sitting in a bar with Metatron.
He keeps going through the book God wrote earlier, drinking more and more. He’s overthinking everything, trying to figure it all out, but it just makes him more depressed and I can’t help but become slightly worried for him. It’s not long before the television in the bar grabs his attention and he’s away climbing the bar itself to get a better look. I just watch him, curious to his next move. He then sits on the bar, crossed legged and pulls out his phone. I can’t hear the conversation he has and curiosity always got the better of me, but I was unfortunate to reach him just as he ended the call.
“Come of the counter Metatron.” I say to him gently, to which he obliges and takes a seat at the counter. I watch him curiously and hesitate to take a seat by him. Nothing is said but him ordering two drinks and then passing me one.
“You shouldn’t let him get you down so much.”
“How long have you been by his side?” He questions me.
“I’ve been aware of his movements. I haven’t been by his side. I too, was left in heaven if you recall.”
“But you still knew where he was. If he kept in touch with you, surely he knew how much we needed him.”
“It’s God. I was given direct orders, I had to obey. If things were different, you know I would have said something, but… he’s God. Who does God listen to, apart from himself?” I finish the small drink in front of me and let the silence fall once again between us. It’s only a couple of hours later when Metatron speaks up.
“Uh, barkeep, dos margaritas! Top-shelf tequila please for my amigos. Their treat.”
I furrow my brows when I look up and find the bottle that sat in front of me was moved and a hand was gestured for me to move a seat. I look to see whose hand it was, to come face to Dean Winchester himself.
“All right. We’re here. Don’t try to pull any crap” I hear Sam from the other side of Metatron. Turning around to face him only to hiss.
“Metatron. What are you doing?”
“I’ve lost my grace. Look at me. I got nothing.” He replies, only causing me to fix him with a glare, as I now realised who he was on the phone to.
“Why did you call them here? Metatron.”
“I’ve noticed you’ve been in touch with Chuck. A.K.A you know who.”
“Yeah, yeah. Is this going anywhere? Yes, Chuck agreed to take on Amara.” Sam stated. I raised my eyes to Sam in shock.
“He said that? Used those words?” Metatron asked.
“Pretty much” Dean said, clearly fed up. Metatron looked up to Dean, then in an instant looked at me.
“Huh.” He faced down towards his drink, seeming emotionless.
“So what – he’s not confronting Amara?” Sam questioned.
“No…” I trailed off looking at Metatron trying to find more of an answer. I was being kept in the dark for most of this, which was suddenly strange. After years of keeping some sort of tabs on the Winchester’s, I had suddenly been tasked with other duties that kept me from knowing what they were up to.
“He’s gonna… meet with her. He’s just not gonna take her down. He’s gonna… sacrifice himself. Let her do whatever she wants with him.” Metatron finished. Sam smiled to himself.
“Do really expect us to buy this?” Sam said with confidence, looking between both me and Metatron. He was so sure of himself. I couldn’t help the glare. Metatron chuckled as if he knew it would come to this.
“No. Of course not.” He looked to me, asking for the paper. After a short while I pulled it out from inside my leather jacket and tossed it onto the bar. Both Sam and Dean looked at it confused “Ignore the typos, but read it. It’s in his own words. It’s not an autobiography. It’s a suicide note.” Metatron carried on. Sam now didn’t seem so sure and hesitated to look at what was written. Not too long after they had left. Probably to confront God, but how it would go down? We wouldn’t know until later.
I was lost in thought when Metatron suddenly got up and left the bar. Confused, it took me a while to realise that he had actually left the bar. Immediately I flew to his side. I couldn’t let him out of my sight. Orders. However, I wouldn’t complain, it had felt like I had been in nothing but bars for years. Silence was now a normality when around Metatron, but curiosity was always a bad habit of mine.
“What are you doing now?” I asked him. He didn’t reply, too focused on his phone. Rolling my eyes, I accepted the fact I would find out later, or now. I noticed we had walked in a circle, and it seemed he was continuing to do so.
“Metatron. What are you doing?” I said more firmly, but only lead to him stopping and looking at what looked like a door to sewers. Scrunching up my face I continued. “We are not. Going into the sewers. What could possibly be in there of importance!?” Then suddenly the door opened and Sam came out. He stood there looking at us, an unamused expression and beckoned us over. Metatron didn’t need to be told twice. “Metatron!” I yelled, as he ran in after Sam, shutting the door behind him. Throwing my hands up in the air and looking around the place seeing no one was around, I flew into the place standing not so far away from Metatron.
“Oh. Donatello! Pleasure to meet you. Metatron, Scribe of God.” Metatron introduced himself to the prophet.
“I’m pretty sure it is now, was. You don’t have grace remember.” I glared at him. Ignoring me, he continued on.
“I was there when you were designed. I wrote your name on the inside of the angel’s eyelids.” He smiled.
“He’s freaking me out” the prophet said.
“Get used to it.” I muttered
“Okay.” Dean said, shutting everyone up. “You said you wanted to help. Besides world-class douchery, what do you have to offer?” Dean looks at Metatron, with a quick side glance to me.
“Oh, nothing.” Metatron states as he takes a seat, but before he can say anything else I cut in.
“We can leave now?” but he just sends a quick glare to me and continues.
“I just transcribed the angel tablet and know all the spells. And I know what makes Amara tick. And I had a relationship with the big guy for eons. Shall I keep going?” he leaned over and grabbed a bear that was on the table, but before he could drink it Sam lunged forward taking it back claiming it as his.
“As much as I hate to admit it… he kind of has a point.” Sam stated looking at his brother with question.
“Ugh, Metatron always has some sort of point when he mentions his relationship with God. Doesn’t mean it’s a good one.” I state, taking steps closer to Metatron I pull his chair back so it’s leaning on the two back legs. “We’re leaving. Now.” I hiss.
“They need all the help they can get. Even douche help. Besides this is where it gets interesting for you.” He says. I let go of the chair letting it go back to its upright position with a loud thud, not saying anything more.
“When did you jump on God wagon? You never used to give a damn.” Dean asks after a bit, taking his focus back onto Metatron.
“Well, I didn’t… at one time. Now he’s gone all kamikaze, leaving us with the Darkness, I…” He paused, giving a sigh “I was beside his side since the creation. He believed in me. If there’s something I can do to help save him and his creation, then… it seems like I should.” He finished.
“Help save God…” I mumbled with distaste and a roll of my eyes. Only to have Metatron look at me with what seemed as defeat. My jaw started to clench, I refused to say the words I knew I would say but after a while I gave in. “Fine.” I grit out. “What’s the plan then?”
“The plan is to rescue Lucifer from Amara. Then he teleports us out of Amara’s hideout and we convince Chuck to use him to fight her.” Dean answers, causing me to laugh and Metatron to Scoff.
“That’s your plan? Do you even know where Amara is?” Metatron asks
“Finding Amara is the easy part. Convincing Chuck? Convince Lucifer.” I chuckled.
“Convincing Lucifer won’t be that hard.” Metatron said looking up to me with a knowing look, to which a scowled at nearly baring my teeth.
“I think I might know where Amara is. I’ve been getting this vibe. Uh, it’s like a ping in my cerebral cortex.” The prophet spoke up, seeming nervous. Poor sod, having to solve an idiot’s mess.
“Oh, so either Amara or a stroke.” Metatron mocked, to which I kicked his chair. “And how are we supposed to keep Amara busy while we’re… liberating Lucifer?”
Dean looked off to the side in a thinking manner, but also bobbed his head as if contemplating something. I furrowed my brows watching him closely. It was soon decided that he would go out to the woods and try to call out to Amara, whilst the rest of us would get Lucifer out. Great. I offered to fly us all there, but they didn’t want to risk the timing of us getting there before Amara had actually left. So here we are in the Impala, going to Amara’s secret little place.
We had pulled into some sort of abandoned work site, stopping outside one particular building. As Metatron, Donatello and Sam got out, they looked up to the building in what I would say was for dramatic effect, but I could sense a nervousness of Sam. I suppose his history with Lucifer would do that to him, but I got out and headed in pushing Metatron along with me.
“The quicker we’re in, the quicker we leave. C’mon.” I stated not waiting on any of them.
However, when entering I didn’t expect to see him tied up and sagging. He was brutally beaten. The further into the building and out of the light, his vessel was clearer to see. But it wasn’t his vessel I saw. Castiel. But I couldn’t feel Castiel’ grace. Seeing his vessel in this state brought back memories of long ago. A familiar feeling resurfaced. Anger. But not because of what Amara had done. I slowed my pace as Metatron ran down to start unbinding him.
“Oh, goody. Search and rescue?” Lucifer asked as Metatron approached, he then noticed Donatello and started talking to him. I ignored what was being said, I was too busy taking in everything. How much he had changed. It all started to hurt. Everything. He wasn’t the archangel I once knew so well. I was only brought back to what was happening when I heard him start to yell.
“You see what she’s done to me? Do I look like a fan!?”
“She puts your work to shame.” I spoke up quietly, but loud enough to be heard, earning a soft glare from him. Metatron keeps chanting. Lucifer glances to him, with a roll of his eyes he looks back to the three of us below.
“Did you grab this from the steno pool?” he shoots out.
“You understand you’ll be working with your father. Is that gonna be a problem?” Sam asks, with a groan Lucifer managed a reply.
“That’s family. This is bigger.”
“So you’ll table the old stuff?”
“What happens in Heaven stays in Heaven.” Lucifer says looking at me, causing me to blink a few times and look over to Metatron.
“Metatron, are we anywhere closer?” I ask.
“I’m – I’m – I’m narrowing it down.” He replies, continuing on with the chanting causing me to roll my eyes. He’s always so slow, but he keeps trying. Soon enough he hits the right one and Lucifer falls to the ground, the binds undoing themselves. I move closer as Sam asks Lucifer to zap us out of here.
“No can do.” He breathes out. Sam beginning to panic asks what he means, but then looks to me as if I can do it instead.
“There’s something… Something’s stopping me. We’re carrying him out, c’mon.” I stated. Just as Donatello spoke up.
“Guys, I’m – I’m feeling her! She’s coming!” Sam helps to throw Lucifer’s other arm over his shoulder as I take his right one.
“Alright, Metatron, come on.” Only now did I notice him hanging back.
“It’s okay Sam. You go.”
“What!?” I yell back. “C’mon Metatron, we don’t have time for this, move!”
“I’m serious. I got this.” He says determined. I move Lucifer’s arm off my shoulder and tell Sam to just go.
“Metatron. What are you doing? This is Amara. She’s too strong for Angels like us!” I hiss at him ready to grab him by his collar, but I see him painting a spell in his own blood, hearing the tyres screech away. “Metatron!” I grab him by his jacket. “She will kill the both of us if we don’t leave now!” I snarl.
“The secretary.” I hear Amara address Metatron. We were too late. I turn to face her, my eyes wide. I knew her power. She looks towards me, about to say something but Metatron slips out of my hold and activates the spell. A white blinding light hitting Amara, however, not lasting long. An unamused expression sat on her face.
“Idiot.” I mutter.
“You were kidding with that, weren’t you?” She asks, Metatron shakes his head.
“You. Fucking. Idiot.” I spit, glaring at him.
“He meant well. Spare the universe.” He said in a last plea, still completely ignoring me. Amara’s expression only grew angrier.
“Spare this.” She rose her arm towards Metatron. Knowing that only bad could come from her action I jumped off the podium away from Metatron. A black smoke swirled around him, crushing him, and soon devouring him. I watched in fear as Amara’s anger grew stronger. As soon as there was nothing left of Metatron she let her arm drop to her side and turned her glare towards me. I stood there, saying nothing. My chances of ending up like Metatron were very high, I had to be careful if there was any chance of getting out.
She took slow steady steps towards me, watching me closely, until she was right in front of me. But she wasn’t there long, before I knew it I was thrown back into the bunker’s kitchen. Where was Amara then? Before I could even think of leaving, God himself waked into the kitchen.
“Watch Metatron. Those were your orders.” He said. Not looking too pleased.
“And I followed those orders. I watched him. I followed him. Never once was he out of my sight.”
“But he is now.” God raised an eyebrow at me.
“He sacrificed himself, because of you! He tried to help!” I shot back. For a moment silence fell, and I thought maybe he was actually starting to listen, but instead he clicked his tongue and waved his hand as he went to pick up the case of beer.
“Well it’s done now. I suppose he won’t get in the way, definitely now.” And with that he left the room. Immediately I tore after him.
“That’s all you have to say!” I yelled after him. “He’s been lost for so long without you answering his prayers. Any of our prayers, and he still sacrificed himself. FOR YOU!” Anger coursed through me. We had entered the map-table room where Sam and Donatello stood at the other side of the room, with Lucifer leaning against the doorway. God sighed, and took a beer from the case.
“Occasionally, I do answer a prayer.” And opened the bottle. Lucifer moved from the doorway to a pillar, closer to us. He sighed and continued. “You’ve changed.” He said to Lucifer.
“You’ve changed.” Lucifer replied back.
“Well, still… I’m really pretty much the same.” God said, causing me scoff.
“Yeah. Still a big bag of dicks.” I said venom leaking into my words. God sighed, glancing at me, but then turned back to Lucifer and made a hand gesture of flicking a switch and healed Lucifer. Lucifer still didn’t look happy, a scowl still on his face as he stood taller. Just then Dean came in through the Bunker door and started his way down the stairs. As he reached the bottom, he looked between Lucifer and God, and could sense the tension.
“Right. Donatello. Let’s get you back, yeah? Great.” And immediately, Dean, Sam and Donatello left the bunker. Silence still filling the air, tension thick. After a while Lucifer had turned and headed into the Library, and I let out a breath I didn’t know that I was holding. Shaking my head I took a seat at the war table and started to spin my angel blade, as God stood there not knowing what to do or say, but then took a step to the front of me and went to say something, but I interrupted him before he could.
“Don’t… Just… “I sighed and looked towards the Library for a moment, before looking back to God and pointing my blade between him and the Library. “Talk to him first.”
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