#balthazar.

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"Was that NECESSARY?"

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from gabe: ☀ sorry i'm on the wrong bagel lol

☀ singing my muse to sleep | @illusivexemissary

The world had deafened but the battle raged. Castiel was only aware of pain, both physical and mental, as two of the Rit Zien dragged him from the place where Balthazar had been moments ago. The Seraph was screaming, but the only word that left his mouth was ‘no.’ Still, the Hands of Mercy dragged him from the fray. Further from his dead brother. Despite how hard he fought to be free. 

Then the world sharpened, his hearing returned, and pain exploded anew in his ruined abdomen. Castiel’s back arched, chest heaving as the magic of the Hell blade that pierced him began its work. The demon had taken advantage of his stricken stance, watching his brother die.

The air was torn from the Seraph’s lungs as he was heaved onto a cot behind the front lines so the Rit Zien might heal him safely. But the moment that air returned, his back arched and he once again began to scream. Balthazar was dead, and his every molecule burned. 

A bellowing voice cut through the healing station, and Castiel’s paper-white, sweat-covered face lifted in time to see Gabriel kneel beside him. A strong arm blocked his own from pushing the Rit Zien away, and all the Seraph could do was cling to that instead as he howled and writhed. The Archangel was shouting at the Hands of Mercy, and they only shouted in return, doing all they could to hold the Seraph down.

A warm hand caught his cheek, and the noise around the wounded angel was suddenly distant. Muffled. Even half out of his mind with grief and pain, Cas could see those same emotions mirrored in Gabriel’s face. They both had a void in their hearts. And neither had time to grieve. 

A warm voice as familiar as his own filled the Seraph’s ears. Gabriel was singing. He always choose the Beatles, sung by people who would not be born for millennia. The last thing the younger angel wanted to hear right now was ‘Let it Be,’ but that wasn’t what Gabriel chose. No, it was Blackbird that drowned the sounds of war and death outside. It wasn’t just a gesture to calm him, Castiel could feel the Archangel’s influence behind those words seeping into his mind and body, coaxing him to sleep. The grip on Gabriel’s arm lessened and his movements stilled. His brother could have dropped him into oblivion in an instant so the Rit Zien might work unhindered, but he chose the most comforting method he could for his injured sibling.

A bloodied hand folded over the wrist that held his face. As badly as he wanted to storm out there, wounds and all, and avenge his brother, he couldn’t fight the Archangel’s song. His song. And here Gabriel was, singing it again, as if he were once again a fledgling terrified of thunder in the night. Gabriel fell silent, Castiel was tugged gently into sleep, and the medics were finally able to work.

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It had been a week since he’d learned Balthazar was alive. 

A week he could not recall with any degree of clarity. A blurred collection of images and sounds to complement the unyielding dread, regret and guilt that churned inside him. The only clear moment he could remember was Gabriel, having seen enough, telling him in no uncertain terms to make this trip to Paris.

Castiel’s blue eyes were fixed on a door without truly seeing it. Wings black as midnight were folded tightly against his back, a result of unease and the desire not to appear hostile. Even his blade was on another continent entirely. 

It would be so easy to spread those wings now and simply fly within those walls. But this was not his world. He didn’t belong in this niche Balthazar had carved for himself, and he would not intrude on that sanctuary uninvited. So there the angel stood, outside a door he could splinter, incinerate or rip off its hinges. And yet it repelled him more powerfully than any ward ever could.

Whether it was the faint, but familiar, touch of Grace in the air, or the look of disappointment Gabriel would surely give him if he fled now, Castiel’s hand drifted to the bell and let it ring.

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[ HAZELNUT ] sender begrudgingly patches up receiver's wounds. / balthazar

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒 .    (  a collection of  action prompts.  ) | accepting

The sound that broke the silence of Balthazar's estate was not dignified. A heavy collapse of limbs, both corporeal and not, thudded like a cascade of debris onto the brickwork of the back patio, followed by a coughing fit. The fact that he'd either over or undershot the house was damning enough without the crash landing. Balthazar would find Castiel crumpled on his side, attempting to sit upright before another decidedly wet coughing fit halted his efforts, and he leaned over to spit blood onto the cracked stone. On the underside of reality, one crow's wing was hanging almost bent, as if someone or something had pushed the limb to the highest possible limit before it would break under them.

The Seraph sensed his brother's approach, and tried again to sit up straighter. "I'm sorry. I didn't know where else to go." It had been a panicked decision with one good wing, he just hoped it hadn't been the wrong decision.

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For all the practice he'd been given with time, it still eluded him every now and then. Eons had not passed since Castiel last laid eyes on his elder brother, but it had been some time. Enough so that he felt the need to bring a gift. Scotch. Something that smelled expensive.

As foolish as it felt to knock, he still did. Balthazar would have sensed him long before he heard the door.

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🌻 – a worried text

nevaeh to zar: hey, i saw the exposing thing. are you okay?nevaeh to zar: i know we’re not super close but i’m here if you need anything.