Fic: The Suffering of Man (gen)
Told you I'd been itching to write fic. This past week's episode of SPN and the reactions to it I read sort of prompted this.
Title: The Suffering of Man
Characters: Castiel and Dean Winchester
Rating: G
Word Count: 383
There was so much he didn’t understand. How could he? He was just a man after all - they could only ever see the here and now, but there was so much more. There were things at work that Dean might never be able to understand; he’d never be able to grasp them on their own.
And that hurt, that look of pain and sorrow and regret on his face when he tried … it was almost too much to bear. Even for an angel.
He was so used to pain, he saw it every day. The sufferings of men were eternal. That never changed. Through out the ages that Castiel had been looking down on the human race, their pain had been the one constant.
Why should this man’s pain be any different? What made him special?
And yet when he looked at him, Castiel could not help the sorrow and pity that welled up within him. He blamed the reaction on this vessel. He was still so unused to the emotions and needs of these humans.
“They’re my parents. I can’t let them die again. I can’t.”
He almost wished it were possible. To save Dean’s parents - to escape the inevitable draw of fate. If only to remove that look of sick desperation from his face. He would do anything to never see that look on Dean’s face again.
And he could finally understand why the human’s questioned the existence of God. They couldn’t feel his presence in every waking moment, feel his breath when he spoke, nor see his plans laid out before them.
He’d never been able to imagine what it might be like not to know there was a plan, that God was there watching making subtle movements when necessary. But he saw it now, saw the toll it took on mankind.
All they wanted was to know God was there, and yet he always remained elusive. Working in mysterious ways. And all Castiel wanted to do now was tell Dean things were best left to fate - though he knew that was just the sort of answer that would push him even further away.
And so all he could do was give him his pity. Because how could he ever expect a man to understand the workings of God?
Title: The Suffering of Man
Characters: Castiel and Dean Winchester
Rating: G
Word Count: 383
There was so much he didn’t understand. How could he? He was just a man after all - they could only ever see the here and now, but there was so much more. There were things at work that Dean might never be able to understand; he’d never be able to grasp them on their own.
And that hurt, that look of pain and sorrow and regret on his face when he tried … it was almost too much to bear. Even for an angel.
He was so used to pain, he saw it every day. The sufferings of men were eternal. That never changed. Through out the ages that Castiel had been looking down on the human race, their pain had been the one constant.
Why should this man’s pain be any different? What made him special?
And yet when he looked at him, Castiel could not help the sorrow and pity that welled up within him. He blamed the reaction on this vessel. He was still so unused to the emotions and needs of these humans.
“They’re my parents. I can’t let them die again. I can’t.”
He almost wished it were possible. To save Dean’s parents - to escape the inevitable draw of fate. If only to remove that look of sick desperation from his face. He would do anything to never see that look on Dean’s face again.
And he could finally understand why the human’s questioned the existence of God. They couldn’t feel his presence in every waking moment, feel his breath when he spoke, nor see his plans laid out before them.
He’d never been able to imagine what it might be like not to know there was a plan, that God was there watching making subtle movements when necessary. But he saw it now, saw the toll it took on mankind.
All they wanted was to know God was there, and yet he always remained elusive. Working in mysterious ways. And all Castiel wanted to do now was tell Dean things were best left to fate - though he knew that was just the sort of answer that would push him even further away.
And so all he could do was give him his pity. Because how could he ever expect a man to understand the workings of God?