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Anyway. Being sick sort of gives me the privilege of watching random things. And lots of movies. So I've been watching Supernatural again. And with the arrival of Season Four... let's just say that I am one happy fangirl.
Because you know, a show that deals with the supernatural isn't complete until there's a freaking... angel of the Lord jumping into the whole thing. And hotdamn; that angel has one fine taste in picking the human vessel. What do you mean I'm shallow. I haven't been this excited about a new addition to the cast since... well, forever. I think the arrival of Castiel (and angels by default) into the array of characters signify an important and significant turn of events in the future. Plus the whole 'Lucifer-will-walk-the-Earth' thing.
Sam was resurrected by a demon and has a demon sidekick, Ruby. Though I much prefer the old, bitchier version of her. She's suddenly all emphatic and "he's your brother" and I was like what the hell? Gimme back Katie Cassidy, darn it!
Dean was resurrected by an angel and Castiel is sort-of his sidekick? Who has the disturbing tendency to pop out of nowhere to chastise Dean and has no whatsoever sense of personal space (not that I'm complaining or anything). He's also into kinky stuff, since he left his own personal brand on Dean's biceps.
You see?
Two brothers, two opposing sides. My opinion? The demons will get their Boy King. Sam will be the embodiment of evil. He has already taken one step toward that direction, by embracing his power and sneaking around with Ruby and everything. He is being primed into chaos in human form. Dean won't be pleased. He'll be pissed when he finds out, will probably go all "I can still save you, Sammy", being hard-headed as he is. He won't give up, won't do anything that would harm Sam until it's too late. By then, the destruction would have begun. And Castiel will remind him once again that if Dean won't do it... then they will. Heartbreaking decision.
I don't know; a bit too melodramatic but I prefer them confronting each other as opposing forces, all death and war and "I'm sorry I can't save you" than a happily ever after.
But eh. That's just me. I don't know how this season will progress but knowing Kripke's tendency to twist everything around, I bet it's going to be awesome. I can't wait!
I tried my hand on drawing He-Who-Shall-Not-Yet-Be-Named, unfortunately with no reference picture. I was trying to conjure up a mental image of his but I think it overlaps with someone else?
And fanfiction. Don't forget the fanfiction.
Title: Re: Trick or Treat.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. Or the hot boys. Mmm.
Rating: PG.
Summary: The Trickster decides to check out the new big man in town.
Notes: I wanted to write something short about the new shiny character and was mulling around some ideas when Trickster comes into mind. I miss him; he's awesome.
re: trick or treat
castiel & the trickster; castieldean vaguely implied
“So... You an angel, huh?”
Castiel doesn’t look away from the diner across the road, keeps his eyes glued on the table near the entrance. Dean is arguing with Sam again; Bobby’s watching, shaking his head as the argument escalates. “I have no business with you.”
“Aww, come on!” The bench creaks somewhere next to him, followed by the crinkles of wrapping paper and aluminium foil and quiet chuckles. Wind weaves whispers in between silences, reeks of non-believers and ancient sins. “I just wanna check out the new big man in town.”
“Be gone.” Castiel finally turns his attention to the brown-haired (not) man, cold and unwavering. Steel in his voice, warning behind every word. “The Lord is merciful, to spare your kind-”
The Trickster snorts, rolls his eyes because to live for centuries means that he has encountered others like Castiel. Has heard similar threats with none carried out, because the Lord has not commanded it yada yada yada. “Pfft. Still with that holier-than-thou attitude. You guys sure are boring.” He bites into the chocolate bar and stares straight ahead, ignores the flash of contempt in ice blue eyes. “Those Winchesters...” He shook his head, a fond grin on his lips. Remembers blood-coated stakes against his skin. “They’re something alright. Fun.”
Castiel’s retort was the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth. Hints of a frown between his eyebrows. “You shall not toy with him anymore.”
“Oho! So that’s how it is, eh?” Trickster hoots with laughter, head thrown back and shaggy hair brushes rotting wood. His grin turns cheeky, eyes glint knowingly. “Gotta give you some credit though; you pick the prettier one.”
Castiel opens his mouth, as if to deliver a sharp reprimand, to denounce his role in Dean’s part as the Chosen. It is the Lord’s Will. Not his. Never mind if he is a bit too eager, a bit too pleased to carry it out. A bit too grateful that it is the one who was dragged to Hell, instead of the one with hellfire in his veins. His eyes flicker to the diner for a second, catch a glimpse of Dean gesturing angrily at Sam. Stubborn, cynical Dean, with his doubts in the Lord, his struggles to believe. His struggles to not believe.
Trickster’s chuckles reverberate loud and clear. Mocking.
“Isn’t it a bit too early to fall, big guy?”
“I’m not.”
“Not yet anyway.”
“That is no concern of yours.” He doesn’t deny; angels don’t lie. “Why are you so interested in something beyond your power?”
Trickster shrugs, purses his lips thoughtfully. “I’m bored, you know. Not much fun around with everyone blasting each other to hell and back.” He pauses and sighs, drags a hand over his face and the grin turns a bit weary.”Look. I’m not picking sides or anything but try to win this one, yeah? Makes it a lot easier for us forgotten folks if the humans are still around next year. Demons don’t have any sense of humour at all. They’re all slashing and hacking and ripping; no finesse. And they taste really bad.”
“We are not here to cater to your whims. Fight your own fights.”
The trench coat rustles when Castiel stands up, leaves crackle underneath mud-caked boots. The diner’s doors bang open as Sam storms out, Dean and Bobby in a tow. They are no longer arguing, but the glares exchanged between the brothers burn fury that runs deeper than words. Castiel can see the widening chasms between once-unbreakable bond, can see darkness creeping into the whites of Sam’s eyes. Everything that Dean refuses to see, convinced that he can fix everything. That he can still save someone who doesn’t want to be saved. The Chevy Impala rumbles to life and screeches forward, toward their next destination and Castiel waits until it disappears around the corner before tilting his head to observe the direction opposite to where the hunters are heading.
Dark smoke creeps steadily over the skyline, cackles of electricity and wind accompanying its advance.
They don’t have much time left.
“Oi. Am I getting ignored here?”
He pauses in the middle of calling to his brothers, turns to stare at his unwanted companion. “Leave. If you do not intend to fight. We have no use for cowards.”
“Okay, first of all I’m a lover. Love and peace and all that.” Trickster crunches through the last of his chocolate bar and straightens up, dusts his coat nonchalantly. He flashes Castiel a lop-sided grin. “And who are you calling a coward?” A snap of his fingers and the air shimmers, shifts until several men and women in jumpsuits appear out of nowhere, odd tanks strapped to their backs and gun-like equipments in their hands. “I just prefer to do it with style.”
Castiel cocks his head. “Who... are they?”
The black smoke surges closer, bringing forth raging wind and flashes of thunder. A group of men and women made their way toward Castiel and the Trickster, power radiating from them as tangible as the coming evil. The sky darkens, prophesising more than just a typical storm.
Trickster’s grin widens. “Ghostbusters.”
end
Quota for random fangirling for the day has been reached. Comments are love and sunshines!♥
Because you know, a show that deals with the supernatural isn't complete until there's a freaking... angel of the Lord jumping into the whole thing. And hotdamn; that angel has one fine taste in picking the human vessel. What do you mean I'm shallow. I haven't been this excited about a new addition to the cast since... well, forever. I think the arrival of Castiel (and angels by default) into the array of characters signify an important and significant turn of events in the future. Plus the whole 'Lucifer-will-walk-the-Earth' thing.
Sam was resurrected by a demon and has a demon sidekick, Ruby. Though I much prefer the old, bitchier version of her. She's suddenly all emphatic and "he's your brother" and I was like what the hell? Gimme back Katie Cassidy, darn it!
Dean was resurrected by an angel and Castiel is sort-of his sidekick? Who has the disturbing tendency to pop out of nowhere to chastise Dean and has no whatsoever sense of personal space (not that I'm complaining or anything). He's also into kinky stuff, since he left his own personal brand on Dean's biceps.
You see?
Two brothers, two opposing sides. My opinion? The demons will get their Boy King. Sam will be the embodiment of evil. He has already taken one step toward that direction, by embracing his power and sneaking around with Ruby and everything. He is being primed into chaos in human form. Dean won't be pleased. He'll be pissed when he finds out, will probably go all "I can still save you, Sammy", being hard-headed as he is. He won't give up, won't do anything that would harm Sam until it's too late. By then, the destruction would have begun. And Castiel will remind him once again that if Dean won't do it... then they will. Heartbreaking decision.
I don't know; a bit too melodramatic but I prefer them confronting each other as opposing forces, all death and war and "I'm sorry I can't save you" than a happily ever after.
But eh. That's just me. I don't know how this season will progress but knowing Kripke's tendency to twist everything around, I bet it's going to be awesome. I can't wait!
I tried my hand on drawing He-Who-Shall-Not-Yet-Be-Named, unfortunately with no reference picture. I was trying to conjure up a mental image of his but I think it overlaps with someone else?
And fanfiction. Don't forget the fanfiction.
Title: Re: Trick or Treat.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. Or the hot boys. Mmm.
Rating: PG.
Summary: The Trickster decides to check out the new big man in town.
Notes: I wanted to write something short about the new shiny character and was mulling around some ideas when Trickster comes into mind. I miss him; he's awesome.
re: trick or treat
castiel & the trickster; castieldean vaguely implied
“So... You an angel, huh?”
Castiel doesn’t look away from the diner across the road, keeps his eyes glued on the table near the entrance. Dean is arguing with Sam again; Bobby’s watching, shaking his head as the argument escalates. “I have no business with you.”
“Aww, come on!” The bench creaks somewhere next to him, followed by the crinkles of wrapping paper and aluminium foil and quiet chuckles. Wind weaves whispers in between silences, reeks of non-believers and ancient sins. “I just wanna check out the new big man in town.”
“Be gone.” Castiel finally turns his attention to the brown-haired (not) man, cold and unwavering. Steel in his voice, warning behind every word. “The Lord is merciful, to spare your kind-”
The Trickster snorts, rolls his eyes because to live for centuries means that he has encountered others like Castiel. Has heard similar threats with none carried out, because the Lord has not commanded it yada yada yada. “Pfft. Still with that holier-than-thou attitude. You guys sure are boring.” He bites into the chocolate bar and stares straight ahead, ignores the flash of contempt in ice blue eyes. “Those Winchesters...” He shook his head, a fond grin on his lips. Remembers blood-coated stakes against his skin. “They’re something alright. Fun.”
Castiel’s retort was the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth. Hints of a frown between his eyebrows. “You shall not toy with him anymore.”
“Oho! So that’s how it is, eh?” Trickster hoots with laughter, head thrown back and shaggy hair brushes rotting wood. His grin turns cheeky, eyes glint knowingly. “Gotta give you some credit though; you pick the prettier one.”
Castiel opens his mouth, as if to deliver a sharp reprimand, to denounce his role in Dean’s part as the Chosen. It is the Lord’s Will. Not his. Never mind if he is a bit too eager, a bit too pleased to carry it out. A bit too grateful that it is the one who was dragged to Hell, instead of the one with hellfire in his veins. His eyes flicker to the diner for a second, catch a glimpse of Dean gesturing angrily at Sam. Stubborn, cynical Dean, with his doubts in the Lord, his struggles to believe. His struggles to not believe.
Trickster’s chuckles reverberate loud and clear. Mocking.
“Isn’t it a bit too early to fall, big guy?”
“I’m not.”
“Not yet anyway.”
“That is no concern of yours.” He doesn’t deny; angels don’t lie. “Why are you so interested in something beyond your power?”
Trickster shrugs, purses his lips thoughtfully. “I’m bored, you know. Not much fun around with everyone blasting each other to hell and back.” He pauses and sighs, drags a hand over his face and the grin turns a bit weary.”Look. I’m not picking sides or anything but try to win this one, yeah? Makes it a lot easier for us forgotten folks if the humans are still around next year. Demons don’t have any sense of humour at all. They’re all slashing and hacking and ripping; no finesse. And they taste really bad.”
“We are not here to cater to your whims. Fight your own fights.”
The trench coat rustles when Castiel stands up, leaves crackle underneath mud-caked boots. The diner’s doors bang open as Sam storms out, Dean and Bobby in a tow. They are no longer arguing, but the glares exchanged between the brothers burn fury that runs deeper than words. Castiel can see the widening chasms between once-unbreakable bond, can see darkness creeping into the whites of Sam’s eyes. Everything that Dean refuses to see, convinced that he can fix everything. That he can still save someone who doesn’t want to be saved. The Chevy Impala rumbles to life and screeches forward, toward their next destination and Castiel waits until it disappears around the corner before tilting his head to observe the direction opposite to where the hunters are heading.
Dark smoke creeps steadily over the skyline, cackles of electricity and wind accompanying its advance.
They don’t have much time left.
“Oi. Am I getting ignored here?”
He pauses in the middle of calling to his brothers, turns to stare at his unwanted companion. “Leave. If you do not intend to fight. We have no use for cowards.”
“Okay, first of all I’m a lover. Love and peace and all that.” Trickster crunches through the last of his chocolate bar and straightens up, dusts his coat nonchalantly. He flashes Castiel a lop-sided grin. “And who are you calling a coward?” A snap of his fingers and the air shimmers, shifts until several men and women in jumpsuits appear out of nowhere, odd tanks strapped to their backs and gun-like equipments in their hands. “I just prefer to do it with style.”
Castiel cocks his head. “Who... are they?”
The black smoke surges closer, bringing forth raging wind and flashes of thunder. A group of men and women made their way toward Castiel and the Trickster, power radiating from them as tangible as the coming evil. The sky darkens, prophesising more than just a typical storm.
Trickster’s grin widens. “Ghostbusters.”
end
Quota for random fangirling for the day has been reached. Comments are love and sunshines!♥