Interrogation
Summary- Trapped like an animal, a human. Always being watched. Confined. Limited. [Angst_Bingo's Captivity prompt]
Fandom- Supernatural
Rating- Again, suitable for 16+.
Pairings- none
Warnings- non-graphic torture. Implications of extreme violence. Some swearing.
Spoilers: For Series 5.
Disclaimer: Supernatural is not, has not, nor will ever be my property. I am merely borrowing the characters out of deep respect and adoration of the creators and their creation.
This one got away from me and mutated into it's own... thing. Still, I think it carries the prompt of captivity well enough.
They're watching him. Keeping an eye out, so he can't run away again. The celestial waiting-room was always his least favourite place in existence, besides Hell itself. He's there now, sprawled comfortably in a distasteful green armchair. Raphael is standing before him.
"Come on, guys. This is torture. Dad ain't gonna be happy when he hears this." He grins at Raphael, who ignores him. "Okay, okay, just let me have my powers back, I promise to behave myself. Pretty please?" He bats his eyelids and clasps his hands together mockingly.
"Gabriel. There is a reason you are here." Raphael drawls.
"Come on! I'm human now, I have needs! I'm not asking for much, just a dessert or two and some pretty ladies." He winks at his bro. No wink back, the guy never had much of a sense of humour.
"You will not age or die here. You know this. You are waiting for the ending of the apocalypse. You know your role. You will co-operate."
Gabriel throws his hands into the air in mock despair. Repeats his words to Lucifer (more or less).
"Raphy, look, I like humans. They're fun. They try. I said it to Lucy, I'll say it to you- I'm not going to help hurt them. End of discussion."
Raphael looks displeased. Well, displeased-er than usual.
"It is your destiny. The fate of the world."
"Dad's world. He's the one who made it. So I'm thinking that maybe we shouldn't just destroy it while he's on holiday." He looks pointedly at the empty table in the horribly decorated room. "So can I get some goodies or not?"
"Gabriel."
"I mean, you guys were really nice to the Winchesters, right up until they started disobeying you. Double standard, much?"
"Zachariah was nice to the Winchesters, right up until they began to disobey. There is a difference. One does not necessarily speak for the many, you know that."
Gabriel sighs. Well, if there was going to be no babes or dessert, there was only one thing left to do.
"So Zachariah's want for the apocalypse isn't the same as yours? That somehow doesn't sound right."
"Do not speak of that which you do not understand." Raphael's voice grows dangerous.
"I understand just fine. I understand that you're just as bad as Lucy is, with this whole 'exterminate the humans via the apocalypse' thing you got going on, here." Raphael is visibly furious now. Gabriel sits back on his comfy armchair and waits for the explosion. There's something whispering furiously that it's not a good idea to do this, he's human, he'll die, but he's never been good at listening.
Raphael steps closer. Something's happening, he can see it. Somehow, he can't feel it- probably the limitations placed upon him are screwing with his angelic senses. He's got a sneaking suspicion that oh crap Raphael's gone off the deep end, for real this time.
Whiteness and brightness starts illuminating the room.
"Oh, you wouldn't." Gabriel starts. "Dad wouldn't like--" He stops himself. "Oh, you would."
"I am." Raphael nods, gravely. "You cannot die here, but you can certainly feel pain."
Gabriel finds, to his growing panic- what a feeling, no wonder humans were always so on edge- that he can't blink. Or lift his hands to his eyes. Averting his eyes, turning his head away, moving at all- all such actions he finds are impossible. And the light keeps growing.
"Shit."
Then Raphael fully discards his vessel.
...
When he is finally able to see again, Raphael is still there.
"You ought to be more co-operative, Gabriel."
"With the losing side? No thank you. I've seen--"
"--how this story plays out." Raphael finishes. "I doubt that."
Gabriel smirks. Looks intently at a painting done in spectacularly bad taste. Ladies without many clothes on were all very well and good if there wasn't all that hellfire and gore and demon-rapists in the background. "Well, I'm sure you won't be saying that when the Winchester boys arrive."
Raphael is silent, stony, impassive as ever.
"Yup. Shoulda got my message... about now." Gabriel is lying through his teeth, but that was always his best ability.
"Message?"
"I told you, I've seen how it all plays out. And it does not look pretty for you, bro."
Raphael starts getting creative.
...
"How long does it take the Winchesters to reach here?" Raphael demands.
"Mmm..." Gabriel says. "Well, that'd sure spoil the surprise."
"Gabriel." Raphael says, dangerously. Gabriel's spent the last Dad-knew-how-many hours hoping that Raphael hadn't blocked Chuck's visions- it was humiliating to admit this, but he really needed the Winchesters now. If Chuck could see this, then the Winchesters would probably be on their way- they needed him, after all, fight the Apocalypse and all that shit- I'd do it, he tells himself. I'd help them out, there's no way I wouldn't after this, if they help me, I'm on their side (like I wasn't kind of already).
"I don't really know." he admits. And that was partially true- he didn't know how long it would take them to reach here if they did somehow find out Raphy's lovely interrogation methods.
Speaking of which, Raphael takes ahold of his chin, lifts his face to meet those eyes, that's a tight grip.
"Father resurrected you for a reason."
"Yeah," Gabriel manages, though it came out garbled. Yeaaargh.
"To help your brethren, to serve Him."
"Nope." Noook. Talking like this is too hard. The fingers tighten, and Dad, that hurt like hell!
"I shall fracture your jaw." Raphael says, solemnly. "Then I shall--"
He is cut off by the doors- which had not been there a second ago- bursting open, his favourite humans and their Fallen friend.
"A little late to the party, Deano, Sammy-boy" Gabriel grins. Or tries to, the fingers are holding his mouth firmly shut.
"You," Raphael snarls, letting go and stalking towards them and fuck, he realises, they don't stand a chance.
...
The floor and walls are smeared with blood. Corpses- Castiel's vessel is splattered quite horribly everywhere. At least the Winchesters are still in one piece- more or less. Raphael is gone, his vessel abandoned. He'll be back before long, though. Despite not being particularly injured in the massacre, Gabriel's too stunned to do anything- being human is fucked up, how do they live with all this shock and bodily reaction crap?
"Dad," he whispers hoarsely. "Dad, you can't let it end like this. They were for you, doing what you actually wanted, you can't just..."
He's still whispering when the brightness arrives, his eyes are burning so badly, his ears are buzzing with painful static and there's a migrane and something trickling from his ears.
He doesn't know yet whether the light brings salvation or damnation.
EDIT: I just realised that I suddenly switched from present to past tense. Several times. Fixed it.
Fandom- Supernatural
Rating- Again, suitable for 16+.
Pairings- none
Warnings- non-graphic torture. Implications of extreme violence. Some swearing.
Spoilers: For Series 5.
Disclaimer: Supernatural is not, has not, nor will ever be my property. I am merely borrowing the characters out of deep respect and adoration of the creators and their creation.
This one got away from me and mutated into it's own... thing. Still, I think it carries the prompt of captivity well enough.
They're watching him. Keeping an eye out, so he can't run away again. The celestial waiting-room was always his least favourite place in existence, besides Hell itself. He's there now, sprawled comfortably in a distasteful green armchair. Raphael is standing before him.
"Come on, guys. This is torture. Dad ain't gonna be happy when he hears this." He grins at Raphael, who ignores him. "Okay, okay, just let me have my powers back, I promise to behave myself. Pretty please?" He bats his eyelids and clasps his hands together mockingly.
"Gabriel. There is a reason you are here." Raphael drawls.
"Come on! I'm human now, I have needs! I'm not asking for much, just a dessert or two and some pretty ladies." He winks at his bro. No wink back, the guy never had much of a sense of humour.
"You will not age or die here. You know this. You are waiting for the ending of the apocalypse. You know your role. You will co-operate."
Gabriel throws his hands into the air in mock despair. Repeats his words to Lucifer (more or less).
"Raphy, look, I like humans. They're fun. They try. I said it to Lucy, I'll say it to you- I'm not going to help hurt them. End of discussion."
Raphael looks displeased. Well, displeased-er than usual.
"It is your destiny. The fate of the world."
"Dad's world. He's the one who made it. So I'm thinking that maybe we shouldn't just destroy it while he's on holiday." He looks pointedly at the empty table in the horribly decorated room. "So can I get some goodies or not?"
"Gabriel."
"I mean, you guys were really nice to the Winchesters, right up until they started disobeying you. Double standard, much?"
"Zachariah was nice to the Winchesters, right up until they began to disobey. There is a difference. One does not necessarily speak for the many, you know that."
Gabriel sighs. Well, if there was going to be no babes or dessert, there was only one thing left to do.
"So Zachariah's want for the apocalypse isn't the same as yours? That somehow doesn't sound right."
"Do not speak of that which you do not understand." Raphael's voice grows dangerous.
"I understand just fine. I understand that you're just as bad as Lucy is, with this whole 'exterminate the humans via the apocalypse' thing you got going on, here." Raphael is visibly furious now. Gabriel sits back on his comfy armchair and waits for the explosion. There's something whispering furiously that it's not a good idea to do this, he's human, he'll die, but he's never been good at listening.
Raphael steps closer. Something's happening, he can see it. Somehow, he can't feel it- probably the limitations placed upon him are screwing with his angelic senses. He's got a sneaking suspicion that oh crap Raphael's gone off the deep end, for real this time.
Whiteness and brightness starts illuminating the room.
"Oh, you wouldn't." Gabriel starts. "Dad wouldn't like--" He stops himself. "Oh, you would."
"I am." Raphael nods, gravely. "You cannot die here, but you can certainly feel pain."
Gabriel finds, to his growing panic- what a feeling, no wonder humans were always so on edge- that he can't blink. Or lift his hands to his eyes. Averting his eyes, turning his head away, moving at all- all such actions he finds are impossible. And the light keeps growing.
"Shit."
Then Raphael fully discards his vessel.
...
When he is finally able to see again, Raphael is still there.
"You ought to be more co-operative, Gabriel."
"With the losing side? No thank you. I've seen--"
"--how this story plays out." Raphael finishes. "I doubt that."
Gabriel smirks. Looks intently at a painting done in spectacularly bad taste. Ladies without many clothes on were all very well and good if there wasn't all that hellfire and gore and demon-rapists in the background. "Well, I'm sure you won't be saying that when the Winchester boys arrive."
Raphael is silent, stony, impassive as ever.
"Yup. Shoulda got my message... about now." Gabriel is lying through his teeth, but that was always his best ability.
"Message?"
"I told you, I've seen how it all plays out. And it does not look pretty for you, bro."
Raphael starts getting creative.
...
"How long does it take the Winchesters to reach here?" Raphael demands.
"Mmm..." Gabriel says. "Well, that'd sure spoil the surprise."
"Gabriel." Raphael says, dangerously. Gabriel's spent the last Dad-knew-how-many hours hoping that Raphael hadn't blocked Chuck's visions- it was humiliating to admit this, but he really needed the Winchesters now. If Chuck could see this, then the Winchesters would probably be on their way- they needed him, after all, fight the Apocalypse and all that shit- I'd do it, he tells himself. I'd help them out, there's no way I wouldn't after this, if they help me, I'm on their side (like I wasn't kind of already).
"I don't really know." he admits. And that was partially true- he didn't know how long it would take them to reach here if they did somehow find out Raphy's lovely interrogation methods.
Speaking of which, Raphael takes ahold of his chin, lifts his face to meet those eyes, that's a tight grip.
"Father resurrected you for a reason."
"Yeah," Gabriel manages, though it came out garbled. Yeaaargh.
"To help your brethren, to serve Him."
"Nope." Noook. Talking like this is too hard. The fingers tighten, and Dad, that hurt like hell!
"I shall fracture your jaw." Raphael says, solemnly. "Then I shall--"
He is cut off by the doors- which had not been there a second ago- bursting open, his favourite humans and their Fallen friend.
"A little late to the party, Deano, Sammy-boy" Gabriel grins. Or tries to, the fingers are holding his mouth firmly shut.
"You," Raphael snarls, letting go and stalking towards them and fuck, he realises, they don't stand a chance.
...
The floor and walls are smeared with blood. Corpses- Castiel's vessel is splattered quite horribly everywhere. At least the Winchesters are still in one piece- more or less. Raphael is gone, his vessel abandoned. He'll be back before long, though. Despite not being particularly injured in the massacre, Gabriel's too stunned to do anything- being human is fucked up, how do they live with all this shock and bodily reaction crap?
"Dad," he whispers hoarsely. "Dad, you can't let it end like this. They were for you, doing what you actually wanted, you can't just..."
He's still whispering when the brightness arrives, his eyes are burning so badly, his ears are buzzing with painful static and there's a migrane and something trickling from his ears.
He doesn't know yet whether the light brings salvation or damnation.
EDIT: I just realised that I suddenly switched from present to past tense. Several times. Fixed it.