Fiction: Everything Eventually- Supernatural - PG-13
Title: Everything Eventually
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Castiel, Lucifer!Sam (hints of Dean/Castiel and Sam/Castiel)
Warning: Character death. Spoilers for 504.
Word count: 730
Notes: I don't usually do this. I never like to write stories where a character dies, but this story won't leave me alone. So I'm sending it out even without being beta read because it must be gone. I need to stop touching this story, poking at it like a hole in my side. I post this now to bury it. I'm sorry.
Disclaimer: Supernatural is the property of Eric Kripke. No infringement is meant.
Summary: Castiel knows where this mission is headed.
It wasn't that strange in the grand scheme of things. He would have thought seeing past Dean would spark something in him, but it didn't. Maybe he was too high or maybe he just didn't give a crap anymore. Probably both.
He laughed at how adorable past Dean was and watched as something like jealousy flashed across his fearless leader's face. Amusement was probably the wrong reaction at a time like this. He knew what was going on. He knew what Dean was planning, and it was foolish. He'd always known it was foolish.
Castiel slowly stood up and winked at past Dean as he walked by him. Those feelings never vanished. They just stayed buried deep inside once Dean made his own choices. He pushed the beads aside and stared down at the room he'd been living in for the last few years.
No sense in crying over spilt milk. Isn't that what the humans say? Now that he was human, he may as well embrace it all. If he could have shed tears at this moment he would have, but the drugs make it impossible. Instead he collapsed on his cot and stared up at the ceiling. Castiel closed his eyes and grinned at the dryness his eyes.
"Why hast thou forsaken me?" he said with a bitter chuckle.
He must have drifted off because the next thing he heard was the shout of voices. Castiel slowly stood up and gathered his guns. It was time. He knew what was about to happen. He'd told Dean he would go. He would always go.
When he climbed behind the wheel of the truck, past Dean climbed in beside him. The conversation on the way to the most reckless mission they'd ever undertaken was brief. Castiel pondered the words exchanged between them as he parked the truck and picked up his weapons. Dean followed him, and Castiel wanted to tell his own Dean that this was wrong. They should have left past Dean behind, but it was too late. Everything was too late.
When Dean knocked out his other self, Castiel just shook his head and followed the others to their demise. He took one last look at Dean and bowed his head. Because there was no way they were going to survive this mission and Castiel knew this all along. He watched as Sam, now Lucifer, killed all his friends from a distance. Castiel dropped his weapons and smiled at Sam who stood, casually brushing his hands together like he'd gotten them dirty somehow.
"Hello, Castiel," Sam said.
"It's been a long time," Castiel said, walking forward. He stopped in front of him and looked into the eyes. There was nothing left of the man Castile once knew. He'd all but vanished. "Isn't the white suit a bit pretentious?" Castiel tilted his own head and tried to smile. He should have taken something stronger, but he hadn't wanted that.
"You think so," Sam said, reaching out to touch Castiel on the cheek. He shook his head and Castiel could see sadness in his eyes.
"It doesn't matter what you wear," Castiel said, leaning into the touch.
"You backed the wrong brother," Sam said with a quirk of his lips as though he'd said something amusing.
"Dean will see you for what you really are."
"It's so sad," Lucifer said, because Castiel had to remind himself that this wasn't Sam anymore. His voice was soft like Sam's, but Castiel could see that the kind eyes had been blackened by the corruption within. Maybe Castiel was no longer an angel himself, but that much he could tell.
"Yes," Castiel said. He stood his ground as Lucifer wrapped his arms around him and pressed their lips together.
"I know how Sam felt, feels about you," Lucifer said. Their lips still touched as he spoke and Castiel could feel the puff of his breath on his face. He stroked Castiel's back, twisting his arm as he spun on his heel. Pain shot through Castiel's body.
"Please make it painless for Dean."
"I wish I could," Lucifer said, sounding almost sincere. The pressure on Castiel's chest build as Lucifer held him tight and kissed him again, pushing his tongue past Castiel's lips.
"Thank you," Castiel whispered as unconsciousness overtook him. Just before everything went black, Castiel could feel the tears in his eyes. He was finally going home.
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Castiel, Lucifer!Sam (hints of Dean/Castiel and Sam/Castiel)
Warning: Character death. Spoilers for 504.
Word count: 730
Notes: I don't usually do this. I never like to write stories where a character dies, but this story won't leave me alone. So I'm sending it out even without being beta read because it must be gone. I need to stop touching this story, poking at it like a hole in my side. I post this now to bury it. I'm sorry.
Disclaimer: Supernatural is the property of Eric Kripke. No infringement is meant.
Summary: Castiel knows where this mission is headed.
It wasn't that strange in the grand scheme of things. He would have thought seeing past Dean would spark something in him, but it didn't. Maybe he was too high or maybe he just didn't give a crap anymore. Probably both.
He laughed at how adorable past Dean was and watched as something like jealousy flashed across his fearless leader's face. Amusement was probably the wrong reaction at a time like this. He knew what was going on. He knew what Dean was planning, and it was foolish. He'd always known it was foolish.
Castiel slowly stood up and winked at past Dean as he walked by him. Those feelings never vanished. They just stayed buried deep inside once Dean made his own choices. He pushed the beads aside and stared down at the room he'd been living in for the last few years.
No sense in crying over spilt milk. Isn't that what the humans say? Now that he was human, he may as well embrace it all. If he could have shed tears at this moment he would have, but the drugs make it impossible. Instead he collapsed on his cot and stared up at the ceiling. Castiel closed his eyes and grinned at the dryness his eyes.
"Why hast thou forsaken me?" he said with a bitter chuckle.
He must have drifted off because the next thing he heard was the shout of voices. Castiel slowly stood up and gathered his guns. It was time. He knew what was about to happen. He'd told Dean he would go. He would always go.
When he climbed behind the wheel of the truck, past Dean climbed in beside him. The conversation on the way to the most reckless mission they'd ever undertaken was brief. Castiel pondered the words exchanged between them as he parked the truck and picked up his weapons. Dean followed him, and Castiel wanted to tell his own Dean that this was wrong. They should have left past Dean behind, but it was too late. Everything was too late.
When Dean knocked out his other self, Castiel just shook his head and followed the others to their demise. He took one last look at Dean and bowed his head. Because there was no way they were going to survive this mission and Castiel knew this all along. He watched as Sam, now Lucifer, killed all his friends from a distance. Castiel dropped his weapons and smiled at Sam who stood, casually brushing his hands together like he'd gotten them dirty somehow.
"Hello, Castiel," Sam said.
"It's been a long time," Castiel said, walking forward. He stopped in front of him and looked into the eyes. There was nothing left of the man Castile once knew. He'd all but vanished. "Isn't the white suit a bit pretentious?" Castiel tilted his own head and tried to smile. He should have taken something stronger, but he hadn't wanted that.
"You think so," Sam said, reaching out to touch Castiel on the cheek. He shook his head and Castiel could see sadness in his eyes.
"It doesn't matter what you wear," Castiel said, leaning into the touch.
"You backed the wrong brother," Sam said with a quirk of his lips as though he'd said something amusing.
"Dean will see you for what you really are."
"It's so sad," Lucifer said, because Castiel had to remind himself that this wasn't Sam anymore. His voice was soft like Sam's, but Castiel could see that the kind eyes had been blackened by the corruption within. Maybe Castiel was no longer an angel himself, but that much he could tell.
"Yes," Castiel said. He stood his ground as Lucifer wrapped his arms around him and pressed their lips together.
"I know how Sam felt, feels about you," Lucifer said. Their lips still touched as he spoke and Castiel could feel the puff of his breath on his face. He stroked Castiel's back, twisting his arm as he spun on his heel. Pain shot through Castiel's body.
"Please make it painless for Dean."
"I wish I could," Lucifer said, sounding almost sincere. The pressure on Castiel's chest build as Lucifer held him tight and kissed him again, pushing his tongue past Castiel's lips.
"Thank you," Castiel whispered as unconsciousness overtook him. Just before everything went black, Castiel could feel the tears in his eyes. He was finally going home.