SPN Fic: Fall (To Your Knees) PG13, for the HC bingo card
Title: Fall (To Your Knees)
Fandom: SPN
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Word count: 1144
Author's note: for the fallen angels card on my hurt comfort bingo card.
Summary: Lucifer finds a way to enslave angels that have fallen or are on the way there. Dean won't let anybody take his family away from him.
“It’s for real,” Bobby says.
Dean knows that already, thank you very fucking much. He was the one who’d stood there, stunned, as Lucifer snapped his fingers and Castiel just went to him - like a dog called to heel.
Clearly, it’s any angel who’s fallen or about to that Lucifer can gain control over. He looks like a jerk with that crown on his head, but Dean can’t miss the way Castiel’s eyes aren’t blue any more.
They’re a dull grey, the same colour as the metal the crown’s made of.
Anna’s are the same. She’s on Lucifer’s right, Castiel to his left. They’re both armed, long swords held in scabbards strapped to their backs. To Dean, Castiel’s always looked formidable. Now, he looks formidable, and cold.
Sam is working his way around behind the three of them. All Dean and Bobby have to do is keep them occupied so Sam can try and knock the crown off Lucifer’s head. If they’re lucky, maybe Anna and Castiel can then take advantage of his proximity to off the son of a bitch.
Dean will settle for all of them making it out of here alive.
And he’s such an idiot that he still thinks that’s a possibility until Sam disappears from behind Lucifer and lands with a thump between him and Bobby.
“Now, boys. I can’t let you take them. They’re my brother and sister. If they belong anywhere, they belong with me.”
“I’ll kill you, you bastard,” Dean snapped. “You let them go right now or I’ll kill you.”
Lucifer smirks at him. “Word has it, Dean, that you’ll kill me anyway. Of course, now that I have Castiel standing between me and you, maybe you won’t be so keen to try and shoot me.”
Then the three of them are gone, and all Dean can do is look helplessly at Sam and Bobby. Suddenly the Apocalypse seems so much closer and they’ve just lost their last best chance at holding it at bay.
==
But Dean’s never been one to give up. If they can’t separate Lucifer from the crown, then they’ll have to find another way to break its hold over Castiel.
They’re owed favours by some hunters, and so three nights later they’re waiting by a clearing in the woods while Sam pours a circle of holy oil, and Dean puts Castiel’s cell phone inside the circle - the one Lucifer threw at him when Castiel unwillingly switched sides.
And he and Sam and Bobby do the summoning spell together, because they’re the closest thing Cas has to decent family. Even though they don’t expect it’ll work, because surely Lucifer’s thought they might try this.
But it does.
Castiel appears and Sam throws the lighter and then Cas is staring at them impassively through a circle of flames.
“Release me,” he says.
“Nice try.” Dean gets as close as he can, wants to stare into Castiel’s eyes. Even with the reflected glow of the fire he can see that they’re the same dull grey. But he knows Castiel’s in there - his true self bound, chained, gagged, pinned. He’s going to break Cas free, no matter what he has to do.
“Dean,” Castiel says, and his wings flare outward, and he unsheaths the sword. It’s a big fucking sword. “You will release me. Or he will kill you all.”
Dean smirks. “Kind of thought of that.” He hefts the bag, small, smelly but guaranteed by a witch Bobby knows to knock Castiel’s lights out and throws it. His aim is awesome, and it clears the fire easily, whopping Castiel in the chest. He goes down like he’s just been felled by an angelic 2 x 4, and thank God he doesn’t land in the fire.
“Get it out,” Sam yells, and as soon as the other hunters have extinguishes the flames, he and Dean run to the angel’s side.
They give the sword to Bobby, and roll Castiel, fastening warded manacles around his wrists. It cuts at Dean to do this, but he and Sam are wearing a matching manacle around their own right wrists. Cas might try to rejoin Lucifer, but as long as they’ve got these on...he’s going nowhere.
“Now all we need to do is break Lucifer’s hold,” Sam says. Dean helps him get the angel in a fireman’s carry, and then they get into the Impala. They all roar out of their, each car or truck going its own way. They’ve all got warding in place - once Lucifer figures Castiel’s gone, he’ll try to track him, but he’s not going to find it easy. He won’t know which way they took him, who has him, but Dean wonders how long he’ll continue the search.
Sam’s staring at the back seat, at the unconscious angel. “We don’t have anything we can use to summon Anna.”
Dean’s a little sick over that, but the main thing is that they have Castiel back. “Let’s see if we can free him first.”
==
It’s not easy, watching how Castiel just sits there looking back at them. He doesn’t move, but Dean knows he never takes his eyes - human or otherwise - off them. Even when the angel’s downstairs in the panic room, and he’s upstairs in the john, he can feel that cold sense of being watched.
Castiel’s just waiting for their guard to drop and then he’ll fly right back to his big brother.
Well, no fucking way that’s going to happen.
When they’re ready, Dean gets behind Castiel and holds him. Castiel tries to throw him off, knows what’s coming, but the manacles have him weakened. Even so, it’s like trying to hold onto a feral beast. Castiel bucks and writhes. He threatens and yells.
And then Bobby takes the blade he’s blessed and shoves it right into Castiel’s heart.
For a minute - one eternal minute - Dean thinks they’ve killed him. It’s not an angel blade. But Castiel isn’t moving, and his vessel isn’t breathing, and there’s blood. Lots of it, pumping out over that white shirt, and staining red the grooves in Dean’s hands.
And then Castiel jerks upwards, like something is winding its way out of him, slowly and painfully. He thrashes, and mutters something low, that sounds like Enochian but somehow also sounds wrong.
And then it’s over. He slumps back against Dean, eyes tight shut. Dean squeezes him, and Sam reaches for him. Castiel’s eyes open, and he panics. He struggles upon finding himself restrained and helpless, and it takes all three of them putting their hands on him, telling him he’s alright, they’ve saved him, he’s okay before he finally settles enough to let Dean remove the manacles.
“He...” Castiel begins, and then falls silent.
“I know,” Dean says, and pulls Castiel tight up against him, trying to convince the angel that he’s safe now. “I know.”
Fandom: SPN
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Word count: 1144
Author's note: for the fallen angels card on my hurt comfort bingo card.
Summary: Lucifer finds a way to enslave angels that have fallen or are on the way there. Dean won't let anybody take his family away from him.
“It’s for real,” Bobby says.
Dean knows that already, thank you very fucking much. He was the one who’d stood there, stunned, as Lucifer snapped his fingers and Castiel just went to him - like a dog called to heel.
Clearly, it’s any angel who’s fallen or about to that Lucifer can gain control over. He looks like a jerk with that crown on his head, but Dean can’t miss the way Castiel’s eyes aren’t blue any more.
They’re a dull grey, the same colour as the metal the crown’s made of.
Anna’s are the same. She’s on Lucifer’s right, Castiel to his left. They’re both armed, long swords held in scabbards strapped to their backs. To Dean, Castiel’s always looked formidable. Now, he looks formidable, and cold.
Sam is working his way around behind the three of them. All Dean and Bobby have to do is keep them occupied so Sam can try and knock the crown off Lucifer’s head. If they’re lucky, maybe Anna and Castiel can then take advantage of his proximity to off the son of a bitch.
Dean will settle for all of them making it out of here alive.
And he’s such an idiot that he still thinks that’s a possibility until Sam disappears from behind Lucifer and lands with a thump between him and Bobby.
“Now, boys. I can’t let you take them. They’re my brother and sister. If they belong anywhere, they belong with me.”
“I’ll kill you, you bastard,” Dean snapped. “You let them go right now or I’ll kill you.”
Lucifer smirks at him. “Word has it, Dean, that you’ll kill me anyway. Of course, now that I have Castiel standing between me and you, maybe you won’t be so keen to try and shoot me.”
Then the three of them are gone, and all Dean can do is look helplessly at Sam and Bobby. Suddenly the Apocalypse seems so much closer and they’ve just lost their last best chance at holding it at bay.
==
But Dean’s never been one to give up. If they can’t separate Lucifer from the crown, then they’ll have to find another way to break its hold over Castiel.
They’re owed favours by some hunters, and so three nights later they’re waiting by a clearing in the woods while Sam pours a circle of holy oil, and Dean puts Castiel’s cell phone inside the circle - the one Lucifer threw at him when Castiel unwillingly switched sides.
And he and Sam and Bobby do the summoning spell together, because they’re the closest thing Cas has to decent family. Even though they don’t expect it’ll work, because surely Lucifer’s thought they might try this.
But it does.
Castiel appears and Sam throws the lighter and then Cas is staring at them impassively through a circle of flames.
“Release me,” he says.
“Nice try.” Dean gets as close as he can, wants to stare into Castiel’s eyes. Even with the reflected glow of the fire he can see that they’re the same dull grey. But he knows Castiel’s in there - his true self bound, chained, gagged, pinned. He’s going to break Cas free, no matter what he has to do.
“Dean,” Castiel says, and his wings flare outward, and he unsheaths the sword. It’s a big fucking sword. “You will release me. Or he will kill you all.”
Dean smirks. “Kind of thought of that.” He hefts the bag, small, smelly but guaranteed by a witch Bobby knows to knock Castiel’s lights out and throws it. His aim is awesome, and it clears the fire easily, whopping Castiel in the chest. He goes down like he’s just been felled by an angelic 2 x 4, and thank God he doesn’t land in the fire.
“Get it out,” Sam yells, and as soon as the other hunters have extinguishes the flames, he and Dean run to the angel’s side.
They give the sword to Bobby, and roll Castiel, fastening warded manacles around his wrists. It cuts at Dean to do this, but he and Sam are wearing a matching manacle around their own right wrists. Cas might try to rejoin Lucifer, but as long as they’ve got these on...he’s going nowhere.
“Now all we need to do is break Lucifer’s hold,” Sam says. Dean helps him get the angel in a fireman’s carry, and then they get into the Impala. They all roar out of their, each car or truck going its own way. They’ve all got warding in place - once Lucifer figures Castiel’s gone, he’ll try to track him, but he’s not going to find it easy. He won’t know which way they took him, who has him, but Dean wonders how long he’ll continue the search.
Sam’s staring at the back seat, at the unconscious angel. “We don’t have anything we can use to summon Anna.”
Dean’s a little sick over that, but the main thing is that they have Castiel back. “Let’s see if we can free him first.”
==
It’s not easy, watching how Castiel just sits there looking back at them. He doesn’t move, but Dean knows he never takes his eyes - human or otherwise - off them. Even when the angel’s downstairs in the panic room, and he’s upstairs in the john, he can feel that cold sense of being watched.
Castiel’s just waiting for their guard to drop and then he’ll fly right back to his big brother.
Well, no fucking way that’s going to happen.
When they’re ready, Dean gets behind Castiel and holds him. Castiel tries to throw him off, knows what’s coming, but the manacles have him weakened. Even so, it’s like trying to hold onto a feral beast. Castiel bucks and writhes. He threatens and yells.
And then Bobby takes the blade he’s blessed and shoves it right into Castiel’s heart.
For a minute - one eternal minute - Dean thinks they’ve killed him. It’s not an angel blade. But Castiel isn’t moving, and his vessel isn’t breathing, and there’s blood. Lots of it, pumping out over that white shirt, and staining red the grooves in Dean’s hands.
And then Castiel jerks upwards, like something is winding its way out of him, slowly and painfully. He thrashes, and mutters something low, that sounds like Enochian but somehow also sounds wrong.
And then it’s over. He slumps back against Dean, eyes tight shut. Dean squeezes him, and Sam reaches for him. Castiel’s eyes open, and he panics. He struggles upon finding himself restrained and helpless, and it takes all three of them putting their hands on him, telling him he’s alright, they’ve saved him, he’s okay before he finally settles enough to let Dean remove the manacles.
“He...” Castiel begins, and then falls silent.
“I know,” Dean says, and pulls Castiel tight up against him, trying to convince the angel that he’s safe now. “I know.”