[SPN] faith is a series of complications (1/16; prologue)
Title: faith is a series of complications
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: R
Characters/Pairing: Gabriel/Castiel, with eventual Dean/Castiel at the end.
Warning: Spoilers for up to 6.15, but also including major plot points for the entire season in general plus Leviathan stuff from Season 7. Warnings for angel on angel action, angst, a notable amount of blasphemy plus gratuitous use (as well as abuse, handwaving and even twisting around) of folklore/mythology, ridiculous amounts of UST (which is over 9000!), major fail everywhere and mainly lots of trainwreck. Oh, and all the drama, because it wouldn’t be fanfiction without it.
Notes: Hoooo boy. Here is the monster fic I've been writing since September, and I'm really glad to be finally posting it. Written for the 2011/2012 gabriel_bigbang challenge, and the masterpost with full links and donwloads can be found here, while tl;dr author's commentary (if you wish to read it) can be found here. I really, really hope you guys enjoy this fic as much as I had a blast writing this (even though IDK how it got this long), and feel free to leave any and all comments when you guys are done.
Ø: prologue-nobody thinks about you.
When the blade plunged into him, Gabriel had felt pain like no other-it wasn’t just a normal sort of injury he could recover back from with a snap. This was a blade (his own blade) right into his Grace, the very energy that made him up and anchored to the very fabric of his existence. It hurt more than an angel who would rip their own Grace out, hurt more than any other injury he had ever received, hurt more than every ache in his heart he felt when he made himself turn in the other direction and ignore what his mind screamed for him to do. The blade cracked through his Grace, shattering it as it burned through his being and Gabriel could feel his wings breaking apart, fragments of light and Grace scattering into the shadows that Lucifer cast in front of him.
He felt himself slipping, his very existence being unwound by the power of his own blade. The loss of his senses was instantaneous; numbness rushing throughout his entire form as everything broke and splintered, burning him up dry. Even though Gabriel knew he was burning with broken Grace now, it was not light that overtook him but darkness-darkness of the dimming Morningstar’s light in his own eyes as the Trickster collapsed, Grace burning out from within and around him.
The impact of hitting the floor never even registered to him, as the entire world blacked out even before he reached the ground.
If this was how his life was supposed to end, then it sure was a shitty way to go.
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Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: R
Characters/Pairing: Gabriel/Castiel, with eventual Dean/Castiel at the end.
Warning: Spoilers for up to 6.15, but also including major plot points for the entire season in general plus Leviathan stuff from Season 7. Warnings for angel on angel action, angst, a notable amount of blasphemy plus gratuitous use (as well as abuse, handwaving and even twisting around) of folklore/mythology, ridiculous amounts of UST (which is over 9000!), major fail everywhere and mainly lots of trainwreck. Oh, and all the drama, because it wouldn’t be fanfiction without it.
Notes: Hoooo boy. Here is the monster fic I've been writing since September, and I'm really glad to be finally posting it. Written for the 2011/2012 gabriel_bigbang challenge, and the masterpost with full links and donwloads can be found here, while tl;dr author's commentary (if you wish to read it) can be found here. I really, really hope you guys enjoy this fic as much as I had a blast writing this (even though IDK how it got this long), and feel free to leave any and all comments when you guys are done.
Ø: prologue-nobody thinks about you.
When the blade plunged into him, Gabriel had felt pain like no other-it wasn’t just a normal sort of injury he could recover back from with a snap. This was a blade (his own blade) right into his Grace, the very energy that made him up and anchored to the very fabric of his existence. It hurt more than an angel who would rip their own Grace out, hurt more than any other injury he had ever received, hurt more than every ache in his heart he felt when he made himself turn in the other direction and ignore what his mind screamed for him to do. The blade cracked through his Grace, shattering it as it burned through his being and Gabriel could feel his wings breaking apart, fragments of light and Grace scattering into the shadows that Lucifer cast in front of him.
He felt himself slipping, his very existence being unwound by the power of his own blade. The loss of his senses was instantaneous; numbness rushing throughout his entire form as everything broke and splintered, burning him up dry. Even though Gabriel knew he was burning with broken Grace now, it was not light that overtook him but darkness-darkness of the dimming Morningstar’s light in his own eyes as the Trickster collapsed, Grace burning out from within and around him.
The impact of hitting the floor never even registered to him, as the entire world blacked out even before he reached the ground.
If this was how his life was supposed to end, then it sure was a shitty way to go.
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