kissing meme - claire bennet (thecheerleader)
For thecheerleader, who requested a kiss from Castiel - hope I didn't butcher Claire :)
Warning: Character Death.
She prays for a week, angry and demanding. Calling him a coward, telling him to come talk to her. He finally appears to her while she's at some run down diner with books in front of her. They haven't seen each other in years, maybe a decade, but neither of them look any different. Claire almost smiles when she sees him, but she quickly remembers why she wanted to speak with him. He waits patiently as ever for her to begin their conversation.
"Did you know about this?" She flips one of the tomes to a flagged page, and pushes it toward him. He doesn't look at it, but nods slowly. Her eyes flick around them before she hisses at him. "And you didn't think you should tell me, maybe?"
He breaths in, breaking eye contact. "It wasn't the right time," he starts, and she interrupts him.
"The right time!? There is no right time for that other than the first chance you get!"
"Claire…"
"God, I thought you were one of the only people -- things I could trust," she accuses.
"It's complicated."
"Are you just going to keep using those phrases? It must be so easy for you, keeping secrets and playing with humans like this," she starts to close up her books, piling them into the canvas bag she has at her side. Castiel stays silent because he knows she's got the right to be angry at him.
Another decade passes, hardly noticeable to Castiel, and another. Claire is silent, but he checks on her sometimes, to see that she's relatively okay. He's no fool, he knows that Claire Bennet will never be okay, not really.
He appears to her again, while she's in a library with her nose stuck in an old journal covered in chicken scratch.
"Hello Claire."
She isn't startled, but she looks up at him with that same slight smile on her face. Then she frowns again.
"Here to apologize? I'm sure 20 years to you is like 3 minutes to me," her sarcastic bite bypasses him, but he looks away anyway.
"There's nothing I can apologize for."
"No? You don't think so?" her eyebrows come together, and he's hurt her again. "'The unending will meet her end at the hands of an agent of the Lord, Castiel.' That's what they all say. Still not sorry?"
Castiel says nothing, because anything would only make her angrier.
"I wish I'd never met Sam Winchester…" she mumbles as Castiel turns to walk away, disappearing in an instant.
She lives through her lives one at a time until she's lived 3 more than any normal human being. He watches as she tries to save lives and help people, he watches as her fire never dies, but burns brighter as she presses on.
Four-hundred-sixty-two years have passed since he pushed her on a swing in a playground during the apocalypse. He can see it in her eyes and in her soul, and this time she does smile when she sees him. She's disheveled, hair a mess and her clothing is in tatters. She's tired and she can't run anymore.
"They're hunting you," Castiel says quietly. She's squatting in an old warehouse in downtown what-used-to-be-Chicago and she hasn't eaten in days. She nods, the smile fading and she reaches out to grab onto him, hug him tightly. He smoothes her hair back.
"Are you ready, now? Do you forgive me?"
She laughs a little at that, and smiles. But her head shakes even as a tear falls down her cheek.
"No," she croaks out. "No on both counts. I have no friends, no allies. They want my blood and I wish I could give it to them without being dissected," she bites out, but she laughs bitterly again.
"I know. You wouldn't be Claire if the answer was yes." She takes his hand and puts it to her cheek and this time it's his turn to say no.
"The prophecies were right, not literal," he says. He leans down and presses his lips gently to hers. Light emits from her body ever so dimly, and brightens and she kisses him back. It fades away again, and she slowly grows limp in his arms. Castiel pulls away from her, and presses another kiss to her forehead.
Warning: Character Death.
She prays for a week, angry and demanding. Calling him a coward, telling him to come talk to her. He finally appears to her while she's at some run down diner with books in front of her. They haven't seen each other in years, maybe a decade, but neither of them look any different. Claire almost smiles when she sees him, but she quickly remembers why she wanted to speak with him. He waits patiently as ever for her to begin their conversation.
"Did you know about this?" She flips one of the tomes to a flagged page, and pushes it toward him. He doesn't look at it, but nods slowly. Her eyes flick around them before she hisses at him. "And you didn't think you should tell me, maybe?"
He breaths in, breaking eye contact. "It wasn't the right time," he starts, and she interrupts him.
"The right time!? There is no right time for that other than the first chance you get!"
"Claire…"
"God, I thought you were one of the only people -- things I could trust," she accuses.
"It's complicated."
"Are you just going to keep using those phrases? It must be so easy for you, keeping secrets and playing with humans like this," she starts to close up her books, piling them into the canvas bag she has at her side. Castiel stays silent because he knows she's got the right to be angry at him.
Another decade passes, hardly noticeable to Castiel, and another. Claire is silent, but he checks on her sometimes, to see that she's relatively okay. He's no fool, he knows that Claire Bennet will never be okay, not really.
He appears to her again, while she's in a library with her nose stuck in an old journal covered in chicken scratch.
"Hello Claire."
She isn't startled, but she looks up at him with that same slight smile on her face. Then she frowns again.
"Here to apologize? I'm sure 20 years to you is like 3 minutes to me," her sarcastic bite bypasses him, but he looks away anyway.
"There's nothing I can apologize for."
"No? You don't think so?" her eyebrows come together, and he's hurt her again. "'The unending will meet her end at the hands of an agent of the Lord, Castiel.' That's what they all say. Still not sorry?"
Castiel says nothing, because anything would only make her angrier.
"I wish I'd never met Sam Winchester…" she mumbles as Castiel turns to walk away, disappearing in an instant.
She lives through her lives one at a time until she's lived 3 more than any normal human being. He watches as she tries to save lives and help people, he watches as her fire never dies, but burns brighter as she presses on.
Four-hundred-sixty-two years have passed since he pushed her on a swing in a playground during the apocalypse. He can see it in her eyes and in her soul, and this time she does smile when she sees him. She's disheveled, hair a mess and her clothing is in tatters. She's tired and she can't run anymore.
"They're hunting you," Castiel says quietly. She's squatting in an old warehouse in downtown what-used-to-be-Chicago and she hasn't eaten in days. She nods, the smile fading and she reaches out to grab onto him, hug him tightly. He smoothes her hair back.
"Are you ready, now? Do you forgive me?"
She laughs a little at that, and smiles. But her head shakes even as a tear falls down her cheek.
"No," she croaks out. "No on both counts. I have no friends, no allies. They want my blood and I wish I could give it to them without being dissected," she bites out, but she laughs bitterly again.
"I know. You wouldn't be Claire if the answer was yes." She takes his hand and puts it to her cheek and this time it's his turn to say no.
"The prophecies were right, not literal," he says. He leans down and presses his lips gently to hers. Light emits from her body ever so dimly, and brightens and she kisses him back. It fades away again, and she slowly grows limp in his arms. Castiel pulls away from her, and presses another kiss to her forehead.