Rays of Love, Moonshine Heart (2/21): Never Grow Up
Title: Rays of Love, Moonshine Heart
Author: misakikinomoto
Fandom/Genre: Fantasy, Romance, Angst, Pre-Slash (ish), Slow Burn
Pairing (s): Dean/Castiel; Sam/Ruby; Crowley/Aziraphale Chuck/Becky; John/Mary
Rating: M (for the Warnings below)
Word Count: 25388
Warnings: Torture scenes described, perceived mental abuse of a minor, possible triggers, mentions of rape of unknown people, abandonment issues, serious psychological trauma of a child (can be seen as such), several references to biblical tales and possible blaspehmy, serious bastardization of said biblical stories (adapted to suit the story), detailed description of the death of a minor character
Summary:
Lucifer is going to rise, Chuck has been silent, and the Moon Wolf and the Sun Angel have yet to come into their destiny.
It'll take a lot of friends, family, and allies to get there, but Dean and Castiel know what's at stake, and know that sometimes, it takes more than just pure strength or intelligence to stop Evil.
Sometimes it take Love. They just need to get there.[Part 1 of The Eclipse Chronicles]
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Living in the Angel Kingdom was not easy, particularly for a boy like Castiel. Just as Chuck had said, he had his mother’s eyes and his father’s hair. His wings were bigger than his body, causing him to trip over them more often than not. Everyone in the castle cooed over how cute he was, but three year old Castiel didn’t want to be cute. He wanted to be powerful like his Daddy.
Castiel found friends in his cousin Gabriel, and Gabriel’s best friend Balthazar. The two were always up to some mischief, and Castiel was always amused by their antics. Gabriel and Balthazar were a year older than Castiel. Gabriel had hair the colour of the honey-toffees his mother always gave them, and sparkly green-ish eyes. Balthazar had hair the colour of the Tear Desert, and his eyes were the colour of ice the Angels brought from the Northern Snowlands.
While Castiel loved spending time with both of them, his favorite time of the day was the night. His father’s friend, Inias, would take him up to the Astronomy Tower and show him the stars. But Castiel always found himself besotted with the moon. Once, he asked his father before he went to sleep, “Why does the moon disappear?”
Michael had watched his son quietly for a while and said, “Because he is looking for someone.”
Castiel’s eyes widened.
“Wait. I’ll tell you the story. Let me just tell your Mother to go to bed without me.” Castiel nodded, excited. He loved his father’s stories. Michael returned in a few moments and sat down next to his son.
“Are you comfortable?” asked Michael, with a small smile. Castiel nodded again, his big blue eyes focused completely on his father.
Once upon a time, there was an angel. His wings were as dark as the midnight sky, as was his hair.
“Just like me!” said Castiel, excitedly. Michael eyes seemed to dim slightly, almost sad, and nodded.
He was the angel of the Sun, and he loved the duty assigned to him. He could bring light to the life of so many creatures, and so much life revolved around the sun. He was bright, and fierce, and his light illuminated the land. His grace was brighter still. It was, as you know Castiel, very rare for angels to have graces that were brighter than souls, but this angel did.
He flew across the world, taking in the sights, the feelings and the love that the world held. Some part of him felt…odd. During the day, he was the Sun. During the night he was a mere angel. So he could travel in the night as well.
So one night, he set off to find whatever his heart was longing for.
At first, he thought he was hungry, but when that idea failed, he tried other options. Until finally, he realized he was lonely. He saw millions of creatures in love and being loved every day, but he had no one to feel that way about, or to feel that way about him.
So every night he went out to find someone who would love him the way he wanted them to. Someone who he could love with all his might.
And one day, that small wish of the Sun’s came true.
Michael stopped.
Castiel stared at his father with tired eyes. “Go on father! Continue!”
Michael smiled, and said, “I’ll finish the story tomorrow, alright, or whenever it is I’m free. Remind me.” Castiel nodded sleepily, and he was soon lost to the land of sleep and dreams where he dreamt of being the Sun flying across the sky.
And so the days went on.
His father had to deal with a delegate from one of the Angel colonies out on the islands that floated on the Jellyfish Sea. It took a few days, and Castiel knew his father, being the king and all, was very busy. So he patiently waited for his father to finish the story in his own time.
The day came much later that Castiel expected. Michael appeared one day, several months after Castiel’s fifth birthday and said, “Castiel, I apologize. I was so busy that I forgot to finish the story.”
Castiel smiled brightly and said, “You were busy, Father. That’s alright. I had much to do with sword practice, and astronomy, and my other lessons as well.”
Michael smiled, and sat down on the bed next to Castiel, pulling him in so that his head was resting on Michael’s shoulders.
“Now, do you remember where we left off?” Michael asked.
“The Sun found his wish?”
“Ah yes.”
One night, the angel of the Sun was flying over the colony of Wolves, and something caught his eye.
The moon.
If he controlled the Sun, then who controlled the Moon?
He slowly came down to the wolf colony, wondering if they would know the answer.
After being growled at for some time, he finally got an answer from the Alpha.
“Our Alpha does.”
He was surprised. “Are you not this clan’s alpha?” he asked.
The wolf chuckled. “No, I am an alpha, but not this clan’s Alpha. He is up there. He controls the moon. Come, I will introduce you, Angel of the Sun.”
The angel nodded, and he followed the wolf to the top of the mountain known as Half-Moon Mountain.
Castiel gasped. “You mean the one that I can see from my window, Father?”
Michael nodded, and with a flick of his hands, the curtains that blocked out the view of the night opened up to show Half Moon Mountain. It glowed with an impossible light, almost like it was pulsing like a heartbeat.
It was on that very mountain that the Angel of the Sun first met the Wolf of the Moon. The wolf was not in wolf form, as the alpha that had guided the Angel here was. Instead, he was in his other form, the form that looked very alike to the Angel’s, except for the lack of wings.
His eyes were the green of the lush Rainforest of Taar, and his short hair was the colour of the wet sandy beach of Kaleido, where the angel enjoyed spending most of his time.
“You mean the beach that we go to every summer, father?” asked Castiel, his smile bright in awe.
Michael looked straight at his son, his lips curved in a smiled, but not reaching his eyes. Castiel could not see the sadness in those eyes. He didn’t realize that this was not just an ordinary story. Castiel didn’t realize this was the first time he informed Michael of his destiny with the Wolf of the Moon.
Maybe their story wouldn’t be the same. Maybe they’d live happily ever after, or maybe they wouldn’t. Maybe it would be the same. Castiel, at this age, had no way of knowing any of this.
The angel’s heart skipped a beat as those green eyes focused on him.
“Hey,” said the wolf, and the angel nodded.
The other alpha had slowly slunk back into the woods, and as night became day, the two lonely souls became friends.
Castiel smiled brightly.
“And they lived happily ever after, right Father?”
Michael shook his head.
After many months, the two finally told each other about their true feelings. They were so in love they did not realize the Shadows were threatening to kill them all.
And so, one day, the angel disappeared. The sun rose and set as it was wont to, but the angel was nowhere to be found. Every night the wolf looked for his beloved, driven mad with longing and loneliness.
He never noticed that slowly, the moon would wane as he searched. Slowly, the moon became smaller and smaller, every night looking more like someone was physically destroying it, eating the light it gave off.
When he was informed of the after-effects of his search, the wolf stood silently at the top of Half-Moon Mountain, and took in them in. As he watched the moon turn back to its original shape, he found that the loneliness was setting in once again. He wanted to see his Angel again, play with him, love him. He didn’t care if the moon would slowly wane. As long as he came back to the mountain before it disappeared for too long, it would be ok.
The wolf swore he would never stop searching, and he never has.
“The wolf loved the angel very much, didn’t he?” asked Castiel.
Michael sighed, as he got up. “Enough to die for him.”
Castiel made a sad face as he looked out at the mountain.
“Father?” he said, quietly.
Michael turned, “Yes, Castiel?”
“The wolf must be very sad and alone, up on that mountain without his Angel. When I grow up and when I can fly, I’ll find him and tell him that we can be friends! Do you think he’d want to?” asked Castiel, excitedly.
Michael nodded, watching his son with sad eyes. “I think he’d like that very much Castiel.”
Michael kissed Castiel on the top of his head, making the boy giggle. If Michael left the room with tears of sadness in his eyes, and fear for his son in his heart, Castiel would never know.
Author: misakikinomoto
Fandom/Genre: Fantasy, Romance, Angst, Pre-Slash (ish), Slow Burn
Pairing (s): Dean/Castiel; Sam/Ruby; Crowley/Aziraphale Chuck/Becky; John/Mary
Rating: M (for the Warnings below)
Word Count: 25388
Warnings: Torture scenes described, perceived mental abuse of a minor, possible triggers, mentions of rape of unknown people, abandonment issues, serious psychological trauma of a child (can be seen as such), several references to biblical tales and possible blaspehmy, serious bastardization of said biblical stories (adapted to suit the story), detailed description of the death of a minor character
Summary:
Lucifer is going to rise, Chuck has been silent, and the Moon Wolf and the Sun Angel have yet to come into their destiny.
It'll take a lot of friends, family, and allies to get there, but Dean and Castiel know what's at stake, and know that sometimes, it takes more than just pure strength or intelligence to stop Evil.
Sometimes it take Love. They just need to get there.[Part 1 of The Eclipse Chronicles]
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Living in the Angel Kingdom was not easy, particularly for a boy like Castiel. Just as Chuck had said, he had his mother’s eyes and his father’s hair. His wings were bigger than his body, causing him to trip over them more often than not. Everyone in the castle cooed over how cute he was, but three year old Castiel didn’t want to be cute. He wanted to be powerful like his Daddy.
Castiel found friends in his cousin Gabriel, and Gabriel’s best friend Balthazar. The two were always up to some mischief, and Castiel was always amused by their antics. Gabriel and Balthazar were a year older than Castiel. Gabriel had hair the colour of the honey-toffees his mother always gave them, and sparkly green-ish eyes. Balthazar had hair the colour of the Tear Desert, and his eyes were the colour of ice the Angels brought from the Northern Snowlands.
While Castiel loved spending time with both of them, his favorite time of the day was the night. His father’s friend, Inias, would take him up to the Astronomy Tower and show him the stars. But Castiel always found himself besotted with the moon. Once, he asked his father before he went to sleep, “Why does the moon disappear?”
Michael had watched his son quietly for a while and said, “Because he is looking for someone.”
Castiel’s eyes widened.
“Wait. I’ll tell you the story. Let me just tell your Mother to go to bed without me.” Castiel nodded, excited. He loved his father’s stories. Michael returned in a few moments and sat down next to his son.
“Are you comfortable?” asked Michael, with a small smile. Castiel nodded again, his big blue eyes focused completely on his father.
Once upon a time, there was an angel. His wings were as dark as the midnight sky, as was his hair.
“Just like me!” said Castiel, excitedly. Michael eyes seemed to dim slightly, almost sad, and nodded.
He was the angel of the Sun, and he loved the duty assigned to him. He could bring light to the life of so many creatures, and so much life revolved around the sun. He was bright, and fierce, and his light illuminated the land. His grace was brighter still. It was, as you know Castiel, very rare for angels to have graces that were brighter than souls, but this angel did.
He flew across the world, taking in the sights, the feelings and the love that the world held. Some part of him felt…odd. During the day, he was the Sun. During the night he was a mere angel. So he could travel in the night as well.
So one night, he set off to find whatever his heart was longing for.
At first, he thought he was hungry, but when that idea failed, he tried other options. Until finally, he realized he was lonely. He saw millions of creatures in love and being loved every day, but he had no one to feel that way about, or to feel that way about him.
So every night he went out to find someone who would love him the way he wanted them to. Someone who he could love with all his might.
And one day, that small wish of the Sun’s came true.
Michael stopped.
Castiel stared at his father with tired eyes. “Go on father! Continue!”
Michael smiled, and said, “I’ll finish the story tomorrow, alright, or whenever it is I’m free. Remind me.” Castiel nodded sleepily, and he was soon lost to the land of sleep and dreams where he dreamt of being the Sun flying across the sky.
And so the days went on.
His father had to deal with a delegate from one of the Angel colonies out on the islands that floated on the Jellyfish Sea. It took a few days, and Castiel knew his father, being the king and all, was very busy. So he patiently waited for his father to finish the story in his own time.
The day came much later that Castiel expected. Michael appeared one day, several months after Castiel’s fifth birthday and said, “Castiel, I apologize. I was so busy that I forgot to finish the story.”
Castiel smiled brightly and said, “You were busy, Father. That’s alright. I had much to do with sword practice, and astronomy, and my other lessons as well.”
Michael smiled, and sat down on the bed next to Castiel, pulling him in so that his head was resting on Michael’s shoulders.
“Now, do you remember where we left off?” Michael asked.
“The Sun found his wish?”
“Ah yes.”
One night, the angel of the Sun was flying over the colony of Wolves, and something caught his eye.
The moon.
If he controlled the Sun, then who controlled the Moon?
He slowly came down to the wolf colony, wondering if they would know the answer.
After being growled at for some time, he finally got an answer from the Alpha.
“Our Alpha does.”
He was surprised. “Are you not this clan’s alpha?” he asked.
The wolf chuckled. “No, I am an alpha, but not this clan’s Alpha. He is up there. He controls the moon. Come, I will introduce you, Angel of the Sun.”
The angel nodded, and he followed the wolf to the top of the mountain known as Half-Moon Mountain.
Castiel gasped. “You mean the one that I can see from my window, Father?”
Michael nodded, and with a flick of his hands, the curtains that blocked out the view of the night opened up to show Half Moon Mountain. It glowed with an impossible light, almost like it was pulsing like a heartbeat.
It was on that very mountain that the Angel of the Sun first met the Wolf of the Moon. The wolf was not in wolf form, as the alpha that had guided the Angel here was. Instead, he was in his other form, the form that looked very alike to the Angel’s, except for the lack of wings.
His eyes were the green of the lush Rainforest of Taar, and his short hair was the colour of the wet sandy beach of Kaleido, where the angel enjoyed spending most of his time.
“You mean the beach that we go to every summer, father?” asked Castiel, his smile bright in awe.
Michael looked straight at his son, his lips curved in a smiled, but not reaching his eyes. Castiel could not see the sadness in those eyes. He didn’t realize that this was not just an ordinary story. Castiel didn’t realize this was the first time he informed Michael of his destiny with the Wolf of the Moon.
Maybe their story wouldn’t be the same. Maybe they’d live happily ever after, or maybe they wouldn’t. Maybe it would be the same. Castiel, at this age, had no way of knowing any of this.
The angel’s heart skipped a beat as those green eyes focused on him.
“Hey,” said the wolf, and the angel nodded.
The other alpha had slowly slunk back into the woods, and as night became day, the two lonely souls became friends.
Castiel smiled brightly.
“And they lived happily ever after, right Father?”
Michael shook his head.
After many months, the two finally told each other about their true feelings. They were so in love they did not realize the Shadows were threatening to kill them all.
And so, one day, the angel disappeared. The sun rose and set as it was wont to, but the angel was nowhere to be found. Every night the wolf looked for his beloved, driven mad with longing and loneliness.
He never noticed that slowly, the moon would wane as he searched. Slowly, the moon became smaller and smaller, every night looking more like someone was physically destroying it, eating the light it gave off.
When he was informed of the after-effects of his search, the wolf stood silently at the top of Half-Moon Mountain, and took in them in. As he watched the moon turn back to its original shape, he found that the loneliness was setting in once again. He wanted to see his Angel again, play with him, love him. He didn’t care if the moon would slowly wane. As long as he came back to the mountain before it disappeared for too long, it would be ok.
The wolf swore he would never stop searching, and he never has.
“The wolf loved the angel very much, didn’t he?” asked Castiel.
Michael sighed, as he got up. “Enough to die for him.”
Castiel made a sad face as he looked out at the mountain.
“Father?” he said, quietly.
Michael turned, “Yes, Castiel?”
“The wolf must be very sad and alone, up on that mountain without his Angel. When I grow up and when I can fly, I’ll find him and tell him that we can be friends! Do you think he’d want to?” asked Castiel, excitedly.
Michael nodded, watching his son with sad eyes. “I think he’d like that very much Castiel.”
Michael kissed Castiel on the top of his head, making the boy giggle. If Michael left the room with tears of sadness in his eyes, and fear for his son in his heart, Castiel would never know.