I really thought I was done...
Apparently I've created another 'verse instead!
Here is a snippet of the sequel to More
Castiel lets go of Dean and takes a step back.
As Sam stares at Castiel, the right side of the angel's face begins to split open - a fine line of red trickling down his cheek.
"Sam, stop!" Dean says, reaching for Sam's wrist. He immediately pulls his hand back, shaking it out. Touching Sam feels like touching a live wire.
Sam reaches out one long finger and wipes the blood from Castiel's cheek.
Castiel swallows, nervously.
"The word you're looking for is 'thanks,' Cas." Sam says. He cleans his bloody finger with his mouth, his eyes closing for a moment in contentment.
"Thanks..."Castiel repeats. "You killed three of my brethren, and you want me to thank you?"
Sam narrows his eyes, "I took out your oppositions's leader. You should be grateful. I just helped you win your war."
"This war cannot be won so easily, Sam. Raphael's followers will not simply stop because they've lost their general. I need the weapons." Castiel glances at Dean quickly and then looks back to Sam, "Please, Sam."
Sam nods, "Ok. You can pick any two."
"Two..." Castiel says in confusion. "There are over a thousand weapons in Heaven's arsenal."
Sam nods, "Mmhm. And you get two. One for Lucifer and one for Raphael."
Dean raises his eyebrows, and Castiel looks dumbfounded.
"What about Michael?" Castiel asks bitterly.
"Raphael killed Michael. He doesn't count." Sam leans forward and whispers into Castiel's ear, "I'll give you one weapon for every angel you bring me."
Castiel looks at Sam in disgust, "I'm not going to bring you any of my soldiers!"
Sam laughs, "I don't care if they're yours, or Raphael's, or Balthazar's drinking buddies, but you will bring them to me." Sam turns his back on Castiel, and heads for his throne, "Or you won't, and your weapons will stay right here."
"Sam!" Castiel yells, "Why? Why do you want - angels?"
Sam stops, halfway up the steps, and says, "Because I broke my aquarium and I need new fish".
Castiel moves towards Sam and the ground begins to tremble.
Sam takes his place on the throne and looks down at them"Choose your weapons, Cas, or I'll choose them for you. You have five minutes left." His eyes glow brighter than ever, and Castiel's eyes begin to bleed.
"Two weapons...that's a pretty good deal, Cas." Dean says, putting his hand on Castiel's shoulder in an attempt to turn him away from Sam's gaze. "Why don't you let me talk to Sam for a bit, and think about it, okay?"
Here is a snippet of the sequel to More
Castiel lets go of Dean and takes a step back.
As Sam stares at Castiel, the right side of the angel's face begins to split open - a fine line of red trickling down his cheek.
"Sam, stop!" Dean says, reaching for Sam's wrist. He immediately pulls his hand back, shaking it out. Touching Sam feels like touching a live wire.
Sam reaches out one long finger and wipes the blood from Castiel's cheek.
Castiel swallows, nervously.
"The word you're looking for is 'thanks,' Cas." Sam says. He cleans his bloody finger with his mouth, his eyes closing for a moment in contentment.
"Thanks..."Castiel repeats. "You killed three of my brethren, and you want me to thank you?"
Sam narrows his eyes, "I took out your oppositions's leader. You should be grateful. I just helped you win your war."
"This war cannot be won so easily, Sam. Raphael's followers will not simply stop because they've lost their general. I need the weapons." Castiel glances at Dean quickly and then looks back to Sam, "Please, Sam."
Sam nods, "Ok. You can pick any two."
"Two..." Castiel says in confusion. "There are over a thousand weapons in Heaven's arsenal."
Sam nods, "Mmhm. And you get two. One for Lucifer and one for Raphael."
Dean raises his eyebrows, and Castiel looks dumbfounded.
"What about Michael?" Castiel asks bitterly.
"Raphael killed Michael. He doesn't count." Sam leans forward and whispers into Castiel's ear, "I'll give you one weapon for every angel you bring me."
Castiel looks at Sam in disgust, "I'm not going to bring you any of my soldiers!"
Sam laughs, "I don't care if they're yours, or Raphael's, or Balthazar's drinking buddies, but you will bring them to me." Sam turns his back on Castiel, and heads for his throne, "Or you won't, and your weapons will stay right here."
"Sam!" Castiel yells, "Why? Why do you want - angels?"
Sam stops, halfway up the steps, and says, "Because I broke my aquarium and I need new fish".
Castiel moves towards Sam and the ground begins to tremble.
Sam takes his place on the throne and looks down at them"Choose your weapons, Cas, or I'll choose them for you. You have five minutes left." His eyes glow brighter than ever, and Castiel's eyes begin to bleed.
"Two weapons...that's a pretty good deal, Cas." Dean says, putting his hand on Castiel's shoulder in an attempt to turn him away from Sam's gaze. "Why don't you let me talk to Sam for a bit, and think about it, okay?"