Fic: their eyes were watching god - SPN, Castiel(/Dean), PG-13
Title: their eyes were watching God
Author: nevcolleil
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Castile (implied)
Raiting: PG-13
Warning(s): a potentially offensive view of Heaven and its angels (no worse than on the show); the shameless use of the title to a spectacular novel (and the fact that there is no clever connection made in this ficlet to that story)
Summary: For this prompt at comment_fic; set during the Season 4 episode The Rapture.
“Help me, brothers. I am confused. What is this… thing that kneels before me?”
Only Raphael is visible in Castiel’s sight, beaten down as Castiel is by his brother’s punishments, but he can feel the Chorus gathered all around them. His own former garrison is watching this- This perversion of justice.
“Is it an Angel?” Raphael continues, in a voice that booms throughout Heaven. “It would appear to be. It has an Angel’s essence. It has an Angel’s wings.” As if to prove this point, he lashes out; Castiel’s right wing takes the brunt of the blow, but his left is so badly damaged that it feels the pain of the strike most acutely. A bloodied feather rises on the wind and drifts before Castiel’s eyes.
“Raphael-”
Someone speaks on Castiel’s behalf, but Castiel is too weary to identify the voice. He is only vaguely conscious of the conversation that takes place between Raphael and Castiel’s would-be defender immediately afterward.
“Yes, this is an angel. But it is also not. Angels serve God. And this creature serves man. I remember when you served God, Castiel.”
It is foolish. Castiel knows this. But perhaps his brethren are right about one thing - perhaps he’s spent a bit too much time around Dean.
He says, “I remember when you served Him as well.”
Raphael lashes out again, in fury.
Castiel can hardly hold back his cries. But he does. He is glad for the time he spent with his friend. He is proud not to give Raphael - the “bastard”, as Dean would say - the pleasure of a scream.
Raphael continues: “He is an angel. But he does not serve God. How can this be? Did the angel fall? No… No, his Grace is intact. He is a monster. Neither servant nor outcast, neither angel nor man. When was this monster born? When did our brother, Castiel, cease to be? Was it when he met his human? Hmm? Was it when he met Dean Winchester?”
Castiel can hold his tongue as he is beaten, but he cannot bite back his words on this. He must speak his piece… even if these are the last words his brothers will ever hear from him.
“I am no monster. My relationship to Dean Winchester is not monstrous,” Castiel says firmly.
Raphael makes a sound, an angel’s version of a “chuckle”. Castiel realizes he has grown used to this - relating everything into terms that Dean can understand. He doesn’t want to lose his habit. He likes having a reason to look at things through new eyes; someone to share something, anything (everything) he has seen, anew, with.
“It was not yours to form… “relationships” with the humans, Castiel. It was yours to watch, and guide, and utilize as commanded.”
Castiel is not incapable of feeling fury himself. He rages, futily, against the will holding him at Raphael’s feet. When he submits again, he says, “Humans are not tools to be “utilized”, Raphael. God did not intend for them to be.”
“God did not intend for Angels to be tools to the humans. You call yourself Dean Winchester’s “friend”… But are you, really? You are his instrument. His weapon. His shield. And he sees you as such.”
“No.”
“He is a human. They are incapable of seeing past the physical. And your physical form is not even your own. It is a thing of some use to you - and so you are to Dean, a thing of great use.”
Castiel grits his teeth. “No.”
Raphael “laughs” again. “And the saddest thing of all, brothers,” he says, addressing the Chorus before turning back to Castiel. “Is that Brother Castiel believes that he does this out of love.”
Castiel closes his sight. He cannot respond to Raphael’s claim. He does love Dean. This, in itself, is no failing on his part; God meant for his angels to love man, the greatest of His creations.
But Castiel’s love of Dean…
It is. Different. Castiel is not ignorant of this.
“Well, brother,” Raphael says. “Since you love the human so much… we will make you as he is: free to love who - or what - you choose…”
The last thought that Castiel thinks - the last thought that will be his own for some time - before Raphael truly begins “educating” him… is that this cannot possibly be good.
He knows he is right when Raphael adds, “And free to suffer for the insolence of your choice.”
Eventually Castiel screams.
[end.]
Author: nevcolleil
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Castile (implied)
Raiting: PG-13
Warning(s): a potentially offensive view of Heaven and its angels (no worse than on the show); the shameless use of the title to a spectacular novel (and the fact that there is no clever connection made in this ficlet to that story)
Summary: For this prompt at comment_fic; set during the Season 4 episode The Rapture.
“Help me, brothers. I am confused. What is this… thing that kneels before me?”
Only Raphael is visible in Castiel’s sight, beaten down as Castiel is by his brother’s punishments, but he can feel the Chorus gathered all around them. His own former garrison is watching this- This perversion of justice.
“Is it an Angel?” Raphael continues, in a voice that booms throughout Heaven. “It would appear to be. It has an Angel’s essence. It has an Angel’s wings.” As if to prove this point, he lashes out; Castiel’s right wing takes the brunt of the blow, but his left is so badly damaged that it feels the pain of the strike most acutely. A bloodied feather rises on the wind and drifts before Castiel’s eyes.
“Raphael-”
Someone speaks on Castiel’s behalf, but Castiel is too weary to identify the voice. He is only vaguely conscious of the conversation that takes place between Raphael and Castiel’s would-be defender immediately afterward.
“Yes, this is an angel. But it is also not. Angels serve God. And this creature serves man. I remember when you served God, Castiel.”
It is foolish. Castiel knows this. But perhaps his brethren are right about one thing - perhaps he’s spent a bit too much time around Dean.
He says, “I remember when you served Him as well.”
Raphael lashes out again, in fury.
Castiel can hardly hold back his cries. But he does. He is glad for the time he spent with his friend. He is proud not to give Raphael - the “bastard”, as Dean would say - the pleasure of a scream.
Raphael continues: “He is an angel. But he does not serve God. How can this be? Did the angel fall? No… No, his Grace is intact. He is a monster. Neither servant nor outcast, neither angel nor man. When was this monster born? When did our brother, Castiel, cease to be? Was it when he met his human? Hmm? Was it when he met Dean Winchester?”
Castiel can hold his tongue as he is beaten, but he cannot bite back his words on this. He must speak his piece… even if these are the last words his brothers will ever hear from him.
“I am no monster. My relationship to Dean Winchester is not monstrous,” Castiel says firmly.
Raphael makes a sound, an angel’s version of a “chuckle”. Castiel realizes he has grown used to this - relating everything into terms that Dean can understand. He doesn’t want to lose his habit. He likes having a reason to look at things through new eyes; someone to share something, anything (everything) he has seen, anew, with.
“It was not yours to form… “relationships” with the humans, Castiel. It was yours to watch, and guide, and utilize as commanded.”
Castiel is not incapable of feeling fury himself. He rages, futily, against the will holding him at Raphael’s feet. When he submits again, he says, “Humans are not tools to be “utilized”, Raphael. God did not intend for them to be.”
“God did not intend for Angels to be tools to the humans. You call yourself Dean Winchester’s “friend”… But are you, really? You are his instrument. His weapon. His shield. And he sees you as such.”
“No.”
“He is a human. They are incapable of seeing past the physical. And your physical form is not even your own. It is a thing of some use to you - and so you are to Dean, a thing of great use.”
Castiel grits his teeth. “No.”
Raphael “laughs” again. “And the saddest thing of all, brothers,” he says, addressing the Chorus before turning back to Castiel. “Is that Brother Castiel believes that he does this out of love.”
Castiel closes his sight. He cannot respond to Raphael’s claim. He does love Dean. This, in itself, is no failing on his part; God meant for his angels to love man, the greatest of His creations.
But Castiel’s love of Dean…
It is. Different. Castiel is not ignorant of this.
“Well, brother,” Raphael says. “Since you love the human so much… we will make you as he is: free to love who - or what - you choose…”
The last thought that Castiel thinks - the last thought that will be his own for some time - before Raphael truly begins “educating” him… is that this cannot possibly be good.
He knows he is right when Raphael adds, “And free to suffer for the insolence of your choice.”
Eventually Castiel screams.
[end.]