Supernatural Fanfic: Do Angels Dream of Winged Sheep?
Title: Do Angels Dream of Winged Sheep?
Author: poestheblackcat
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Castiel, Raphael
Warning/Spoilers: Season 4 and the beginning episodes of Season 5
Summary: Castiel when he "exploded like a water balloon of Chunky soup."
Disclaimer: Not mine. The title is a rewording of Phillip K. Dick's sci-fi novel.
Do Angels Dream of Winged Sheep?
Castiel stands beside the prophet in front of the window. He feels the archangel descending. He is coming closer. The power fills him with…fear. Castiel thinks this emotion he feels is fear.
The window blows in. Broken glass flies. Chuck yelps and scrambles to duck behind the table. Castiel stands strong. He is afraid, but he is also brave. He is a warrior. A warrior of God. He will stand and fight.
The archangel draws near. Castiel feels his vessel’s bones vibrate and shake with the power. The ground quakes. Castiel’s brother is near. He can almost see his face. It is…Raphael. Chuck’s archangel is Raphael.
The archangel is beautiful. Beautiful like Anael had been before she ripped out her grace to become just plain Anna Milton. Beautiful like Uriel had been before his impatience led him astray. Beautiful like Lucifer had been before he fell. Beautiful like all of the angels of the Lord.
“My brother,” Raphael says, with a sadness that is not real sorrow, “Brother Castiel, how is it that you have fallen so low? Do you not believe in our Father anymore?”
“Raphael,” Castiel says, aware of the human prophet behind him groaning in pain from the piercing sounds of the angels’ pure voices, “I do believe in our Father. It is Zachariah who has lost his faith. He is in the wrong.”
“No,” Raphael replies. “It is you who is wrong.” And with that, he raises his arm and Castiel feels…
He feels the pressure in his vessel’s bones escalate until the flesh and tendons and ligaments and skin can hold together no longer, and then…
And then he is flying, floating in white stillness that is too thick and too thin at the same time, and he can’t breathe, but he is an angel so he doesn’t need to breathe, and the brightness hurts his eyes, but he doesn’t have eyes, and then he closes eyes that he doesn’t have because the clean white light is too bright…
And he sleeps. He sleeps like he’s never slept before, and so it is, since he’s never had the need to, but something in him tells him to sleep and rest, and he dreams. He’s dream-walked in humans’ dreams before, but he has never dreamt. But the voice tells him to sleep and rest and dream, and so he does…
Until he wakes and he is back in Jimmy Novak’s body, and he knows that he is needed.
Author: poestheblackcat
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Castiel, Raphael
Warning/Spoilers: Season 4 and the beginning episodes of Season 5
Summary: Castiel when he "exploded like a water balloon of Chunky soup."
Disclaimer: Not mine. The title is a rewording of Phillip K. Dick's sci-fi novel.
Do Angels Dream of Winged Sheep?
Castiel stands beside the prophet in front of the window. He feels the archangel descending. He is coming closer. The power fills him with…fear. Castiel thinks this emotion he feels is fear.
The window blows in. Broken glass flies. Chuck yelps and scrambles to duck behind the table. Castiel stands strong. He is afraid, but he is also brave. He is a warrior. A warrior of God. He will stand and fight.
The archangel draws near. Castiel feels his vessel’s bones vibrate and shake with the power. The ground quakes. Castiel’s brother is near. He can almost see his face. It is…Raphael. Chuck’s archangel is Raphael.
The archangel is beautiful. Beautiful like Anael had been before she ripped out her grace to become just plain Anna Milton. Beautiful like Uriel had been before his impatience led him astray. Beautiful like Lucifer had been before he fell. Beautiful like all of the angels of the Lord.
“My brother,” Raphael says, with a sadness that is not real sorrow, “Brother Castiel, how is it that you have fallen so low? Do you not believe in our Father anymore?”
“Raphael,” Castiel says, aware of the human prophet behind him groaning in pain from the piercing sounds of the angels’ pure voices, “I do believe in our Father. It is Zachariah who has lost his faith. He is in the wrong.”
“No,” Raphael replies. “It is you who is wrong.” And with that, he raises his arm and Castiel feels…
He feels the pressure in his vessel’s bones escalate until the flesh and tendons and ligaments and skin can hold together no longer, and then…
And then he is flying, floating in white stillness that is too thick and too thin at the same time, and he can’t breathe, but he is an angel so he doesn’t need to breathe, and the brightness hurts his eyes, but he doesn’t have eyes, and then he closes eyes that he doesn’t have because the clean white light is too bright…
And he sleeps. He sleeps like he’s never slept before, and so it is, since he’s never had the need to, but something in him tells him to sleep and rest, and he dreams. He’s dream-walked in humans’ dreams before, but he has never dreamt. But the voice tells him to sleep and rest and dream, and so he does…
Until he wakes and he is back in Jimmy Novak’s body, and he knows that he is needed.