Fic: Ineluctable
Title: Ineluctable
Disclaimer: None you know are belong to us.
Warnings: non-explicit sort of het PWP; written before seeing 4x10, potential spoilers for S4 in general; written in second person
Characters: Castiel/Ruby
Rating: Um... PG?
Wordcount: ~405
Summary: Some things are bound to happen.
A/N: tj_smartz sowed the seeds for this one, in addition to the Show. Now, if only I could tackle that Misha/JDM bunny instead of instantly going *SQUEEFLAIL* at the very thought... ;)
Alas, my Muse seems to have a rather funny understanding of what to do with prompts. Where's my full-on carnal porn, dammit?!
You can see her true form, the frail flesh she wears nothing but a thin veil; she can see you just as well. The Hell stripped her soul until nothing but the stain of the Original Sin remained. Just like any other once-human demon. But...
She covers, the same sense of awe you could see in Sam's eyes in her being, too, mixed with fear.
She was once a human, you remind yourself. She hasn't seen your kind in millennia; no one's seen your kind and told the tale. No one human. You can still see a shred of the way she was, the hint of humanity that lingers, if you look close enough. An echo of the Eve's daughter she once was, a glimpse of the women's world of bellies and berries.
Perhaps she killed. Perhaps she left the Lord. Perhaps she sold her soul to a demon on a whim, for a trifle.
It's not your place to judge.
What she was doesn't matter, really. Not anymore. She's a demon, now. But...
She's mute, paralyzed, her eyes spelling out all the letters her mouth cannot form. There's defiance, taking over the dread; the desire to survive, hope surpassing the fear.
The flesh she wears will falter and fail the moment she leaves it; the vessel you inhabit will return to its life, unharmed, unscarred. They're but veils between what you are, warm coats against the coldness of the world. Just like the two of you are but gossamer between the Light and the Darkness.
You reach, watch her face you without a flinch. The light no human eyes can bear to witness digs into the darkness only a demon can possess; you wrap yourself around her, her returned embrace a surprise. But...
You feel all that she is against all that you are, after the flesh, after the Heaven, after the Hell.
In her darkness, you find the answers to your questions; in your light, she's washed free.
...it's all part of the Plan.
*HUGS*
Hopefully you'll start feeling better soon, love.
I'll start catching up to comments this weekend. Promise.