Turn off the red light, everyone knows you cried last night
Because I love Supernatural, I have theories. Since telling theories are dumb (apparently), I have decided, instead, to express my thoughts in fanfic form. Problem with an active fandom, though, means that I will probably be proven wrong. Like, in two and a half hours.
Who are you, Dean Winchester?
Supernatural
Spoilers for up to before tonight's episode!
Warnings:.... sacre bleu, none!
"We have a problem."
Dean yelped, jumped slightly, and swung around to face the angel, who stood by the bookshelf, frowning anxiously. He looked ridiculous, standing there in Bobby's panic room, looking morose.
"How the hell did you get in here?" Dean demanded, trying to slow his panicked heart.
Castiel looked up, still sombre, toeing at the Solomon's Seal. "This has no effect on me, Dean."
"Right." He scowled, crossing his arms. "So what's the problem?"
He looked away, frowning. "Who are you?"
"Are you kidding? No more fucking riddles, okay!? I'm sick of your stupid little half-truths! Just say what you mean, and finish it!"
Castiel turned back to look at him again, mouth strongly down-turned. "You stopped him."
"Yeah, I fucking stopped him!" Dean threw up his hands in frustration. "He was using those fucking powers! You pracitcally said you'd have killed him if I didn't stop him!"
"I would've."
"See? Exactly." He scowled at him.
"You survived a mortal wound."
"No..." Dean said, slowly, almost patronizingly. "I didn't. You hauled me out of hell, which makes me alive, despite my mortal wound."
Castiel considered him, morosely.
"What?!"
"Do you read, Dean?" he asked, frowning.
The young man rolled his eyes. "Ha ha. You're as bad as Sam."
Moving deceptively quickly, considering he looked like a tax accountant, Castiel darted across the room, and slammed a book on the desk in front of Dean. "Read."
"Where? There's a lot on these pages," he joked, weakly.
Castiel pointed again, and Dean sighed heavily before reading the passage just above the angel's finger.
And I stood upon the sand of the sea, and saw a beast rise up out of the sea, having seven heads and ten horns, and upon his horns ten crowns, and upon his heads the name of blasphemy. And the beast which I saw was like unto a leopard, and his feet were as the feet of a bear, and his mouth as the mouth of a lion: and the dragon gave him his power, and his seat, and great authority. And I saw one of his heads as it were wounded to death; and his deadly wound was healed: and all the world wondered after the beast. And they worshipped the dragon which gave power unto the beast: and they worshipped the beast, saying, Who is like unto the beast? who is able to make war with him? And there was given unto him a mouth speaking great things and blasphemies; and power was given unto him to continue forty and two months.
Dean hesitated. "Heh." he snorted. "So I'm, what? Heralding the coming of the antichrist?"
The angel just regarded him evenly.
"Woah, no, seriously?!"
"Who are you, Dean Winchester?"
"Hold on, no! You said God had a job for me, that's why I'm back!"
"He does." Castiel said cooly. "The Revelation was written a long time ago, Dean. God needs all the parts to come together."
"But... Sam...!"
Castiel touched finger to the page again.
Dean read aloud, slowly. "And I beheld another beast coming up out of the earth; and he had two horns like a lamb, and he spake as a dragon. And he exerciseth all the power of the first beast before him, and causeth the earth and them which dwell therein to worship the first beast, whose deadly wound was healed. And he doeth great wonders, so that he maketh fire come down from heaven on the earth in the sight of men, And deceiveth them that dwell on the earth by the means of those miracles which he had power to do in the sight of the beast; saying to them that dwell on the earth, that they should make an image to the beast, which had the wound by a sword, and did live.... no."
"Keep reading, Dean."
"No!"
"Another creature comes after the beast with the wound, Dean. The right hand himself."
"Sam would not bring in the antichrist!"
"Dean."
"No!"
"Dean. He doesn't have to." Castiel bent over, hissing in his ear, disappearing as he did, words ringing in his ear, uselessly, echoing.
"You already have."
Who are you, Dean Winchester?
Supernatural
Spoilers for up to before tonight's episode!
Warnings:.... sacre bleu, none!
"We have a problem."
Dean yelped, jumped slightly, and swung around to face the angel, who stood by the bookshelf, frowning anxiously. He looked ridiculous, standing there in Bobby's panic room, looking morose.
"How the hell did you get in here?" Dean demanded, trying to slow his panicked heart.
Castiel looked up, still sombre, toeing at the Solomon's Seal. "This has no effect on me, Dean."
"Right." He scowled, crossing his arms. "So what's the problem?"
He looked away, frowning. "Who are you?"
"Are you kidding? No more fucking riddles, okay!? I'm sick of your stupid little half-truths! Just say what you mean, and finish it!"
Castiel turned back to look at him again, mouth strongly down-turned. "You stopped him."
"Yeah, I fucking stopped him!" Dean threw up his hands in frustration. "He was using those fucking powers! You pracitcally said you'd have killed him if I didn't stop him!"
"I would've."
"See? Exactly." He scowled at him.
"You survived a mortal wound."
"No..." Dean said, slowly, almost patronizingly. "I didn't. You hauled me out of hell, which makes me alive, despite my mortal wound."
Castiel considered him, morosely.
"What?!"
"Do you read, Dean?" he asked, frowning.
The young man rolled his eyes. "Ha ha. You're as bad as Sam."
Moving deceptively quickly, considering he looked like a tax accountant, Castiel darted across the room, and slammed a book on the desk in front of Dean. "Read."
"Where? There's a lot on these pages," he joked, weakly.
Castiel pointed again, and Dean sighed heavily before reading the passage just above the angel's finger.
And I stood upon the sand of the sea, and saw a beast rise up out of the sea, having seven heads and ten horns, and upon his horns ten crowns, and upon his heads the name of blasphemy. And the beast which I saw was like unto a leopard, and his feet were as the feet of a bear, and his mouth as the mouth of a lion: and the dragon gave him his power, and his seat, and great authority. And I saw one of his heads as it were wounded to death; and his deadly wound was healed: and all the world wondered after the beast. And they worshipped the dragon which gave power unto the beast: and they worshipped the beast, saying, Who is like unto the beast? who is able to make war with him? And there was given unto him a mouth speaking great things and blasphemies; and power was given unto him to continue forty and two months.
Dean hesitated. "Heh." he snorted. "So I'm, what? Heralding the coming of the antichrist?"
The angel just regarded him evenly.
"Woah, no, seriously?!"
"Who are you, Dean Winchester?"
"Hold on, no! You said God had a job for me, that's why I'm back!"
"He does." Castiel said cooly. "The Revelation was written a long time ago, Dean. God needs all the parts to come together."
"But... Sam...!"
Castiel touched finger to the page again.
Dean read aloud, slowly. "And I beheld another beast coming up out of the earth; and he had two horns like a lamb, and he spake as a dragon. And he exerciseth all the power of the first beast before him, and causeth the earth and them which dwell therein to worship the first beast, whose deadly wound was healed. And he doeth great wonders, so that he maketh fire come down from heaven on the earth in the sight of men, And deceiveth them that dwell on the earth by the means of those miracles which he had power to do in the sight of the beast; saying to them that dwell on the earth, that they should make an image to the beast, which had the wound by a sword, and did live.... no."
"Keep reading, Dean."
"No!"
"Another creature comes after the beast with the wound, Dean. The right hand himself."
"Sam would not bring in the antichrist!"
"Dean."
"No!"
"Dean. He doesn't have to." Castiel bent over, hissing in his ear, disappearing as he did, words ringing in his ear, uselessly, echoing.
"You already have."