"I think something's happened. With...the Lake. The demons there. I think.... I don't think it's there anymore."
"What'd you mean? They...like...ascended or something?" Dean asked, and Sam shook his head.
"No. I felt...fear. Anger. And then...nothing. Nothing at all." Sam turned back to the window, frowning - putting his hand back to the screen and Dean finally gave in and reached up. Ran his fingers up the nape of Sam's neck and then let his hand rest there, lightly rubbing.
"You think it was...Lucifer? Some other demons?"
"I think it was the angels, Dean," Sam said, and Dean sighed, slumped for a moment, looking utterly exhausted.
"I think you're probably right," he said softly. The rain began to fall harder, then - silvery sheets that threw up a mist across the ground, that muffled any sound, any light, and spattered them both through the screen, cold droplets against warm skin. After a few more moments, Dean tugged gently and they both moved away from the window. Back to the bed, and warmth, and forgetfulness, maybe. Comfort, of a certainty. Peace...someday.
It had to be, Kemeul said.
Now it is finished, Seraphiel said.
Now we rest, Metatron said, and the Seraphim brightened - thinned - vanishing into the starry sky. From his place above, Castiel watched the energies of the Lake boil into nothingness, and the residue of the demons ravel away, essences shredding into the ether in a matter of moments. And he could feel a weary resignation from Dean, sorrow and affection and desire. And then nothing, because the wars were truly over, and Castiel was no one's angel now. No one's at all.
ZOMGWTFBBQ?!!!!
Dude, you have me feeling sorry for Castiel--and wondering if he new what would happen to the Lake. And the angels? Fucking liars. Total assholes. And Ruby? Did she get away? Dude, a follow-up, where Ruby vows to go jihad on the angels would be awesome.
Those assholes!
Dude, I loved what you did with the original. This was darker, and complete in that darkness. Right out of the ballpark and into the stands--into the parking lot.
I just want you to make it alright, now--but not in a sappy way. In that awesome tabaqui way. Don't make me use the puppy eyes again.
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"I think something's happened. With...the Lake. The demons there. I think.... I don't think it's there anymore."
"What'd you mean? They...like...ascended or something?" Dean asked, and Sam shook his head.
"No. I felt...fear. Anger. And then...nothing. Nothing at all." Sam turned back to the window, frowning - putting his hand back to the screen and Dean finally gave in and reached up. Ran his fingers up the nape of Sam's neck and then let his hand rest there, lightly rubbing.
"You think it was...Lucifer? Some other demons?"
"I think it was the angels, Dean," Sam said, and Dean sighed, slumped for a moment, looking utterly exhausted.
"I think you're probably right," he said softly. The rain began to fall harder, then - silvery sheets that threw up a mist across the ground, that muffled any sound, any light, and spattered them both through the screen, cold droplets against warm skin. After a few more moments, Dean tugged gently and they both moved away from the window. Back to the bed, and warmth, and forgetfulness, maybe. Comfort, of a certainty. Peace...someday.
It had to be, Kemeul said.
Now it is finished, Seraphiel said.
Now we rest, Metatron said, and the Seraphim brightened - thinned - vanishing into the starry sky. From his place above, Castiel watched the energies of the Lake boil into nothingness, and the residue of the demons ravel away, essences shredding into the ether in a matter of moments. And he could feel a weary resignation from Dean, sorrow and affection and desire. And then nothing, because the wars were truly over, and Castiel was no one's angel now. No one's at all.
ZOMGWTFBBQ?!!!!
Dude, you have me feeling sorry for Castiel--and wondering if he new what would happen to the Lake. And the angels? Fucking liars. Total assholes. And Ruby? Did she get away? Dude, a follow-up, where Ruby vows to go jihad on the angels would be awesome.
Those assholes!
Dude, I loved what you did with the original. This was darker, and complete in that darkness. Right out of the ballpark and into the stands--into the parking lot.
I just want you to make it alright, now--but not in a sappy way. In that awesome tabaqui way. Don't make me use the puppy eyes again.
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Dude. Ruby is so gonzo.
I shall PM you.
:)
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