Random Lucifer/Castiel
Good morning! I am still obsessively refreshing iTunes waiting for the latest episode to go up... so in the meantime, this is for toestastegood, who requested "Castiel/Lucifer, rubble."
The landscape was red not so long ago. The red's hardened to brown now, and it splashes up against the remains of stone columns and brick walls. Castiel drags himself across the scorched earth running from nothing, getting nowhere, expecting to find nothing.
It's over, it's all over. He is abandoned by Heaven and captured by Hell and he will never again see the souls that made him decide to fight to the end of his days for an ending that was never to be.
Behind him walks the one who holds his leash, content to see his new dog sniff out the rubble of an old, dead world. Castiel flinches when columns of freed smoke, black and dastardly, shriek their way along the remnants of green that still persist, in stubborn corners. One by one they peek at Castiel, winking like a sliver of hope, and one by one they are stomped out before his eyes. Again, like hope.
He's long since stopped crying. His human body is parched, withered. He no longer has the power to restore it. And even if he could, he doesn't know if he would. There seems no point. He's just a shadow now, a dog. There's no reason for him to save his strength, or to think, or to do anything but what his master commands.
But when Lucifer holds him -- when he strokes him like a favored pet and snakes his hands deep into the crevices of his body, sometimes to hurt and sometimes to help -- when he still whispers, "Tell me you regret it, Castiel. Tell me you wish you had joined me" --
to that Castiel still says, "Never."
The rubble of the salvage yard in South Dakota screams of familiar, wasted dreams. Lucifer takes him there, shows him what has become of it, lets him wander the fire-gutted farmhouse where once he took refuge. He finds a photo in which a fraction of a face has been spared the flames, and he stares at it for a long moment before tearing it, savagely, to pieces. Better to lose all memory of those faces than to know their fate.
Lucifer chuckles behind him. "Do you regret meeting them?" he asks.
Castiel's answer is still "No."
They wander the rubble of Detroit, where the end came. The center of the city is still a crater. Gunshots riddle what remains of the walls and windows. Tattered vinyl store awnings and the bodies of abandoned multitudes litter the streets. Castiel can barely wade through the stench. It's a slaughterhouse abandoned to time, and the bodies are decaying slowly through the blasted concrete into the earth again, taking their long, slow, smelly time.
Castiel stands at the same spot he stood back then, remembers the heat and light of the blast, remembers the ashes of his heart flying to the four winds. He remembers everything. It's standing right in front of him.
Lucifer reaches down to pet him again. His face, the face of an old friend gone so wrong, is kind, almost pitying. "Do you still look at me and see him?" he asks.
Castiel sighs. His face crumples. "Yes," he answers.
The face of Sam Winchester smiles in triumph. "And they all come tumbling down."
The landscape was red not so long ago. The red's hardened to brown now, and it splashes up against the remains of stone columns and brick walls. Castiel drags himself across the scorched earth running from nothing, getting nowhere, expecting to find nothing.
It's over, it's all over. He is abandoned by Heaven and captured by Hell and he will never again see the souls that made him decide to fight to the end of his days for an ending that was never to be.
Behind him walks the one who holds his leash, content to see his new dog sniff out the rubble of an old, dead world. Castiel flinches when columns of freed smoke, black and dastardly, shriek their way along the remnants of green that still persist, in stubborn corners. One by one they peek at Castiel, winking like a sliver of hope, and one by one they are stomped out before his eyes. Again, like hope.
He's long since stopped crying. His human body is parched, withered. He no longer has the power to restore it. And even if he could, he doesn't know if he would. There seems no point. He's just a shadow now, a dog. There's no reason for him to save his strength, or to think, or to do anything but what his master commands.
But when Lucifer holds him -- when he strokes him like a favored pet and snakes his hands deep into the crevices of his body, sometimes to hurt and sometimes to help -- when he still whispers, "Tell me you regret it, Castiel. Tell me you wish you had joined me" --
to that Castiel still says, "Never."
The rubble of the salvage yard in South Dakota screams of familiar, wasted dreams. Lucifer takes him there, shows him what has become of it, lets him wander the fire-gutted farmhouse where once he took refuge. He finds a photo in which a fraction of a face has been spared the flames, and he stares at it for a long moment before tearing it, savagely, to pieces. Better to lose all memory of those faces than to know their fate.
Lucifer chuckles behind him. "Do you regret meeting them?" he asks.
Castiel's answer is still "No."
They wander the rubble of Detroit, where the end came. The center of the city is still a crater. Gunshots riddle what remains of the walls and windows. Tattered vinyl store awnings and the bodies of abandoned multitudes litter the streets. Castiel can barely wade through the stench. It's a slaughterhouse abandoned to time, and the bodies are decaying slowly through the blasted concrete into the earth again, taking their long, slow, smelly time.
Castiel stands at the same spot he stood back then, remembers the heat and light of the blast, remembers the ashes of his heart flying to the four winds. He remembers everything. It's standing right in front of him.
Lucifer reaches down to pet him again. His face, the face of an old friend gone so wrong, is kind, almost pitying. "Do you still look at me and see him?" he asks.
Castiel sighs. His face crumples. "Yes," he answers.
The face of Sam Winchester smiles in triumph. "And they all come tumbling down."