“Cas-hey. Cas. Castiel. This is Bezaliel you’re talking to!” Patch was babbling, backing up and taking me with him.
“Patch-what are you-” I whispered, but I felt his hand on my arm suddenly twitch and my eyes widened when I realized I couldn’t talk anymore.
“Castiel, look-I’ll let her go. Okay? I’ll let her go and she can leave and won’t be harmed. I’ll even wipe her mind-she won’t remember any of this. Come on!” Patch’s tone was already desperate, even as Castiel advanced slowly and deliberately towards us.
“I found it hard to believe that you would Fall to this, brother. To preying upon young, innocent girls, spinning elaborate false scenarios with them, using the humans around you to create your state because you cannot simply make the stage yourself, like an archangel can. All for what-your own entertainment? The pleasure of mating with them in the end?” Castiel said, his tone full of disgust.
“What-you gonna tell me I’m all bad and shit because I dare mess up the lives of a few incredibly stupid teenaged girls? Why don’t you
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It was over as quickly as it happened. Shivering, I slowly managed to sit up again, blinking rapidly, trying to clear my head and knowing it was impossible, not after-not after-
Castiel was pulling the knife out of Patch’s chest. I stared, numb with disbelief, as he wiped it clean on his coat and then easily slid it back into his sleeve. When he turned, I barely noticed the blood had disappeared from his clothes.
“You killed him,” I whispered. “You-why would-”
“I do what must be done,” Castiel said simply. He looked at me and I shrank away from the gaze of the savior I couldn’t help but think was a murderer, but he wasn’t, no, my head-it hurt, and I felt
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And it is scarily accurate too, by way of Patch's massive sense of entitlement and "Well she was asking for it!". Although according to Fitzpatrick, Patch WAS an archangel before he fell, which boggles my mind.
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“Patch-what are you-” I whispered, but I felt his hand on my arm suddenly twitch and my eyes widened when I realized I couldn’t talk anymore.
“Castiel, look-I’ll let her go. Okay? I’ll let her go and she can leave and won’t be harmed. I’ll even wipe her mind-she won’t remember any of this. Come on!” Patch’s tone was already desperate, even as Castiel advanced slowly and deliberately towards us.
“I found it hard to believe that you would Fall to this, brother. To preying upon young, innocent girls, spinning elaborate false scenarios with them, using the humans around you to create your state because you cannot simply make the stage yourself, like an archangel can. All for what-your own entertainment? The pleasure of mating with them in the end?” Castiel said, his tone full of disgust.
“What-you gonna tell me I’m all bad and shit because I dare mess up the lives of a few incredibly stupid teenaged girls? Why don’t you ( ... )
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Castiel was pulling the knife out of Patch’s chest. I stared, numb with disbelief, as he wiped it clean on his coat and then easily slid it back into his sleeve. When he turned, I barely noticed the blood had disappeared from his clothes.
“You killed him,” I whispered. “You-why would-”
“I do what must be done,” Castiel said simply. He looked at me and I shrank away from the gaze of the savior I couldn’t help but think was a murderer, but he wasn’t, no, my head-it hurt, and I felt ( ... )
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And it is scarily accurate too, by way of Patch's massive sense of entitlement and "Well she was asking for it!". Although according to Fitzpatrick, Patch WAS an archangel before he fell, which boggles my mind.
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Happy, happy thoughts. Good thing I'm alone in the office or everyone would see me with this stupid grin on my face.
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Because you are totally awesome and I love you. YOU ROCK.
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