“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 look a little closer, huh? She thinks she’s living dangerously. She thinks this is some kind of awesome fantasy! She’s got no self-preservation! She’s an imbecile! Yet you’re gonna sit there and tell me you wanna kill me for knocking stupid girls like her down a few pegs?” Patch scoffed, and the situation had muddled me so badly I didn’t even think to be stung by his words. None of this made sense-he was Patch, not Bezaliel, and who was that man, what was-this couldn’t be all just an act, no, this wasn’t-
“She only believes that because you force her to. I see her mind. You have no right to do what you do to humans, Bezaliel. Humans are God’s most-”
“Don’t you bring Him into this,” Patch suddenly snarled, his voice venomous. “God-if He wants me to stop so badly, He should’ve made me stop. I refuse to obey some bastard I’ve never even met-”
“Enough.”
I heard and felt a great, thrumming beat of wings, and if I still had my voice, I would’ve screamed when suddenly Castiel was right next to us, his arm swinging wide and fast. My heart nearly stopped beating when I realized Patch was flinging me in front of him, trying to get me in the way of Castiel’s fist-no, that wasn’t his fist, the blade, he was going to stab me-!
In an eyeblink he dodged me, his motions never stopping, and Patch screamed when the knife slashed through the air and down his back. Castiel missed a killing blow, but did not miss Patch-and I squinted against the bright, blinding flash of light that burst from the long slice Castiel had carved into Patch’s flesh.
Patch stumbled and fell, and I felt the wings beat again as I collapsed. I managed to get to my knees and look up in time to see the knife coming down, glinting in the light of the streetlamps, and I heard Patch screaming, “No! Please, Cas-!” but then there was a horribly wet sound as the blade slammed home.
Castiel stood quickly, stepping back as Patch’s screams became inhuman, a great roar sounding as he arched upwards, the knife glowing white, everything was glowing white, his eyes, his hands, his mouth-
And I screamed when there was a sudden and great shockwave that burst from his body, knocking me backwards, my head colliding painfully with the pavement.
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…
“I cannot change what has happened to you. But I can set things right for you.”
I wanted to run as he walked to me, but I could only sit and stare, holding my breath as he reached for me, two of his fingers outstretched, touching my forehead-
“Nora Grey!”
I jerked awake, my elbow skittering off of my desk and sending my papers flying. I felt hot blood slam into my face as I heard the entire class start snickering, and I stumbled to my feet to try and get my scattered paper.
“Uh-yeah-yes, Mr. McConaughy?”
McConaughy was just looking wryly at me, one eyebrow arched. “So I take it you can’t answer the question?”
Somehow, my face got hotter as I stared resolutely at the notes in my hands and hurried back around to my desk. “No, I guess not. Uh-sorry. Didn’t…didn’t sleep well last night. Bad dreams.”
He rolled his eyes. “Try not to let it happen again, Miss Grey,” he ordered. “Now, for those of you who aren’t taking naps, what is the third stage of cellular mitosis?”
I sighed. No more late night snacking for me, then.
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Chose Bezaliel as Patch’s real name because apparently, he’s a disputed angel from the Book of Enoch. That was also unbeta’d and written on the fly, so sorry about the lack of quality.
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.
“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 look a little closer, huh? She thinks she’s living dangerously. She thinks this is some kind of awesome fantasy! She’s got no self-preservation! She’s an imbecile! Yet you’re gonna sit there and tell me you wanna kill me for knocking stupid girls like her down a few pegs?” Patch scoffed, and the situation had muddled me so badly I didn’t even think to be stung by his words. None of this made sense-he was Patch, not Bezaliel, and who was that man, what was-this couldn’t be all just an act, no, this wasn’t-
“She only believes that because you force her to. I see her mind. You have no right to do what you do to humans, Bezaliel. Humans are God’s most-”
“Don’t you bring Him into this,” Patch suddenly snarled, his voice venomous. “God-if He wants me to stop so badly, He should’ve made me stop. I refuse to obey some bastard I’ve never even met-”
“Enough.”
I heard and felt a great, thrumming beat of wings, and if I still had my voice, I would’ve screamed when suddenly Castiel was right next to us, his arm swinging wide and fast. My heart nearly stopped beating when I realized Patch was flinging me in front of him, trying to get me in the way of Castiel’s fist-no, that wasn’t his fist, the blade, he was going to stab me-!
In an eyeblink he dodged me, his motions never stopping, and Patch screamed when the knife slashed through the air and down his back. Castiel missed a killing blow, but did not miss Patch-and I squinted against the bright, blinding flash of light that burst from the long slice Castiel had carved into Patch’s flesh.
Patch stumbled and fell, and I felt the wings beat again as I collapsed. I managed to get to my knees and look up in time to see the knife coming down, glinting in the light of the streetlamps, and I heard Patch screaming, “No! Please, Cas-!” but then there was a horribly wet sound as the blade slammed home.
Castiel stood quickly, stepping back as Patch’s screams became inhuman, a great roar sounding as he arched upwards, the knife glowing white, everything was glowing white, his eyes, his hands, his mouth-
And I screamed when there was a sudden and great shockwave that burst from his body, knocking me backwards, my head colliding painfully with the pavement.
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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…
“I cannot change what has happened to you. But I can set things right for you.”
I wanted to run as he walked to me, but I could only sit and stare, holding my breath as he reached for me, two of his fingers outstretched, touching my forehead-
“Nora Grey!”
I jerked awake, my elbow skittering off of my desk and sending my papers flying. I felt hot blood slam into my face as I heard the entire class start snickering, and I stumbled to my feet to try and get my scattered paper.
“Uh-yeah-yes, Mr. McConaughy?”
McConaughy was just looking wryly at me, one eyebrow arched. “So I take it you can’t answer the question?”
Somehow, my face got hotter as I stared resolutely at the notes in my hands and hurried back around to my desk. “No, I guess not. Uh-sorry. Didn’t…didn’t sleep well last night. Bad dreams.”
He rolled his eyes. “Try not to let it happen again, Miss Grey,” he ordered. “Now, for those of you who aren’t taking naps, what is the third stage of cellular mitosis?”
I sighed. No more late night snacking for me, then.
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Chose Bezaliel as Patch’s real name because apparently, he’s a disputed angel from the Book of Enoch. That was also unbeta’d and written on the fly, so sorry about the lack of quality.
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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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