An Even Newer Testament: Banished
Title: Banished
Author: angel_kink
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~1150
Spoiler: Up to Season 6
Warning: Wing pain (in a flashback)
Summary: Where do angels go when they are banished? A sigil is used on Castiel and he’s forced away from Dean and Sam in a very dangerous situation.
A/N: This is a bonus chapter for An Even Newer Testament, which is part of the Faith Universe. You don’t necessarily have to read the story that goes around it, but it might help you understand the context a bit better. I didn’t want to make this a chapter on its own because it only briefly mentions the main story. This happens in the middle of chapter ten when Cas is banished.
The moment Castiel teleported with Sam and Dean into the abandoned house he knew something was wrong. He immediately felt the presence of Enochian magic, but only noticed the man in the hallway in time to see him slam his bloody hand on the wall. Castiel felt the agony of an activated banishing sigil course through his body and his vision went dark as he was sent cascading across the universe.
For several seconds he was incapacitated with pain that sunk to the very root of his grace, but when he opened his eyes he was greeted with the all too familiar bright white light at the edge of existence. There was no oxygen, no gravity, and no indication of which way to go to get back to Earth. There was truly nothing for lightyears in any direction.
After the initial disorientation wore off he remembered what had happened and realized he had to get back to Dean and Sam as soon as possible. The Winchesters were now alone with someone who knew powerful anti-angelic magic. As far as he was concerned, the banishment was an obvious sign that the man meant them harm.
He spread his wings out and extended his grace as far as it go hoping to detect some small sliver of gravity with his angelic senses. From there he’d be able to tell what direction held planetary bodies and he’d be able to find his way to Earth from there. The first time he’d been banished he had Uriel with him. Without the older angel’s guidance he truly feared he might not have made it back. It took them almost ten minutes to figure out which direction they needed to fly and by the time they finally returned to Earth it was too late.
The second banishment he’d been subjected to was far more difficult for him. He hesitated before stretching out wondering if he should even bother. Did he really want to go back to a place where Dean was determined to say yes to Michael? Where a man that he’d rebelled for was willing to banish him? The urge to stay adrift for all of eternity was strong, but after a few seconds he decided that he had to try to stop him, even if his faith in Dean had been tarnished. Ultimately stopping the apocalypse was more important than his hurt feelings and he couldn’t give up for such selfish reasons.
During the third banishing incident he intentionally delayed his return. He wasn’t exactly sure what carving a sigil in his chest would do to him, but when he came to his senses surrounded by the angels he’d just banished he knew he was in trouble. Instead of trying to find a way home he attempted to get as far away from them as possible, even if it meant moving deeper into nothingness. As he flew away through the void he felt his grace begin to dwindle and he recognized that his time was running out. Soon he’d need oxygen or succumb to the frigid cold temperatures. There was no way a human body could survive those conditions.
Castiel thankfully hadn’t been pursued by the other angel and he was quickly able to use his last angelic power to stretch out and find a way home. Had it taken him another 30 seconds to feel the faint pull of gravity tugging on his wings he would have died adrift in space. The instant he felt it he took off towards the planetary bodies and attempted to navigate home.With each second that passed he felt just a little bit colder and he fought the urge to breathe.
Finally he’d spotted Earth and sent himself vaguely towards North America. As he crossed through the atmosphere he felt the most extreme heat against his wings and knew they’d burn up before he had a chance to fly back to a specific location. He could have found himself pummeling towards the Earth at free fall speed as a human with no control of how he’d land. He aimed towards the Gulf of Mexico and hoped he had enough strength from his disintegrating wings to aim towards a boat. The give of the boat against the water might be enough to cushion his fall, though he wasn’t exactly sure his body would be strong enough to survive even that. He did manage to survive it, thankfully, but only barely.
By the fourth time it happened to him he knew the drill. He almost felt bad about how familiar the process had become, but he figured that returning swiftly from a banishment was a good skill to have when you got tangled in the kinds of messes he always found himself in. Now he found himself banished again and he went through the motions of navigating home. He only hoped that his aimless drifting brought him closer to where he needed to go since moving in space took up a lot of energy. He hadn’t even had time to fully evaluate the situation before he was banished. He knew the brothers were in danger, but he had no idea what kind of strength he’d need fighting beings that obviously knew anti-angelic magic.
Finally he picked up a trace of gravity and immediately shot himself towards it. He managed to navigate home a little faster each time and he soon found the galaxy that held Earth. When he spotted the tiny blue planet he instantly went back to the abandoned house. When he arrived he quickly took in his surroundings and realized Dean had a gun aimed squarely at his head. He teleported next to Dean and shoved the barrel away from him. The gun misfired a second later, but Dean was alive and relatively unharmed so Castiel considered it a success.
It took him only moments to put the rest of the assailants in the room to sleep. When there were no further threats to Sam and Dean’s safety he took a deep breath, remembering what it was like to have his lungs filled with oxygen. He didn’t need to breathe, but it was a welcomed reminder that he’d made it back home. He only hoped he was never forced away from it again.
Author: angel_kink
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~1150
Spoiler: Up to Season 6
Warning: Wing pain (in a flashback)
Summary: Where do angels go when they are banished? A sigil is used on Castiel and he’s forced away from Dean and Sam in a very dangerous situation.
A/N: This is a bonus chapter for An Even Newer Testament, which is part of the Faith Universe. You don’t necessarily have to read the story that goes around it, but it might help you understand the context a bit better. I didn’t want to make this a chapter on its own because it only briefly mentions the main story. This happens in the middle of chapter ten when Cas is banished.
The moment Castiel teleported with Sam and Dean into the abandoned house he knew something was wrong. He immediately felt the presence of Enochian magic, but only noticed the man in the hallway in time to see him slam his bloody hand on the wall. Castiel felt the agony of an activated banishing sigil course through his body and his vision went dark as he was sent cascading across the universe.
For several seconds he was incapacitated with pain that sunk to the very root of his grace, but when he opened his eyes he was greeted with the all too familiar bright white light at the edge of existence. There was no oxygen, no gravity, and no indication of which way to go to get back to Earth. There was truly nothing for lightyears in any direction.
After the initial disorientation wore off he remembered what had happened and realized he had to get back to Dean and Sam as soon as possible. The Winchesters were now alone with someone who knew powerful anti-angelic magic. As far as he was concerned, the banishment was an obvious sign that the man meant them harm.
He spread his wings out and extended his grace as far as it go hoping to detect some small sliver of gravity with his angelic senses. From there he’d be able to tell what direction held planetary bodies and he’d be able to find his way to Earth from there. The first time he’d been banished he had Uriel with him. Without the older angel’s guidance he truly feared he might not have made it back. It took them almost ten minutes to figure out which direction they needed to fly and by the time they finally returned to Earth it was too late.
The second banishment he’d been subjected to was far more difficult for him. He hesitated before stretching out wondering if he should even bother. Did he really want to go back to a place where Dean was determined to say yes to Michael? Where a man that he’d rebelled for was willing to banish him? The urge to stay adrift for all of eternity was strong, but after a few seconds he decided that he had to try to stop him, even if his faith in Dean had been tarnished. Ultimately stopping the apocalypse was more important than his hurt feelings and he couldn’t give up for such selfish reasons.
During the third banishing incident he intentionally delayed his return. He wasn’t exactly sure what carving a sigil in his chest would do to him, but when he came to his senses surrounded by the angels he’d just banished he knew he was in trouble. Instead of trying to find a way home he attempted to get as far away from them as possible, even if it meant moving deeper into nothingness. As he flew away through the void he felt his grace begin to dwindle and he recognized that his time was running out. Soon he’d need oxygen or succumb to the frigid cold temperatures. There was no way a human body could survive those conditions.
Castiel thankfully hadn’t been pursued by the other angel and he was quickly able to use his last angelic power to stretch out and find a way home. Had it taken him another 30 seconds to feel the faint pull of gravity tugging on his wings he would have died adrift in space. The instant he felt it he took off towards the planetary bodies and attempted to navigate home.With each second that passed he felt just a little bit colder and he fought the urge to breathe.
Finally he’d spotted Earth and sent himself vaguely towards North America. As he crossed through the atmosphere he felt the most extreme heat against his wings and knew they’d burn up before he had a chance to fly back to a specific location. He could have found himself pummeling towards the Earth at free fall speed as a human with no control of how he’d land. He aimed towards the Gulf of Mexico and hoped he had enough strength from his disintegrating wings to aim towards a boat. The give of the boat against the water might be enough to cushion his fall, though he wasn’t exactly sure his body would be strong enough to survive even that. He did manage to survive it, thankfully, but only barely.
By the fourth time it happened to him he knew the drill. He almost felt bad about how familiar the process had become, but he figured that returning swiftly from a banishment was a good skill to have when you got tangled in the kinds of messes he always found himself in. Now he found himself banished again and he went through the motions of navigating home. He only hoped that his aimless drifting brought him closer to where he needed to go since moving in space took up a lot of energy. He hadn’t even had time to fully evaluate the situation before he was banished. He knew the brothers were in danger, but he had no idea what kind of strength he’d need fighting beings that obviously knew anti-angelic magic.
Finally he picked up a trace of gravity and immediately shot himself towards it. He managed to navigate home a little faster each time and he soon found the galaxy that held Earth. When he spotted the tiny blue planet he instantly went back to the abandoned house. When he arrived he quickly took in his surroundings and realized Dean had a gun aimed squarely at his head. He teleported next to Dean and shoved the barrel away from him. The gun misfired a second later, but Dean was alive and relatively unharmed so Castiel considered it a success.
It took him only moments to put the rest of the assailants in the room to sleep. When there were no further threats to Sam and Dean’s safety he took a deep breath, remembering what it was like to have his lungs filled with oxygen. He didn’t need to breathe, but it was a welcomed reminder that he’d made it back home. He only hoped he was never forced away from it again.