Knocking on Heaven's Door

[castfromhome]

He had to thank Crowley. And Naomi, really. The Revelation of the Word had smoothed over the cracks in Castiel's grace and in his mind, giving him no real purchase, no place to dig in and simply sit on his brother's metaphorical shoulder

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[nerdofthelord]

In the midst of laying Samandriel's motionless vessel out and tenderly composing his limbs, Castiel froze, straightening and casting wildly around for a moment before his eyes fell on Lucifer's figure. "You--you can't be here." Still grief-stricken and more than a little confused after everything that had just happened, he couldn't muster very much conviction. Why shouldn't Lucifer be free and wandering around Heaven? Nothing else seemed to be right anymore...

[nerdofthelord]

Castiel could have disputed Lucifer on several of those points, but they weren't particularly relevant at the moment. "And they're still operating in his absence?" That was bad. Very, very bad. Michael had certainly had his flaws, but the notion of a secret society operating without accountability to anyone, and with the power to co-opt anyone for its own purposes, was no less frightening in a Heavenly context than on Earth. "If they've been there all along, though, then when I took control of the place, why didn't they..."

He stopped cold as the deeply disquieting thought crossed his mind that maybe they had. He never had found out just how Rachel found out about his alliance with Crowley or his plans for Purgatory, or why she'd been so quick to condemn and try to strike him down. And who knew what other angels might have been compromised, or to what ends, without his knowledge, at any time within his memory. Balthazar? Anna? Himself, even, at other times in the past

[castfromhome]

"I'm hardly keyed into Heaven's radio anymore, Castiel," he chided. "But it's certainly possible that even without Michael, the machine he set in motion is still rolling along, chewing up chunks of the City as it goes."

An advantage of residing somewhere inside Castiel's damaged mind? He could follow those trains of thought as he made startling connections. It stood to reason that they moved the moment Castiel attempted to swallow the whole of Purgatory to take on Raphael. Perhaps they'd even pushed him into it, used him as their weapon to stop his brother.

Maybe. Maybe. He hated not knowing for certain.

"We'll never know until we get our hands on her, brother." Dread might be settling over Castiel, but Lucifer is far more interested in taking Naomi apart at the moment.

"You have a way of fighting her." He wiggled his eyebrows. "Me. How do you think you've remembered this much?"