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Title: Betrayal
Author: fleeting_fancy /jabber_moose
Rating: PG
Character(s) and/or Pairing: Gabriel, Castiel
Spoilers: S5
Warnings: None
Word Count: 344
Summary: comment_fic for bladeachilles:
Supernatural, Gabriel/Castiel, Cas always hated Gabriel for leaving Heaven and abandoning his family. But then Gabriel decided to stand up.
It wasn’t that angels didn’t feel. It was what they did feel, they felt with their entire being.
They didn’t feel the range that humans did, so perhaps that was where the misconception lie.
Angels felt Love, Hope, and Faith.
Love in their Father, Hope in their Father, Faith in their Father.
Love for each other.
When the Morningstar rebelled and was cast down, Castiel mourned the loss of his brother with the rest of the Host.
When Anael ripped herself from Heaven, Castiel disapproved with the rest of the Host.
Gabriel’s exit was stealthy and quiet, a far cry from the brilliant and energetic Archangel Castiel adored.
Castiel did not mourn, or cast his gaze to the side. He did not plead to his silent Father for answers, or weep.
He set his gaze upon his Father’s creation, wings unfurled, burning with betrayal.
He wondered if God’s sudden departure was linked to Gabriel. If perhaps the Lord was just as pained by Gabriel’s leaving as Castiel was.
It was a comforting thought. Blasphemous, but part of Castiel wondered why he should care when Gabriel clearly didn’t.
~
The Winchesters were magnets for trouble from both Heaven and Hell alike.
Castiel stuck close for many reasons, most unvoiced. He held the hope that as the line of Heaven on Earth multiplied, Gabriel would be among them.
Eventually.
His hope was rewarded, and despite his all-too-human anger and betrayal at the Trickster, at Gabriel, he glimpsed a flare of brightness, of purity and righteousness, buried under the layers of a pagan god.
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Gabriel stood up to his older brother; far from the coward Dean had accused him of being.
He stood up for himself, for humanity, casting aside a millennia of lies.
For his final bow, Gabriel willed his Grace from his body. Some of it burned onto a non-descript DVD. Some flared into a weakened, damaged body on a shrimping boat in Delacroix.
He trusted that Castiel would preserve his offering for the right time.
Give ‘em hell, little bro.
Castiel’s eyes opened.