Apotheosis (Gen, R)
First chapter of the sequel to More
Word count: 816
Characters: Sam, Dean, Castiel
Summary: this picks up immediately after the end of Part 7 in the More sequence, Theosis
Castiel lets go of Dean and backs away from Sam.
As Sam stares at Castiel, the right side of the angel's face begins to split open - a fine line of red trickling down his cheek.
"Sam, stop!" Dean says, reaching for Sam's wrist. He immediately pulls his hand back, shaking it out. Touching Sam feels like touching a live wire.
Sam reaches out one long finger and wipes the blood from Castiel's cheek.
Castiel swallows, nervously.
"The word you're looking for is 'thanks,' Cas." Sam says. He sucks the blood off his finger, his eyes closing for a moment in contentment.
"Thanks..." Castiel repeats. "You killed three of my brethren, and you want me to thank you?"
Sam narrows his eyes, "I took out your opposition's leader. You should be grateful. I just helped you win your war."
"This war cannot be won so easily, Sam. Raphael's followers will not simply stop because they've lost their general. I need the weapons." Castiel glances at Dean quickly and then looks back to Sam, "Please, Sam."
Sam nods, "Ok. You can pick any two."
"Two..." Castiel says in confusion. "There are over a thousand weapons in Heaven's arsenal."
Sam nods, "Mmhm. And you get two. One for Lucifer and one for Raphael."
Dean raises his eyebrows, and Castiel looks dumbfounded.
"What about Michael?" Castiel asks bitterly.
"I didn't get to kill Michael. Raphael killed Michael. That doesn't count." Sam leans forward and whispers into Castiel's ear, "I'll give you one weapon for every angel you bring me."
Castiel looks at Sam in disgust, "I'm not going to bring you any of my soldiers!"
Sam laughs, "I don't care if they're yours, or Raphael's, or Balthazar's drinking buddies, but you will bring them to me." Sam turns his back on Castiel, and heads for his throne, "Or you won't, and your weapons will stay right here."
"Sam!" Castiel yells, "Why? Why do you want - angels?"
Sam stops, halfway up the steps, and says, "Because I broke my aquarium and I need new fish".
Castiel moves towards Sam and the ground begins to tremble.
Sam takes his place on the throne and looks down at them "Choose your weapons, Cas, or I'll choose them for you. You have five minutes left." Sam's eyes glow brighter than ever. Castiel's eyes begin to bleed.
"Two weapons...that's a pretty good deal, Cas." Dean says, putting his hand on Castiel's shoulder in an attempt to turn him away from Sam's gaze. "Why don't you let me talk to Sam for a bit, and think about it, okay?"
Dean turns Castiel away from Sam and leaves him facing the wall.
Dean walks towards Sam's throne. "Sam. You're not gonna make me climb up all those steps, are you?"
Sam looks down to Dean and answers without speaking, No.
"Okay then..." Dean says after it becomes clear Sam has no intention of leaving his seat, "Why won't you just - give Cas the weapons back? It's not like you need more firepower. So why keep them from him? He says he needs those weapons to stop the war."
You're the only one that matters.
Dean snorts, "Well that's real sweet of you Sam, but-"
You're the only weapon that matters.
"Excuse me?"
Sam smirks, You can be to Heaven what I am to Hell.
Dean gapes.
Castiel is going to do everything he can to make sure that happens. Sam's eyes flare as he looks down at the angel and speaks, "Three minutes left."
Castiel flinches at the words, but stays focused on the wall.
"Wait, I don't get it...Michael's dead! I'm a vessel for a dead angel! You gave me his grace or whatever, but I can't even fight off Cas!" Dean says.
Where do you think angels get their power from, Dean?
"I have decided." Castiel announces, walking to the foot of the throne.
"Let's hear it then." says Sam, in an amused tone.
"The flaming sword of Eden and Samson's jawbone." Castiel says.
Sam gestures, and a burning broadsword and an unassuming, but large piece of curved bone appear at Castiel's feet.
Dean steps closer to Castiel and asks, "Why do you want some dude's jawbone?"
"It isn't Samson's jawbone, it's a donkey's - Samson used it to slay a thousand men." Castiel explains as he kneels down to inspect the weapons.
"Oh." Dean coughs, "Listen, Cas, at some point we really have to talk about your battle strategies."
Castiel brightens at this, "Then...you'll come with me? I would welcome your advice. We will return to Heaven and we can -"
Dean puts up his hand, "No. I'm not going back up there. You want to talk to me - we can meet somewhere in the middle, okay? Above where we are now, and below where you're from."
Castiel pleads, "Dean, please. You could help us - "
"Time's up." Sam says, rising, and Castiel disappears.
Next Chapter
Word count: 816
Characters: Sam, Dean, Castiel
Summary: this picks up immediately after the end of Part 7 in the More sequence, Theosis
Castiel lets go of Dean and backs away from Sam.
As Sam stares at Castiel, the right side of the angel's face begins to split open - a fine line of red trickling down his cheek.
"Sam, stop!" Dean says, reaching for Sam's wrist. He immediately pulls his hand back, shaking it out. Touching Sam feels like touching a live wire.
Sam reaches out one long finger and wipes the blood from Castiel's cheek.
Castiel swallows, nervously.
"The word you're looking for is 'thanks,' Cas." Sam says. He sucks the blood off his finger, his eyes closing for a moment in contentment.
"Thanks..." Castiel repeats. "You killed three of my brethren, and you want me to thank you?"
Sam narrows his eyes, "I took out your opposition's leader. You should be grateful. I just helped you win your war."
"This war cannot be won so easily, Sam. Raphael's followers will not simply stop because they've lost their general. I need the weapons." Castiel glances at Dean quickly and then looks back to Sam, "Please, Sam."
Sam nods, "Ok. You can pick any two."
"Two..." Castiel says in confusion. "There are over a thousand weapons in Heaven's arsenal."
Sam nods, "Mmhm. And you get two. One for Lucifer and one for Raphael."
Dean raises his eyebrows, and Castiel looks dumbfounded.
"What about Michael?" Castiel asks bitterly.
"I didn't get to kill Michael. Raphael killed Michael. That doesn't count." Sam leans forward and whispers into Castiel's ear, "I'll give you one weapon for every angel you bring me."
Castiel looks at Sam in disgust, "I'm not going to bring you any of my soldiers!"
Sam laughs, "I don't care if they're yours, or Raphael's, or Balthazar's drinking buddies, but you will bring them to me." Sam turns his back on Castiel, and heads for his throne, "Or you won't, and your weapons will stay right here."
"Sam!" Castiel yells, "Why? Why do you want - angels?"
Sam stops, halfway up the steps, and says, "Because I broke my aquarium and I need new fish".
Castiel moves towards Sam and the ground begins to tremble.
Sam takes his place on the throne and looks down at them "Choose your weapons, Cas, or I'll choose them for you. You have five minutes left." Sam's eyes glow brighter than ever. Castiel's eyes begin to bleed.
"Two weapons...that's a pretty good deal, Cas." Dean says, putting his hand on Castiel's shoulder in an attempt to turn him away from Sam's gaze. "Why don't you let me talk to Sam for a bit, and think about it, okay?"
Dean turns Castiel away from Sam and leaves him facing the wall.
Dean walks towards Sam's throne. "Sam. You're not gonna make me climb up all those steps, are you?"
Sam looks down to Dean and answers without speaking, No.
"Okay then..." Dean says after it becomes clear Sam has no intention of leaving his seat, "Why won't you just - give Cas the weapons back? It's not like you need more firepower. So why keep them from him? He says he needs those weapons to stop the war."
You're the only one that matters.
Dean snorts, "Well that's real sweet of you Sam, but-"
You're the only weapon that matters.
"Excuse me?"
Sam smirks, You can be to Heaven what I am to Hell.
Dean gapes.
Castiel is going to do everything he can to make sure that happens. Sam's eyes flare as he looks down at the angel and speaks, "Three minutes left."
Castiel flinches at the words, but stays focused on the wall.
"Wait, I don't get it...Michael's dead! I'm a vessel for a dead angel! You gave me his grace or whatever, but I can't even fight off Cas!" Dean says.
Where do you think angels get their power from, Dean?
"I have decided." Castiel announces, walking to the foot of the throne.
"Let's hear it then." says Sam, in an amused tone.
"The flaming sword of Eden and Samson's jawbone." Castiel says.
Sam gestures, and a burning broadsword and an unassuming, but large piece of curved bone appear at Castiel's feet.
Dean steps closer to Castiel and asks, "Why do you want some dude's jawbone?"
"It isn't Samson's jawbone, it's a donkey's - Samson used it to slay a thousand men." Castiel explains as he kneels down to inspect the weapons.
"Oh." Dean coughs, "Listen, Cas, at some point we really have to talk about your battle strategies."
Castiel brightens at this, "Then...you'll come with me? I would welcome your advice. We will return to Heaven and we can -"
Dean puts up his hand, "No. I'm not going back up there. You want to talk to me - we can meet somewhere in the middle, okay? Above where we are now, and below where you're from."
Castiel pleads, "Dean, please. You could help us - "
"Time's up." Sam says, rising, and Castiel disappears.
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