A/N: /nudges this out into the open/ This is my first time posting on here, so hope you enjoy. :-)
Warnings: None. Little bit of blood, but not graphic. (Sorry!) Gen.
Title is from Proverbs 25:28: "A man without self-control is like a city broken into and left without walls."
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When Castiel opens his eyes, Naomi is there. He closes his eyes and opens them, finds himself in an abandoned parking lot, but he still hears her voice.
“You must kill him, Castiel. He is a traitor to the cause, a rebel and an abomination-” “Cas
( ... )
The first day is blood and confusion. Sam speaks a lot until Naomi silences him with Castiel’s fingers. All any of them know is the blade Castiel holds in hands that are not entirely his own.
The second day, Sam does not speak much, whether from lack of things to say or the wound snaking through and over his lips. The quiet is irrelevant. Cas can read the question in Sam’s eyes as clear as though he’d said it aloud. Why, Castiel?
Cas screams against Naomi, clawing at the walls she’s put up inside him, finds a foothold, and he can feel his eyes widen, his own eyes, even as Sam screams louder.
He does not remember much of the next few minutes, but when he comes to he’s immediately made aware of a furious pain in his temples, but a blessed pain for the fact that he can feel it, can reach up his hands and rub there to relieve the pain slightly. As his fingers trail his forehead his eyes open wide and he whips around
( ... )
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A/N: /nudges this out into the open/ This is my first time posting on here, so hope you enjoy. :-)
Warnings: None. Little bit of blood, but not graphic. (Sorry!) Gen.
Title is from Proverbs 25:28: "A man without self-control is like a city broken into and left without walls."
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When Castiel opens his eyes, Naomi is there. He closes his eyes and opens them, finds himself in an abandoned parking lot, but he still hears her voice.
“You must kill him, Castiel. He is a traitor to the cause, a rebel and an abomination-” “Cas ( ... )
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The first day is blood and confusion. Sam speaks a lot until Naomi silences him with Castiel’s fingers. All any of them know is the blade Castiel holds in hands that are not entirely his own.
The second day, Sam does not speak much, whether from lack of things to say or the wound snaking through and over his lips. The quiet is irrelevant. Cas can read the question in Sam’s eyes as clear as though he’d said it aloud. Why, Castiel?
Cas screams against Naomi, clawing at the walls she’s put up inside him, finds a foothold, and he can feel his eyes widen, his own eyes, even as Sam screams louder.
He does not remember much of the next few minutes, but when he comes to he’s immediately made aware of a furious pain in his temples, but a blessed pain for the fact that he can feel it, can reach up his hands and rub there to relieve the pain slightly. As his fingers trail his forehead his eyes open wide and he whips around ( ... )
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