When Push Comes to Shove (Corrupts Absolutely)
Title: When Push Comes to Shove (Corrupts Absolutely)
Author: ryouseiteki
Rating: PG-13
Word count: Approx 550
Characters/Pairing: Castiel (one-sided Castiel/Dean)
Warnings/Spoilers: Possibly disturbing imagery, spoilers for 6x22
Summary/Prompt: He shook his head with a hiss, the palm of one hand against his temple as voices rose over one another.
A/N: lottz mentioned in a review to Push Comes to Shove "I really wish that they would have shown him doing the incantation, or with the initial struggle he probably had after infusing himself with all the souls of purgatory" and since the first ficlet only showed the first I decided to make a part two. After this is what happens in the episode. I might do more of after the episode itself if I get inspired again heh. Second SPN fic so soon after the first I'm rather surprised at myself rofl.
All of it for You | Corrupts Absolutely | What it's Like | Severe Punishment | Instinct | A Few Changes
The light and energy of millions of souls poured through the portal on his chest, into Castiel’s vessel. His Grace strained under the pressure and he screamed, true voice shattering the silence; the ground shuddered, warehouse walls shook.
His wings manifested against his will, the four sets thrashing as he struggled to contain the power flooding both his physical and incorporeal forms.
Souls clambered over one another, bubbling and seething and converging. He could hear them whisper, poking and prodding against the edges of his mind. Castiel struggled to keep them out, for that way laid madness.
The pressure built and built until Castiel began to fear that Balthazar had been right, that there was no possible way to hold all these souls; that they would consume him, and then half the planet in the resulting expulsion of Grace.
Something gave, and he internally wailed at its loss, his human vocal cords long ravaged by his screams into silence, his true voice risen to a frequency only able to be heard by other angels. But no one was listening.
His bones made crunching sounds as they ground together under his skin and Castiel clawed at the table, shiny black talons gouging furrows into the metal. His ears elongated, then shrank back to normal. New sets of wings ripped free from his back, most of them leathery, some covered in spines.
The light faded until it was just a soft glow covering his entire body. Castiel panted harshly, slowly opening eyes that had been clenched shut involuntarily. The blue of his iris was almost completely covered by pupil, only a sliver of color visible. He blinked a few times to focus his vision, squinting uncomfortably at the brightness. His pupils gradually contracted into slits as his breathing slowed.
Cautiously, Castiel stood straight. He looked down at his hands, clenching and unclenching them to watch the muscle and tendon and bones work together in beautiful symmetry, closely inspecting the new veins of energy that flowed casually next to the pale afterimage where his Grace once resided under the meat.
He shook his head with a hiss, the palm of one hand against his temple as voices rose over one another.
No. Be Quiet.
They immediately calmed and he smiled, hint of fang showing. He could do this.
He no longer had to fear; ambush or betrayal or a confrontation with anything less than a god. Nay, not even a god. He was a god. And perhaps, he could be the God. Replace that absent father in this time of need. Heaven needed straightening. Hell needed order. Earth needed protection. They needed. Needed Him.
Something invisible pressed against his side in a gentle shove and he glanced down in confusion, eyes widening as he realized that the sensation wasn't physical, but through his bond. And found he still had the capacity for fear after all.
Raphael. Crowley… Dean.
He narrowed his eyes, his vessel shifting into its original, human guise. Spreading his various wings, he flew; towards that spark of human soul that bore his mark.
He would not let his would-be adversary steal away what was his by right. He would have Dean’s regard. No one would stand in his way. No one could. Castiel would make sure of it.
I will be the new God, and all will bow before me. I will have your love. Dean.
Continues here.
Author: ryouseiteki
Rating: PG-13
Word count: Approx 550
Characters/Pairing: Castiel (one-sided Castiel/Dean)
Warnings/Spoilers: Possibly disturbing imagery, spoilers for 6x22
Summary/Prompt: He shook his head with a hiss, the palm of one hand against his temple as voices rose over one another.
A/N: lottz mentioned in a review to Push Comes to Shove "I really wish that they would have shown him doing the incantation, or with the initial struggle he probably had after infusing himself with all the souls of purgatory" and since the first ficlet only showed the first I decided to make a part two. After this is what happens in the episode. I might do more of after the episode itself if I get inspired again heh. Second SPN fic so soon after the first I'm rather surprised at myself rofl.
All of it for You | Corrupts Absolutely | What it's Like | Severe Punishment | Instinct | A Few Changes
The light and energy of millions of souls poured through the portal on his chest, into Castiel’s vessel. His Grace strained under the pressure and he screamed, true voice shattering the silence; the ground shuddered, warehouse walls shook.
His wings manifested against his will, the four sets thrashing as he struggled to contain the power flooding both his physical and incorporeal forms.
Souls clambered over one another, bubbling and seething and converging. He could hear them whisper, poking and prodding against the edges of his mind. Castiel struggled to keep them out, for that way laid madness.
The pressure built and built until Castiel began to fear that Balthazar had been right, that there was no possible way to hold all these souls; that they would consume him, and then half the planet in the resulting expulsion of Grace.
Something gave, and he internally wailed at its loss, his human vocal cords long ravaged by his screams into silence, his true voice risen to a frequency only able to be heard by other angels. But no one was listening.
His bones made crunching sounds as they ground together under his skin and Castiel clawed at the table, shiny black talons gouging furrows into the metal. His ears elongated, then shrank back to normal. New sets of wings ripped free from his back, most of them leathery, some covered in spines.
The light faded until it was just a soft glow covering his entire body. Castiel panted harshly, slowly opening eyes that had been clenched shut involuntarily. The blue of his iris was almost completely covered by pupil, only a sliver of color visible. He blinked a few times to focus his vision, squinting uncomfortably at the brightness. His pupils gradually contracted into slits as his breathing slowed.
Cautiously, Castiel stood straight. He looked down at his hands, clenching and unclenching them to watch the muscle and tendon and bones work together in beautiful symmetry, closely inspecting the new veins of energy that flowed casually next to the pale afterimage where his Grace once resided under the meat.
He shook his head with a hiss, the palm of one hand against his temple as voices rose over one another.
No. Be Quiet.
They immediately calmed and he smiled, hint of fang showing. He could do this.
He no longer had to fear; ambush or betrayal or a confrontation with anything less than a god. Nay, not even a god. He was a god. And perhaps, he could be the God. Replace that absent father in this time of need. Heaven needed straightening. Hell needed order. Earth needed protection. They needed. Needed Him.
Something invisible pressed against his side in a gentle shove and he glanced down in confusion, eyes widening as he realized that the sensation wasn't physical, but through his bond. And found he still had the capacity for fear after all.
Raphael. Crowley… Dean.
He narrowed his eyes, his vessel shifting into its original, human guise. Spreading his various wings, he flew; towards that spark of human soul that bore his mark.
He would not let his would-be adversary steal away what was his by right. He would have Dean’s regard. No one would stand in his way. No one could. Castiel would make sure of it.
I will be the new God, and all will bow before me. I will have your love. Dean.
Continues here.