Glee/SN, AUish, PG
Title: a land more kind than home
Fandom: Supernatural/Glee
Disclaimer: I made up an angel. The rest aren’t mine. Title from Thomas Wolfe
Warnings: AUish for Supernatural; spoilers for up till the end of season 6; character death
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 650
Point of view: third
Prompt: Supernatural crossover. Kurt is a vessel. Kurt's mother didn't die when he was eight. She became a vessel for an angel. Years later, Kurt's mother is destroyed in the middle of a battle. The angel decides to go to Kurt as vessel, as the bloodline ends with him.
Kathryn dies in blinding light and Arianel flees her brother (Castiel, Castiel, my brother, what have you become?), flying across the cosmos in an instant.
Arianel is weak, her grace bleeding out through a score of minor cuts (Castiel, Castiel, my brother, what have you done?) and she collapses onto the dirt, burning it where she falls. She sighs, murmuring out a prayer - Father does not respond. Has not responded in… a very long time.
But she must rejoin the battle. She chose her side - the side of her brothers and sisters, the side she fought on during the Great Battle, when Sammael threw himself from Heaven to become Lucifer. Castiel has mirrored his journey, it seems, but refuses to submit. Instead, Castiel continues fighting, and he is so strong… so horrifically strong. Arianel knows that no angel left in any garrison can defeat him, not since Michael was pulled into the cage with Lucifer. Raphael, Gabriel, Uriel - even Zachariah. All gone. The greatest of the angels, destroyed. And no one left to equal Castiel, in all his magnificence and terror.
Arianel does not despair. She was created by Father, and her remaining brothers and sisters need her. But she must rest, and there is nowhere safe from Castiel (oh my brother, my brother, what has happened to you?) save resting deep inside a vessel.
But Kathryn (oh, my sweet Kathryn, my friend, my home) is dead. Arianel wishes she could go to Heaven and find the lovely woman who housed her for seven human years (eternity, and a single moment), but Castiel’s forces guard the gates and Arianel would need to regain her strength before attempting to sneak in, and that would take a long time…
Kathryn had a son. Arianel had sworn to protect him; that, and her lingering, painful death from cancer had been the only reason she agreed to Arianel’s request. Kathryn’s son is the only person left of the bloodline that could house Arianel, and she has not thought of the child in - well, seven human years. Not since Kathryn said yes. She knew the child was healthy, and that was enough.
Gathering all the strength left to her, Arianel throws herself across the world. She collapses on a well-kept lawn, invisible to all except the possible vessel: Kurt, Kathryn’s only child. And there he is, looking so much like his mother that Arianel aches.
“Holy shit,” he whispers, staring down at her. He looks around, but thankfully no one else is there. Just Arianel and Kathryn’s son, and she sighs in relief. Soon (so soon, Kathryn, maybe I’ll find you in him)
Kurt, she says. Kurt, I need you. Gently, she puts all the knowledge in his mind. His mother, the war, all that is required of him now. She reaches out for him, her beloved Kathryn’s child, her shelter from Castiel (my brother, my brother, do you remember how it was in the beginning?)
He pulls away. He stares at her, those ice-eyes glinting, looking so much like his mother. Except his mother’s eyes were never so cold.
“No,” he says, and turns away.
Arianel slumps down, watching him go, and mourns - Kathryn, and the garrisons gutted by war, and Castiel, always Castiel, brother, I am so weary.
And he is there, strong and fierce, a warrior from Heaven, the terrible lie Heaven has become.
Sister, he says. I offer you now a choice. Come home with me.
Or? she murmurs, looking past him, at the bluest of skies (blue as Kathryn’s eyes).
Or perish here, Arianel, he tells her gently, sounding as remote as Father ever has.
Arianel is tired, and aching, and wishes she could curl up in Kathryn, warm and safe and loved. Oh, Kathryn had been so wonderful.
Please, she whispers. Castiel…
He smiles, and as the light flares, he says, Be at peace, my sister.
And Arianel rests.
Fandom: Supernatural/Glee
Disclaimer: I made up an angel. The rest aren’t mine. Title from Thomas Wolfe
Warnings: AUish for Supernatural; spoilers for up till the end of season 6; character death
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 650
Point of view: third
Prompt: Supernatural crossover. Kurt is a vessel. Kurt's mother didn't die when he was eight. She became a vessel for an angel. Years later, Kurt's mother is destroyed in the middle of a battle. The angel decides to go to Kurt as vessel, as the bloodline ends with him.
Kathryn dies in blinding light and Arianel flees her brother (Castiel, Castiel, my brother, what have you become?), flying across the cosmos in an instant.
Arianel is weak, her grace bleeding out through a score of minor cuts (Castiel, Castiel, my brother, what have you done?) and she collapses onto the dirt, burning it where she falls. She sighs, murmuring out a prayer - Father does not respond. Has not responded in… a very long time.
But she must rejoin the battle. She chose her side - the side of her brothers and sisters, the side she fought on during the Great Battle, when Sammael threw himself from Heaven to become Lucifer. Castiel has mirrored his journey, it seems, but refuses to submit. Instead, Castiel continues fighting, and he is so strong… so horrifically strong. Arianel knows that no angel left in any garrison can defeat him, not since Michael was pulled into the cage with Lucifer. Raphael, Gabriel, Uriel - even Zachariah. All gone. The greatest of the angels, destroyed. And no one left to equal Castiel, in all his magnificence and terror.
Arianel does not despair. She was created by Father, and her remaining brothers and sisters need her. But she must rest, and there is nowhere safe from Castiel (oh my brother, my brother, what has happened to you?) save resting deep inside a vessel.
But Kathryn (oh, my sweet Kathryn, my friend, my home) is dead. Arianel wishes she could go to Heaven and find the lovely woman who housed her for seven human years (eternity, and a single moment), but Castiel’s forces guard the gates and Arianel would need to regain her strength before attempting to sneak in, and that would take a long time…
Kathryn had a son. Arianel had sworn to protect him; that, and her lingering, painful death from cancer had been the only reason she agreed to Arianel’s request. Kathryn’s son is the only person left of the bloodline that could house Arianel, and she has not thought of the child in - well, seven human years. Not since Kathryn said yes. She knew the child was healthy, and that was enough.
Gathering all the strength left to her, Arianel throws herself across the world. She collapses on a well-kept lawn, invisible to all except the possible vessel: Kurt, Kathryn’s only child. And there he is, looking so much like his mother that Arianel aches.
“Holy shit,” he whispers, staring down at her. He looks around, but thankfully no one else is there. Just Arianel and Kathryn’s son, and she sighs in relief. Soon (so soon, Kathryn, maybe I’ll find you in him)
Kurt, she says. Kurt, I need you. Gently, she puts all the knowledge in his mind. His mother, the war, all that is required of him now. She reaches out for him, her beloved Kathryn’s child, her shelter from Castiel (my brother, my brother, do you remember how it was in the beginning?)
He pulls away. He stares at her, those ice-eyes glinting, looking so much like his mother. Except his mother’s eyes were never so cold.
“No,” he says, and turns away.
Arianel slumps down, watching him go, and mourns - Kathryn, and the garrisons gutted by war, and Castiel, always Castiel, brother, I am so weary.
And he is there, strong and fierce, a warrior from Heaven, the terrible lie Heaven has become.
Sister, he says. I offer you now a choice. Come home with me.
Or? she murmurs, looking past him, at the bluest of skies (blue as Kathryn’s eyes).
Or perish here, Arianel, he tells her gently, sounding as remote as Father ever has.
Arianel is tired, and aching, and wishes she could curl up in Kathryn, warm and safe and loved. Oh, Kathryn had been so wonderful.
Please, she whispers. Castiel…
He smiles, and as the light flares, he says, Be at peace, my sister.
And Arianel rests.