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Waiting For a Hint of a Spark

Nov 22, 2011 21:36

Who: Anna (grace_optional,) Bobby (junkyard_hunter,) Dean (lj user="will_end_you ">, possibly others?
What: Bobby and Anna make a terrible discovery.
Where: Field near the forest, west of town
When: Backdated to Sunday the 20th
Rating: PG-13 to R, probably
Status: Ongoing

( If Heaven and Hell decide that they both are satisfied... )

supernatural: dean winchester

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junkyard_hunter November 23 2011, 02:58:00 UTC

The longer their search went, the more apprehensive Bobby got. There was no one at the house, no one at the Roadhouse (and it was damned wrong to see the bar without Ellen behind it), not even at the library. The more places they checked without success, the more a quiet sense of dread began to grow. He gave Anna's arm a quick squeeze before nodding and breaking off to the left.

Come on, you sonofabitch. Be alive. This time. Don't let me be too late again.

grace_optional November 23 2011, 22:51:13 UTC

Anna trudged through the grass to the left, scanning the ground and calling out Cas's name none too hopefully. He might come out here to get away, but she'd never known him to literally hide when someone tracked him down...

A flash of something pale caught her eye, standing out against the darker expanse of the grass. She turned and headed that way, quickening her pace and then breaking into a run as the object resolved itself into a prone, cream-clad form sprawled face-down on the ground. "Cas? ...Castiel! Bobby, I found him! He's here!"

She skidded onto her knees beside her brother, her stomach lurching as she took in the tortured, unnatural angles of his limbs and the smears of blood drying in the grass. "Cas? Can you hear me? ...oh, god." His eyes were open, fixed, and clouded. He wasn't breathing. She pressed her shaking fingers into the pulse point under his jaw, and couldn't find a heartbeat. "Cas? Sweetheart..."

His skin felt as cold to the touch as her own.

"No. No, no, no, no, no, please, no..."

junkyard_hunter November 24 2011, 00:21:06 UTC

His own heart sank when he saw the unresponsive body on the ground. Bobby wasn't quite as quick as Anna, but he could tell even from a distance that they were far too late.

Goddamnit Cas. Not again.

"Anna." His hands closed gently around her shoulders, drawing her away from her frantic, and fruitless search for a pulse. "Anna, honey. Let him be."

It was no easier the second time, watching a man he'd come to consider family meet his end too goddamn early. His own voice grew rough with sorrow. This Cas had endured so much without complaint, remaining steadfast to all of his friends. Fucking pagan deities.

"Let him rest. He's earned his peace."

grace_optional November 24 2011, 01:45:37 UTC

Anna twisted out of his grasp, speaking thickly as tears spilled over and her fury gathered. "He won't get it, Bobby. This is the Underworld. He'll be back. Maybe alive, maybe like me or--or one of Hades' mindless things. Who did this?" Her voice scaled into a shriek, directed at the empty air. "Who did this to him?" She stalked a seething path around the area, reaching out with other-than-human senses for any possible clues to the culprit...and found them.

The son of a bitch hadn't even bothered to clean up after himself. His grace was splashed around so liberally he might as well have carved his initials on a tree and pissed against the trunk for good measure.

Balthazar was here.The moment she identified that distinctive signature, Anna went very, very still; a deceptive air of calm fell over her as she ruthlessly suppressed her rage and grief. The time for falling apart would come later, in private. After she'd dealt with the business at hand ( ... )

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