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thursdays_angel) wrote2011-11-16 10:36 am
thursdays_angel) wrote2011-11-16 10:36 am
Heaven & Hell: The Barn
Castiel is not stalling, no matter what Uriel (who is grumbling less than quietly behind him) might believe. He is merely assessing the situation. Stalling will only prolong the sense of discomfort that this whole situation has elicited.
The barn is on the other side of the field. And in it are Sam and Dean Winchester. And Anna.
Castiel had really hoped that it would not come to this, but there are no viable choices left. He has his orders and he will carry them out. Though he had been forced to have a rather pointed discussion with Uriel as to exactly how they were going to be carried out.
“Need I remind you, this task was appointed to me? I will deal with Anna. You are to contain the Winchesters should they create problems.”
Which, knowing Sam and Dean, they probably will.
Light bleeds out of the thin cracks in the barn wall. There are no other people around, nor any demons that he can sense. The time is right. Just a few more minutes and it will all be over.
Castiel turns to Uriel and nods, and in an instant they are standing before the barn, the doors blowing open in the wake of their arrival.
It's the first time Castiel has seen his sister face-to-face since her fall.
"Hello, Anna."
The barn is on the other side of the field. And in it are Sam and Dean Winchester. And Anna.
Castiel had really hoped that it would not come to this, but there are no viable choices left. He has his orders and he will carry them out. Though he had been forced to have a rather pointed discussion with Uriel as to exactly how they were going to be carried out.
“Need I remind you, this task was appointed to me? I will deal with Anna. You are to contain the Winchesters should they create problems.”
Which, knowing Sam and Dean, they probably will.
Light bleeds out of the thin cracks in the barn wall. There are no other people around, nor any demons that he can sense. The time is right. Just a few more minutes and it will all be over.
Castiel turns to Uriel and nods, and in an instant they are standing before the barn, the doors blowing open in the wake of their arrival.
It's the first time Castiel has seen his sister face-to-face since her fall.
"Hello, Anna."
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But seeing him --
Seeing him's like a hot poker to the gut each and every time.
God, but he wants to hurt that motherfucker.
This may go a long way to explain why, when his own personal demon's got his own personal angel down for the count, Dean wallops the fucker over the head with a crowbar.
Not like it's gonna do anything, but in the absence of any better tools --
Damn but it feels good. Almost like old times.
Except for how hard he's wishing it didn't.
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But then, it's not like Anna didn't have centuries upon centuries to study the moves her brother makes in a fight. She used to be the one telling him to make them, after all.
She knows to watch for the moment that Uriel's attention is elsewhere, distracted by the demons he's fighting, knows how long she'll have, knows exactly when to sweep in and pull the vial that contains her Grace from the chain around his neck.
Two choices. Go back or die.
And she's no good to anyone dead.
Easy enough, then. Make the choice, break the vial.
Good-bye, Anna Milton.
"Shut your eyes!"
And let there be light.