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thursdays_angel) wrote2012-10-08 07:43 pm
thursdays_angel) wrote2012-10-08 07:43 pm
Outside Alastair's Torture Chamber
Castiel had gone on record as being against this plan. In retrospect, he feels that was probably a miscalculation on his part.
Zachariah had merely blinked at him for a moment or two before remarking quietly, “I do sometimes wonder, Castiel, where exactly it is your loyalties lie.”
And just like that, Uriel was put in the lead for this particular mission.
His brother had attempted to be sympathetic. In Uriel’s own unique way.
“You grow too attached to them, Castiel. The humans. Do not forget their place. Or yours.”
And Uriel and Zachariah didn’t even know about Meg. Or Milliways. Or Anna. Or…
Dean.
Castiel stands back a bit, letting Dean look in on Alastair through the dirty square of window in the door. While Uriel might be calling the orders on this mission, he’s more than willing to let Castiel handle this part. Attempting to make Dean understand. To make him see why what they were asking of him was necessary and important. Angels were being slaughtered, and Heaven couldn’t take those losses. Not with what was at stake.
Castiel waits for another heartbeat, and then steps up behind Dean.
“This devil’s trap is old Enochian. He’s bound completely.”
You’ll be safe.
Zachariah had merely blinked at him for a moment or two before remarking quietly, “I do sometimes wonder, Castiel, where exactly it is your loyalties lie.”
And just like that, Uriel was put in the lead for this particular mission.
His brother had attempted to be sympathetic. In Uriel’s own unique way.
“You grow too attached to them, Castiel. The humans. Do not forget their place. Or yours.”
And Uriel and Zachariah didn’t even know about Meg. Or Milliways. Or Anna. Or…
Dean.
Castiel stands back a bit, letting Dean look in on Alastair through the dirty square of window in the door. While Uriel might be calling the orders on this mission, he’s more than willing to let Castiel handle this part. Attempting to make Dean understand. To make him see why what they were asking of him was necessary and important. Angels were being slaughtered, and Heaven couldn’t take those losses. Not with what was at stake.
Castiel waits for another heartbeat, and then steps up behind Dean.
“This devil’s trap is old Enochian. He’s bound completely.”
You’ll be safe.
no subject
"You say that like any of it is gonna matter."
He's warned them.
Not that it's made a damn lick of difference.
no subject
"It will have to matter enough."
There is not calling 'abort' on this mission.
They have orders.
no subject
He takes a deep breath, exhaling long and slow to try to drain some of the tension from his shoulders.
Tells're gonna get him in trouble here.
And once he loses 'em --
Well, it's gonna stop lookin' like an interrogation real damn fast.
"All right."
It's almost a relief to know that he really doesn't have a choice. Lip service is a bitch.
But then, so's Dean.
"Lemme get a look at your idea of toys."
After all, he learned from the best.