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thursdays_angel) wrote2012-10-08 08:08 pm
thursdays_angel) wrote2012-10-08 08:08 pm
On A Lonely Street
These orders are wrong, and you know it.
The demons aren’t doing the hits. Something else is killing your soldiers.
Something is wrong up there. I mean, can you feel it?
Castiel can feel it, and it shakes him from the inside out.
They are in the middle of a war. Of the war. And now they may be facing enemies from the inside as well as the forces of Hell.
If they can’t trust their orders from Heaven, Castiel thinks, what can they possibly trust in? What recourse do they have?
At the moment, at least for himself, Castiel can think of only one. Someone who knows the chain but is no longer a part of it.
Whether or not calling on her will prove to be a wise thing to do will remain to be seen. But it’s all he knows to do.
Castiel stands on a deserted street under the light of a single lamp post. Not that she’ll need light to find him. He’d wager she’s not wandered far away since they first took Dean to that warehouse. Castiel takes a deep breath that he does not need and calls into the darkness.
“Anna? Anna! Anna, please.”
The demons aren’t doing the hits. Something else is killing your soldiers.
Something is wrong up there. I mean, can you feel it?
Castiel can feel it, and it shakes him from the inside out.
They are in the middle of a war. Of the war. And now they may be facing enemies from the inside as well as the forces of Hell.
If they can’t trust their orders from Heaven, Castiel thinks, what can they possibly trust in? What recourse do they have?
At the moment, at least for himself, Castiel can think of only one. Someone who knows the chain but is no longer a part of it.
Whether or not calling on her will prove to be a wise thing to do will remain to be seen. But it’s all he knows to do.
Castiel stands on a deserted street under the light of a single lamp post. Not that she’ll need light to find him. He’d wager she’s not wandered far away since they first took Dean to that warehouse. Castiel takes a deep breath that he does not need and calls into the darkness.
“Anna? Anna! Anna, please.”
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Anna regards him.
"The world is full of guys, Castiel. Be a man. Don't be a guy."
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"Will there ever come a day when you make sense?"
It's easier than focusing on the question of lessons.
It's frightening to think that he might not be as well schooled as he'd thought.
It's even more frightening to think that he's learned those lessons.
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"And I suppose it remains to be seen.
"Good luck, little brother."
And with that, Anna is gone.
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A water fountain with a slowly dripping faucet.
Castiel frowns. His mind goes back to the old warehouse where they had imprisoned Alastair.
How had Alastair escaped that devil's trap?
In the space of a breath, Castiel is gone.
He has a lot of answers to seek. He might as well start there.