I am an Angel of the Lord

The Only Thing That Can Kill An Angel Is Another Angel

2012-10-14T22:42:58Z

“Others have joined me, Cas. Now, please, brother. Don’t fight me. Help me. Help me spread the word. Help me bring on the apocalypse. All you have to do is be unafraid.”

“For the first time in a long time, I am.”

And he was. Even with Uriel’s revelations and knowing exactly how deep his brother’s betrayal ran, Castiel had no question or doubt as to what he needed to do, and that made him unafraid.

This was the power of certainty.

Of course, Castiel knew that he had, at best, barely even odds of beating Uriel. Castiel was a soldier, yes. But destruction? Destruction was what Uriel had been built for.

At least he had the element of surprise. Briefly. Little good that it did him.

On his knees on the concrete floor, Castiel looked up through a haze of blood at his brother. And he was sure, in that moment, that he was going to die.

“You can’t win, Uriel. I still serve God.”

“You haven’t even met the man!” Uriel’s voice bled with rage and frustration, as he rained blow after blow down on Castiel’s head. “There is no will. No wrath. No God.”

Then, suddenly, it stopped. Castiel stared in shock at the blade that had erupted from Uriel’s throat.

And at who was wielding it.

“Maybe,” Anna said, “Or maybe not. But there’s still me.”

Uriel’s existence ended in a blaze, which, Castiel would reflect later, was somehow only fitting. Castiel staggered to his feet, looking down at his newly fallen brother.

And then at the sister who had just saved him.

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On A Lonely Street

2012-10-09T00:10:55Z

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.”

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Outside Alastair's Torture Chamber

2012-10-08T23:44:49Z

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.

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April 1st -- A Short Long Time Back

2012-03-28T23:39:06Z

It takes a while for Castiel to make his way to the small cabin at the end of the dirt trail. The crutches slow him down considerably. But it’s a warm night, the moon is bright enough to light the way, and he, for a change, has pleasant thoughts to accompany him.

Milliways. He'd never thought he'd see it again.

He had considered staying. Seriously considered it. Just forget that the door even existed. Stay in Milliways with his friends. No Croats, no demons, no camp full of refugees, no Lucifer, no dying world.

He could have stayed. Hell, maybe he should have stayed.

But even an all-but-powerless, drug-addicted, ex-angel has responsibilities.

The biggest and most cantankerous of which lives in this cabin.

Castiel scales the steps to the porch, and bangs on the door with the end of one crutch.

He knows Dean is home. Whether he’s alone or not is always a question, but Castiel knows he’s home.

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