Brilliant Light of Morning
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Supernatural › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
11
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6,334
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12
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OTHOAP Part 2
A/N: Hey, guys, sorry this one is so short, and sorry it took so long. I'm already working on the next chapter, though, so hopefully that won't be as long.
4-16: On The Head Of A Pin:
Part 2
Castiel listened to the sounds of Alastair's agony filtering through the heavy steel door. It pained him to know it was Dean causing it, Dean making Alastair groan and gasp and -
Castiel had to admit to himself that he cared for Dean. As irrational, irritating, contrary, violent, misguided, stubborn, and damaged as the boy was, Castiel cared for him. The thought didn't bring him comfort.
He sensed the other angel before she appeared, before the lights flashed, and the wind rustled. "Anna."
"Hello Castiel." He knew that voice.
Turning, he said, "Your human body..."
"It was destroyed, I know. But I guess I'm sentimental. Called in a few old favors, and..." she trailed off.
"You shouldn't be here," Castiel said. "I still have orders to kill you." Even he knew how hollow his words sounded.
"Somehow, I don't think you'll try." Anna walked around him, staring at the door as Alastair’s cries rang out once more. "Where's Uriel?"
"He went to seek revelation."
There was a pause, and Castiel wondered what to make of it. It was as if Anna doubted his words. “Right.” She turned back to him, and he recognized the look on her face. He’d seen it many times when they’d served together. “Why are you letting Dean do this?”
“He’s doing God’s work.” Castiel folded his arms over his chest. He didn’t want to discuss Dean, particularly with Anna. She fell; she of all people would understand his plight with Dean. But Castiel didn’t want it understood. He wanted it, needed it, to be condemned, needed to be told he was walking sin. To understand it would be to make it okay, and Castiel wasn’t sure he could let it be okay.
“God’s work?” And Anna was off, spewing her rhetoric, the very lies that had convinced her to fall. Castiel refused to listen. He wasn’t that far gone... was he?
“Unless... He isn’t giving the orders.”
She had cut to the core of Castiel’s problems, his worries... his doubts. “If not our Father, then who?”
“I don’t know. One of the superiors. But not Him.”
Castiel saw a small, white hand come into his field of vision, and lay across his. He had to still an urge to throw it off; it felt so wrong. “What you’re feeling,” Anna whispered. “It’s called ‘doubt’. It’s frightening, I know. But, together, we can -”
“Together?” Castiel yanked his hand from her. “I am nothing like you. You fell! Go.” He walked around her, facing the door through which the heart of all his trouble lay.
“Castiel, wait,” Anna said. He did, silently. “I... want to warn you.”
“About what?” he snapped.
“About Dean.”
Castiel turned, his confusion evident on his face.
Anna took a few steps forward. “His scent is all over you, Cas,” she said, her voice soft. Castiel lowered his eyes. He didn’t want to hear this, not now, not from her, but he’d known one day one of his brothers or sisters would force him to face his sin. “You’re in over your head with him,” Anna continued. “You’ve never experienced the sort of temptation that Dean Winchester can offer you, Castiel. Believe me. I know.”
Castiel felt a chill in his chest. She knew? How exactly did she know? And what was that painful rage coursing through his body now? Is that what they call jealousy?
“It’s temptation like that - warm flesh and a soft touch, and a whispered word in the dark - that led me to fall. I fell because I wanted to see what men like Dean Winchester could offer me.”
“Was it worth it?” Castiel couldn’t help but ask, meeting Anna’s eyes.
A small, bittersweet smile graced her full lips. “What Dean Winchester is offering... he isn’t offering to me.”
And she was gone, leaving Castiel to contemplate his own damnation.
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4-16: On The Head Of A Pin:
Part 2
Castiel listened to the sounds of Alastair's agony filtering through the heavy steel door. It pained him to know it was Dean causing it, Dean making Alastair groan and gasp and -
Castiel had to admit to himself that he cared for Dean. As irrational, irritating, contrary, violent, misguided, stubborn, and damaged as the boy was, Castiel cared for him. The thought didn't bring him comfort.
He sensed the other angel before she appeared, before the lights flashed, and the wind rustled. "Anna."
"Hello Castiel." He knew that voice.
Turning, he said, "Your human body..."
"It was destroyed, I know. But I guess I'm sentimental. Called in a few old favors, and..." she trailed off.
"You shouldn't be here," Castiel said. "I still have orders to kill you." Even he knew how hollow his words sounded.
"Somehow, I don't think you'll try." Anna walked around him, staring at the door as Alastair’s cries rang out once more. "Where's Uriel?"
"He went to seek revelation."
There was a pause, and Castiel wondered what to make of it. It was as if Anna doubted his words. “Right.” She turned back to him, and he recognized the look on her face. He’d seen it many times when they’d served together. “Why are you letting Dean do this?”
“He’s doing God’s work.” Castiel folded his arms over his chest. He didn’t want to discuss Dean, particularly with Anna. She fell; she of all people would understand his plight with Dean. But Castiel didn’t want it understood. He wanted it, needed it, to be condemned, needed to be told he was walking sin. To understand it would be to make it okay, and Castiel wasn’t sure he could let it be okay.
“God’s work?” And Anna was off, spewing her rhetoric, the very lies that had convinced her to fall. Castiel refused to listen. He wasn’t that far gone... was he?
“Unless... He isn’t giving the orders.”
She had cut to the core of Castiel’s problems, his worries... his doubts. “If not our Father, then who?”
“I don’t know. One of the superiors. But not Him.”
Castiel saw a small, white hand come into his field of vision, and lay across his. He had to still an urge to throw it off; it felt so wrong. “What you’re feeling,” Anna whispered. “It’s called ‘doubt’. It’s frightening, I know. But, together, we can -”
“Together?” Castiel yanked his hand from her. “I am nothing like you. You fell! Go.” He walked around her, facing the door through which the heart of all his trouble lay.
“Castiel, wait,” Anna said. He did, silently. “I... want to warn you.”
“About what?” he snapped.
“About Dean.”
Castiel turned, his confusion evident on his face.
Anna took a few steps forward. “His scent is all over you, Cas,” she said, her voice soft. Castiel lowered his eyes. He didn’t want to hear this, not now, not from her, but he’d known one day one of his brothers or sisters would force him to face his sin. “You’re in over your head with him,” Anna continued. “You’ve never experienced the sort of temptation that Dean Winchester can offer you, Castiel. Believe me. I know.”
Castiel felt a chill in his chest. She knew? How exactly did she know? And what was that painful rage coursing through his body now? Is that what they call jealousy?
“It’s temptation like that - warm flesh and a soft touch, and a whispered word in the dark - that led me to fall. I fell because I wanted to see what men like Dean Winchester could offer me.”
“Was it worth it?” Castiel couldn’t help but ask, meeting Anna’s eyes.
A small, bittersweet smile graced her full lips. “What Dean Winchester is offering... he isn’t offering to me.”
And she was gone, leaving Castiel to contemplate his own damnation.
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