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Tweak says, "Make it so."

Dean Winchester (righteousman) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2009-11-24 05:16:00

Entry tags:

castiel, dean winchester, god, zachariah

WHO: Dean Winchester, Castiel, Zachariah and God later.
WHAT: Zachariah is going to learn why you don't fuck with God's chosen one.
WHEN: Shortly after this.
WHERE: Bar in Colligo.
RATING: R to be safe.
STATUS: Complete.

Dean sat at the bar and poured himself a glass of whiskey. He'd asked the bartender to leave the bottle, not that he planned on finishing it. After a moment's consideration, he poured Cas a glass too. One wouldn't hurt, and the guy deserved it, all things considered. They were waiting for Zachariah...who was definitely Dean's least favorite angel. And he knew there was no love lost between the guy and Cas. He still hadn't gotten over that stunt with the Croatoan future, and he really did not want to have to deal with Zach right now. He raised his shot glass and gave Cas a nod. "Cheers," he said with a wry grin, knocking the shot back.

He saw Zach walk in and set down his glass, getting to his feet. "Oh joy," he drawled sarcastically. "You decided to grace us with your presence." And he really wanted to just haul off and punch him, but he figured he'd let the guy be smug a bit first. It would just make it that much better when he did hit him.

He drew his fist back and punched Zachariah hard.

Or not.

"You know," he said with a satisfied smile, "they say never hit a guy with a closed fist...but it is, on occasion, hilarious!" He didn't expect either of them to get the reference. He shook his hand, because damn that hurt. But it sure felt good. Of course, he'd assume when God said he could hit Zach, that it would actually have some affect, but maybe she hadn't made her move yet. Any day now, he thought to himself.

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angeljerk
2009-12-06 12:27 pm UTC (link)

"Father, I didn't know- I didn't mean to imply you lack the ability to understand but we did not know if you were able to see what was happening. We were alone and it was frightening. We just wanted it over," he backed away from God.

"Is that so wrong?" Zachariah's tone was desperate. Desperate enough to use attack as a form of defence.

"You lest us! You left us alone to do something we were never made to do! Your job. Someone had to take that role in your place. What would have happened if we had not? Castiel was shielded from the worst of it, all the junior angels were. Maybe that was a mistake, to keep him in the dark. Maybe that was my fault. He was confused by what he found out in bits and pieces. Please go easy on him. I was wrong for that but I believed I was doing the..." Zachariah stopped. He couldn't finished the sentence. He could not lie to his Father's face. He knew what he did he did with doubt his Father's approval. He knew he had gotten to the point where he hoped his Father wouldn't come back because he doubted he would get his Father's approval. He did not regret what he had done. He regretted getting caught.

"Father, please," he dropped to his knees. "Please forgive me. I made a mistake."
He lowered his head, his body trembling under the blackened sky.

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heavenslancer
2009-12-06 12:39 pm UTC (link)

Castiel looked at the sky, his Father, then back to Zachariah. He was horrified when Zachariah started attacking their Father. It was beyond Castiel's comprehension. He willed Zachariah silent. Zachariah had lied to him, tortured Dean, cost them both almost everything and still he wish for him to survive. Despite everything else he was Castiel's brother.
And so he willed for Zachariah to stop before he went to far, if it wasn't already too late.

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skeeballfanatic
2009-12-07 04:12 am UTC (link)

If there was one redeeming comment in all of Zachariah's panic-induced rant, it was his inability to lie directly to the Lord's face. Had he done so, not even God was entirely positive just how she might have reacted. However even what she had planned now, as unpleasant as it might be, wouldn't have come close to what she would have done had he finished that sentence.

Still. Aside from that one part - and perhaps a small amount of him also taking Castiel's own fate into mind - there wasn't a bit of his speech that was placing him on better terms. Not any of it had changed her mind, or her decision. Not even when he finally fell to his knees and began to show her the respect she deserved, did God truly consider another option.

She knew, of course, that what she was about to do was going to cause Castiel to feel... uncertain, to put it mildly. She also knew the pain it would cause her, as it always did to punish one of her own. However above all else, God knew what would happen if she didn't deal with Zachariah, here and now, and she simply couldn't allow her own feelings, or those of even someone as devoted to her as Castiel, to sway her judgment.

No. Zachariah had to be stopped. Right here. Right now. Before it truly was too late.

You were left to watch over humanity, Zachariah, a task you were once quite capable of doing. You instead abused that position and attempted to bring about the end of the world. Her words were soft, washing across the minds of those present, hiding the steely resolve that laid beneath them, for the time being. Crouching down, she took his chin in her palm and raised his head until he was looking into her face. Her eyes shone with sorrow and love as she added, I am sorry it has come to this, Zachariah.

Releasing him, she rose to her full height. Her arms dangled at her sides, her gaze locked firmly on him. Castiel, she let his name hang in the air for a moment, before her expression hardened slightly even as her voice remained all but gentle. Please ensure Dean's ears are properly covered.

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heavenslancer
2009-12-07 04:24 am UTC (link)

Castiel frowned a little in confusion. He did not know why he needed to protect Dean's hearing, only that he did and he did so with no spoken question. He took the few steps to where Dean was standing, lifted his hands and placed then firmly over Dean's ears, cupping his hands to form as deal. He pressed against Dean's head with considerable pressure. He did not know what he was protecting Dean from but if it was something of his Father's doing he could take no chance.

He looked past Dean, over at Zachariah and his Father, his face tense with concern.

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angeljerk
2009-12-07 04:31 am UTC (link)

Zachariah could not find his words anymore, his silver tongue silenced by terror. He wanted to ask what his Father meant. What had it come to? Was he to fall? Was his Grace to be removed? Was to to live as a human? The prospect was horrible but there was a hope in it. Anna had regained her Grace after all and if that slip could do it surely he could too.

Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

Then God moved away and Castiel was ordered to cover Dean's ears. Doesn't He mean his eyes? It's the eyes that were at risk from the uncovered Grace of an angel. Zachariah started in confusion. What was his Father going to do?

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righteousman
2009-12-07 07:00 am UTC (link)

Dean couldn't really bring himself to feel sorry for Zachariah. The guy had brought it on himself, trying to destroy the world and threatening people who meant the most to Dean. He'd never really been the forgiving sort, and as far as he could tell, Zach didn't merit it. Still, he did feel bad for Cas, having to see this. And God, having to do it. He sort of understood now, that God had a really crappy job.

Suddenly, Castiel's hands were covering his ears, and he was confused and a little worried. What was going to happen now? On reflex, his hands covered Castiel's ears just in case, as if that would do any good. It was an instinctive, protective urge...that was probably really fucking stupid.

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skeeballfanatic
2009-12-07 07:31 am UTC (link)

While Castiel wasn't in any danger over what was about to come, the fact that Dean cared enough to actually cover Castiel's ears was quite a sweet gesture and certainly one that God noticed. She didn't comment on it, however, being far too focused on Zachariah at the moment. She doubted he'd try to flee - not even the Morningstar had been willing to do that until the very end of the War - but she also wasn't going to let anything deter her from dealing with him swiftly and justly.

So the moment Dean's ears (and now, Castiel's as well) were covered, she stepped closer to Zachariah. With sorrow shining in her eyes, she pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek. Her voice was little more than a murmur as she passed her judgment.

I do wish you had chosen a different path. You always did have great potential, Zachariah.

Stepping back once again, she drew in a deep breath, double checked to make sure no humans were close enough to suffer from what she was about to do, then opened her mouth.

And spoke.

Granted, on the mortal coil, it simply came out as a roar. Far louder than any other sound conceivable, it rattled the windows in the buildings around them and shook the ground under their feet. It was the pure essence of the Lord Almighty and something the likes of which few had ever encountered.

Were Zachariah human, his head would have ruptured at the sound. Were Dean's ears not covered, his would have done the same. However, Dean's ears were covered and Zachariah was hardly human. So while one of her chosen ones was safe, the object of her wrath was not.

Unfortunately, for him at least, what she was doing wasn't a painless endeavor. It wasn't nearly as clean-cut as when she'd dealt with Bartleby. No, as Zachariah was inhabiting a human host, first she had to separate the two. That was simple enough, and solely done by her Will alone. By the time the windows in the building had begun to crack from her Voice, it was finished.

Then, however, came the truly terrible part. For God hadn't decided to send Zachariah to Hell, nor did she intend to remove his Grace. No, she knew he was far too crafty and ambitious for either of those to happen, and she certainly wasn't going to make the same miscalculation by banishing yet another angel to the mortal coil only for him to find a loophole to return Home. No, her choice was an obvious one. Far from simple, but obvious.

Zachariah had to be obliterated; taken completely out of existence.

Which is just what she set out to do. She kept his Grace intact, although shielded from Dean's eyes, even after his human shell was stripped away and sent back to his proper reality. She raised her Voice to a new decibel next and watched, with pain filling her very essence, as slowly but surely bits and pieces of Zachariah began to burn before quickly turning to ash.

By the time she was finished, there would be nothing left of him, aside from the memories he'd left behind in those he'd harmed and tried to use. And the love of a Creator who truly did wish her angel had chosen a different path, if only to spare him the pain of his punishment before nothingness consumed him entirely.

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	angeljerk 2009-12-07 07:39 am UTC (link)
	It was the kiss that finally told him. He didn't beg. He didn't ask. He just let his vessel release a few tears. He had let his Father down. He had caused Him pain. Too late he realised this was his true punishment. Too late he realised that was the very last thing he ever wanted to do. Just in time he realised that it was the last thing he ever would. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

heavenslancer
2009-12-07 11:39 am UTC (link)

Castiel stared, ridged, paralysed. His face fell open as his hands fell away from Dean's ears.

He backed away from all of them. His Grace expanded in a wordless scream only his Father, his siblings, could hear. He backed away and kept backing away, his terror filling the space around him, invisible and white hot.

He back away and backed away and then he was gone.

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righteousman
2009-12-10 01:26 am UTC (link)

Dean stared. He hadn't expected that, but then again he understood. He was somehow more comfortable with the idea of a wrathful God than a sweet and friendly God. It fit the image he had grown up with better. Still, he was starting to think that maybe this wasn't the idea of God that Cas was comfortable with. Definitely not, as Cas backed away in a terrified panic.

"Cas!" he shouted, as the angel disappeared. Then he looked at God, silently asking her to help. He had no idea where Cas had gone and, unlike the angel, he couldn't just disappear and reappear wherever he was.

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skeeballfanatic
2009-12-10 02:38 am UTC (link)

God's eyes slid closed as Castiel's Grace assaulted her senses and sent a sharp stab of pain through her very essence. She didn't watch his retreat. She didn't need to. She had known it was likely to happen and, now that it was, didn't need to turn and see it to feel it taking place. His terror was almost tangible... and was due to her.

She re-opened her eyes when Dean shouted, turning to face him. Her eyes shone with sorrow, with pain for the loss she felt and the terror Castiel was experiencing. Giving a nod of her head at his silent plea for her help, God raised an arm and pointed back in the direction of his apartment.

It was an easily understood command. Go. I'll take care of Castiel.

And then God was gone as well, to do precisely that.

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