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Tweak says, "your exodus laughing"

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 2009-12-07 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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