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:: wax on, wax off :: (skeeballfanatic) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2009-12-25 11:02:00

Entry tags:

!open, castiel, clark kent, damien thorn, god, satan

WHO: God (OPEN TO MULTIPLE THREADS)
WHAT: Celebrating Christmas, in Her own way.
WHEN: Christmas morning - 10am
WHERE: A church
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In Progress

Many skeptics believed that Christmas had become so commercialized, so focused on spending money buying things that people don't really need, that the real reason for the holiday had been lost. In some ways, perhaps, that was true. For some people it really was all about getting gifts rather than giving them, about selfish things rather than sharing love with those around them. Yet as a whole, those who celebrated tended to know the real reason for Christmas and most, in their own way, gave thanks for it.

And needless to say, it was typically a very busy day for God.

The fact of the matter was, when people prayed, God listened. No matter how small the prayer, no matter how seemingly insignificant, God was there. Smiling down upon them with love and compassion. And while Christmas was symbolic of the birth of her only begotten Son, people still prayed for themselves. Asked for things for their loved ones, for health and for happiness. And every single one of those prayers was acknowledged in some way. It was the one day that things were personally handled by her, as her own thanks to those who still remembered the sacrifice she'd made for humanity so very long ago.

So for the majority of the early morning, God had returned to Heaven to preside over Earth. Now that the sun had risen, though, she returned to Colligo to be with those who were cut off from her creation. She had spent a few hours walking the streets to be amongst the mortals. She had given food and blankets to a group of homeless who were huddled together in the park rather than going to one of the shelters in the city. She had made money appear in a single mother's purse so she could afford some last minute gifts for her children. And at long last, God had wound up at the very same church upon whose lawn she had met with Castiel a few months earlier.

There was a smile upon her face as she listened to the bells sound the beginning of the service. Her skirt flowed silently around her ankles as she stepped inside the building and looked around. Spotting an empty pew and made her way to it, deciding that this was where she would spend the next hour or so. Not up front, near the stained glass window that depicted an image of her Son and his disciples, nor at the alter where the men in cloth were beginning to pray to her, but at the very back of the congregation amongst those who were troubled yet still present. Those looking for guidance, clinging to their last shred of belief, and hoping with everything they had within their soul that God would smile upon them.

Little did they know that she already was.

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skeeballfanatic
2009-12-26 08:51 am UTC (link)

God's smile was an amused one when Castiel showed his disapproval at Dean's behavior toward her. She knew that to most, especially one as loyal as Castiel was, that her relationship with Dean seemed strange. In fact only her relationship with Morningstar would seem stranger, and that was one that most rarely if ever witnessed. Dean, however, was casual with her in all settings, both public and private.

Don't trouble yourself over Dean's behavior, Castiel, she finally told him, her tone still light and filled with faint amusement. He is well aware of his place and knows when to refrain from such familiarity.

She fell silent as the congregation began a prayer, allowing the words to wash over her. When they had finished as a whole, she glanced to Castiel once more. She picked back up the very same train of thought she'd had before the prayer had begun. Besides, were he to act as anyone but himself it would be a far greater insult to me than simply calling me Lady and his other, more unorthodox, actions in my presence.

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heavenslancer
2009-12-27 01:53 am UTC (link)

Castiel was relieved. Although he suspected his Father would have shown disapproval by now had he been concerned about Dean's behaviour it was good to hear in his Father's own voice he was not concerned. One of the things that had been concerning Castiel the most was a tension between his Father and his charge. He knew Dean would come off second-best and he he did not want Dean to be on the receiving end of his Father's wrath, even if it was deserved.

Castiel's eyes strayed to the being sitting at his Father's opposite side. He had paid him little attention, his Grace muffled by their Father's, until he heard his Father use it's name. That was when his eyes went wide, he tensed. For a moment he lost sight of his Father altogether. Only saw his brother. On his face was a look of pure distaste.

"What is he doing here?" Castiel spat. "Why is he walking free?" He did not address Lucifer directly though that would not hold.

He backed away a little, sliding across the pew but his eyes stayed fixed on Lucifer. He had to stop the next words out of his mouth. Now is your chance, Father. That would have been over-stepping his mark but he knew his Father could hear the thought. Castiel didn't know what to make of his brother's presence but he knew he had to keep him from Sam Winchester He knew his Father knew this too but Castiel had found, lately, may things he thought he knew were not even close to true. He had to trust Morningstar was under their Father's control. It was the only thing stopping him tearing out his brother's throat. It was the only thing keeping him from blasphemy.

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skeeballfanatic
2009-12-28 04:50 pm UTC (link)

Castiel.

Although her tone was firm, there was no rebuke in it. In fact there was more of a tinge of exasperation mixed with no small amount of caring. She had known the moment Castiel learned of Morningstar's presence within the city that he might react accordingly. In fact were she not present, she had little doubt he might have attacked the fallen angel outright. Which is partially why she was glad it had come to pass in this fashion. Who better to keep the younger angel from doing such a thing than her, after all.

Turning a bit in the pew, so her back was to Morningstar for the time being and she was facing Castiel directly, her gaze met his and her expression softened a bit. I do not expect you to understand, little one, but do try to calm yourself. Morningstar as no intention of making a bid for Sam Winchester in this place. This is not Earth and therefore not the planet over which Morningstar plans to someday rule. She is simply here, as I am, to relax and enjoy herself a bit.

A glance over her shoulder at the fallen angel in question and she added with bemusement, Perhaps a bit too much enjoyment, in this instance. Then she looked back to Castiel and lightly touched the seat he had been accompanying before sliding away from them both.

Now come. There is no need to fret and certainly no need to consider openly attacking another. Not today, and certainly not in this place.

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heavenslancer
2009-12-29 01:53 pm UTC (link)

Castiel had been experiencing a new-found defiance of late and, as Castiel never did things by halves, he had been showing everyone glimpses of his new nature. Everyone but his Father and his Father would never see it directed at him. God was right, Castiel did not understand, but if his Father said Sam was safe he had no choice but to believe and to be relieved. Sam was safe. Castiel relaxed a little. He still did not like being on the same space as Lucifer. He did not understand his Father's reaction to Lucifer, he could only trust it but it was hard. It was exceptionally hard.

He moved back to his former seat as his Father bid him but he made to attempt to communicate with Lucifer. There was a limit to how much he could restrain himself, even in a house of God. The congregation had began to sing a song of praise to his Father and Castiel looked to his Father for permission to join in.

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