Castiel (![]() ![]() @ 2013-04-23 21:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | !status: complete, anna milton, castiel |
How We Differ (Flashback 1; Anna)
[Taken originally from here.]
Waking up and feeling the sensations of weakness were becoming somewhat commonplace for Castiel. He didn't like it...but there was no time to contemplate his failing Grace or even the fact that he likely would not be able to return Sam and Dean to the present because there were other wrongs at hand. He was in a room...and given the shape of the bed and the pink color adorning the walls, the room was meant for mating humans. Dean's sense of humor, most likely. It was also dark, which meant that he likely did not have much time if Sam and Dean were not dead already.
Standing took some preparation and focus and even then his vessel's legs felt rubbery. But he could still feel Anna's Grace. It was close, but there were other presences corrupting the clear signal. Something that felt like Uriel or at least an amalgamation of him and...oh no...
He focused his damaged Grace as well as he could in the direction of the old farmhouse where she was located and converted himself down to the celestial wave of light, moving at the speed of it, which he supposed was appropriate. He knew that he would not be able to stop Michael from speaking with the boys. Knowing him, that part would be inevitable, but he knew Michael would not harm the boys. He was likely there to stop the one person who aimed to and with that in mind, Castiel aimed to right at least one of his past wrongs.
Once he arrived, his vision was blurred, but he knew it was not John Winchester standing before him. It was Michael, plain and simple and he was advancing on Anna. Sam lay dead on the floor. Nothing could be done about that, but he was confident that Michael would revive him - his desire to face Lucifer on the chosen battlefield was too great, so in the end, he was risking nothing at least where Sam and Dean were concerned. Anna was likely to disapprove of this, but without much thought beyond that, he took hold of her shoulder and opened his wings, transporting them both as far away as he possibly could.
Which as it would turn out, was nothing more than a parking lot on the outskirts of Lawrence, Kansas. But it would do for the time being. Yet the moment, he hit the ground, he fell and had to quickly right himself. Anna would want to fight. Now if only he could stop coughing up blood onto the pavement...