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of castiel ♃ (castieli) wrote in silverage,

For a fraction of a second, Castiel had the grace to adopt an expression that maybe resembled shame as he admitted, truthfully, that he did not know. They were warriors, after all, serving Heaven, not men, and it was generally accepted that individual lives were expendable in view of the Grand Scheme. Some were more comfortable with the idea than others. As for Castiel . . . he had the occasional misgiving, but obedience trumped all because the orders came from God and that made it righteous. Now that they were denied access to the outside world, the orders were commingled out of dissension in their ranks. It made him uneasy.

But they were at war. A cold war of their own, one might say, but a war nevertheless. Granted, they had not expected to clash so openly against the forces of Hell this early in the game, when the chosen vessels had not even been born yet. Given the circumstances, however, a turf war over the fair city of New York could not be avoided.

"I don't know. That is why we need you in peak condition." Partway to placing one hand on her troubled shoulder, he recalled what she had said about permission. He paused awkwardly, then asked: "May I?"