Ceteris Paribus (18a/21)
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super_seme04AN: It's the little things that matter the most in life when things change. Sorry for the delay but summer classes are no joke. I will post when I can and three more chapters then much, much more. Is anyone else excited? *Cheshire grin*
Chapter Eighteen: Is There a Slayer in the House?
"Uriel?"
She gazed at him, attentive and still.
"Be careful," Gabriel sighed.
She did not smile but her eyes briefly softened.
"All will be well," she said with a tilt of her head.
He nodded then silently watched as shetook flight.
"No matter what I do, I know she will never forgive me," Gabriel said as he was joined by Raphael. "Eons have gone by but she still holds him in her heart."
"A love like that is not one easily forgotten," Raphael chidingly said.
"We love her, is that not enough," Gabriel asked in frustration. "Michael loves her."
Raphael gave the other Archangel a pitying look as he realized his words.
"Gabriel, I do not enjoy your suffering though it is somewhat amusing," Raphael confessed with a sigh, "but I will tell you that love without understanding is not love. We do not love Uriel because we have to, we love her because she is our sister, our comrade, but above all else, our friend," he reminded the other.
"The loss of Lucifer hurt us all deeply but Uriel's soul still weeps. I will not pretend to understand her pain, but I will offer comfort without question... even if her pride will not permit her to seek me out," Raphael said with a fond grin as he rolled his eyes. "She is one of the strongest among us but love is the Achilles' heel that we all share."
"I suppose," Gabriel said with a frown.
"All will be well," Raphael promised.
"...The last time you said that-"
"Hush."
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In his life (his second one if you really thought about it, but death was only a minor inconvenience), Dean had experienced many... strange things.
Ghosts and demons and pirates and evil clowns galore, but none of them had prepared him for this.
"What were you dreaming about?"
Uriel.
Sitting on his bed.
Staring at him.
With her hands in her lap and her head tilted.
Like a freakin' kitten or an... angel.
She was an angel, an Archangel, but Dean had one too many drinks with her for it to stick.
"...This isn't Sam's bed," he weakly said.
Ah, there was the Uriel he knew and lo... slightly tolerated.
Eyebrow cocked and mouth ready with easily spoken words that stung like acid rain.
"I know Sam's bed."
The words she didn't say were enough to fully wake Dean up. He would've gladly dreamed of Hell instead of whatever is was that Sam and Uriel did or had already done.
Dean shuddered then wiped at his eyes. "Where's your better half," he asked as he sat up.
Uriel shrugged and Dean looked at her incredulously.
"You don't care?"
"Castiel is more than capable of taking care of himself," she said as she glared down at him. "He ripped you out of Hell. You should be the last person doubting his abilities."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Dean muttered as he fidgeted. "Could you... turn around or something?"
Uriel rolled her eyes but complied.
"The fact that you lack pants or any kind of undergarment is none of my concern... and I've seen bigger."
"Turn. Around."
--------
Surprisingly, the last couple of days (or was it weeks, months, or years) had been peaceful for Anna.
The journey to what she once was never managed to discourage her, and her former brothers and sisters were as kind as ever.
"We have missed you, Anna."
"Welcome back, Anna."
"Welcome home, Anna."
Home.
No pain or sorrow or suffering.
Home.
Today, or whatever day it was, Anna sat under the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil because she was feeling nostalgic.
Castiel and Uriel used to sit under this very tree with her. She would sing them songs and tell them stories. They were delighted by every single world that fell from her lips. Even Lucifer would sometimes join them but that was so long ago.
They were all so innocent back then.
She looked down at the apple she held in her hands and sighed as she flung it away.
"Were you allergic?"
"Huh?"
It would take a while for the human response to fade and have the head tilt retake its place.
"Were you allergic to apples when you were human," Raguel asked with laughter in his eyes. "I've always been more fond of strawberries. They're an attractive fruit and you can eat them in attractive ways," he said with a wink as he pulled one from the fabric of time and space. "Michael likes apples," Raguel added as he sprawled beside her on the forever green grass that carpeted the Garden of Eden.
"...You could have sucked the solar system into a black hole," Anna numbly said.
"A super massive black hole," Raguel corrected as he licked strawberry juice from the left corner of his mouth. "Mankind is constantly on the brink of total and complete annihilation," the Archangel said with a smile. "God's mercy and grace is the only reason the sun hasn't swallowed up that teeny tiny solar system that has your heart all... a-flutter," he dramatically sighed.
"...Were you always such a jerk," Anna asked as she studied him.
"Being indestructible kind of makes you jaded," Raguel said with a grin and a shrug. "You also used to respect me without question," he chuckled. "I suppose being human made you look at personality rather than position of power," he said with a frown. "Shame on you for refusing to be shallow!"
Anna watched in confusion as he flicked her nose.
"Ow!"
"Have a strawberry."
Did Archangels actually behave like this or had she been away for that long?
"We save the pomp and circumstance for public appearances," Raguel secretively whispered to her. "Ramiel and Rapahel are the only ones that are actually like that all the time," he said as he rolled his eyes. "Uriel is somewhat... elusive and withdrawn. Michael is a lot less gloom and doom and Gabriel likes to think he's our mother... Zerachiel is the original brat. How's the strawberry," he suddenly asked.
"...Delicious," Anna said after she chewed.
"Anyway, I just want you to know that it's okay if you're still feeling a little out of place," Raguel gently said as he patted her on the knee. "You were human and you will always remember being human so of course there's going to be a little... What do human call it," he asked as he poked her.
"...Culture shock?"
"Yes," Raguel said as he snapped his fingers.
They got a few odd looks but he quickly continued.
"You may remember being human, but you need to realize that you were this and you will always be this," he said. "You were created to be perfection, faith, and the smiting hand of God."
"And because of that, because of your purpose, you should feel no doubt or fear because you are as you are meant to be," Raguel explained. "Have another strawberry."
Anna did eat another strawberry and Raguel's words, though strange and more blunt than necessary, made her heart feel lighter.
Having an endless supply to the universe's freshest strawberries may have also helped.
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"Okay, you didn't tell me what you wanted so I have a cheese burger, a breakfast bagel, a breakfast wrap, and... you in bed with my girlfriend."
Sam throwing an arm over his eyes was pure instinct due to years of walking in on Dean with girls, but that was the first time that Dean had went flying across the room when he did that.
"I also have coffee and a fat free latte made with soy milk," Sam blurted out as he stumbled forward.
"I'm your girlfriend," he heard Uriel asked.
"...Ow," Dean croaked from wherever he had landed.
The coffee and latte were now casualties of Sam's sudden spaz attack, but the food remained unharmed.
He cautiously lowered his arm then looked at Uriel.
"Well, "the angel-"
"Archangel."
Sam rolled his eyes but found himself smiling.
"The Archangel I'm sleeping with" makes me sound kind of douchey," he said.
"Awww, you still do respect me." Uriel cooed as she swooned.
"Once again, ow," Dean slowly said. "Aren't your powers supposed to be..."
He waved his hands vaguely but both Uriel and Sam just stared at him blankly.
"Gone? You know, not working," Dean asked as he glared them.
Sam perched on a corner of the bed and Uriel wiggled over to him to rest her head on his shoulder.
"I assure you that Sam is doing nothing to encourage the growth of his powers," Uriel said as she shamelessly nuzzled his shoulder. "That would be unwise and just... stupid," she flatly added.
Sam nodded in agreement and Dean wished they would move the love fest to Sam's bed.
Uriel smirked as if she plucked the thought from his head, and Dean ran to the shower. Soap and water would hopefully be enough to scrub away the images that assaulted his mind.
--------
"Was Uriel actually here for a reason or does she just enjoy watching me sleep," Dean asked Sam after he finally left the safety of the bathroom.
If Sam looked more... rumpled than usual, Dean didn't care to ask why.
"Vampires," Sam said with a grin.
"...Stab stab twist?"
"Dean."
"What? We're trying to stop the Apocalypse and they send us after vampires," he asked. "Sammy," Dean said as solemnly as a man wearing a towel could, "that's like throwing quarters at a stripper and that's just insulting!"
"...So you don't want to hunt down Dracula?"
"...Dracula? Do you really believe that-"
"During Oktoberfest?"
"...Well-"
"With busty tavern wenches," Sam asked with a raised eyebrow. "I thought you would be up to it, but I guess that-"
Dean was dressed in less than ten seconds, packed in less than four, and in the Impala in less than two and a half seconds.
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Now playing: Tori Amos - She's Your Cocaine
via FoxyTunes
Chapter Eighteen: Is There a Slayer in the House?
"Uriel?"
She gazed at him, attentive and still.
"Be careful," Gabriel sighed.
She did not smile but her eyes briefly softened.
"All will be well," she said with a tilt of her head.
He nodded then silently watched as shetook flight.
"No matter what I do, I know she will never forgive me," Gabriel said as he was joined by Raphael. "Eons have gone by but she still holds him in her heart."
"A love like that is not one easily forgotten," Raphael chidingly said.
"We love her, is that not enough," Gabriel asked in frustration. "Michael loves her."
Raphael gave the other Archangel a pitying look as he realized his words.
"Gabriel, I do not enjoy your suffering though it is somewhat amusing," Raphael confessed with a sigh, "but I will tell you that love without understanding is not love. We do not love Uriel because we have to, we love her because she is our sister, our comrade, but above all else, our friend," he reminded the other.
"The loss of Lucifer hurt us all deeply but Uriel's soul still weeps. I will not pretend to understand her pain, but I will offer comfort without question... even if her pride will not permit her to seek me out," Raphael said with a fond grin as he rolled his eyes. "She is one of the strongest among us but love is the Achilles' heel that we all share."
"I suppose," Gabriel said with a frown.
"All will be well," Raphael promised.
"...The last time you said that-"
"Hush."
--------
In his life (his second one if you really thought about it, but death was only a minor inconvenience), Dean had experienced many... strange things.
Ghosts and demons and pirates and evil clowns galore, but none of them had prepared him for this.
"What were you dreaming about?"
Uriel.
Sitting on his bed.
Staring at him.
With her hands in her lap and her head tilted.
Like a freakin' kitten or an... angel.
She was an angel, an Archangel, but Dean had one too many drinks with her for it to stick.
"...This isn't Sam's bed," he weakly said.
Ah, there was the Uriel he knew and lo... slightly tolerated.
Eyebrow cocked and mouth ready with easily spoken words that stung like acid rain.
"I know Sam's bed."
The words she didn't say were enough to fully wake Dean up. He would've gladly dreamed of Hell instead of whatever is was that Sam and Uriel did or had already done.
Dean shuddered then wiped at his eyes. "Where's your better half," he asked as he sat up.
Uriel shrugged and Dean looked at her incredulously.
"You don't care?"
"Castiel is more than capable of taking care of himself," she said as she glared down at him. "He ripped you out of Hell. You should be the last person doubting his abilities."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Dean muttered as he fidgeted. "Could you... turn around or something?"
Uriel rolled her eyes but complied.
"The fact that you lack pants or any kind of undergarment is none of my concern... and I've seen bigger."
"Turn. Around."
--------
Surprisingly, the last couple of days (or was it weeks, months, or years) had been peaceful for Anna.
The journey to what she once was never managed to discourage her, and her former brothers and sisters were as kind as ever.
"We have missed you, Anna."
"Welcome back, Anna."
"Welcome home, Anna."
Home.
No pain or sorrow or suffering.
Home.
Today, or whatever day it was, Anna sat under the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil because she was feeling nostalgic.
Castiel and Uriel used to sit under this very tree with her. She would sing them songs and tell them stories. They were delighted by every single world that fell from her lips. Even Lucifer would sometimes join them but that was so long ago.
They were all so innocent back then.
She looked down at the apple she held in her hands and sighed as she flung it away.
"Were you allergic?"
"Huh?"
It would take a while for the human response to fade and have the head tilt retake its place.
"Were you allergic to apples when you were human," Raguel asked with laughter in his eyes. "I've always been more fond of strawberries. They're an attractive fruit and you can eat them in attractive ways," he said with a wink as he pulled one from the fabric of time and space. "Michael likes apples," Raguel added as he sprawled beside her on the forever green grass that carpeted the Garden of Eden.
"...You could have sucked the solar system into a black hole," Anna numbly said.
"A super massive black hole," Raguel corrected as he licked strawberry juice from the left corner of his mouth. "Mankind is constantly on the brink of total and complete annihilation," the Archangel said with a smile. "God's mercy and grace is the only reason the sun hasn't swallowed up that teeny tiny solar system that has your heart all... a-flutter," he dramatically sighed.
"...Were you always such a jerk," Anna asked as she studied him.
"Being indestructible kind of makes you jaded," Raguel said with a grin and a shrug. "You also used to respect me without question," he chuckled. "I suppose being human made you look at personality rather than position of power," he said with a frown. "Shame on you for refusing to be shallow!"
Anna watched in confusion as he flicked her nose.
"Ow!"
"Have a strawberry."
Did Archangels actually behave like this or had she been away for that long?
"We save the pomp and circumstance for public appearances," Raguel secretively whispered to her. "Ramiel and Rapahel are the only ones that are actually like that all the time," he said as he rolled his eyes. "Uriel is somewhat... elusive and withdrawn. Michael is a lot less gloom and doom and Gabriel likes to think he's our mother... Zerachiel is the original brat. How's the strawberry," he suddenly asked.
"...Delicious," Anna said after she chewed.
"Anyway, I just want you to know that it's okay if you're still feeling a little out of place," Raguel gently said as he patted her on the knee. "You were human and you will always remember being human so of course there's going to be a little... What do human call it," he asked as he poked her.
"...Culture shock?"
"Yes," Raguel said as he snapped his fingers.
They got a few odd looks but he quickly continued.
"You may remember being human, but you need to realize that you were this and you will always be this," he said. "You were created to be perfection, faith, and the smiting hand of God."
"And because of that, because of your purpose, you should feel no doubt or fear because you are as you are meant to be," Raguel explained. "Have another strawberry."
Anna did eat another strawberry and Raguel's words, though strange and more blunt than necessary, made her heart feel lighter.
Having an endless supply to the universe's freshest strawberries may have also helped.
--------
"Okay, you didn't tell me what you wanted so I have a cheese burger, a breakfast bagel, a breakfast wrap, and... you in bed with my girlfriend."
Sam throwing an arm over his eyes was pure instinct due to years of walking in on Dean with girls, but that was the first time that Dean had went flying across the room when he did that.
"I also have coffee and a fat free latte made with soy milk," Sam blurted out as he stumbled forward.
"I'm your girlfriend," he heard Uriel asked.
"...Ow," Dean croaked from wherever he had landed.
The coffee and latte were now casualties of Sam's sudden spaz attack, but the food remained unharmed.
He cautiously lowered his arm then looked at Uriel.
"Well, "the angel-"
"Archangel."
Sam rolled his eyes but found himself smiling.
"The Archangel I'm sleeping with" makes me sound kind of douchey," he said.
"Awww, you still do respect me." Uriel cooed as she swooned.
"Once again, ow," Dean slowly said. "Aren't your powers supposed to be..."
He waved his hands vaguely but both Uriel and Sam just stared at him blankly.
"Gone? You know, not working," Dean asked as he glared them.
Sam perched on a corner of the bed and Uriel wiggled over to him to rest her head on his shoulder.
"I assure you that Sam is doing nothing to encourage the growth of his powers," Uriel said as she shamelessly nuzzled his shoulder. "That would be unwise and just... stupid," she flatly added.
Sam nodded in agreement and Dean wished they would move the love fest to Sam's bed.
Uriel smirked as if she plucked the thought from his head, and Dean ran to the shower. Soap and water would hopefully be enough to scrub away the images that assaulted his mind.
--------
"Was Uriel actually here for a reason or does she just enjoy watching me sleep," Dean asked Sam after he finally left the safety of the bathroom.
If Sam looked more... rumpled than usual, Dean didn't care to ask why.
"Vampires," Sam said with a grin.
"...Stab stab twist?"
"Dean."
"What? We're trying to stop the Apocalypse and they send us after vampires," he asked. "Sammy," Dean said as solemnly as a man wearing a towel could, "that's like throwing quarters at a stripper and that's just insulting!"
"...So you don't want to hunt down Dracula?"
"...Dracula? Do you really believe that-"
"During Oktoberfest?"
"...Well-"
"With busty tavern wenches," Sam asked with a raised eyebrow. "I thought you would be up to it, but I guess that-"
Dean was dressed in less than ten seconds, packed in less than four, and in the Impala in less than two and a half seconds.
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Now playing: Tori Amos - She's Your Cocaine
via FoxyTunes
