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super_seme04) wrote2010-02-09 11:53 am
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¿Qué hora es? (10/12)
AN: Don’t tell the end.
The Beginning
"Before Cain slew Abel and before Eve tasted of the fruit, there was Them.
They were created to glorify His name and do as He commanded.
They were perfect in every way conceivable.
Among Them were the Seven.
The Archangels.
Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, Uriel, Raguel, Ramiel, Zerachiel.
Of all the angels, they were the most exalted but never feared.
They were brothers and sisters in faith and truth because faith and truth was the Word, and the Word was God.
They had no faults and felt no malice.
God created Man to fellowship with Him and the brightest of all the angels, the Morningstar, brother to all but best beloved to the Archangel Michael, knew jealousy.
According to the Word, since the Word was God and the Word was faith and truth, Lucifer rose against God and was hurled out of Heaven. Those that saw him fall mistook him for a bolt of lightning.
In the guise of a serpent, the Morningstar slithered to Man and tempted Man.
He was successful.
Man fell as far away from God as the Morningstar himself did.
Man soon learned to fear God and the shame of nakedness.
The Archangel Michael soon learned the ache of loneliness how the sweetest of memories only caused bitterness.
He learned self loathing.
He learned to hide.
Michael learned to hide so well that he was never found again."
Everyone found a chair to sit in, but Castiel sits at Tyler's feet with his head resting against Tyler's knee.
Dean is leaning against the counter with his head bowed.
“…That's a nice story, but how does that stop the world from ending,” he asked with a raised eyebrow. “And if all of your best and brightest of bad asses are here, where’s Michael?”
Gabriel stays uncharacteristically quiet as he rolls a cherry Jolly Rancher around in his mouth.
He raises his hand as Dean continues to look expectantly at Castiel.
“Can I please, please, please, puh-leeze-”
“No.”
“But the look on his face would be-”
“No,” Tyler repeats.
It’s still raining.
Sam walks into the kitchen and ignores the tension to lead a tall, dark, unsmiling woman to Tyler.
Clinging to her arm is a girl who could best be described as petite. She’s small in every way possible and hides behind her long, dark hair. Her skin is the color of caramel and soft looking. Her large, black coat swallows her up and makes her seem smaller than she already is.
She walks with light, shuffling steps and her head down.
Castiel makes a noise like he’s dying when he lays eyes on her, but Tyler just has to curl a finger in his hair to keep him still.
Gabriel looks impressed and surprisingly uncomfortable while Sam frowns and Dean clenches his jaw.
“Hiya, Zee,” Tyler says with a grin.
Zerachiel does not smile. She is dressed in well worn jeans and a shirt that may have been black once. Ironically, she’s wearing battered combat books and a faded bomber jacket with tattered wings on the back. Her hair is a tight mass of black curls that sits on her scalp.
The girl attached to her arm tries to curl deeper into herself under Tyler’s gaze.
“You’ve sinned against God and have already been punished,” he gently says so she‘ll look at him. “No one in this room can do worse than you have already experienced, Uriel.”
Her eyes are green and large and luminous as she smiles shakily.
Dean stares in disbelief.
“...What? That’s-”
“You will not raise your voice in my presence.".
Zerachiel's voice is slow and heavy like honey.
Uriel trembles beside her and keens like a frightened child as she clutches at her.
“I require a room.”
“Any room upstairs.”
Zerachiel nods then shushes Uriel with a song and Castiel stares after them like he just lost something.
“…I don’t see why anyone is surprised,” Gabriel says as he looks around. “God is not always a kind and loving God,” he snorts as he rolls three jaw breakers around in his hand. “Just because he gave you the Baby Jesus to die for your sins doesn’t mean he’s going to coddle you,” he adds as three turns into five. “You do realize we’re talking about the same God that has ordered the eradication of a whole people before, right,” he asked.
“When a Trickster is educating you on the ways of the Lord, you are truly experiencing a moral dilemma,” a very familiar voice drawls.
Raphael walks in and Castiel’s jaw cracks loud enough that Sam and Dean wince.
Gabriel quickly stands then drags the Winchesters out of the kitchen.
“Oops!”
He goes back in for Castiel then locks the door behind him.
A soon as the lock clicks, a light brighter than the sun explodes behind the door and there’s a silence only heard in death.
The door swings open once and all that’s seen is blood and fragments of what was once a body.
Tyler steps out looking like a coloring book gone horribly wrong then rocks on his heels.
“Don’t go in the kitchen.”
He smiles and the contrast of his movie star teeth against the blood drying on his skin is a startling one.
Castiel walks to Tyler like he’s being pulled by a string then kisses him slowly and soundly.
Dean chokes back a retch and Sam goes pale because this is so far from normal, even for them.
Gabriel’s mouth falls open a little and he blinks rapidly as he processes this image.
“...Okay, that is disgusting.”
Tyler raises an eyebrow at him over Castiel’s shoulder and Castiel hums against Tyler’s neck.
“Raphael will pull himself together in a couple of hours,” Tyler says with a pleased look.
Castiel laughs as if that was actually funny. Dean doesn’t know if this version of him is any better off than the one that he saw in the future.
Tyler notices him staring then winks like a man with a secret.
Dean's eyes narrow and Sam is trying to think of something to say.
“You’re getting the carpet dirty, Tyler,” Castiel sighs with a frown.
His clothes are stained with Raphael’s blood but he doesn’t seem to mind that much.
“Take care of it later,” Tyler says with a long suffering expression as his hands go to Castiel’s hips.
Tyler’s thumbs slide under Castiel’s shirt and Sam shoots a panicked look at Gabriel.
The three of them are suddenly in the room where Sam and Dean have been staying.
No one says anything and Gabriel pinches the bridge of his nose.
“When some of us fall, we fall wrong,” he explains. “The transition to what you are goes wrong and something is lost. A conscious, an emotion, whatever,” Gabriel says with a dismissive wave of his hand. “The thing is, Tyler didn’t fall. He left. Everything that he is now is all that he’s ever been. None of us just really noticed,” he grudgingly admitted.
Dean shakes his head and says nothing and Sam is sitting on his bed.
“...His name really isn’t Tyler, is it?”
Gabriel chuckles and there’s no joy in it.
“I’m surprised that it took you so long. You’re suppose to be the smart one, Sam,” he says in a disappointed tone.
“No.”
Gabriel rolls his eyes.
“No, no, no, no, no.”
“Don’t be so dramatic, Dean. It‘s very unattractive,” Gabriel sighs.
“You’ve got to be kidding! That psychopath downstairs is Michael? You guys actually wanted that nut job to wear me?”
Dean takes a shaky breath as he paces the room then clenches his fists.
“We left Cas here. We left Cas here with that…”
“Spoiler alert: he could’ve left anytime he wanted to! The only reason that Castiel would be tied down here is because he asked for it, Dean. You’re not his mother, you’re not his father, he’s obviously not yours so suck it up and swallow, boys,” Gabriel says as he crosses his arms over his chest.
“You can have an intervention for Castiel after we stop the Apocalypse, capishe? You’re not the only ones worried about him,” the Archangel muttered.
For the rest of the day, everyone pretty much keeps to themselves.
The Archangels aren’t use to sharing such a small space, but they're learning.
Ramiel and Raguel roll in around midnight, something about a burning bush in the Mojave Desert, and Tyler gathers everyone in the living room.
Sam is staring at Uriel and she’s twitching nervously because of it.
Dean doesn’t know how to feel about her yet, but he hits Sam then points at Zerachiel.
Her eyes are like jagged pieces of glass and her head is tilted at an angle that hurts to look at.
Sam swallows uneasily and Ramiel and Raguel giggle to themselves.
They look so similar that they could be twins, but Ramiel has gray eyes to offset Raguel’s brown and Raguel has a wider mouth compared to his brother’s cupid’s bow.
They’ve never been without each other for more than two seconds and it shows. They’re constantly touching and always in sync.
Tyler looks at them with a soft fondness in his eyes.
They’re poking Raphael to test if all his nerves are properly connected.
Castiel smiles at their shenanigans and Dean’s stomach twists.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we’re going to stop the world from ending,” Tyler says with a smile. “Before you ask, I don’t have a plan.”
No one except Sam and Dean look concerned about that piece of new information.
“Sixteen minuets ago, Pestilence was freed.”
Ramiel and Raguel nod.
“She’s creepy, like, huge spider in the shower creepy.”
“She never blinks. Ever. Her eyes have these things that-”
Gabriel elbows Ramiel in the ribs.
“…She’s just really, really, really creepy,” Raguel says as he gently rubs Ramiel’s side with careful fingers.
Castiel tilts his head.
“We’re just gonna wing it,” Tyler simply says.
Uriel looks at Tyler like he’s more foolish that she ever thought he was, but seems to get over it very quickly. She stands then waves at everyone and goes all the way around the couch so she won’t have to walk by Sam.
She smiles awkwardly at him then shrugs and goes upstairs.
Everyone else follows her example.
Sam, Dean, Tyler, and Castiel are left downstairs.
They stare at them and wait for someone to reassure them that they’re not going to die in a couple of hours.
“I have a plan.”
They don’t look relieved.
“If you don’t trust me, you should at least trust Castiel,” Tyler says like he doesn't care.
He doesn't.
They don’t know what to think of this new Castiel that laughs at pain and smiles at suffering, but they know that their Castiel isn’t completely gone.
“All will be well,” he promises.
Sam doesn’t look convinced and Dean doesn’t have faith, but he does believe in Castiel.
“Let’s get some sleep, Sammy...”
Castiel smiles and Dean’s sees the angel that didn’t get his pop culture references and never quite learned the concept of personal space.
Tyler did change Castiel but he’s still there.
Maybe he didn’t change at all.
That leads Dean to thoughts that he’s not ready to face, so he just goes up the stairs and falls into bed.
Sam is asleep within seconds and Dean is lulled to sleep by Zerachiel’s humming.
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Now playing: Franz Ferdinand - Outsiders
via FoxyTunes
The Beginning
"Before Cain slew Abel and before Eve tasted of the fruit, there was Them.
They were created to glorify His name and do as He commanded.
They were perfect in every way conceivable.
Among Them were the Seven.
The Archangels.
Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, Uriel, Raguel, Ramiel, Zerachiel.
Of all the angels, they were the most exalted but never feared.
They were brothers and sisters in faith and truth because faith and truth was the Word, and the Word was God.
They had no faults and felt no malice.
God created Man to fellowship with Him and the brightest of all the angels, the Morningstar, brother to all but best beloved to the Archangel Michael, knew jealousy.
According to the Word, since the Word was God and the Word was faith and truth, Lucifer rose against God and was hurled out of Heaven. Those that saw him fall mistook him for a bolt of lightning.
In the guise of a serpent, the Morningstar slithered to Man and tempted Man.
He was successful.
Man fell as far away from God as the Morningstar himself did.
Man soon learned to fear God and the shame of nakedness.
The Archangel Michael soon learned the ache of loneliness how the sweetest of memories only caused bitterness.
He learned self loathing.
He learned to hide.
Michael learned to hide so well that he was never found again."
Everyone found a chair to sit in, but Castiel sits at Tyler's feet with his head resting against Tyler's knee.
Dean is leaning against the counter with his head bowed.
“…That's a nice story, but how does that stop the world from ending,” he asked with a raised eyebrow. “And if all of your best and brightest of bad asses are here, where’s Michael?”
Gabriel stays uncharacteristically quiet as he rolls a cherry Jolly Rancher around in his mouth.
He raises his hand as Dean continues to look expectantly at Castiel.
“Can I please, please, please, puh-leeze-”
“No.”
“But the look on his face would be-”
“No,” Tyler repeats.
It’s still raining.
Sam walks into the kitchen and ignores the tension to lead a tall, dark, unsmiling woman to Tyler.
Clinging to her arm is a girl who could best be described as petite. She’s small in every way possible and hides behind her long, dark hair. Her skin is the color of caramel and soft looking. Her large, black coat swallows her up and makes her seem smaller than she already is.
She walks with light, shuffling steps and her head down.
Castiel makes a noise like he’s dying when he lays eyes on her, but Tyler just has to curl a finger in his hair to keep him still.
Gabriel looks impressed and surprisingly uncomfortable while Sam frowns and Dean clenches his jaw.
“Hiya, Zee,” Tyler says with a grin.
Zerachiel does not smile. She is dressed in well worn jeans and a shirt that may have been black once. Ironically, she’s wearing battered combat books and a faded bomber jacket with tattered wings on the back. Her hair is a tight mass of black curls that sits on her scalp.
The girl attached to her arm tries to curl deeper into herself under Tyler’s gaze.
“You’ve sinned against God and have already been punished,” he gently says so she‘ll look at him. “No one in this room can do worse than you have already experienced, Uriel.”
Her eyes are green and large and luminous as she smiles shakily.
Dean stares in disbelief.
“...What? That’s-”
“You will not raise your voice in my presence.".
Zerachiel's voice is slow and heavy like honey.
Uriel trembles beside her and keens like a frightened child as she clutches at her.
“I require a room.”
“Any room upstairs.”
Zerachiel nods then shushes Uriel with a song and Castiel stares after them like he just lost something.
“…I don’t see why anyone is surprised,” Gabriel says as he looks around. “God is not always a kind and loving God,” he snorts as he rolls three jaw breakers around in his hand. “Just because he gave you the Baby Jesus to die for your sins doesn’t mean he’s going to coddle you,” he adds as three turns into five. “You do realize we’re talking about the same God that has ordered the eradication of a whole people before, right,” he asked.
“When a Trickster is educating you on the ways of the Lord, you are truly experiencing a moral dilemma,” a very familiar voice drawls.
Raphael walks in and Castiel’s jaw cracks loud enough that Sam and Dean wince.
Gabriel quickly stands then drags the Winchesters out of the kitchen.
“Oops!”
He goes back in for Castiel then locks the door behind him.
A soon as the lock clicks, a light brighter than the sun explodes behind the door and there’s a silence only heard in death.
The door swings open once and all that’s seen is blood and fragments of what was once a body.
Tyler steps out looking like a coloring book gone horribly wrong then rocks on his heels.
“Don’t go in the kitchen.”
He smiles and the contrast of his movie star teeth against the blood drying on his skin is a startling one.
Castiel walks to Tyler like he’s being pulled by a string then kisses him slowly and soundly.
Dean chokes back a retch and Sam goes pale because this is so far from normal, even for them.
Gabriel’s mouth falls open a little and he blinks rapidly as he processes this image.
“...Okay, that is disgusting.”
Tyler raises an eyebrow at him over Castiel’s shoulder and Castiel hums against Tyler’s neck.
“Raphael will pull himself together in a couple of hours,” Tyler says with a pleased look.
Castiel laughs as if that was actually funny. Dean doesn’t know if this version of him is any better off than the one that he saw in the future.
Tyler notices him staring then winks like a man with a secret.
Dean's eyes narrow and Sam is trying to think of something to say.
“You’re getting the carpet dirty, Tyler,” Castiel sighs with a frown.
His clothes are stained with Raphael’s blood but he doesn’t seem to mind that much.
“Take care of it later,” Tyler says with a long suffering expression as his hands go to Castiel’s hips.
Tyler’s thumbs slide under Castiel’s shirt and Sam shoots a panicked look at Gabriel.
The three of them are suddenly in the room where Sam and Dean have been staying.
No one says anything and Gabriel pinches the bridge of his nose.
“When some of us fall, we fall wrong,” he explains. “The transition to what you are goes wrong and something is lost. A conscious, an emotion, whatever,” Gabriel says with a dismissive wave of his hand. “The thing is, Tyler didn’t fall. He left. Everything that he is now is all that he’s ever been. None of us just really noticed,” he grudgingly admitted.
Dean shakes his head and says nothing and Sam is sitting on his bed.
“...His name really isn’t Tyler, is it?”
Gabriel chuckles and there’s no joy in it.
“I’m surprised that it took you so long. You’re suppose to be the smart one, Sam,” he says in a disappointed tone.
“No.”
Gabriel rolls his eyes.
“No, no, no, no, no.”
“Don’t be so dramatic, Dean. It‘s very unattractive,” Gabriel sighs.
“You’ve got to be kidding! That psychopath downstairs is Michael? You guys actually wanted that nut job to wear me?”
Dean takes a shaky breath as he paces the room then clenches his fists.
“We left Cas here. We left Cas here with that…”
“Spoiler alert: he could’ve left anytime he wanted to! The only reason that Castiel would be tied down here is because he asked for it, Dean. You’re not his mother, you’re not his father, he’s obviously not yours so suck it up and swallow, boys,” Gabriel says as he crosses his arms over his chest.
“You can have an intervention for Castiel after we stop the Apocalypse, capishe? You’re not the only ones worried about him,” the Archangel muttered.
For the rest of the day, everyone pretty much keeps to themselves.
The Archangels aren’t use to sharing such a small space, but they're learning.
Ramiel and Raguel roll in around midnight, something about a burning bush in the Mojave Desert, and Tyler gathers everyone in the living room.
Sam is staring at Uriel and she’s twitching nervously because of it.
Dean doesn’t know how to feel about her yet, but he hits Sam then points at Zerachiel.
Her eyes are like jagged pieces of glass and her head is tilted at an angle that hurts to look at.
Sam swallows uneasily and Ramiel and Raguel giggle to themselves.
They look so similar that they could be twins, but Ramiel has gray eyes to offset Raguel’s brown and Raguel has a wider mouth compared to his brother’s cupid’s bow.
They’ve never been without each other for more than two seconds and it shows. They’re constantly touching and always in sync.
Tyler looks at them with a soft fondness in his eyes.
They’re poking Raphael to test if all his nerves are properly connected.
Castiel smiles at their shenanigans and Dean’s stomach twists.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we’re going to stop the world from ending,” Tyler says with a smile. “Before you ask, I don’t have a plan.”
No one except Sam and Dean look concerned about that piece of new information.
“Sixteen minuets ago, Pestilence was freed.”
Ramiel and Raguel nod.
“She’s creepy, like, huge spider in the shower creepy.”
“She never blinks. Ever. Her eyes have these things that-”
Gabriel elbows Ramiel in the ribs.
“…She’s just really, really, really creepy,” Raguel says as he gently rubs Ramiel’s side with careful fingers.
Castiel tilts his head.
“We’re just gonna wing it,” Tyler simply says.
Uriel looks at Tyler like he’s more foolish that she ever thought he was, but seems to get over it very quickly. She stands then waves at everyone and goes all the way around the couch so she won’t have to walk by Sam.
She smiles awkwardly at him then shrugs and goes upstairs.
Everyone else follows her example.
Sam, Dean, Tyler, and Castiel are left downstairs.
They stare at them and wait for someone to reassure them that they’re not going to die in a couple of hours.
“I have a plan.”
They don’t look relieved.
“If you don’t trust me, you should at least trust Castiel,” Tyler says like he doesn't care.
He doesn't.
They don’t know what to think of this new Castiel that laughs at pain and smiles at suffering, but they know that their Castiel isn’t completely gone.
“All will be well,” he promises.
Sam doesn’t look convinced and Dean doesn’t have faith, but he does believe in Castiel.
“Let’s get some sleep, Sammy...”
Castiel smiles and Dean’s sees the angel that didn’t get his pop culture references and never quite learned the concept of personal space.
Tyler did change Castiel but he’s still there.
Maybe he didn’t change at all.
That leads Dean to thoughts that he’s not ready to face, so he just goes up the stairs and falls into bed.
Sam is asleep within seconds and Dean is lulled to sleep by Zerachiel’s humming.
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via FoxyTunes