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super_seme04) wrote2010-02-14 08:03 pm
super_seme04) wrote2010-02-14 08:03 pm
¿Qué hora es? (11/12)
AN: Ashes to ashes.
The End
The Archangels stand behind Tyler and the Winchesters stand among them.
Castiel stands beside him.
The Horsemen stand behind Lucifer.
“Hello, brother.”
Tyler is shed like an old skin and Michael is a bright and unforgiving.
Detroit is a city frozen in rain and lit by lightning.
“Five against seven, that’s not fair,” War says with an indignant expression.
“All’s fair is love and war,” Gabriel taunts with the Trickster’s smile.
War throws back his head and laughs in approval.
“That one,” he says as he points at Gabriel, “is mine.”
Famine looks at Castiel as she spins and skips in the rain.
Death and Pestilence are silent and still and their calm is matched and mirrored by Ramiel and Raguel.
Sam and Dean are flanked by Zerachiel, Uriel, and Raphael.
Above them, Heaven splits open and spills down.
Below them, the Earth heaves and Hell bubbles to the surface.
“I love you,” Michael easily says to Lucifer despite the distance between them.
“I know,” Lucifer says with a smile that’s as sweet as it is bitter.
Tyler turns to Castiel then kisses him until his lips throb in time with his heart.
“You are the testament of my legacy,” Tyler says with a crooked grin. “They’ll cut you open to try to decipher my code so bleed for me because this is not love, but faith in pain and salvation in suffering.”
“Our gift is damnation,” Castiel sighs against Tyler’s lips.
“Our gift, my little idiot, is life,” Tyler corrects as he tugs on Castiel‘s hair. “They live and some will die so that their kingdom may come, but they’ll have to build it on top of our history.”
“Don’t go.”
Death passes over them to collect the souls of those that have already fallen in battle and Tyler tilts Castiel’s head up.
“I was never here.”
It’s Michael that gently kisses his forehead then licks away something that tasted like tears.
“Go to him, Castiel. He needs you more than I ever will.”
Castiel goes to Dean and Michael goes to Lucifer.
“Will you be able to kill me this time, brother?”
Lighting splits the sky in two and Michael is bright and unforgiving.
The angels sing at the sight of their brother, their commander and the demons cower, but War pushes them forward with a cold, unbending will.
Famine dances around this field of concrete and corpses with a wide, bloody mouth and hands covered in gore.
Where Pestilence walked, she is a tall, pale, regal figure dressed in black, all fell to their knees as their very flesh rotted off their bones.
All manners of unholy creatures rise from the ground and feast on the dead.
War strolls around with his hands in his pockets and whistles a lively tune as he steps over the dead and the dying.
He stops when he finds someone of interest.
“It’s been a long time, but Daddy still knows how to swing,” War says with an inviting look to Gabriel.
The large sword in his hand drips blood and the Archangel raises an eyebrow.
“Overcompensation, look it up,” Gabriel flatly advised.
Death continues to collect what is rightfully his as his white robes remain untouched and pristine.
Michael and Lucifer went to a place where none could follow.
“Cas!”
He looks up and catches the sword that was thrown at him to gut the nearest demon.
Anna smiles at him, her hair flying and her face streaked with blood.
In that moment, she really did look like an angel.
“Keep them safe!”
Castiel find himself standing in front of Dean and he eyes the sword in Castiel’s hand with more than a little skepticism.
“So, can there really only be one,” he asked with a smirk.
“So not the time, Dean,” Sam says as he rolls his eyes.
Holy water and bullets will only last for so long, but Archangels are relentless and untiring.
The storm rises and everyone is knocked off their feet as lightning suddenly lights the whole world.
“Shut your eyes!”
The angels turn as one and Dean thinks he sees what could be wings as he and Sam are wrapped in darkness.
There’s silence and the world is remade.
The demons are gone and the only ones left standing are confused angels.
And the Horsemen.
The sun is shining and the water is receding.
The Horsemen look up as if hearing something and Death nods slowly.
Famine whines but Death takes her hand and leads her to where Castiel stands.
He takes a step forward but Dean pulls him back against his chest.
“What are you doing,” he hisses into Castiel’s ear.
“She is returning a shard of his grace,” Uriel says as she gently pries Dean off of Castiel.
Her voice is light and clear like a bell and carries the edge of a new blade.
“You are keeping Famine from doing so,” she unnecessarily adds.
Castiel slips through Dean’s fingers and Uriel takes him to his brother.
“You were very yummy,” Famine says to Castiel with a dreamy smile. "The most delicious morsel I have ever tasted and I have tasted many..."
Her lips press against his in a kiss that is surprisingly chaste and Castiel feels as whole as he will ever be.
“We should do this again but without the, you know,” War says to Gabriel as he gestures around them.
“How about no,” Gabriel asked as he tilted his head.
“Your mouth says “no,” but your eyes say “yes, yes, yesssssss,” Gabby! It’s good to bleed once in a while,” War says as he claps him on the back.
Gabriel stumbles slightly at the unexpected touch and Sam knows that he shouldn’t laugh, but he just survived the Apocalypse so fuck it.
“We will go and return when it is our time to do so.”
Pestilence speaks with five voices and lenses click over her milk white eyes.
Ramiel and Raguel look at everyone as if that proved something.
Zerachiel and Raphael remain unimpressed.
“As will we.”
Gabriel and Uriel remain.
Castiel waits for Tyler.
Dean waits for Castiel and Sam waits for his brother.
Like Noah after the Flood, they watch as a rainbow stretches across the sky.
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Now playing: Sneaker Pimps - Destroying Angel
via FoxyTunes
The End
The Archangels stand behind Tyler and the Winchesters stand among them.
Castiel stands beside him.
The Horsemen stand behind Lucifer.
“Hello, brother.”
Tyler is shed like an old skin and Michael is a bright and unforgiving.
Detroit is a city frozen in rain and lit by lightning.
“Five against seven, that’s not fair,” War says with an indignant expression.
“All’s fair is love and war,” Gabriel taunts with the Trickster’s smile.
War throws back his head and laughs in approval.
“That one,” he says as he points at Gabriel, “is mine.”
Famine looks at Castiel as she spins and skips in the rain.
Death and Pestilence are silent and still and their calm is matched and mirrored by Ramiel and Raguel.
Sam and Dean are flanked by Zerachiel, Uriel, and Raphael.
Above them, Heaven splits open and spills down.
Below them, the Earth heaves and Hell bubbles to the surface.
“I love you,” Michael easily says to Lucifer despite the distance between them.
“I know,” Lucifer says with a smile that’s as sweet as it is bitter.
Tyler turns to Castiel then kisses him until his lips throb in time with his heart.
“You are the testament of my legacy,” Tyler says with a crooked grin. “They’ll cut you open to try to decipher my code so bleed for me because this is not love, but faith in pain and salvation in suffering.”
“Our gift is damnation,” Castiel sighs against Tyler’s lips.
“Our gift, my little idiot, is life,” Tyler corrects as he tugs on Castiel‘s hair. “They live and some will die so that their kingdom may come, but they’ll have to build it on top of our history.”
“Don’t go.”
Death passes over them to collect the souls of those that have already fallen in battle and Tyler tilts Castiel’s head up.
“I was never here.”
It’s Michael that gently kisses his forehead then licks away something that tasted like tears.
“Go to him, Castiel. He needs you more than I ever will.”
Castiel goes to Dean and Michael goes to Lucifer.
“Will you be able to kill me this time, brother?”
Lighting splits the sky in two and Michael is bright and unforgiving.
The angels sing at the sight of their brother, their commander and the demons cower, but War pushes them forward with a cold, unbending will.
Famine dances around this field of concrete and corpses with a wide, bloody mouth and hands covered in gore.
Where Pestilence walked, she is a tall, pale, regal figure dressed in black, all fell to their knees as their very flesh rotted off their bones.
All manners of unholy creatures rise from the ground and feast on the dead.
War strolls around with his hands in his pockets and whistles a lively tune as he steps over the dead and the dying.
He stops when he finds someone of interest.
“It’s been a long time, but Daddy still knows how to swing,” War says with an inviting look to Gabriel.
The large sword in his hand drips blood and the Archangel raises an eyebrow.
“Overcompensation, look it up,” Gabriel flatly advised.
Death continues to collect what is rightfully his as his white robes remain untouched and pristine.
Michael and Lucifer went to a place where none could follow.
“Cas!”
He looks up and catches the sword that was thrown at him to gut the nearest demon.
Anna smiles at him, her hair flying and her face streaked with blood.
In that moment, she really did look like an angel.
“Keep them safe!”
Castiel find himself standing in front of Dean and he eyes the sword in Castiel’s hand with more than a little skepticism.
“So, can there really only be one,” he asked with a smirk.
“So not the time, Dean,” Sam says as he rolls his eyes.
Holy water and bullets will only last for so long, but Archangels are relentless and untiring.
The storm rises and everyone is knocked off their feet as lightning suddenly lights the whole world.
“Shut your eyes!”
The angels turn as one and Dean thinks he sees what could be wings as he and Sam are wrapped in darkness.
There’s silence and the world is remade.
The demons are gone and the only ones left standing are confused angels.
And the Horsemen.
The sun is shining and the water is receding.
The Horsemen look up as if hearing something and Death nods slowly.
Famine whines but Death takes her hand and leads her to where Castiel stands.
He takes a step forward but Dean pulls him back against his chest.
“What are you doing,” he hisses into Castiel’s ear.
“She is returning a shard of his grace,” Uriel says as she gently pries Dean off of Castiel.
Her voice is light and clear like a bell and carries the edge of a new blade.
“You are keeping Famine from doing so,” she unnecessarily adds.
Castiel slips through Dean’s fingers and Uriel takes him to his brother.
“You were very yummy,” Famine says to Castiel with a dreamy smile. "The most delicious morsel I have ever tasted and I have tasted many..."
Her lips press against his in a kiss that is surprisingly chaste and Castiel feels as whole as he will ever be.
“We should do this again but without the, you know,” War says to Gabriel as he gestures around them.
“How about no,” Gabriel asked as he tilted his head.
“Your mouth says “no,” but your eyes say “yes, yes, yesssssss,” Gabby! It’s good to bleed once in a while,” War says as he claps him on the back.
Gabriel stumbles slightly at the unexpected touch and Sam knows that he shouldn’t laugh, but he just survived the Apocalypse so fuck it.
“We will go and return when it is our time to do so.”
Pestilence speaks with five voices and lenses click over her milk white eyes.
Ramiel and Raguel look at everyone as if that proved something.
Zerachiel and Raphael remain unimpressed.
“As will we.”
Gabriel and Uriel remain.
Castiel waits for Tyler.
Dean waits for Castiel and Sam waits for his brother.
Like Noah after the Flood, they watch as a rainbow stretches across the sky.
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Now playing: Sneaker Pimps - Destroying Angel
via FoxyTunes