Title: The Personal Monologue of Castiel During Lazarus Rising
Author: MissAnnThropic
Spoilers: Lazarus Rising
LiveJournal: miss_annthropic(dot)livejournal(dot)com
Summary: Before making his presence known to Dean at the end of Lazarus Rising, we know Castiel was watching Dean, and we know Dean was doing some less than saintly things.
Disclaimer: None of it's mine. I'm just a sad little fangirl that spends her days writing fanfic and watching DVDs of her favorite shows :(
Author's Note: I was watching Lazarus Rising after buying my Season 4 DVD set, and - knowing now how that episode ends - I was watching as Dean busted into that gas station after his resurrection, imagined Castiel watching it too, and, well… let's just say, it was in the wee hours of the morning and therefore managed to amuse the hell out of me :)
Wee warning: there are some less-than-angelly words in this.
"Ah… Dean Winchester. Yes, I have raised from perdition he who will rise to save the world. The one to cast down the Dark One.
"Rise, rise! Resume your fight against the darkness! Race to face the evil that dwells in the shadows of men's souls!
"Okay… well, ambling along the side of the road to the battleground wasn't really the charge to arms I had in mind, but that's what's so strong about this warrior of the Lord! This knight of Heaven! This…
"Umm… he just broke into that gas station. Huh. I suppose even the noblest of God's soldiers must, once in a while, leave the path of righteousness for the shades of gray. Oh, Dean, the crosses you must bear! What a suffering soul are thee, scoured in the pits, cleaner than all man's…
"Oh, he's… he definitely didn't pay for that. My bad, you know, I didn't leave him with any change in his pockets to actually pay for a bottle of water, and of course he must drink! Let the purity of the water match the purity of his…
"… All right, water I can pass off as a necessity of life, a crutch of the human condition that even one such as Dean Winchester must be slave to, but Snickers? I guess, I suppose… he has been so long without food, he is weak from hunger; he is only desperate for the quick energy of the sinful sugar to be found in a candy bar. No doubt, if he had the choice, he would feast upon a loaf of bread, let it fill him, eat of God's bounty…
"Damn, he's really stocking up on supplies. Why didn't I think to give him some actual money so that this might not constitute theft?
"Calm down, Cas… it's food and water. Stolen, yes, that is regrettable, but how truly can I fault him? He cannot live without…
"Oh, come on, Busty Asian… Jesus Christ.
"Now he's… God damnit, breaking into the cash register and stealing money is going too far!
"Maybe he's just lost. He needs a guide to find his way to the righteous path. Maybe if I just whisper a few suggestions in his ear…
"Dean… Dean… stop being an ass-hat!
"Crap… well, that didn't work. I may have to rethink my approach here. At least I know where he is. I have some time to ponder the best way to approach this tarnished saint, this burdened chosen of Christ, this…
"He just stole that car!
"Fuck. This assignment is going to be a bitch."
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