Disclaimer: I'd've done so many things so differently if I owned it. Lisa and Ben for one thing. FAIL, Dean.
AN: I thought of this immediately upon seeing the scene last week (yes – only last week. Yay Australian TV), but only got the chance to sit down and write it today.
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For I Am But A Servant
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"This is how I see it," he'd said. "The new God and the new Devil, working together."
He'd meant for it to be a tantalizing call to power; a tempting promise of The Way Things Could Be.
Only, he knows the second the words are out of his mouth that he's said very much the wrong thing.
His back is slammed against the wall in an instant and Castiel's hands are fisted in his shirt and the angel's furious face is mere inches from his own, and Crowley actually feels a flicker of fear before he manages to clamp down on it.
"How dare you," Castiel hisses, and his face looks like the very embodiment of righteous thunder.
Any port in a storm, Crowley thinks wildly, as Castiel's wings cast shadows on the walls and the room crackles with a furious energy. Hell, screw the port, even. Any patch of freaking dry land would do. Anywhere that's not here.
"Do you think that's why I'm doing this?" Castiel demands, and Crowley would normally be pleased with himself for pissing the angel off so much, except that that hadn't been his plan and he thinks there might be an actual chance the angel is about to smite him where he stands.
"Because of some lust for power?" Castiel booms. "Because I want to be God?"
Now, Crowley's seen pissed off angels before, but he's never seen this level of absolute and utter rage, and it's really a little bit frightening (if he's honest, he'd say he's quaking in his legit Italian leather boots, but he's a demon and he's proud, and honesty was never really a strong point of his even when he was alive).
"There is only one God," the angel continues, and though he's not shouting his voice rattles the teeth in Crowley's head, and it would be able to be clearly heard across oceans and through space and from the hollering throats of a ten-thousand-strong army, and Crowley feels his meatsuit recoil from the sheer power of it.
"And I am not Him."
That last bit is hissed furiously, and then Castiel is suddenly gone and Crowley is rather surprised to find himself sliding bonelessly to the floor.
"I do this out of loyalty to my Father," Castiel announces coldly, glaring dispassionately down at the demon, who hasn't quite got it in him to attempt to stand just yet. "And out of a sense of love and duty to the Creations that He loves. I am but His servant. And you, demon," he continues, his voice utterly devoid of anything that might even resemble warmth, "are merely a means to an end. You would do well to remember that."
And he's gone in a flurry of wings, and Crowley is left sitting on the floor thinking that he may have – may have – underestimated this one.
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AN: Because I love BAMF!Cas, and I was expecting outrage at Crowley's statement in 6x20, but I didn't get it. Which I was rather a little bit outraged by.
In other news, just a few days ago there was a nice, untouched green field in my brain covered with pretty little daisies. And then we got 6x21 in Australia, and now that pretty field is riddled with rabbit-warren-tunnels that the dozens and dozens of Plot Bunnies are cheerfully digging as they take breaks only to chew my ears. Expect more from me, people. The Plot Bunnies will eat me otherwise.
One last thing: I HAVE NOT YET SEEN THE SEASON 6 FINALE. PLEASE MENTION NOTHING OF IT UNTIL AFTER MONDAY 15TH OF AUGUST! Thank you.
Hope you enjoyed,
Bundi