Into The Dark
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A Loaded Gun
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Summary: Castiel has taken his orders in stride, but not all the angels in the heavens agree with his course. One of them chooses to intervene.
Note: This has been a bit of a work in progress since Lazurus Rising and I finally decided the course in which I'm going to take it which probably equals moi being so far in over my head, but of well. I thrive on being in a constant state of turmoil. Chapters are a bit short to start, but they'll be longer *promises* just had to do it this way to break up the scenes. Hope y'all like it!
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For I have the power to kill
Without—the power to die.
-Emily Dickinson
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"I can't begin to divine what it must feel like."
"What what feels like?" Sam responded to the angel defensively, accusingly, he always was on the offensive with Castiel.
The angel frightened him.
As well I should, Castiel thought as he continued, glazing over the question. "To possess demon blood, the blood Lucifer, rushing through your veins. What is it to feel indestructible, Samuel?"
"You would know, wouldn't you?" Sam told him, "I'm not indestructible." He could bleed, and die, just as easily as Dean or anyone else.
"Wrong." Castiel corrected him, "The evil that runs through your veins, makes you indestructible Samuel. It is that, which makes you the threat that you are."
"I haven't hurt anyone; all I've been doing is using it to save people!" He objected, his voice rising signifigantly with each word. If he hadn't…both he and Dean, and that entire town would be dead.
"For now. You understand…"
"It won't be necessary; I would swallow a bullet before I become what you think it is I'm going to. I'm not a demon."
"That's what we're afraid of." Castiel told him, "This has to be done for the greater good."
"What has to be done?"
Castiel grabbed a hold of him, and Sam discovered he was all but paralyzed with an inability to do anything.
"Return you to hell."
Even Sam's mind felt paralyzed, all he could do was wonder where Dean was, and if this was his choice too.
"Its destiny Samuel, he will understand."
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Dean returned from the Anchor Bar with dinner, and was annoyed when he didn't see Sam.
Dean shook his head, he swore, if Sam was still researching this bogus case…the kid just didn't know how to relax sometimes.
"Not quite." Dean swung around quickly, to be greeted again by Castiel.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"The problem has been extinguished." Castiel told him.
Dean felt his heart stop, and his blood run cold. Problem? Extinguished?
"Where is my brother?"
"His soul has been returned to the depths of hell, where he belongs."
Hell?
Hell.
Hell.
Hell!
No, no, that—that was not possible. They couldn't do that to Sammy.
Lilith trailed a finger down his bare chest and it felt like he was being cut apart with a frozen pick axe. "Don't worry Dean, it'll be better soon. When Sammy's here and we can all be one big happy family."
"You can't have him." He didn't know if he thought it, or said it. In hell, he couldn't ever be sure.
"Oh, silly!" She giggled, "I already do. Or I will, really soon. And then we can all play together."
She was going to tear Sam's vocal cords out of his throat and strangle Dean with them until they both learned to play nicely.
"You goddamn twisted sonvabitch! You bring my brother back here now!" Dean demanded, "Or I swear to god, I don't care what it takes, I will kill each and every one of you until—"
"Tread with care, Dean." Castiel warned, before Dean could complete his threat. "All is well in the Lord."
"Listen to me, I don't give a fuck about your God…I want my brother back."
"Care, Dean. I recommend you take great care."
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