Obituary To An Angel
Spoiler Alert: If you haven't watched the beginning of season 7 yet you might stop reading now ... or imagine the slightly unheroic death a certain Angel of the Lord.
Summary: Friends and foes – Cas earned himself some very dedicated of each kind ... and they might wish to say a few last words. Feel free to listen.
Disclaimer: It all belongs to Kripke – just the letters are mine
A/N: Actually Meg was ready to share a few sweet words with her favorite angel, but now she has to wait a bit longer because there was a special request from EvilAngelTeamGabe, and guess who she prayed for ... So this one is for you, my very first reader - hope you like it! Oh, and for everyone who is wondering about dead angels writing obituaries – 'there are more things in heaven and earth than dreamt of in your philosphy' ;-)
Little brother.
So in the end you've got a bigger trickster than I ever was. And while I enjoyed playing a demi-god (and damn, believe me, I had such a great time, you should've tried it yourself – they know how to party, these demi-gods … did I ever tell you what Kali could do with her four arms? Brother, you wouldn't believe!) you had to have it all.
Oh, it was all for the best, right?
Someone had to stand up and do it, huh?
God, I couldn't stand that attitude in Michael and Lucifer, and to see it in you was even worse. Because they were so consumed by their vast narcissism that they couldn't perceive the strange and fascinating beauty our father created. A beauty so different from the golden halls of heaven or the blossoming gardens of paradise.
Woven in the fabric of life itself, glistening in the colorful maze of the slums of Delhi, sparkling in the eyes of toothless old women sitting in front of their clay hut under the African sun, dancing in the crowds of protesters who marched with flowers in their hands against tanks and guns. Cheering in whores and bankers and farmers and soldiers and in places where you wouldn't have expected it. Playful, ignorant, wise, daring, curious.
I watched it, I dipped my finger in it and tasted it – and it devoured me.
When I chose the Winchesters, I chose the side of life. Not perfection, not heaven or hell. But the gift our father left us. I've always thought that you could see it too. I'm sure you did. After all you fought for it, while I spent my time playing. But hey, I was a good gambler, most of the time. So trust me when I say: I bet my favorite chocolate pie on seeing you again. And then let me introduce you to some secrets of life, bro.
Gabe