Chapter 12-The Fate of the Titanic
(S6E17)
Castiel POV~ conversation with Atropos
He'd transported the Winchesters out of the shop just in time. Atropos held anger against the Winchesters for averting the Apocalypse, thus rendering her obsolete. She would have killed them if it weren't for him. He needed to find Atropos to stop her. The two tempting fate would draw her out. As he watched Dean and Sam walk under a sidewalk, he saw a falling air conditioner directly above them.
"Castiel" The world stopped, and a blonde woman in a suit addressed him.
"Atropos. You look well." He awkwardly tried to greet her.
"I look like stomped-over crap, because of you." She shouted at him in anger, and he cringed a bit.
"All right, let's talk about this." Trying to placate her oncoming fury, he tried something humans said would help when there was a problem between them . . . discussing it like grown-ups.
"Talk? About what? Maybe about how you and those circus clowns destroyed MY work and ruined my life!"
"Let's not get emotional." Immediately he knew he said the wrong thing.
"Not get emotional! I had a job. God gave me a job. We all had a script. I worked hard. I was great at what I did . . . all up until the day of the big fight. Then what happens? You throw out the book!"
"I apologize. But freedom is more preferable. I know Father brought me back for this reason."
"Freedom? This is anarchy! Chaos! How is it better? I even went to heaven to ask what to do next, and no one would even talk to me! Oh and another thing. If God brought you back for this reason, why didn't he tell the rest of us? It isn't as if the rest of us didn't obey or wouldn't obey Him."
"There are more pressing issues now." He tried to divert.
"But I don't know what happens next. I need to know. It's my job."
"I'm sorry. But I do not know what happens next, nor control it. Your services will no longer be needed once we all have free-will."
"You know what? I've kept my mouth shut. I didn't complain or raise a fuss. But you know what was the last straw? Un-sinking the titanic. You can change the future. But you cannot change the past! That is going too far!"
"It's Balthazar. He's erratic-" His excuse was quickly cut into.
"Do you think I'm an idiot? This isn't about some stupid movie. He's under your orders. You sent him back to that ship!"
"No, I didn't. Why would I?"
"Oh . . . maybe because you're in the middle of a war and desperate? Come on . . . This is about the souls." She replied sarcastically to his response.
"You don't know what you're talking about." He averted his eyes.
"That angel went and created 50 thousand new souls for your war machine."
"You're confused." He was desperately trying to deny it but Atropos knew the truth.
"No. You can't just mint money. It's wrong and dangerous . . . I won't let you."
"You have no choice."
"Maybe I don't. But here's your choice. If you don't go back and sink that boat, I'll kill your two favorite pets."
"I won't let you." The threat put a dangerous note in his voice.
"Oh, yeah? And what'll you do?"
"Do you really want to test me?" She paused for a moment, sensing the seriousness in his voice.
"Fine. But think about this- I've got two sisters out there. They're bigger, in every sense of the word. Kill me . . . Sam and Dean become target one . . . for simple vengeance of course. It's not like you're not fighting a war or anything, right? You can watch them every millisecond of every day. The phrase 'fate strikes when you least expect it' is ture isn't it."
He thought about it and stopped Balthazar who was in the midst of stabbing her.
"Ah . . . awkward."
"God is more powerful than I am but He isn't here now, so set things right before I flick your precious humans off a cliff just on principle." She threatened.
Balthazar flippantly replied and she stalked off.
"Alright, let's go re-sink the Titanic!" Balthazar exclaimed with false enthusiasm.