Title: untitled
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.
Warnings: future!fic
Pairings: implied Dean/Castiel
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 70
Point of view: third
Demon, Castiel hisses.
Angel, Alistair cackles. Come to play?
No, he answers, wings flared aloft, the creator's holy light in his fathomless eyes. I have come to do my duty.
Ah, Hell's chief tormenter drawls. Here to punish me for what-all I did to your boy. Lust'll tarnish you, pretty. Be careful.
Alistair doesn't dodge the angel's strike. He smirks and laughs and knows he's won, anyway.
Hell rejoices when angels fall.