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Fandoms: Supernatural, Criminal Minds, LOST, Digimon, Yuugiou, Star Wars (prequel era). Some are definitely stronger than others so it might take awhile depending.

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First sword first Castiel won. First time he killed another angel.

Ruby first time back on Earth after Hell.

How Lilith came to trust Ruby.

It had all happened so fast. He hadn't really had a chance to think about what he'd done until he'd left the Winchesters, and he found himself mentally repeating that it had been necessary before he even realized what he was thinking of.

He knew their names, of course; the two angels he'd killed to get to Zachariah and the boys. He hadn't been close to either of them, but he'd known them; close or having never spoken to each other, it didn't change that they were his brothers. And he'd killed them both in a few flashes of his sword, and no words.

He'd had to. They never would have let him pass through, and killing them had served the purpose of intimidating Zachariah. It had helped him bluff his way into getting the older angel to leave the Winchesters alone. It had been necessary.

Somehow, no matter how many times he reminded himself, it didn't fix the nauseating twist that developed in his vessel's stomach but had no physical cause. It didn't alleviate the recently-learned but already familiar emotion of guilt. It didn't stop him from returning hours later, long after the boys were gone, and staring down at the ashen imprints of wings against the dusty floor for what seemed like an eternity, even to an angel.

It had been necessary.

Edited 2012-09-06 04:48 (UTC)

Edited (third time's a charm???) 2012-09-06 04:24 (UTC)

It had taken some experimenting to realize that, while Castiel tended to be pleasant enough while tipsy and downright mean while drunk, there was a state beyond that where he actually achieved a state neither Winchester would have ever expected: he became funny.

It was crazy enough to imagine Castiel telling jokes beyond translating something that happened to be crude, but not only was he doing so but the Dean and Sam found themselves laughing at almost every one. Sam's phone, with a half-written text message to Bobby open on it, lay forgotten on his lap as he laughed and Dean seemed to be trying really hard to control himself.

Castiel, meanwhile, had sank down to his knees from being too drunk to stand, but he was still happily reveling in the attention and telling another joke, laughing only when the boys did. They were all going to regret this when the angel had a hangover to end all hangovers, but for the moment they just enjoyed each other's company as they remembered that moments like this were hard-won, and they were going to savor it.

so cute oh no

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Castiel and Meg, some night on the roof.

"You know, what humans call 'the Milky Way' in the night sky is the core of the galaxy, obscured by clouds of interstellar dust."

"Yes, Clarence, I know." Meg didn't look up from her magazine, sitting on the concrete with her legs crossed, where she'd been for the past hour. She was just humoring the angel, really; he seemed happy enough to sit there and watch the sky and talk, without a lot of participation from her. If that was all it took to keep him from flying off somewhere and getting into trouble, she could manage putting up with his incessant nerd chatter.

"I can see though it. Through the dust."

That actually caught Meg's attention, and she looked up from the list of sex tips even demons wouldn't consider good ideas. "You what?"

"I can see through the dust, to the core of the galaxy. It's beautiful."

Meg glanced up, toward the hazy band across the sky above them, where they were camped out on the roof of a biology building on some university campus in the midwest. It was beautiful as it was, but she tried to imagine for a moment what it might look like if it weren't mostly hidden. It would be bright, certainly, but beyond that she couldn't really even picture it. Demons were knowledgeable, and worldly, but that was just it; they were very limited to Earth. Angels, on the other hand, had no such limitations.

"What's it like?" She found herself asking, suddenly finding this whole conversation a lot more interesting than before. She expected a disjointed ramble about stars and black holes and surely somehow bees to be her answer, but instead the angel's gaze shifted from the sky to meet hers.

"I can show you."

"How?" She asked, suspicious; it wasn't like Castiel was firing on all cylinders at the moment, and angel mojo and demons didn't mix. But Castiel didn't answer, just reaching out before she had the chance to move and touching his fingers gently against her forehead.

Fire, energy, creation. It all swirled together, separating into stars and small barren plants and comets, then merging all into one again and splitting into new images faster than she could process them. Everything was revolving, circling a massive dark space, and she could somehow feel the way space itself curved at it's mouth, twisting until it turned inside out and defied any conception. Energy shifted, moving every direction, illuminating the vacuum of space and shining as bright as the moon even to the ends of the galaxy.

And then suddenly she was back, sitting on the cold stone, faced with an angel who had a soft, knowing smile on his face. The moment held for a few seconds, the two just staring at each other, as Meg slowly realized that this was how he saw everything. Why the joys were so incredible, worth everything he'd given up, and why the darkness was so deep. Why he was like he was now.

And then Castiel was distracted by a firefly, Meg turning her eyes back to her magazine and trying to focus on the text through the images of countless stars.