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AU shenanigans with Sam
Jan. 15th, 2013 10:11 pmIt's sheer luck Cas survived the charge into the building, but he's not sure it's good luck. It was a suicide run, and he knew it. He was okay with that.
What he was not okay with was the moment when something broke, somewhere in the world, and in that instant he knew he'd outlived Dean.
By the time he staggered out of the building, miraculously intact despite his injuries, past-Dean was vanishing with a distant flutter that sounded of Zachariah and Dean- his Dean, was lying broken and dead on the ground. Completely numb, Cas followed his own feet over to the lifeless body, and stood gazing emptily down at him.
That was when Lucifer returned.
The Morningstar circled them both, the dead man, and the fallen shell of his baby brother, and he began to talk. Cas barely registered the words, barely registered his own thoughts, all he could think of was that Dean had sacrificed himself to kill Lucifer. Dean hadn't been able to finish the job, so it was left to him. Even in the prime of his power, Cas would never have been a match for Lucifer, but he had to try, but when he reached for his blade he couldn't even pull it free. His Grace was rusty and shrunken, and the weapon wouldn't come to hand, but Cas had never given up his Grace and it was still there somewhere inside. He couldn't pull out the angel blade, but he could move it, just a little, somewhere in the depths of his being. If Lucifer wondered at the hollow, unblinking gaze of those blue eyes, he didn't show it, too busy talking. While the words tumbled over him, Cas moved the blade inside himself, an inch at a time, carving. The banishing sigil didn't technically occupy real space as a mortal would have known it, but it was enough, carved somewhere inside Cas' own being, and when it was done he made a sudden lunge for the being in the white suit, wearing Sam's face.
Of course Cas expected to be blown into atoms, and as long as it hurt Lucifer badly that was fine, but what he didn't expect was to wake up intact and alive somewhere perfectly mundane.
What he was not okay with was the moment when something broke, somewhere in the world, and in that instant he knew he'd outlived Dean.
By the time he staggered out of the building, miraculously intact despite his injuries, past-Dean was vanishing with a distant flutter that sounded of Zachariah and Dean- his Dean, was lying broken and dead on the ground. Completely numb, Cas followed his own feet over to the lifeless body, and stood gazing emptily down at him.
That was when Lucifer returned.
The Morningstar circled them both, the dead man, and the fallen shell of his baby brother, and he began to talk. Cas barely registered the words, barely registered his own thoughts, all he could think of was that Dean had sacrificed himself to kill Lucifer. Dean hadn't been able to finish the job, so it was left to him. Even in the prime of his power, Cas would never have been a match for Lucifer, but he had to try, but when he reached for his blade he couldn't even pull it free. His Grace was rusty and shrunken, and the weapon wouldn't come to hand, but Cas had never given up his Grace and it was still there somewhere inside. He couldn't pull out the angel blade, but he could move it, just a little, somewhere in the depths of his being. If Lucifer wondered at the hollow, unblinking gaze of those blue eyes, he didn't show it, too busy talking. While the words tumbled over him, Cas moved the blade inside himself, an inch at a time, carving. The banishing sigil didn't technically occupy real space as a mortal would have known it, but it was enough, carved somewhere inside Cas' own being, and when it was done he made a sudden lunge for the being in the white suit, wearing Sam's face.
Of course Cas expected to be blown into atoms, and as long as it hurt Lucifer badly that was fine, but what he didn't expect was to wake up intact and alive somewhere perfectly mundane.
