HOLY CRAP THIS GOT REALLY LONG AND REALLY SAD. I HOPE YOU STILL LIKE IT *IS NERVOUS*
The apocalypse was averted: good had prevailed, it turned out God really did give a damn, and the angels and demons were all back where they belonged. The powers that be in Heaven had decided it would be for the best if no humans had any recollection of the angels who had walked among them.
Of course, that meant that one human was left with a strange scar on his shoulder and no memories of the one who had put it there.
It turns out Castiel had been playing for the right team all along. And when all was said and done, he was welcomed home with open arms. His grace was restored, and he was once again in good standing with the heavenly host.
Which is why it made absolutely no sense that he felt a vast, empty ache pulsing throughout his entire being.
One day after months of antagonizing, Castiel finally approached Gabriel. “I wish to return to earth for one night in the visage of my former vessel.”
“Little Brother, you and I both know that’s a terrible idea.”
“Gabriel, please.”
The archangel stared at his younger brother, finally free to exist in his true form – shining and bright and so painfully beautiful that one mere glimpse would burn the eyes from that Winchester boy’s skull. But even amidst all his radiance, Gabriel knew Castiel was not at peace.
“He won’t even recognize you,” he said, making one last effort to save his brother additional pain.
“Don’t you think I know that? I don’t care. Please. Please, Gabriel. Please do this for me. I will not ask it of you again.”
Gabriel sighed. “If you say so. The carriage turns back into a pumpkin at midnight, though.” And with that, he pressed a hand to Castiel’s forehead.
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Dean/Cas, amnesia [R]
Date: 2010-04-22 04:43 am (UTC)The apocalypse was averted: good had prevailed, it turned out God really did give a damn, and the angels and demons were all back where they belonged. The powers that be in Heaven had decided it would be for the best if no humans had any recollection of the angels who had walked among them.
Of course, that meant that one human was left with a strange scar on his shoulder and no memories of the one who had put it there.
It turns out Castiel had been playing for the right team all along. And when all was said and done, he was welcomed home with open arms. His grace was restored, and he was once again in good standing with the heavenly host.
Which is why it made absolutely no sense that he felt a vast, empty ache pulsing throughout his entire being.
One day after months of antagonizing, Castiel finally approached Gabriel. “I wish to return to earth for one night in the visage of my former vessel.”
“Little Brother, you and I both know that’s a terrible idea.”
“Gabriel, please.”
The archangel stared at his younger brother, finally free to exist in his true form – shining and bright and so painfully beautiful that one mere glimpse would burn the eyes from that Winchester boy’s skull. But even amidst all his radiance, Gabriel knew Castiel was not at peace.
“He won’t even recognize you,” he said, making one last effort to save his brother additional pain.
“Don’t you think I know that? I don’t care. Please. Please, Gabriel. Please do this for me. I will not ask it of you again.”
Gabriel sighed. “If you say so. The carriage turns back into a pumpkin at midnight, though.”
And with that, he pressed a hand to Castiel’s forehead.
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