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Post by Castiel on Apr 9, 2009 1:44:21 GMT -4
Castiel’s flesh felt as though it was burning as Lilith pulled the dagger from his back further enhancing the utter feeling of emptiness which ran through Castiel and left his vessel quaking. Castiel’s vision swam as he attempted to focus on the blue light which shown from the vial in Lilith’s hand; the simple blue light represented everything Castiel was and had ever been and he felt himself pulled to it but in the very next instance it was completely gone and Castiel could not help the crest fallen look which crossed his face as the entire situation became more and more bleak as the moment passed on.
“Besides, being human will hurt him enough…”
Castiel wanted to protest, he wanted to fight in an attempt to take back what had been torn from him but Lilith was correct in her statement the agony he felt was due to the very real fact that his grace had been torn from him the same thing which occurred when an angel fell. Though this was different his grace had been forced from him yet he could feel the agony of his vessel and the pull of the other soul which lay trapped within the body with him and Castiel knew that they would both die if they did not seek out help.
Castiel struggled to stop Lilith from leaving; the body of his vessels daughter possessed by the treacherous demon but he never stood a chance ins topping her and only succeeded in collapsing onto the floor blood pooling around him as his eyes struggled to remain focused as he stared up at the ceiling his breath hitching in his throat painfully.
Castiel’s eyes locked with the other demon’s eyes for a moment before she too was gone from the house and the waves of despair seemed to pour over him tenfold as he desperately tried to sort what could be done now. Coherent thoughts were of little use though as the screaming pain within him and emotional anguish seemed to beat him down with every turn. Castiel could feel the slightest echo of power his grace had left behind within the vessel and he knew that if he drew upon it it would be gone but if he did not he would surely die.
Closing his eyes and grasping desperately to focus through the pain Castiel flickered out of the Vermont house.
Several moments later Castiel flickered back into existence upon the sidewalk outside of a motel room. His eyes stared vacantly up at the sky which had begun to grow clouded with darkness and he felt his entire form tremble in response to the renewed sense of pain as well as the total sense of loss now. What echo his grace had left behind he had used and he was now utterly alone in the world with no way to contact his brothers and sisters or sense his father. He had never felt such an overwhelming sense of dread and distress…in reality he had never felt anything and compiled with the intense pain that threatened to slam him into unconsciousness it was far too much for the fallen angel to sort through for much longer. He was unaware where he had found the strength to pull himself off of the ground and shakily upon his knees but by some miracle he had managed.
His blood had stained the cement a deep crimson and Castiel used the remainder of his strength to pull himself to his feet pain screaming through his back burning his nerves and he couldn’t help the small cry of agony that ripped its way from his lips as his hands gripped desperately upon the door frame of the room before him.
The black Impala parked in front of the room was the only blessing he had received that he had been right in coming here; if he was to have any chance in surviving it would be here. Castiel was human now and he did not know how to live with that. Struggeling to stay up right Castiel knocked weakly upon the door hoping against hope that the Winchesters were there for if they weren;t he would no doubt fall from where he stood. Castiel leaned heavy upon the door blood seeping from the corners of his mouth as it continued to pour from the large stab wound in his back causing him to double over his eyes clenched in pain and his skin an ashen color. Castiel was alone in both soul and body as he no longer felt the presense of his vessel within him and that alone caused even more fear to rip through him as he waited for even the faintest bit of mercy to come his way.
But he knew mercy did not seek out the fallen and Castiel had been torn from grace.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Apr 10, 2009 10:25:04 GMT -4
Dean had fallen asleep after a few rounds with Jose Cuervo. Alcohol really was the only way he could sleep well, but even that didn't cut out his dark Hell inspired dreams.
Somewhere deep in his head, someone was screaming and pleading. Dean's subconcious wondered why the alcohol never fully shut the voices up. Maybe he needed to have more. Apparently four rounds with Jose wasn't enough.
Dean jerked awake. His first thought was to blame Sam for waking him, but then he knew that would lead to an argument about his drinking.
But Dean immediately realized that it wasn't Sam who had awoken him. There was someone on the other side of the door.
That situation struck Dean as odd. It wasn't like he and Sam got a plethora of visitors. If Bobby was on his way, he called first. And unless Dean had miss Sam's cell phone ringing, Bobby was not outside the motel room.
Dean got to his feet and made his way over to the door. He eased the curtain back from the window and caught glimpse of a familiar figure. Castiel was on the other side of the door-and knocking?
Alarm immediately flooded into Dean's head. Since when did angels knock? Why wasn't Cas suddenly sitting in a chair at the foot of his bed?
Dean quickly picked up his gun which was laying ona table under the window. He didn't want to go into this unprepared if it wasn't Cas on the other side of that door. He unlocked and opened the door.
Dean's breath left him at the angel's appearance. Blood was flowing from the corner's of his mouth. Dean's eyes widened in shock at what could have possibly brought an angel to this condition.
"Cas!" He immediately slipped his arm under the angel's shoulders and pulled him inside. "SAM!"
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Post by Castiel on Apr 10, 2009 12:30:55 GMT -4
Castiel leaned heavily upon the frame of the door as the clouds of the nearby storm rolled in behind him. He shuddered as a crack of lightning screamed across the angry sky as he struggled to keep his eyes open at least until the door was opened…if it was opened. A part of him for a moment thought that Dean would be pleased that he had finally took up his advice to “knock” all be it not a willing choice. Castiel shivered the body of his vessel protesting against the pain which streamed through it with unrelenting force.
Castiel’s dulled blue eyes locked on the eyes of Dean Winchester as the door before him was finally opened and a part of Castiel a part of him he was not accustomed to felt an emotion he could only explain as relief all be it slightly. If at the very least he would not die completely shut off from the world and all of those in it.
Castiel was certain Dean had said something but he could not comprehend the eldest Winchester’s words through the pain which silenced everything else. The moment Dean slipped his arm under his shoulders a new flare of agony tore through him the fatal wound in his back protesting as Castiel struggled to pull away but all he could manage was an agonized cry of protest his every nerve feeling as if it was consumed by fire.
Castiel fell to his knees...gasping. He was locked into his human host. He tried to cry out, but the words would not come. His pain was far more than physical, it was spiritual and it was encompassing. The overarching warmth and love of his Father was gone; leaving Castiel unable to breathe....he collapsed forward on to the motel floor not able to stay up right any longer. It had taken all the strength he had left within him to seek out the help of the only human he felt he could trust in his current state.
Tears streamed from Castiel's sapphire blue eyes, flowing heavily down his blood and sweat glazed face; he was shut off from his Father. He had never felt so alone, so vulnerable in his entire existence. He had thought about Falling before; of living in the mortal world, but, he simply could not bring himself to leave all that he had ever known and loved behind....Lilith had changed all that, she had taken the right to choose for himself away.
Castiel struggled to lock his eyes with those of Dean to attempt to explain what had happened but the words eluded him and the over powering toll the entire event had taken upon his system was too great.
“She…took it…” his voice was shattered and barely audible but it was all he had to offer at the moment. A violent tremor shook through him causing a sickeningly violent attack of coughs to tear through his body and causing even more blood to seep from his mouth as Castiel curled into himself as best he could in an attempt to ease the pain somehow. The loss of his Grace was too much for him to bear any longer…emotionally and physically. Castiel fell unwillingly into the abyss of unconsciousness.
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Post by Almighty Admin on Apr 10, 2009 12:46:16 GMT -4
Sam had sat in silence pretty much pretending to do research as he watched his brother drink himself to sleep yet again. It had become daily practice for Dean and Sam had grown tired of pointing it out to his brother; especially since it usually ended up in a screaming match and he wasn’t in the mood for that either. He still felt off after their run in with Legion and a part of him knew that Dean didn’t care what the hell he thought any more so why should he care what Dean did? But that was bullshit and Sam knew it…but self denial was a perfectly acceptable way to deal in the Winchester world so he did just that.
After Dean had fallen asleep Sam had given up on his empty attempt at research and had shut the laptop opting to stare up at the water stained motel ceiling as he listened to the roll of the oncoming storm. Without realizing it Sam himself had fallen asleep.
Something was wrong and his brother’s panicked call of his name quickly ripped Sam out of the grasps of sleep as he sat up right in the bed his wide eyes scanning panicked over the room till they fell on his brother who was just near the door to the motel as he seemed to be holding up Castiel. Castiel who had blood dripping down his face and looked as if he was one foot in the grave; but that should have been impossible Cas after all was an angel.
Bolting out of bed and to his brother’s side Sam made an attempt to help bear the brunt of the angels weight as Castiel fell to the floor in pain. Sam could only stare down at the angel not even sure what it was they were dealing with. He glanced at his brother for a moment before averting his eyes back to the angel trying to fathom what the hell could have done this. Turning away from the bloody sight in front of them for a moment Sam slammed the door shut and locked it not wanting whatever was out there to make itself at home in the motel room.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Apr 10, 2009 17:37:30 GMT -4
Dean turned his eyes in horror to Sam. He had no idea how an angel had managed to become so injured. The room seemed to move in slow motion as Castiel sunk to the floor. That's when Dean saw the bloody wound on his back.
"He's been stabbed! Sam!" He yelled as he dropped onto the floor. Immediately, his mind raced to who would have done such a thing. Another angel? Or...?
That's when he heard Castiel gasp out the three words. She took it? Who was she?
"Who took it? Who took what, Cas?" Dean leaned down to the angel, trying to see his face. It looked to be little use as Castiel was beginning to lose consciousness. Dean tore the back of his trench coat, reaching Castiel's shirt beneath. He ripped that as well to examine the wound.
"Sam-get the medical kit." He knew this was far more than a medical kit could handle-what with seeing the blood on Castiel's mouth. But for the moment, they at least needed to stop the bleeding. You couldn't very well show up at the local hospital with an angel. There wasn't really any explaining that.
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Post by Almighty Admin on Apr 11, 2009 14:03:54 GMT -4
Sam's eyes locked with those of his brother the confusion and horror equally matched. None of this made sense but it was all very clear that Castiel was extremley injured...far more then an angel should ever be able to get and they had no idea what had caused it or how to fix it especially now with the angel passed out on the ground.
The sight of the deep angry wound in the angels back did little to clear up the situation except that they now knew what exactly was wrong with the angel and that whoever had done it had been a "she" and had taken something as well. None of it made sense but then aagin things in their life rarely did ever make sense.
Dean's order snapped Sam into action and he rushed across the room to one of the duffeles in the corner which held their emdical kit even though by the sight of the wound in Castiel's back he wasn't exactly sure that a medica kit was going to be much help. Grabbing the kit and rushing back voer to Dean he crouched down next to his brother handing him the kit as his mind tried to come to terms with what it was they were dealing with.
Sam decided they would have to take this one step by step since not a lick of it made any sort of sense. He set about pulling the trench coat off of Castiel and then ripping the hole in his shirt larger so that Dean would have enough room to work without so much stuff getting in the way.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Apr 12, 2009 13:33:12 GMT -4
Dean continued to stare in horror at the huge wound in the the angel's back. As Sam suddenly appeared next to him, Dean noticed his hand reaching out for the medical supplies, opening the container to remove a roll of gauze.
"How does this happen to an angel?" He asked as he looked at Sam briefly. "How-who?"
Dean's brain searched for an answer. Unfortunately, the only answer he could come up with was demonic. Or could it have been angelic? His mind immediately went to Uriel. He had been the one to hold Anna's grace, so what was to say that an angel couldn't be involved in physically harming another?
"What do we do?" He looked at Sam as he began to press gauze into the gapping wound at an attempt to stop the bleeding. "We can't take an angel to the ER. Unless he's not an angel any more."
The words left his mouth before he'd even thought about them. What if all of this had come about because Castiel had lost his grace? As much as Dean tried to force the thought away, the sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach made it stick in a most unsettling way.
"We got to get the bleeding stopped. Get it cleaned up, sewn up." He was rattling off thoughts and hoping upon all hopes that there wasn't too much seriously wrong inside.
"Get some towels. Help me put some pressure." The gauze Dean was attempting to use had already become blood soaked and colored a deep crimson. He felt like he was seriously in over his head.
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Post by Almighty Admin on Apr 13, 2009 23:13:21 GMT -4
"I don't know Dean," Sam answered his voice distant as his eyes couldn't move from the gruesome wound in the angels back. He had seen Castiel hurt most recently in the fight between the angel and Alastair but the vessel the angel used had been healed the next time Sam had seen him and he hadn't thought anything of it; he was an angel after all it wasn’t like it was an easy task to hurt or kill them which is what made the scene before them that more un-nerving.
Castiel's skin was an ashen grey and there was blood everywhere it was then that the realization that the angel was dying hit Sam like a ton of bricks. This was no wound they could easily patch up something was killing Castiel and unless they could figure out what was wrong the angel would be dead on their motel floor in no time.
"...Unless he's not an angel any more."
Dean's words rang through Sam's mind as he focused back upon the wound on the angels back he didn’t know how one could rip an angel's wings off but that was a distinct possibility especially since the placement of the wound was on Cas's back.
"Maybe someone tried to tear his wings out?" Sam offered as he looked back at his brother before rushing over to the bathroom and grabbing all of the towels that were in the small motel bathroom and quickly bringing them back over to Dean. Sam pulled the blood soaked gauze out of Dean's hand and handed him a clean towel to apply to the wound.
"Dean we can't sew him up...we don't know how badly he's hurt or what is damaged...we..." Sam was at a loss as to what to do and he shoved himself off of the floor and pulled his cell phone off the table and quickly dialed Ruby's number. He knew his brother wouldn’t be pleased with his choice but they didn’t have time to argue and Ruby could be there in a moment while it would take Bobby God only knew how long to arrive.
"Ruby; it's Sam I need you to get to the motel...now." Not giving her the chance to question Sam hung up the phone and dialed Bobby's number as well. Sam paced the room for a moment as he waited for the older hunter t pick up but it went straight to voice mail.
"Bobby it's Sam we need your help on something...it's Cas. Call me back."
Tossing the phone back down to the bed Sam looked back at his brother knowing Dean would not be pleased with his choice to call Ruby but he didn’t much care.
"If she can help save his life it won't matter," Sam snapped quickly as he went to the bathroom and began to fill the ice bucket with warm water so that they could try and clean the wound out some while the angel was unconscious.
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Post by Castiel on Apr 14, 2009 15:48:45 GMT -4
Castiel had not known pain and he had not known the tolls of emotional struggle and the emptiness that came with being. As he had lost consciousness his body had been plunged into a world of blackness and agony the flashes of light only serving to heighten the excruciating pain which ripped through his system. Which each flash of light and terror filled scream which filled the air around him Castiel knew where he was where his mind had taken him he had seen the place only once before. Since only once had the angel been in such a nightmare…it was hell.
The pungent scent of blood tainted with sulfur and the encompassing heat which threatened to char his wings were all experiences he had felt when the angels had lain siege into hell and he had pulled Dean Winchester out of perdition.
But there would be no salvation this time as Castiel felt himself held tightly against a rack blood seemingly covering every inch of him and as the darkness cleared Castiel shuddered in fear as the hell…his hell became clear around him. The demons were on him before he could comprehend what was happening to him. But the demons suddenly transformed and it was no longer hellfire and demons which surrounded him but his own brethren…his own home.
Castiel saw the anger flash in Zachariah’s eyes and it steals the words from his mouth.
“You have placed the whole world in danger,” Zachariah growled.
“You are now an outcast, Castiel. We will say your name no more in Heaven, and you will never return here or see any of us again. God wants nothing more to do with you.”
Castiel lowered his head, the words hurting him more than he would have thought possible, and then he jerks in surprise as hands fall on his arms and grip him tightly. There are figures all around him, keeping him in place, and he forces himself to stand still, not to struggle. He looks up as Zachariah looms over him.
There is a sword in his hand, and suddenly Castiel understands what he is going to do.
“No,” he moans, and he tries to back away but his brothers – former brothers – hold him still.
“You betrayed us."
“Please, no,” Castiel gasps, as his captors force him to his knees. Hands pull at his wings, stretching them sideways until they are fully extended, and as much as he tries to flap them or wrench them free, his companions are too strong. He starts to beg – feeling no shame, only fear, the kind of fear that proves he’s already turning human because it’s primal and base, like nothing he’s ever known or thought he would know. He pleads and cries, but Zachariah has a punishment to mete out.
Castiel’s screams are terrible, but the fall is even worse.
His actual screams of terror are what rip Castiel out of the grasps of unconsciousness and send him into a panicked frenzy as he attempts to lurch his injured body off of the floor and away from the hands that in his agony laced mind are causing him pain.
He strikes out with his fists feeling them collide with something as he struggles to get away from the hands which would hold him down. Forcing his injured body away he scrambles to the corner of the room his eyes wide with fear and his entire body trembling as he holds his knees to his chest the breath in his lungs heaving as the pain screams through his back which is placed heavily against the wall blood streaming from it pooling around him.
Sweat from the fever which has now gripped a hold of his human form rolls down his face and smears with the blood as Castiel’s locks his fevered eyes upon Dean seeing nothing but pain and terror and angels and demons and all manner of things which wish to tear him apart and it is the pain he can no longer tolerate the pain which causes him to curl further into himself his body shaking so violently as he buries his head into his knees his voice barley a whisper.
“Our Father, who art in Heaven,” whispered the angel. “Hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done. Thy...thy... Our Father, who art in Heaven. Hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done... Our Father, who art in Heaven...”
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Post by Ruby on Apr 14, 2009 17:55:00 GMT -4
Ruby had been recovering on her own from the fight that had happened in the graveyard, leaving the Winchester's to sort themselves out, after all she knew Dean never liked her crowding them, although she had helped them so he should after all be grateful. But never the less she left them, knowing they got on with things together anyway.
She had disappeared to a place she had been 'borrowing' whilst the Winchester's had been in the town. The place decked out with a few things that hunters would know as witch stuff. Which was fair enough, as she had been using her skills as a witch to try and find information. Which as it was, few and far between unfortunatly. Plus she had to becareful as Lilith had some demons on her trail which she needed to avoid.
Then her phone had rang, seeing Sam's number on the end she answered it, although wasn't given much time to reply.
Ruby; it's Sam I need you to get to the motel...now.
Simple as that, and he hung up on her without letting her get a word in! It must be important then she thought, as she picked up a few extra hex bags she had made earlier, placing them in her pocket and disappeared heading for the Winchester's motel, knowing exactly where it was, and where they were.
Minutes later she appeared at the motel room and knocked firmly at the door. "Sam?!" She called, making sure he knew it was her on the other side. She would have just opened the door but she knew the Winchesters, and they would either lock the door and or put salt around the place if they knew there were demons around, so she didn't want to chance it. Knocking was enough anyway.
Crossing her arms she glanced up and down the door for a moment, being a little impatient, but hey, if Sam called her and it sounded urgent, she was allowed to have a little bit of worry in the back of her mind as she waited for the door to be answered.
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Post by Almighty Admin on Apr 14, 2009 19:04:43 GMT -4
Once Sam had filled the ice bucket with warm water he grabbed the remaining hand towels and set everything down by his brother. The angel only seemed to be getting worse and whatever was going on behind his closed eyes didn;t seem to be any better then what had physically happened to him.
A firm knock on the door followed by a familiar vocie caught Sam's attention and he quickly made his way over to the door and yanked it over evealing Ruby on the other side.
"Ruby..." but before he could get anything besides the demon's name out a gut wrenching scream pierced the air and Sam immeidately turned his eyes wide as he took in the panicked and frantic state Castiel had some how managed to land in. Sam's eyes flashed over to his brother as the angel managed to clock him one and wriggle out of his grasp and curling himself into the corner of the room. Sam flinched as the amount of blood that was pooling around Castiel and Sam knew they had to get him calm otherwise he would bleed to death in no time.
"We don't know what's wrong with him," Sam said turning for a moment back to Ruby before stepping back and allowing Ruby space to enter before shutting the door.
The barely audible words that were falling from Castiel quickly caught his attention though as he bolted the door securely once more. The angel was praying...or well he was attempting too.
Sam's eyes widened, and he shot a look at Dean. “He can’t remember the words,” he whispered, stunned.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Apr 14, 2009 22:45:18 GMT -4
Dean's concern for Castiel was almost overwhelming. Over the past few months, he'd taken Castiel's words to heart. He was showing the angel more respect, and for that matter he'd come to like him.
Throwing the gauze to the floor, he noticed that Sam had put the towels and an ice bucket filled with water next to him. He picked up a towel, dipped it into the water and began to apply it to the wound on Castiel's back.
Suddenly, the angel was not only screaming, but flying up from the floor. Dean jerked back as Castiel's hand suddenly collided with his face.
"Son of a-!" He gasped in surprise. Dean's eyes went wide with horror. He had no idea what Castiel was trying to do as he suddenly landed in the corner of the room. He was repeating something....something Dean wasn't familiar with.
That was when Dean realized that Sam was standing with Ruby. He should have been angry with that aspect, but he was too concerned about the angel to notice.
"What the hell-?" He looked at Sam, Ruby, and then back to Castiel.
"Cas?" He heard himself ask as he crossed the room. No matter what was happening, the angel was injured and he needed treatment before he got far worse.
"Castiel!" He grabbed the angel's hands. "What's the matter?"
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Post by Anna on Apr 14, 2009 23:56:47 GMT -4
Anna appeared near Ruby and Sam soon after Dean made his way over to the curled up angel in the corner. His back was to her blocking Castiel from view. She was so focused in finding Dean that she didn't even register the demon and human near her.
"Dean."
She had been expecting to find the elder Winchester engaging in a verbal battle of jokes or of serious matters with the younger. She was not sure which however since she had experienced both from her limited time with them as a human. "I can't find Cas. I was sent to see if you or Sam had seen him," she started. Her dialogue faulted however when she noticed slight movement over his shoulder.
In the blink of an eye she moved closer and visibly flinched at the sight she met. Dean's hands grasped Castiel's as mutterings poured from the angel's mouth. Taking a step forward she saw his rumpled appearance was actually covered in blood. A pool had begun to form on the floor and the wall held smudges from where he had probably leaned against it before taking his current position on the floor.
“...thy will be done. Thy...thy... Our Father, who art in Heaven. Hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done... Our Father, who art in Heaven...”
The familiar words reached her ears and she frowned. The Castiel she knew would never stumble on the Lord's Prayer. “He can’t remember the words." Anna turned at the sound of the younger Winchester's voice and looked at his stunned expression. She had already forgotten he was in the room. Quickly she turned her attention back to Castiel. "That is impossible."
The scent of blood was strong from her proximity. Why did he not heal himself as he had after Alistair and Uriel? She let in a sharp intake of breathe when she realized something was different about him. The look of pain on his face seemed so real; but that was impossible since as an angel of the lord they could feel no pain, even in their vessel's bodies. He seemed so...human.
Anna appeared next to Dean and rested a hand on his shoulder, looking at him for a moment before turning her attention to the shaking, sweaty Castiel. She crouched down next to the two before taking her hand off Dean's shoulder. "Cas," she said, watching him as he continued to stumble over the words.
Her hand reached out for his before she pulled back remembering how he still flinched from her touch. Squaring her shoulders she took a breathe and closing her eyes before speaking softly.
"Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy Kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom, the power and the glory. For ever and ever. Amen."
She recited the words slowly, starting the beginning at the same time he restarted. Her voice was gentle but her words were said with a definite power. Her eyes opened part of the way through and she kept her gaze locked on Castiel's bowed head that he had buried in his knees.
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Post by Castiel on Apr 15, 2009 2:36:47 GMT -4
If it would have been possible Castiel would have curled completely into himself to escape the pain and emotional anguish which plagued him. It was all too much at one time there was not a single moment’s peace to stop and concentrate on one feeling whether it be agony or emotion and that was what was driving the fallen angel into a panic. With his eyes clenched shut he attempted to seek comfort in prayer; a prayer to his father a prayer of mercy and for peace but he could not focus long enough to find the words he needed and every moment his eyes remained shut the sight of Zachariah with the sword flooded his vision and the feel of his brothers holding him as his wings were shattered and torn viciously from him plagued his fevered mind. Castiel was far past the point of being able to tell which was truth and which was the making of his agonized mind but either way it was all still agonizing.
Castiel’s head snapped up; his eyes wide with fear as a strangled cry escaped from his blood stained lips as Dean’s strong grip latched upon his hands.
“No! ...Please…please let me go…” Castiel’s voice was desperate and broken as he struggled to free himself from the grip that held him. In his struggle he pushed himself harder against the wall eliciting a sharp tear of pain to rip through the large wound that Lilith’s knife had torn into his back.
“You are a deceiver,” Castiel responded, eyeing Dean with hatred no longer truly seeing the Dean Winchester which sat before him. Castiel was pale and his eyes were bright and feverish as his face buried itself once more into the crook of his elbow and he struggled with the prayer he so desperately fought to recite for his father…for peace…for relief…for anything that would come his way.
“Our Father, who art in Heaven. Hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done...”
The words were lost to him though; but in the very next instant a familiar voice filled in the gaps of the prayer to his father and Castiel forced his shattered blue eyes to lock upon Anna as she recited the prayer of their Father and Castiel felt his fall tenfold as he knew the distance from forgiveness and his Father would consume him.
Castiel stared back at Anna his blue eyes wide and pain laced as he struggled for the words he needed to relay to her yet the pain screamed so loudly through him he could barely think to speak.
“I…I could not…I didn’t…he’s forsaken me,” Castiel finally groaned in anguish slumping forward so that his own dead weight rested upon his knees which were curled against him leaving a thick blood stain against the wall.
“She has taken it…she used me…I was…distracted…I was…it was broken because of me…I will be damned,” Castiel’s words came out rushed and feverish as his body shuddered against the torment it was being forced to endure.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Apr 15, 2009 18:07:06 GMT -4
Dean was aware of the blood from his own face running down to mix with Castiel's on his clothing. The angel was trembling, fighting his touch. Something was extremely different about this Castiel from the other Dean had known, but he had no idea what it was.
He jumped when something touched his shoulder. Looking up, he realized Anna was beside him.
"What's wrong with him?" He turned his eyes to plead with her for help. "What's happened? What's wrong?"
Dean stopped talking and only listened as Anna began recieting the prayer with Castiel. He couldn't imagine an angel not being able to sort out a prayer. The entire situation didn't seem to make sense. He only hoped that now with both Ruby and Anna here, someone could help sort this out.
"It was broken?" Dean repeated, looking around at the others in the room. "What's he-?"
The only thing Dean could think of was one of the seals they were supposed to be breaking. What in this world could have been so distracting it would have caused Cas to lose focus and allow a seal to be broken?
"What is going on?" Dean demanded. "Cas, who are you talking about? And who is "she"? What did she take? You need to talk to us so that we can help you."
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