Fic? I think?
Apr. 9th, 2010 03:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
essene_backupIt's been so long since I've written that I think this is slightly fic shaped, but well... here...do with it what you will.
Title: Unexpected
Rating: PG (wtf?)
WC: 622
Warnings: None, but you probably should have watched 5.17 before reading. Also, this is SPECULATION—I don’t do spoilers.
AN: I don’t even know. This is not what I set out to do. But apparently my brain wants to ignore some things regarding SHOW and this is what it spit out to make up for that.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything. Kripke does. Clearly if I owned them, I’d be making them do different things.
None of them expected it. They'd prepared for every eventuality...except this one.
Michael stood in front of Lucifer and mourned what his brother had become: angry, anguished and defiant--even in his rotting vessel of flesh. Michael could still see the radiant beauty that all heaven had once admired and smiled upon, could still feel the ethereal and scripture strong connection to his brother's soul even as tarnished as it was. It was almost a pity to do what had to be done. He almost wished that a strong and unblemished vessel stood across from him, a match for his own--brother against brother in every way. A vessel that encased his brother in hard bone, strong sinew, rippled muscle rather than this rough and peeling decay that was held together by his brother's will alone.
Lucifer had never given up his grace. Had never had it rent from him. But he'd hardened his heart, given up listening to the soft, still voice and for that...for that he'd been cast down. And now it had come to this.
Millennia. Eons. Eternities they stood in contemplation of one another. Finally, Michael raised his sword and it was over.
But what now? The vessels had met, but they were not equals. One whole and strong, chosen and sanctified by God. The other a way station, a brief harbor not intended for the oncoming storm that had eroded against the desecration of its passenger. It was not a fair fight, and yet? The world had hinged on its outcome.
When she appeared, her cheeks were tearstained. Crumpling slowly at his side, she cradled the singed remains of her once-beloved in her arms, brushed the ash away from his face, leaving it whole and smooth. Her head bent, hair falling to curtain her motions from Michael and when she raised it again, Lucifer's vessel drew breath, and blinked before smiling at her. She returned the smile before touching her slim fingers to his forehead.
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Dean found himself on his knees, long stalks of grass rustling around him in the warm breeze. There were a few butterflies making chase in and out of the rippling green, but otherwise...he was alone.
Crossing through more fields and some burbling streams, it took Dean until early evening before a road came into view. Tamped by time and travel it was dusty but solid and he stood on it for awhile thinking about nothing in particular before heading south.
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Sam sat with Bones at his feet watching the sunset when he noticed the figure on the far edges of the property. He kept still even as his stomach twisted and his heart found a new home higher up in his throat. He'd been watching for what seemed forever and people had come and gone. Some had stayed for a time; resting before they passed on to wherever they were meant to be. None had truly intended to stay and Sam knew that. This place wasn't for them anyway.
But this feeling never changed--the wild hope that overcame him whenever he spied a figure, heard footsteps or laid a soothing hand on Bones' head to stop his warning rumbles.
He stood and called Bones to heel, walking down the porch headed for the gate to open it for his visitor, welcome them in. His hand was raised to lift the latch when the figure exited the glare enough for Sam to finally make out a face.
_____________________________
They stood with arms wrapped around each other for a long time, neither really remembering initial contact, both just relishing the solid, real warmth of the other.
Finally, Sam stepped back and scrutinized his brother, "Took you long enough, jerk."
Smile lighting up his eyes, Dean walked passed him, "Got any pie in there, bitch?"
Title: Unexpected
Rating: PG (wtf?)
WC: 622
Warnings: None, but you probably should have watched 5.17 before reading. Also, this is SPECULATION—I don’t do spoilers.
AN: I don’t even know. This is not what I set out to do. But apparently my brain wants to ignore some things regarding SHOW and this is what it spit out to make up for that.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything. Kripke does. Clearly if I owned them, I’d be making them do different things.
None of them expected it. They'd prepared for every eventuality...except this one.
Michael stood in front of Lucifer and mourned what his brother had become: angry, anguished and defiant--even in his rotting vessel of flesh. Michael could still see the radiant beauty that all heaven had once admired and smiled upon, could still feel the ethereal and scripture strong connection to his brother's soul even as tarnished as it was. It was almost a pity to do what had to be done. He almost wished that a strong and unblemished vessel stood across from him, a match for his own--brother against brother in every way. A vessel that encased his brother in hard bone, strong sinew, rippled muscle rather than this rough and peeling decay that was held together by his brother's will alone.
Lucifer had never given up his grace. Had never had it rent from him. But he'd hardened his heart, given up listening to the soft, still voice and for that...for that he'd been cast down. And now it had come to this.
Millennia. Eons. Eternities they stood in contemplation of one another. Finally, Michael raised his sword and it was over.
But what now? The vessels had met, but they were not equals. One whole and strong, chosen and sanctified by God. The other a way station, a brief harbor not intended for the oncoming storm that had eroded against the desecration of its passenger. It was not a fair fight, and yet? The world had hinged on its outcome.
When she appeared, her cheeks were tearstained. Crumpling slowly at his side, she cradled the singed remains of her once-beloved in her arms, brushed the ash away from his face, leaving it whole and smooth. Her head bent, hair falling to curtain her motions from Michael and when she raised it again, Lucifer's vessel drew breath, and blinked before smiling at her. She returned the smile before touching her slim fingers to his forehead.
____________________________
Dean found himself on his knees, long stalks of grass rustling around him in the warm breeze. There were a few butterflies making chase in and out of the rippling green, but otherwise...he was alone.
Crossing through more fields and some burbling streams, it took Dean until early evening before a road came into view. Tamped by time and travel it was dusty but solid and he stood on it for awhile thinking about nothing in particular before heading south.
------------------------------------------
Sam sat with Bones at his feet watching the sunset when he noticed the figure on the far edges of the property. He kept still even as his stomach twisted and his heart found a new home higher up in his throat. He'd been watching for what seemed forever and people had come and gone. Some had stayed for a time; resting before they passed on to wherever they were meant to be. None had truly intended to stay and Sam knew that. This place wasn't for them anyway.
But this feeling never changed--the wild hope that overcame him whenever he spied a figure, heard footsteps or laid a soothing hand on Bones' head to stop his warning rumbles.
He stood and called Bones to heel, walking down the porch headed for the gate to open it for his visitor, welcome them in. His hand was raised to lift the latch when the figure exited the glare enough for Sam to finally make out a face.
_____________________________
They stood with arms wrapped around each other for a long time, neither really remembering initial contact, both just relishing the solid, real warmth of the other.
Finally, Sam stepped back and scrutinized his brother, "Took you long enough, jerk."
Smile lighting up his eyes, Dean walked passed him, "Got any pie in there, bitch?"
