Stull Cemetery, the end of the world
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scruffnfeathersDean Winchester was out to get himself killed. Not that this was a surprise -- the Dean of Castiel's universe tended to try and get himself killed on almost a weekly basis. Castiel had all but given up on convincing him to try anything else.
Admittedly, Castiel could understand Dean's suicidal bent. His younger brother had said "yes" to Lucifer and was now out to rule the world. He wondered what the Sam of Fandom would have to say of such behavior. What his father and step-mother would think.
He suspected he knew what Chuck would say.
He rather wished he were there right now, instead of facing down against his older brothers on the cusp of the end of the world. He missed the church, the wide-eyed looks on the students' faces when he gave a sermon. The ready access to alcohol.
No time for that now, though. "Hey, ass-butt!" (Chuck and Dean would both be rolling their eyes at that one.) Castiel flung his molotov cocktail of holy oil full force at Michael, feeling oddly satisfied as he watched his older brother go up in flames.
"Ass-butt?"
(Dean apparently didn't think much of it, either.)
"It's been a stressful few days. He'll be back -- and upset -- but you've got your five minutes."
Castiel could feel Lucifer's fury like a wall pressing into him even as he spoke to Dean. He turned.
"Castiel," Lucifer said. "Did you just molotov my brother with holy fire?"
"Uh." He clearly had. Maybe his time in Hell had given Lucifer eye trouble? It was worth a try. "No."
Maybe not. "No one dicks with Michael but me."
And Castiel exploded.
He hated when that happened.
[ooc: NFI. Dialog riffed straight fromthe worst season finale EVER, omg SPN 5.22. Alas, it kind of had to happen. . . .]
Admittedly, Castiel could understand Dean's suicidal bent. His younger brother had said "yes" to Lucifer and was now out to rule the world. He wondered what the Sam of Fandom would have to say of such behavior. What his father and step-mother would think.
He suspected he knew what Chuck would say.
He rather wished he were there right now, instead of facing down against his older brothers on the cusp of the end of the world. He missed the church, the wide-eyed looks on the students' faces when he gave a sermon. The ready access to alcohol.
No time for that now, though. "Hey, ass-butt!" (Chuck and Dean would both be rolling their eyes at that one.) Castiel flung his molotov cocktail of holy oil full force at Michael, feeling oddly satisfied as he watched his older brother go up in flames.
"Ass-butt?"
(Dean apparently didn't think much of it, either.)
"It's been a stressful few days. He'll be back -- and upset -- but you've got your five minutes."
Castiel could feel Lucifer's fury like a wall pressing into him even as he spoke to Dean. He turned.
"Castiel," Lucifer said. "Did you just molotov my brother with holy fire?"
"Uh." He clearly had. Maybe his time in Hell had given Lucifer eye trouble? It was worth a try. "No."
Maybe not. "No one dicks with Michael but me."
And Castiel exploded.
He hated when that happened.
[ooc: NFI. Dialog riffed straight from
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