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And It Looks Like We Made It Once Again 2/2
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And Now, the Rest of the Story
Castiel was confused. Zachariah was sending him to Earth to make sure a demon didn’t die? He thought killing demons, especially major ones like Azazel, was generally a good thing. But Zachariah had insisted, and Castiel knew better than to question orders. So here he was, headed to intercept John Winchester.
Suddenly a black tornado whirled in front of him.
He pulled up short. “Out of my way, demon.”
A strangely female voice hissed, “You’re not going anywhere, angel.”
“I don’t have time for this.” He tried to go around it.
It blocked his path. “No! You’re not going to kill my father!”
He dodged again, or tried to. “You would do well not to hinder me!”
“You would do better to leave us ALONE!”
Back and forth they bobbed and weaved and spat at each other until:
“Hey, muttonheads.”
Light and smoke both spun to face the new voice, but the speaker was hidden from their sight.
“You’re too late.” And a split second later, they felt the shockwave of Azazel’s death.
Angel and demon both cried out in distress.
“Now, this is interesting,” said the new voice, which Castiel thought sounded like Gabriel but couldn’t quite be sure. “Why did you both react the same way?”
“My father!” the demon wailed.
“Yeah, yeah, you, I get. Castiel, what the hells were you doing here?”
“I was sent to prevent its death!” he cried out.
“Prevent?!” the demon echoed. “Then—then I—” It let out a wordless shriek of grief and self-loathing.
“Wait a minute,” said the other voice, which really was starting to sound like Gabriel. “Castiel, who sent you to save a demon’s life?”
“My superior.”
“For Cthulhu’s sake, why?”
“I was ordered....”
“Yeah, I got that part. Why would one angel send another to rescue a demon?”
“I was ordered....” was all Castiel could say.
There was a pause, and then the mystery speaker revealed himself. It was Gabriel. “Talk to me, little brother. Which superior sent you here?”
Castiel felt his head bow. “Zachariah.”
“Zachariah? But ol’ Lion-breath’s charged with—wait a minute. Wait. A. Minute. Who pulled that trigger just now?”
“John Winchester.”
Gabriel’s wings flared out in anger. “Mike’s latest vessel. Zach’s exceeding his authority—he’s trying to make sure the Apocalypse starts, not stopping it!”
“But that’s impossible!”
Gabriel turned to the demon. “Your father’s orders from Lucifer. What were they?”
“Father!” it wailed. “Father!”
“SPEAK!”
She whimpered. “I don’t know what you mean! Lucifer is imprisoned!”
“But Azazel spoke to him in ’72. He got orders—orders about children, right?”
“Yes, to infect them, empower them, fight to the death!”
“And who was his favorite?”
“Sam Winchester!”
Castiel recoiled in shock. “But if—I—I don’t understand, Gabriel! If this is Father’s will—”
“Dad’s will,” Gabriel interrupted in a quiet tone that meant he was furious, “is for the Winchesters to be left alone.”
“But then... why would I be...”
“Because Zach’s decided he knows better than Dad, that’s why! I can’t imagine Michael giving his blessing to this, but even if he did, Zach’s the immediate threat. We need to teach him a lesson.”
“How?” the she-demon hissed.
Gabriel raised an eyebrow. “Why should I tell you?”
“Because if he was trying to save my father, I owe him!”
“Owe him what?”
“Owe him news of what his brothers are trying to do to him!” She then went off into vulgarity and it was plain that she hadn’t meant to blurt that out. Something was making her truthful and she hated it!
“Now, after an outburst like that, what makes you think I’m letting you live?”
“Your kind doesn’t kill!”
Gabriel’s sword shimmered into his hand. “Oh, really?”
She tried to flee, but her smoke wouldn’t move. “RELEASE ME!”
“No. Here’s the score, cupcake. You keep your mitts off Sam Winchester, help us take down Zachariah, and you can live. If you don’t...” He rested the tip of his sword against the smoke.
She roared in pain.
“What’s it gonna be?”
“I want to live!”
Gabriel backed away. “Castiel, find her an empty vessel—and bind her in it.”
Castiel vanished to complete his task. Twenty minutes later, she spat real spit at him as she healed her new body’s stab wounds.
Castiel only rolled his eyes. “How should we proceed, Gabriel?”
The demoness tried twice to smoke out. But she was doubly bound; even if she managed to break the binding link on her skin, the sigils Castiel had carved on her ribs would keep her confined. “I hate you!” she finally growled.
“I was trying to save your father,” Castiel pointed out in a reasonable tone he knew demons found maddening. “You were the one who prevented me. But then, if Zachariah hadn’t sent me, you wouldn’t have been so focused on me as to ignore John Winchester.”
She curled in on herself, trembling.
“So you see, in a way... this is all Zachariah’s fault.”
Gabriel grinned at him.
“Yes... I agree,” she growled.
“So leaving Sam Winchester alone is fair repayment for being allowed to help us take revenge, isn’t it?”
“Fair enough.”
Castiel nodded and looked at Gabriel.
Before Gabriel could respond, though, they both heard Zachariah calling, Castiel? What happened? Why is Azazel dead?
Castiel looked wide-eyed at Gabriel.
Gabriel held up a hand. “Don’t answer.”
“But...”
“Shh.”
Castiel went silent.
Zachariah called again, but again Gabriel shushed Castiel. “We want to draw him out. This is as good a way as any.”
The demoness snarled, “And what am I to do?”
Gabriel thought for a moment, then grabbed a branch from a nearby tree and turned it into what looked like an angel sword. “Hold that,” he said, handing it to her. “Castiel, lie down.”
He obeyed, a wary eye on the nameless demon.
Castiel!
He kept silent.
Gabriel snapped his fingers, and suddenly the stench of burned feathers filled the air. “Don’t move,” he told Castiel. “You’re dead. Cutie-pie here just killed you.”
He blanked his eyes, half-masting them.
“Think you know what to do when Zach shows up?” Gabriel asked the demon.
“Tell me,” she snarked.
Gabriel rolled his eyes and twirled his own sword. “If you can’t fill in the blanks, you’re on your own.” Then he hid himself again.
She stood over Castiel like she was the victor.
And moments later, they heard Zachariah’s lion’s-head roar. “What is the meaning of this?” his human head thundered.
“Well, well,” she sing-songed. “Another of the God Squad come to play....”
“You damned little fool! You’ve wrecked everything!”
“I’ve killed one of yours... you’ve killed hundreds of mine... I fail to see how that’s ruined everything.”
“If I tell Lilith that you’ve interfered...”
“I’m not afraid of her.”
“You should be. This angel was going to save Azazel’s life so that Azazel could continue preparing Lucifer’s vessel for his role in the Apocalypse!”
She laughed. “Right, like that’s not just a legend told to give my kind false hope!”
“Don’t tell me you don’t know of the Boy King.”
“I know of him. I – DON’T – CARE!”
“You should care, damn you! I saw to his mother’s deal myself! I made sure Mary Winchester would die!”
She just glared at him. “You. Do not. Tell me how I should feel.”
“I forget.” Zachariah’s sword flashed into his hand. “Scum like you feel only pain.”
She spun and brought up her own ‘sword.’
Zachariah swung—and Castiel rolled into his legs, knocking him down. He hit the ground with a gasp. And before he could rise, Gabriel appeared and ran him through, pinning him to the ground.
“Glad you confessed of your own free will,” Gabriel growled. “And you’re clearly unrepentant up to now. So here’s your last chance, kid. Do you repent of what you’ve done to the Winchesters?”
“I AM BLAMELESS!” he swore. “I HAVE DONE ONLY WHAT WAS NECESSARY!”
“That’s not what Dad says.”
“Father is GONE!”
“Not as gone as you are.” Gabriel twisted the sword and jerked it out.
Zachariah’s eyes lit and his body flared and wings erupted and burned. Then his grace exploded—and the shock made the ground shake so much, the demoness fell.
Gabriel sighed. “Those hunters can’t have missed that. Here, brother.” He snapped his fingers—and suddenly both angels were in mortal form.
Castiel looked at himself. “What is this?”
“Do-it-yourself vessel. Can’t risk hurting the humans. Hang tight.”
“What about me?” the demoness demanded.
“You stay put, too.”
She growled, but obeyed.
Moments later, John Winchester ran into view, with Bobby Singer and Jim Murphy hard on his heels. All three had shotguns at the ready.
“What the hell happened here?” John asked.
Her hand tightened on her fake sword, but she didn’t move.
“John Winchester?” Gabriel asked.
“What about him?” John demanded.
“Name’s Loki. This is Castiel, and...” He paused to let the demoness introduce herself.
“Megara,” she said. “Call me Meg.”
“We’re here to finish what you started,” Gabriel continued.
John just frowned at him.
“How much do you know about why Azazel killed Mary?”
“He killed her because he’s a demon and that’s what demons do.”
Meg’s lip curled.
“No, I mean... do you know why he was in Sammy’s bedroom?”
“He wanted my son – and my wife walked in. She stopped him from carrying my boy away.”
“Carrying him away,” Meg scoffed. “If Mary hadn’t walked into that room that night, none of you would even have known Azazel was there. Sammy would have stayed right where he was... a perfect little cuckoo egg in your happy little nest.”
“What are you saying?” John demanded.
“Azazel fed Sammy his blood. Once he came into his powers, he would have been groomed to take his rightful place... as the Boy King of Hell.”
Jim stepped forward. “Not going to happen.”
“No,” Castiel replied. “It’s not. Not now.”
“You took out Azazel,” Gabriel added. “And we...” Here he revealed Zachariah’s remains. “Just took down the fallen angel who was working with him.”
“Now,” Meg said, disappointment lacing her voice. “When he comes into his powers – if he comes into his powers – he’ll just be another powerful human.”
“And Hell has renounced all claim to him,” Castiel concluded with a pointed look at Meg.
“All claim,” Meg repeated with a nod.
John was clearly having trouble getting his head around what he’d just heard. “Wait. He’s a Trickster. She’s a demon. Why should I believe any of you?”
“Because we didn’t kill you.”
John bristled, but Castiel stepped forward. “You don’t have to believe them. Believe me. I’m an angel of the Lord.” And he allowed the humans to see the shadows of his wings.
Jim crossed himself.
John stared wide-eyed for a moment, but then his face twisted in fury, and he fired at Castiel—to no avail. “Where the hell were you when Mary died?!” he bellowed.
Castiel looked impassively at John and – though he didn’t have to – answered him. “We were making sure your oldest could carry your baby out of the house without harming either of them.”
John blinked and faltered. “But... But Mary....”
“—is in Heaven, John. It was her time.”
“Yeah,” Meg said. “She got what she wanted – her family intact, even without her there.”
Bobby caught John’s shotgun as he crumpled under the weight of his grief.
Castiel flew over to put a hand on John’s shoulder. “John. It’s over. Your wife is avenged, and your sons are safe.”
“... over?”
“Over. You don’t have to fight anymore.”
“I don’t –”
“Your future will be of your own choosing now. No destiny. No interference. Just your free will.”
John took a deep breath.
“Choose well.” And Castiel went back to the others.
John looked at his friends.
“C’mon, John,” Bobby said. “Let’s head back—think we’ve got a lot to talk about.”
John nodded and waked away as if in a daze. His friends flanked him, though Jim looked back and gave Castiel a solemn nod of thanks.
Castiel returned it, and the hunters walked into their future.
Castiel looked over at Gabriel. “Now what?”
Meg snorted. “Now I’m outta here.” She tried to move, and couldn’t. “Let me go.”
Gabriel looked at her. “Remember your promise. Break it –”
“And I’m dead. I know. I wanna live.”
Gabriel nodded and suddenly she could move – and she did, vanishing in a sulfuric stink.
“I... don’t suppose you expect me to trust her,” said Castiel.
“No. But keep an eye on her as well as on the Winchesters. I’ll help.” He put his hand on Castiel’s shoulder. “We’ve got work to do.”
Castiel was confused. Zachariah was sending him to Earth to make sure a demon didn’t die? He thought killing demons, especially major ones like Azazel, was generally a good thing. But Zachariah had insisted, and Castiel knew better than to question orders. So here he was, headed to intercept John Winchester.
Suddenly a black tornado whirled in front of him.
He pulled up short. “Out of my way, demon.”
A strangely female voice hissed, “You’re not going anywhere, angel.”
“I don’t have time for this.” He tried to go around it.
It blocked his path. “No! You’re not going to kill my father!”
He dodged again, or tried to. “You would do well not to hinder me!”
“You would do better to leave us ALONE!”
Back and forth they bobbed and weaved and spat at each other until:
“Hey, muttonheads.”
Light and smoke both spun to face the new voice, but the speaker was hidden from their sight.
“You’re too late.” And a split second later, they felt the shockwave of Azazel’s death.
Angel and demon both cried out in distress.
“Now, this is interesting,” said the new voice, which Castiel thought sounded like Gabriel but couldn’t quite be sure. “Why did you both react the same way?”
“My father!” the demon wailed.
“Yeah, yeah, you, I get. Castiel, what the hells were you doing here?”
“I was sent to prevent its death!” he cried out.
“Prevent?!” the demon echoed. “Then—then I—” It let out a wordless shriek of grief and self-loathing.
“Wait a minute,” said the other voice, which really was starting to sound like Gabriel. “Castiel, who sent you to save a demon’s life?”
“My superior.”
“For Cthulhu’s sake, why?”
“I was ordered....”
“Yeah, I got that part. Why would one angel send another to rescue a demon?”
“I was ordered....” was all Castiel could say.
There was a pause, and then the mystery speaker revealed himself. It was Gabriel. “Talk to me, little brother. Which superior sent you here?”
Castiel felt his head bow. “Zachariah.”
“Zachariah? But ol’ Lion-breath’s charged with—wait a minute. Wait. A. Minute. Who pulled that trigger just now?”
“John Winchester.”
Gabriel’s wings flared out in anger. “Mike’s latest vessel. Zach’s exceeding his authority—he’s trying to make sure the Apocalypse starts, not stopping it!”
“But that’s impossible!”
Gabriel turned to the demon. “Your father’s orders from Lucifer. What were they?”
“Father!” it wailed. “Father!”
“SPEAK!”
She whimpered. “I don’t know what you mean! Lucifer is imprisoned!”
“But Azazel spoke to him in ’72. He got orders—orders about children, right?”
“Yes, to infect them, empower them, fight to the death!”
“And who was his favorite?”
“Sam Winchester!”
Castiel recoiled in shock. “But if—I—I don’t understand, Gabriel! If this is Father’s will—”
“Dad’s will,” Gabriel interrupted in a quiet tone that meant he was furious, “is for the Winchesters to be left alone.”
“But then... why would I be...”
“Because Zach’s decided he knows better than Dad, that’s why! I can’t imagine Michael giving his blessing to this, but even if he did, Zach’s the immediate threat. We need to teach him a lesson.”
“How?” the she-demon hissed.
Gabriel raised an eyebrow. “Why should I tell you?”
“Because if he was trying to save my father, I owe him!”
“Owe him what?”
“Owe him news of what his brothers are trying to do to him!” She then went off into vulgarity and it was plain that she hadn’t meant to blurt that out. Something was making her truthful and she hated it!
“Now, after an outburst like that, what makes you think I’m letting you live?”
“Your kind doesn’t kill!”
Gabriel’s sword shimmered into his hand. “Oh, really?”
She tried to flee, but her smoke wouldn’t move. “RELEASE ME!”
“No. Here’s the score, cupcake. You keep your mitts off Sam Winchester, help us take down Zachariah, and you can live. If you don’t...” He rested the tip of his sword against the smoke.
She roared in pain.
“What’s it gonna be?”
“I want to live!”
Gabriel backed away. “Castiel, find her an empty vessel—and bind her in it.”
Castiel vanished to complete his task. Twenty minutes later, she spat real spit at him as she healed her new body’s stab wounds.
Castiel only rolled his eyes. “How should we proceed, Gabriel?”
The demoness tried twice to smoke out. But she was doubly bound; even if she managed to break the binding link on her skin, the sigils Castiel had carved on her ribs would keep her confined. “I hate you!” she finally growled.
“I was trying to save your father,” Castiel pointed out in a reasonable tone he knew demons found maddening. “You were the one who prevented me. But then, if Zachariah hadn’t sent me, you wouldn’t have been so focused on me as to ignore John Winchester.”
She curled in on herself, trembling.
“So you see, in a way... this is all Zachariah’s fault.”
Gabriel grinned at him.
“Yes... I agree,” she growled.
“So leaving Sam Winchester alone is fair repayment for being allowed to help us take revenge, isn’t it?”
“Fair enough.”
Castiel nodded and looked at Gabriel.
Before Gabriel could respond, though, they both heard Zachariah calling, Castiel? What happened? Why is Azazel dead?
Castiel looked wide-eyed at Gabriel.
Gabriel held up a hand. “Don’t answer.”
“But...”
“Shh.”
Castiel went silent.
Zachariah called again, but again Gabriel shushed Castiel. “We want to draw him out. This is as good a way as any.”
The demoness snarled, “And what am I to do?”
Gabriel thought for a moment, then grabbed a branch from a nearby tree and turned it into what looked like an angel sword. “Hold that,” he said, handing it to her. “Castiel, lie down.”
He obeyed, a wary eye on the nameless demon.
Castiel!
He kept silent.
Gabriel snapped his fingers, and suddenly the stench of burned feathers filled the air. “Don’t move,” he told Castiel. “You’re dead. Cutie-pie here just killed you.”
He blanked his eyes, half-masting them.
“Think you know what to do when Zach shows up?” Gabriel asked the demon.
“Tell me,” she snarked.
Gabriel rolled his eyes and twirled his own sword. “If you can’t fill in the blanks, you’re on your own.” Then he hid himself again.
She stood over Castiel like she was the victor.
And moments later, they heard Zachariah’s lion’s-head roar. “What is the meaning of this?” his human head thundered.
“Well, well,” she sing-songed. “Another of the God Squad come to play....”
“You damned little fool! You’ve wrecked everything!”
“I’ve killed one of yours... you’ve killed hundreds of mine... I fail to see how that’s ruined everything.”
“If I tell Lilith that you’ve interfered...”
“I’m not afraid of her.”
“You should be. This angel was going to save Azazel’s life so that Azazel could continue preparing Lucifer’s vessel for his role in the Apocalypse!”
She laughed. “Right, like that’s not just a legend told to give my kind false hope!”
“Don’t tell me you don’t know of the Boy King.”
“I know of him. I – DON’T – CARE!”
“You should care, damn you! I saw to his mother’s deal myself! I made sure Mary Winchester would die!”
She just glared at him. “You. Do not. Tell me how I should feel.”
“I forget.” Zachariah’s sword flashed into his hand. “Scum like you feel only pain.”
She spun and brought up her own ‘sword.’
Zachariah swung—and Castiel rolled into his legs, knocking him down. He hit the ground with a gasp. And before he could rise, Gabriel appeared and ran him through, pinning him to the ground.
“Glad you confessed of your own free will,” Gabriel growled. “And you’re clearly unrepentant up to now. So here’s your last chance, kid. Do you repent of what you’ve done to the Winchesters?”
“I AM BLAMELESS!” he swore. “I HAVE DONE ONLY WHAT WAS NECESSARY!”
“That’s not what Dad says.”
“Father is GONE!”
“Not as gone as you are.” Gabriel twisted the sword and jerked it out.
Zachariah’s eyes lit and his body flared and wings erupted and burned. Then his grace exploded—and the shock made the ground shake so much, the demoness fell.
Gabriel sighed. “Those hunters can’t have missed that. Here, brother.” He snapped his fingers—and suddenly both angels were in mortal form.
Castiel looked at himself. “What is this?”
“Do-it-yourself vessel. Can’t risk hurting the humans. Hang tight.”
“What about me?” the demoness demanded.
“You stay put, too.”
She growled, but obeyed.
Moments later, John Winchester ran into view, with Bobby Singer and Jim Murphy hard on his heels. All three had shotguns at the ready.
“What the hell happened here?” John asked.
Her hand tightened on her fake sword, but she didn’t move.
“John Winchester?” Gabriel asked.
“What about him?” John demanded.
“Name’s Loki. This is Castiel, and...” He paused to let the demoness introduce herself.
“Megara,” she said. “Call me Meg.”
“We’re here to finish what you started,” Gabriel continued.
John just frowned at him.
“How much do you know about why Azazel killed Mary?”
“He killed her because he’s a demon and that’s what demons do.”
Meg’s lip curled.
“No, I mean... do you know why he was in Sammy’s bedroom?”
“He wanted my son – and my wife walked in. She stopped him from carrying my boy away.”
“Carrying him away,” Meg scoffed. “If Mary hadn’t walked into that room that night, none of you would even have known Azazel was there. Sammy would have stayed right where he was... a perfect little cuckoo egg in your happy little nest.”
“What are you saying?” John demanded.
“Azazel fed Sammy his blood. Once he came into his powers, he would have been groomed to take his rightful place... as the Boy King of Hell.”
Jim stepped forward. “Not going to happen.”
“No,” Castiel replied. “It’s not. Not now.”
“You took out Azazel,” Gabriel added. “And we...” Here he revealed Zachariah’s remains. “Just took down the fallen angel who was working with him.”
“Now,” Meg said, disappointment lacing her voice. “When he comes into his powers – if he comes into his powers – he’ll just be another powerful human.”
“And Hell has renounced all claim to him,” Castiel concluded with a pointed look at Meg.
“All claim,” Meg repeated with a nod.
John was clearly having trouble getting his head around what he’d just heard. “Wait. He’s a Trickster. She’s a demon. Why should I believe any of you?”
“Because we didn’t kill you.”
John bristled, but Castiel stepped forward. “You don’t have to believe them. Believe me. I’m an angel of the Lord.” And he allowed the humans to see the shadows of his wings.
Jim crossed himself.
John stared wide-eyed for a moment, but then his face twisted in fury, and he fired at Castiel—to no avail. “Where the hell were you when Mary died?!” he bellowed.
Castiel looked impassively at John and – though he didn’t have to – answered him. “We were making sure your oldest could carry your baby out of the house without harming either of them.”
John blinked and faltered. “But... But Mary....”
“—is in Heaven, John. It was her time.”
“Yeah,” Meg said. “She got what she wanted – her family intact, even without her there.”
Bobby caught John’s shotgun as he crumpled under the weight of his grief.
Castiel flew over to put a hand on John’s shoulder. “John. It’s over. Your wife is avenged, and your sons are safe.”
“... over?”
“Over. You don’t have to fight anymore.”
“I don’t –”
“Your future will be of your own choosing now. No destiny. No interference. Just your free will.”
John took a deep breath.
“Choose well.” And Castiel went back to the others.
John looked at his friends.
“C’mon, John,” Bobby said. “Let’s head back—think we’ve got a lot to talk about.”
John nodded and waked away as if in a daze. His friends flanked him, though Jim looked back and gave Castiel a solemn nod of thanks.
Castiel returned it, and the hunters walked into their future.
Castiel looked over at Gabriel. “Now what?”
Meg snorted. “Now I’m outta here.” She tried to move, and couldn’t. “Let me go.”
Gabriel looked at her. “Remember your promise. Break it –”
“And I’m dead. I know. I wanna live.”
Gabriel nodded and suddenly she could move – and she did, vanishing in a sulfuric stink.
“I... don’t suppose you expect me to trust her,” said Castiel.
“No. But keep an eye on her as well as on the Winchesters. I’ll help.” He put his hand on Castiel’s shoulder. “We’ve got work to do.”
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You left it pretty open ended- any chance for a sequel? :D
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