Satan Fell Like Lightning
Characters: Castiel, Sam, Dean
Spoilers: Up to episode 5.03
Note: Mostly an exposition because I fangirl two-against-the-world, torn-apart-by-fate plots so fucking hard. And I'm convinced that Castiel is most likely a Power, even though all my books have to say about him is that he rules over Thursday.
The seventy-two returned with joy and said, “Lord, even the demons submit to us in your name.”
He replied, “I saw Satan fall like lightning from heaven. I have given you authority to trample on snakes and scorpions and to overcome all the power of the enemy; nothing will harm you. However, do not rejoice that the spirits submit to you, but rejoice that your names are written in heaven.”
Castiel saw a great many things. As he watched Dean rip himself apart with guilt and self-loathing and fury at his brother, he could see the things that the
When it was discovered that the elder brother was the vessel for Michael and the younger a vessel for Lucifer, Castiel wasn’t surprised. Though he’d suspected, he hadn’t known; that kind of information was reserved for the higher ranking angels and not a mere Power. But he hadn’t been surprised. After all, Lucifer and Michael had always revolved around one another like two stars on a collision course even before the Great War, had been renowned for being the brightest of God’s Sons, had fought and loved and rivaled one another in a way that could still stir emotion in the hardest of marble angelic hearts.
It only made sense that their human vessels reflected such a dynamic. Castiel had seen many, many humans in his long years stationed on Earth, but the complicated love-hate-obsession-need between the
Castiel sometimes wondered if he was the only other angel to realize that sealing Lucifer in Hell had nearly undone Michael. As it was, the last time he’d seen the
Not unlike the broken something in Dean Winchester’s eyes he tried to say that he was happy he didn’t have to protect or see or even think about Sam anymore. Dean wasn’t lying, but that didn’t necessarily make it true, either. It was the kind of not-happiness that only people with absolutely nothing to lose ever found, like laughing as you pulled the trigger on yourself because, as the Winchesters might say, it was the best way to piss off your fucking enemies, dude.
And wasn’t it ironic that the brother with the most faith and compassion was the one destined to be used by Lucifer? But then, compassion also bred a greater capacity for cruelty. Lucifer’s first sin of Pride had been born out of loving too much, and Sam could be very, very cruel indeed.
Dean was largely straightforward in his goals and desires, but Sam…his soul was a twisted thing in Castiel’s eyes, torn between extremes of arrogance and love and determination and hatred, and it writhed like a living thing being pulled in too many directions at once with wire. If the elder brother had the single-minded instinct of a warrior and guardian, then the younger embodied the strange paradoxes of an intellectual, a questioner – an accuser. Ha-satan.
Castiel stood outside the bar where the potential Antichrist had hidden under a false name and normal job. He watched as two hunters tried to force Sam into drinking demon’s blood by threatening an innocent human girl. He watched as Sam beat them but didn’t kill them, still fighting to the very end against the plan that every angel and demon were trying to force on him.
Castiel found himself praying for the first time in his very long existence.
Don’t let Dean turn into the mindless soldier that Michael’s become.
Don’t let Sam become the same tyrant that Lucifer would be.
Don’t let them repeat the mistakes that angels have made before them.