No. 25: Silence is Golden
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: T
Warnings: Violence
Summary: “This is Heaven’s mercy, Castiel,” Michael said. Cas lay stunned beneath his foot, eyes wide and darting, throat trickling blood. “Be grateful that I have left you this much.”
(Episode AU, S5E22: Swan's Song)
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Dean flinched back as Michael erupted into flames with a scream, burning away into nothing. He stared from the empty space where Adam’s body had stood over to Cas.
“He’ll be back,” Cas nodded. “You’ve got your two minutes.”
“Castiel,” Lucifer’s voice was oddly sing-song, and when Dean shot a look back at him the smile on Sam’s face was almost patronizing. “Did you just Molotov my brother with holy fire?”
“Uh…” Cas was backing away, hands held out.
“Ah-ah,” Lucifer held a hand up and waggled his finger. “Silence is golden.”
Dean watched in horror as Castiel’s mouth disappeared, sealed shut as though it had never been there. Cas tried to back away, but Lucifer seized him by the hair and slammed his face into his knee.
“No one dicks with Michael except me,” Lucifer spat. With a flick of his wrist, Cas was thrown sideways into Bobby, hard enough that they both flew into the trees behind them. They didn’t get back up.
Lucifer rolled his shoulders and turned back to face Dean. “Where were we?”
The next minute would haunt Dean for the rest of his life. However short that might be.
The devil, in his brother’s body, beating him within an inch of his life. His blood on Sam’s knuckles. Sam’s face twisted in a sick sort of pleasure.
He couldn’t fight back. Not when it was Sammy.
He’d only wanted his brother to know he wasn’t alone.
Lucifer froze, fist raised, expression falling slack. Horror spread across Sam’s face, and he staggered back.
“It’s okay, Dean,” he stammered, tugging the Horsemen’s rings out of his pocket. “It’s okay.”
Dean couldn’t move. Could barely breathe. He watched through eyes that were swollen nearly shut as Sam completed the ritual, opening the hole to the Cage. He tried to will himself to stand, to follow Sam, to grab onto his jacket and fall with him, but something in his chest moved with every breath and he wasn’t sure he could feel anything below his left knee.
And then Sam was gone, the hole in the earth closed over, and the stink of sulfur mingled with the smell of ozone as Michael arrived a moment too late.
Dean was barely aware of the archangel’s appearance. He’d managed to slump down to his hands and knees, though he wasn’t sure where he was going. Crawling to the hole, maybe? Maybe something was there? He could still follow Sam?
“I don’t know if I should be thanking you.”
He didn’t even have it in him to flinch at the archangel’s imperious voice.
“You might think you did me a service,” Michael continued, crouching down next to Dean, hand on the back of his neck. “But this was my fight. Not yours.”
Dean closed his swollen eyes. If the archangel was going to kill him, might as well get it over with.
“Still. I suppose this was no without its benefits.” Michael pulled away, and Dean nearly collapsed as his body knit itself back together. “You have merely managed to delay Armageddon, not abolish it. And in doing so, exposed a traitor among my ranks.”
Traitor? Dean painfully shoved himself up to his feet—apparently Michael had only been concerned with preserving his life, not healing his wounds—and staggered after the archangel. “Hey, wait a second.”
“Castiel!” Michael had already reached the bodies by the tree. He grabbed Cas by the front of his shirt and hoisted him up into the air. “What was that you called me?”
“He called you ass-butt,” Dean offered. Michael turned toward him, fury in his eyes, and Dean tried to shrug. “He’s not very good with the insults, it doesn’t really mean anything.”
Cas’s mouth was still sealed shut, and he struggled against Michael’s hold. Behind him, Bobby shifted on the ground, hand going to his eyes. He was coming around, but Michael largely ignored him.
“There is only one suitable punishment for an angel who stands against the law of Heaven,” Michael intoned.
“Wait, just…just wait!” Dean staggered forward a few more steps, until he reached a tree to lean against. “Cas’s already paid for that. He’s not an angel anymore.”
“No, he’s still an angel,” Michael said, his attention focused on Castiel again. “Fallen or not, he is an angel. For now.”
Michael spun around and strode back into the clearing, Cas still held aloft. Dean tried to follow, but his knees gave out after a few steps, and it was all he could do to hold himself upright enough to see what was happening.
“Castiel. You are hereby cast out of Heaven, by the will of our Father, and by the hand of his first son.”
He threw Cas down to the ground and rolled him onto his stomach. Michael placed a foot against Cas’s back, just above his waistband, and leaned over to clench both his hands into fists.
Dean barely had time to wonder what the archangel was doing before Michael wrenched both hands up and away. There was a spray of blood and a sudden shower of black feathers. For a moment, Michael’s hands seemed to be holding large, feathered wings, before he tightened his fists again and they burned to ash.
Cas’s body had gone rigid, his face twisted in anguish. Even from where he knelt, Dean could see tears in the angel’s eyes.
Michael leaned down, foot still on Cas’s back, and twisted his fingers in his dark hair to yank his head back. He had a blade in his hand, a sliver streak in the air as he slashed Cas’s throat.
“No!” Dean struggled to his feet, but a gesture from Michael threw him down again. He could only watch as a faint ribbon of light, more gray than white, trickled out of Cas’s throat to be gathered in Michael’s hand.
“It is done,” the archangel proclaimed. He tightened his fist, there was a sharp scent of burning ozone, and when he opened his hand only ashes remained.
“This is Heaven’s mercy, Castiel,” Michael said. Cas lay stunned beneath his foot, eyes wide and darting, throat trickling blood. “Be grateful that I have left you this much.”
He backed away, leaving Cas torn and bloodied on the ground, and turned to stare at Dean. “You have made yourselves enemies of Heaven. Pray we do not meet again.”
Then Adam was throwing his head back, brilliant white-blue light erupting out of his mouth before he collapsed to the ground.
And Castiel screamed.
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Random things I like to hc :
(here's : part 2)
- Constantine calling Batman "love" anytime.
"Good plan, love. Now, if I may add..."
- Diana constantly fighting the urge to add multiple times in the footnotes of her research papers : "*I know that because I was there."
- Clark feeling some type of way whenever anyone from the Batfam calls him Uncle Clark (he does tear up a little the first few times).
- Anytime, Booster would get cancelled for a tweet, he'd go back in time just far enough to prevent from tweeting it. He did that way too many times.
- Barry and Hal being that one best friend duo that are big on PDA. Most of the time during JL meetings, Hal's leg would be intertwined with Barry's.
- Given that the way they usually interact correlates with what he learned about married couples, J'onn assumed for the longest time that Bruce and Clark were spouses.
- Much like how Clark switches off his kansan accent when he's being Superman, Bruce switches off his "posh" accent when he's being Batman.
- On the contrary, Oliver always sounds filthy rich.
- Everytime someone mentions (any) Robin, Hal's mind still can't fathom that Batman's sidekick is a literal child.
- Dick is a bisexual flirt in and out of costume.
- Regular occurence : Batman enters the meeting room, sees Booster's stupid expression that's a clear sign he's going to share very stupid ideas, and Batman exits the room without a word. He doesn't come back for the rest of the meeting. After it happened more than once, some of the members get the clue and walk out as well.
- Superman can recite entire movies by heart. Not surprising in and of itself, but surprising that Bruce silently lets him do it over his shoulder when he's working in the batcave. Lets Clark unwind and gives Bruce background noise.
- After multiple complaints, Batman had to soundproof Dinah and Oliver's room in the watchtower.
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More random hcs please, they are amazing
Thank you !! There you go ✨ (here's : part 1)
More random things I like to hc :
- When she's training, Diana listens to binaural beats claiming that it gives her the opportunity to train and meditate simultaneously. "It's an incredible time saving.", she'd say. Bruce would roll his eyes.
- Oliver and Hal would beg Batman to install a confessional in the Watchtower, like in reality shows. Because he obviously refuses, they'd stand in front of any security camera and use them as one, rambling on and on about the other members.
- Dick is a total extrovert. When he has some time to recharge in between day work and night vigilantism, he lets off steam in nightclubs. He took Tim (who-recharges-when-alone™) once : he hated it.
- Most of the time Dinah would show up at meetings with sunglasses to look "mysteriously cool". Actually, she can't sleep at night.
- Booster would definitely refer to himself in the third person.
- Clark being Bruce's personal masseur is one of their rituals. Whenever his super senses notice a specific tenseness in Batman's body, Clark would end up joining him in the batcave and giving him a massage session. Bruce would just accept it without a word.
- When he's not the one leading the meeting, Batman is usually snacking on a bag of nuts.
- Alfred has a workshop in the manor where he makes pottery. He makes bat-shaped objects that everyone in the Batfam loves. He made mugs, plates, jars, etc.
- Booster would use Skeets as a soundboard to accompany his every actions and illustrate his jokes. Shayera lost her temper once and broke Skeets in half. No worries, Victor helped repair him, although it was still a traumatizing experience for Booster.
- Hal has a collection of Top Gun goodies. At some point, Bruce brought him the original G-1 jacket from Tom Cruise for his birthday.
- Batman is absolutely excellent at everything he puts his mind to, except the absolute purge that is the game Sekiro. It started when Tim was raging while playing the game. Bruce passed behind him and let out a fatherly "You should learn how to control your emotions better, Tim.". Cue Tim challenging him to play. Then, there remained Batman cursing at a screen, desperately replaying a boss fight for the nth time.
- Booster and Ted have this promise that if neither one of them gets married at a certain age, they'd marry each other. Although, Ted is still looking for love, Booster is satisfied with the idea he'd end up marrying Ted.
- Oliver's neck is very often covered in hickeys.
- Constantine and Alfred are actually good buddies. They facetime a lot when Alfred is busy in the kitchen and John has some free time. That's how John knows so much about Bruce.
- The batfam plays a game where they make up elaborate life stories for strangers they encounter in public. Using their detective skills, they later discover the real stories and the winner is the one whose made-up backstory comes closest to the truth.
- Sometimes, Victor and Clark play football together. They both loved it in the past and they both lost the opportunity to commit and progress in the field. It's just the two of them, but it still helps heal their inner teen.
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