STORY: Blue as the Ocean (Resilient) 3/?
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Tittle: Blue as the ocean.(Resilient)
Author: Kali
Characters: Dean W. Sam W. Castiel, others
Pairings: Destiel, Sabriel Warnings: Spoilers to S11 11x10 and 11x11(but nothing you don't know I'm sure.)
Rating: +15 for angst, self harm, violence and adult themes.
N/A: it's coming to be longer than expected.
***
Part TWO
***
Dean and Sam were sitting at the end of the table as Gabriel and Lucifer were looking at each other wincing as the angels were making a screeching noise, so loud and so powerful dust were falling from the roof, as if the entire bunker were rattled by heavy air fire.
“What you think they’re saying?” Sam asked in one little whisper; Dean only made a face and moved a hand enough for his brother to understand he had no idea either.
“We need Michael’s sword.” Gabriel stated getting up in one fluid motion.
“Yes,” Casifer said with a nod. “We can use it against her, it’s what defeated her the first time around.
Dean and Sam shared a look before the older one spoke. “are you saying it was Michael who defeated her? And you threatened my brother and took Castiel’s vessel for nothing?”
Castiel’s vessel rubbed his chin looking remorseful. “yeah… about that… king of Hell, remember?” the Winchesters rolled their eyes as Lucifer spoke again. “Yes it was Michael who defeated The Darkness, it was him after all who defeated her the first time around. Happy?!?” he said impishly. “Can we go back to the weapon that can destroy her?”
Sam got up. “My brother is not gonna say yes.”
Gabriel made a face of pure, honest affectionate amusement. “That’s sweet, but My older brother is umm… a jerk and I rather work with the emo one than the goody two shoes one.”
“HEY!!” complained the other archangel getting up with a frown.
“Shut up Luce…” Gabriel warned sword of fire in full display. “You killed me, remember?”
Dean let out a breath tensing his jaw to gather what little patience he had. “Where do we find the fucking sword then?”
Casifer got close to him with a sarcastic smile and frowning as he analyzed Dean’s face closely. “Is not a what, is a who…” and snickering. “Why are you so stupidly attractive?”
Dean backed away startled blinking.
***
Sam Winchester saw his brother looking himself in the mirror his chest bare as he examined the new mark.
Michael’s sword was the vessel marked to be used by him, the same that was in Saint Michael Arhangel's medal.
“Dee…” he started.
“Don’t worry Sammy, I did some research, this is not an invitation to get comfortable or anything, it’s just an acknowledgement that I’m a vessel for him, that he could make his work using this body.” And with a sigh as he put his shirt on he added. “That I’m his weapon.” He was looking into his brother’s eyes through the mirror with a smile. “Nothing we didn’t know yet.”
Sam was carrying a gallon bottle of something and a bottle of sacred oil for the sigils that will prevent The Darkness to run away, and he turned when dean chuckled amused. “I don’t think this is funny dean.”
“I know… I know it’s just…” and rubbing the place where the mark had been and motioning to his shoulder where once Cas’ handprint had been. “The original idea was to have mark all over, to have tattoos and marks all over my body.”
Sam huffed. “Bet dad would’ve loved that.” Dean chuckled back. “Why you never…”
Dean looked sad and old for a second. “Our life is full of pain and scars, marks of a different nature, I just didn’t see the point on having even more of those just because I was stupid.”
Sam frowned. “you’re not stupid Dean.”
Dean took his green plaid shirt and as he put it on turned. “really? Because I’m joining Lucifer, King of Hell, the guy who had screwed us over more than once and swore to kill us, and the freaking Trickster; the Archangel who did not only kill me a couple thousand times, and only brought me back because he has a crush on you… and I’m facing God’s angry sister.”
Both smiled. “Whatever happen… we’ll find a way to be okay.” Sam promised.
“Whatever happens; we’ll be okay.” Sam nodded and moved to hug his brother.
***
Dean carrying his stone close to his chest and brandishing the new tattoo taken from a grave inside Saint Peter’s basilica –supposedly the only proof that angels existed, since it was Archangel Michael’s sigils- marched between Lucifer and Gabriel as Sam sealed the area with holy oil and lamb blood so not even God’s sister could go out.
“That ass had no sense of fashion whatsoever.” Stated Gabriel and Lucifer offered a hum agreeing with him as the trickster’s fingers thumped over Dean’s new tattoo..
Darkness was expecting the hunter, just the sight of him made her smile a little, what she wasn’t expecting was the archangels, Dean saw as two flashes of light, brighter and more powerful than regular angel’s grace fell upon Amara, He had to fight the need to protect her, to stand by her side; He saw for first time the real form of two archangels, Gabriel with the might of a hurricane and Lucifer with the power of thunder and war. At some point The Darkness made a threat and tried to reach him, since her attack was stopped by the mark of Michael’s sword she turned to Sam and let out a yowl of anger. Dean gasped and closed his eyes at the light and waft of wind.
He turned to notice that Sam was gone, wherever his baby brother was, he was safe and Dean could act now, he took out the angel blade given to him, and moved closer to The Darkness and even if at first he failed and was knocked down finally caught darkness and as he held her the other two archangels finished her.
Everything ended in an explosion of darkness and silence that sent the archangels flying away while Dean, fell in place, the mark disappeared from his chest, once more clean of any mark from Heaven of hell.
“What have you done?” Amara appeared in front of him and tried to reach him. “I told you, I told you we were supposed to be one.”
And she was gone; leaving him in front of Sam and Casifer.
Tittle: Blue as the ocean.(Resilient)
Author: Kali
Characters: Dean W. Sam W. Castiel, others
Pairings: Destiel, Sabriel Warnings: Spoilers to S11 11x10 and 11x11(but nothing you don't know I'm sure.)
Rating: +15 for angst, self harm, violence and adult themes.
N/A: it's coming to be longer than expected.
***
Part TWO
***
Dean and Sam were sitting at the end of the table as Gabriel and Lucifer were looking at each other wincing as the angels were making a screeching noise, so loud and so powerful dust were falling from the roof, as if the entire bunker were rattled by heavy air fire.
“What you think they’re saying?” Sam asked in one little whisper; Dean only made a face and moved a hand enough for his brother to understand he had no idea either.
“We need Michael’s sword.” Gabriel stated getting up in one fluid motion.
“Yes,” Casifer said with a nod. “We can use it against her, it’s what defeated her the first time around.
Dean and Sam shared a look before the older one spoke. “are you saying it was Michael who defeated her? And you threatened my brother and took Castiel’s vessel for nothing?”
Castiel’s vessel rubbed his chin looking remorseful. “yeah… about that… king of Hell, remember?” the Winchesters rolled their eyes as Lucifer spoke again. “Yes it was Michael who defeated The Darkness, it was him after all who defeated her the first time around. Happy?!?” he said impishly. “Can we go back to the weapon that can destroy her?”
Sam got up. “My brother is not gonna say yes.”
Gabriel made a face of pure, honest affectionate amusement. “That’s sweet, but My older brother is umm… a jerk and I rather work with the emo one than the goody two shoes one.”
“HEY!!” complained the other archangel getting up with a frown.
“Shut up Luce…” Gabriel warned sword of fire in full display. “You killed me, remember?”
Dean let out a breath tensing his jaw to gather what little patience he had. “Where do we find the fucking sword then?”
Casifer got close to him with a sarcastic smile and frowning as he analyzed Dean’s face closely. “Is not a what, is a who…” and snickering. “Why are you so stupidly attractive?”
Dean backed away startled blinking.
***
Sam Winchester saw his brother looking himself in the mirror his chest bare as he examined the new mark.
Michael’s sword was the vessel marked to be used by him, the same that was in Saint Michael Arhangel's medal.
“Dee…” he started.
“Don’t worry Sammy, I did some research, this is not an invitation to get comfortable or anything, it’s just an acknowledgement that I’m a vessel for him, that he could make his work using this body.” And with a sigh as he put his shirt on he added. “That I’m his weapon.” He was looking into his brother’s eyes through the mirror with a smile. “Nothing we didn’t know yet.”
Sam was carrying a gallon bottle of something and a bottle of sacred oil for the sigils that will prevent The Darkness to run away, and he turned when dean chuckled amused. “I don’t think this is funny dean.”
“I know… I know it’s just…” and rubbing the place where the mark had been and motioning to his shoulder where once Cas’ handprint had been. “The original idea was to have mark all over, to have tattoos and marks all over my body.”
Sam huffed. “Bet dad would’ve loved that.” Dean chuckled back. “Why you never…”
Dean looked sad and old for a second. “Our life is full of pain and scars, marks of a different nature, I just didn’t see the point on having even more of those just because I was stupid.”
Sam frowned. “you’re not stupid Dean.”
Dean took his green plaid shirt and as he put it on turned. “really? Because I’m joining Lucifer, King of Hell, the guy who had screwed us over more than once and swore to kill us, and the freaking Trickster; the Archangel who did not only kill me a couple thousand times, and only brought me back because he has a crush on you… and I’m facing God’s angry sister.”
Both smiled. “Whatever happen… we’ll find a way to be okay.” Sam promised.
“Whatever happens; we’ll be okay.” Sam nodded and moved to hug his brother.
***
Dean carrying his stone close to his chest and brandishing the new tattoo taken from a grave inside Saint Peter’s basilica –supposedly the only proof that angels existed, since it was Archangel Michael’s sigils- marched between Lucifer and Gabriel as Sam sealed the area with holy oil and lamb blood so not even God’s sister could go out.
“That ass had no sense of fashion whatsoever.” Stated Gabriel and Lucifer offered a hum agreeing with him as the trickster’s fingers thumped over Dean’s new tattoo..
Darkness was expecting the hunter, just the sight of him made her smile a little, what she wasn’t expecting was the archangels, Dean saw as two flashes of light, brighter and more powerful than regular angel’s grace fell upon Amara, He had to fight the need to protect her, to stand by her side; He saw for first time the real form of two archangels, Gabriel with the might of a hurricane and Lucifer with the power of thunder and war. At some point The Darkness made a threat and tried to reach him, since her attack was stopped by the mark of Michael’s sword she turned to Sam and let out a yowl of anger. Dean gasped and closed his eyes at the light and waft of wind.
He turned to notice that Sam was gone, wherever his baby brother was, he was safe and Dean could act now, he took out the angel blade given to him, and moved closer to The Darkness and even if at first he failed and was knocked down finally caught darkness and as he held her the other two archangels finished her.
Everything ended in an explosion of darkness and silence that sent the archangels flying away while Dean, fell in place, the mark disappeared from his chest, once more clean of any mark from Heaven of hell.
“What have you done?” Amara appeared in front of him and tried to reach him. “I told you, I told you we were supposed to be one.”
And she was gone; leaving him in front of Sam and Casifer.
