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blue_bells» Title: Blink and You'll Miss It
» Fandom: Supernatural
» Warnings: No explanation for where Jesus has been moonlighting; the word count wouldn't allow it.
» Pairing(s)/Characters: Sam, Dean, Castiel and Gabriel
» Summary: Jesus was in Revelations, too, after all.
» A/N: Written here for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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On reflection, Sam agrees it’s strange that throughout the whole ordeal, although he was the one who used to pray and keep the faith, he never wondered at the absence in all of this of, well, the Messiah.
Jesus was in Revelations, too, after all.
Bearing down on the forces of Hell from at least 15,000ft, Jesus bore little resemblance to the tenets of ‘good will towards men’ and was more preoccupied hurling fire and scouring brimstone with the armies of Heaven at his back – Sam would later swear through tears that he saw his mother, Ellen and Jo in the storm – but it was still Jesus.
Nobody recognised him at the time except Gabriel and with some difficulty, as apparently Jesus had gone a bit emo since he was crucified, died and resurrected. He'd changed his hair.
“It was Gabriel who delivered the word of Jesus to Mary,” Castiel reasoned, as they stood by the sidelines where’d they’d been swept by a gale from the parted clouds. They were stunned and frankly euphoric that somebody with juice in Heaven was still on their side and had taken up the fight. With recruitments.
When the battle plains finally fell silent, Sam and Dean glimpsed the melting, twisted mountains of wreckage that used to be Chicago before it was eclipsed by the vision of a vast glade: green, gold grass fields and blue creeks that ran on to the horizon.
“Shit,” Dean stared, incredulous, “We died? As bystanders?”
After a pause staring towards a distant fork in the creek, Gabriel crowed and slapped Dean’s shoulder. “No, the city was just reset and we’ve been invited to the after party!”
Sam stuttered, “Wait, wait... we won?” He barked a laugh and tangled his hands in his hair, “Does that mean the Apocalypse is... over?”
“It means it’s time to turn some water into wine,” Gabriel grinned and pointed at a pale-robed man easing towards them through the field alone. He had dark, flowing hair to his shoulders and a water pitcher in one hand.
“I do not think that’s his intention, Gabriel,” Castiel still sounded cautious, a hand hovering between the brothers and this new stranger. Sam guessed that Castiel had never met Jesus, either.
Dean frowned at the Messiah’s slow approach. “Taking his time, isn’t he? Big change from the turbo-charged unicorn he rode in on.”
Castiel peered back at Dean. “I saw no unic—“
And then Sam’s eyes went wide. “Dean. Dean, it’s Jesus. It’s Jesus and I started the apocalypse –“
Gabriel was still grinning from ear to ear, unswayed. “And you’re at the after party, which means he’s forgiven you. He’s probably just coming over to offer you a drink, give a prayer of thanks –“
Dean shook his head, confused. “Is Jesus bipolar?”
“I’ll go meet him,” Castiel decided in that flat, business tone, like he was set to encounter a demon with powers unknown, but Gabriel bounded in front of him.
“Just try to beat me, Cas,” Gabriel called with a smirk, eyes glinting before he dashed. Castiel darted a glance back at Dean who just raised an eyebrow, Castiel straightened, cleared his throat and followed his brother at a calmer pace.
Sam and Dean stared after the two angels.
“D’you think Gabriel’s excited?”
“Thank God for Cas or I wouldn’t have believed this wasn’t some freaky purgatory.”
“I... don’t know if I’m ready to meet Jesus, Dean.”
Dean slowly nodded, “He’s carrying booze, right?”
Sam shrugged, face contorted helplessly. They glanced back at the angels and noted Castiel was awkwardly accepting an embrace from their rescuer (savior? Booze supplier?) while Gabriel held the pitcher aloft.
“Well, he’s bringing the first round to the party.”
Sam waited.
“We’ll make him take the first shot; soften him up a bit.”
» Fandom: Supernatural
» Warnings: No explanation for where Jesus has been moonlighting; the word count wouldn't allow it.
» Pairing(s)/Characters: Sam, Dean, Castiel and Gabriel
» Summary: Jesus was in Revelations, too, after all.
» A/N: Written here for
measuringlife in comment_fic. On reflection, Sam agrees it’s strange that throughout the whole ordeal, although he was the one who used to pray and keep the faith, he never wondered at the absence in all of this of, well, the Messiah.
Jesus was in Revelations, too, after all.
Bearing down on the forces of Hell from at least 15,000ft, Jesus bore little resemblance to the tenets of ‘good will towards men’ and was more preoccupied hurling fire and scouring brimstone with the armies of Heaven at his back – Sam would later swear through tears that he saw his mother, Ellen and Jo in the storm – but it was still Jesus.
Nobody recognised him at the time except Gabriel and with some difficulty, as apparently Jesus had gone a bit emo since he was crucified, died and resurrected. He'd changed his hair.
“It was Gabriel who delivered the word of Jesus to Mary,” Castiel reasoned, as they stood by the sidelines where’d they’d been swept by a gale from the parted clouds. They were stunned and frankly euphoric that somebody with juice in Heaven was still on their side and had taken up the fight. With recruitments.
When the battle plains finally fell silent, Sam and Dean glimpsed the melting, twisted mountains of wreckage that used to be Chicago before it was eclipsed by the vision of a vast glade: green, gold grass fields and blue creeks that ran on to the horizon.
“Shit,” Dean stared, incredulous, “We died? As bystanders?”
After a pause staring towards a distant fork in the creek, Gabriel crowed and slapped Dean’s shoulder. “No, the city was just reset and we’ve been invited to the after party!”
Sam stuttered, “Wait, wait... we won?” He barked a laugh and tangled his hands in his hair, “Does that mean the Apocalypse is... over?”
“It means it’s time to turn some water into wine,” Gabriel grinned and pointed at a pale-robed man easing towards them through the field alone. He had dark, flowing hair to his shoulders and a water pitcher in one hand.
“I do not think that’s his intention, Gabriel,” Castiel still sounded cautious, a hand hovering between the brothers and this new stranger. Sam guessed that Castiel had never met Jesus, either.
Dean frowned at the Messiah’s slow approach. “Taking his time, isn’t he? Big change from the turbo-charged unicorn he rode in on.”
Castiel peered back at Dean. “I saw no unic—“
And then Sam’s eyes went wide. “Dean. Dean, it’s Jesus. It’s Jesus and I started the apocalypse –“
Gabriel was still grinning from ear to ear, unswayed. “And you’re at the after party, which means he’s forgiven you. He’s probably just coming over to offer you a drink, give a prayer of thanks –“
Dean shook his head, confused. “Is Jesus bipolar?”
“I’ll go meet him,” Castiel decided in that flat, business tone, like he was set to encounter a demon with powers unknown, but Gabriel bounded in front of him.
“Just try to beat me, Cas,” Gabriel called with a smirk, eyes glinting before he dashed. Castiel darted a glance back at Dean who just raised an eyebrow, Castiel straightened, cleared his throat and followed his brother at a calmer pace.
Sam and Dean stared after the two angels.
“D’you think Gabriel’s excited?”
“Thank God for Cas or I wouldn’t have believed this wasn’t some freaky purgatory.”
“I... don’t know if I’m ready to meet Jesus, Dean.”
Dean slowly nodded, “He’s carrying booze, right?”
Sam shrugged, face contorted helplessly. They glanced back at the angels and noted Castiel was awkwardly accepting an embrace from their rescuer (savior? Booze supplier?) while Gabriel held the pitcher aloft.
“Well, he’s bringing the first round to the party.”
Sam waited.
“We’ll make him take the first shot; soften him up a bit.”
