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blue_bells) wrote2010-10-21 10:59 pm
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Supernatural += Impasse (Raphael/Nick, PG-13, 600w)
» Title: Impasse
» Fandom: Supernatural
» Warnings: 6x03 coda
» Pairing(s)/Characters: Raphael/Nick
» Summary: The angels just won't let Nick lie.
» A/N: Wherein I compensate![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
zekkass for letting me harass them. I have a weakness for rare pairings that boggle my brain.
He's ash, dust and splinters, but Raphael reforms him with a gesture and every last piece flies from between the floorboards and cracks in the wall until Nick is standing before him... almost standing.
"What--? Who.... ?" He winces.
Raphael catches his arm and holds him on his feet when he tips over.
Nick frowns, blinking heavily, relearning how to breathe. He groans a hoarse sound of question, but Raphael places a hand over his eyes and Nick's eyes slide closed with a look of relief. There's a brief flare from Raphael's palm and Nick steadies, breaths evening.
Nick finally looks him in the eye when Raphael's hand falls away.
"I'm back?"
Nick looks down at his hands and touches his arms, then his face. He looks confused and vaguely horrified.
"I've restored you," Raphael states, before the human can make him reiterate the obvious. "It's but one of many things I can do to you."
Raphael is unsure if it's the effect of his voice or the presence of his majesty, but Nick stares at him for an unseasonably long moment for the little air he breathes.
When the vessel responds, his voice is strained.
"Which one are you?"
Raphael's eyes narrow and the air crackles.
"I am Raphael. Well met, Nick."
Nick's body stiffens when Raphael abruptly takes his arm, fingers curling around his elbow.
"You will help me."
"I'm not going to be your vessel."
Raphael's fingers tighten until he hears the creak and strain of the bones he's just reformed. He knows how fragile these humans are and he has learned how easily they break. He's surprised when Nick only exhales, his already stiff frame unreacting.
"You will help me," Raphael repeats.
"You must have missed the memo," Nick says, sounding weak, bemused, "My last tenant was a pretty sore client. I'm not looking to rent anytime soon."
Raphael smirks and his hand burns through the thin jacket sleeve to the skin beneath. Nick frowns gently and regards the hiss of smoke.
"I have ways to persuade you."
"Trust me," Nick cuts him off, eyebrows raising slightly, "I've seen it all."
Raphael pauses. When he pulls back his hand, the burn on Nick's arm is healed.
Nick is too accustomed to violence.
"Six months," Raphael says.
Nick waits, eyebrows still raised expectantly.
"Serve me for six months and I will return you to Heaven if, it's still what you want."
Nick's face is surprised for the first time in their discussion.
"'If'?"
"You may be surprised what I have to offer you, Nick," Raphael says.
"I'm not falling for that."
"I advise you take the offer. Otherwise, I can arrange for you to live forever, hunted, and you will never see your family again."
Nick's expression is murderous. The tendons stand in his neck as he grinds his jaw and eventually swallows. The softness and amusement is gone.
It's more than Raphael had expected from a person worn down under Lucifer's grace and hunger.
This could be... delightful.
"I don't know why you call yourselves 'angels'," Nick growls under his breath. "Fuck you and the wings you ride on."
Raphael's grace swells with pride. Nick forces out a long breath.
He shakes his head, like he can't believe he's falling for this all over again, but his mouth forms his agreement.
For the second time, light floods into the street from that derelict apartment in Detroit.
» Fandom: Supernatural
» Warnings: 6x03 coda
» Pairing(s)/Characters: Raphael/Nick
» Summary: The angels just won't let Nick lie.
» A/N: Wherein I compensate
zekkass for letting me harass them. I have a weakness for rare pairings that boggle my brain.He's ash, dust and splinters, but Raphael reforms him with a gesture and every last piece flies from between the floorboards and cracks in the wall until Nick is standing before him... almost standing.
"What--? Who.... ?" He winces.
Raphael catches his arm and holds him on his feet when he tips over.
Nick frowns, blinking heavily, relearning how to breathe. He groans a hoarse sound of question, but Raphael places a hand over his eyes and Nick's eyes slide closed with a look of relief. There's a brief flare from Raphael's palm and Nick steadies, breaths evening.
Nick finally looks him in the eye when Raphael's hand falls away.
"I'm back?"
Nick looks down at his hands and touches his arms, then his face. He looks confused and vaguely horrified.
"I've restored you," Raphael states, before the human can make him reiterate the obvious. "It's but one of many things I can do to you."
Raphael is unsure if it's the effect of his voice or the presence of his majesty, but Nick stares at him for an unseasonably long moment for the little air he breathes.
When the vessel responds, his voice is strained.
"Which one are you?"
Raphael's eyes narrow and the air crackles.
"I am Raphael. Well met, Nick."
Nick's body stiffens when Raphael abruptly takes his arm, fingers curling around his elbow.
"You will help me."
"I'm not going to be your vessel."
Raphael's fingers tighten until he hears the creak and strain of the bones he's just reformed. He knows how fragile these humans are and he has learned how easily they break. He's surprised when Nick only exhales, his already stiff frame unreacting.
"You will help me," Raphael repeats.
"You must have missed the memo," Nick says, sounding weak, bemused, "My last tenant was a pretty sore client. I'm not looking to rent anytime soon."
Raphael smirks and his hand burns through the thin jacket sleeve to the skin beneath. Nick frowns gently and regards the hiss of smoke.
"I have ways to persuade you."
"Trust me," Nick cuts him off, eyebrows raising slightly, "I've seen it all."
Raphael pauses. When he pulls back his hand, the burn on Nick's arm is healed.
Nick is too accustomed to violence.
"Six months," Raphael says.
Nick waits, eyebrows still raised expectantly.
"Serve me for six months and I will return you to Heaven if, it's still what you want."
Nick's face is surprised for the first time in their discussion.
"'If'?"
"You may be surprised what I have to offer you, Nick," Raphael says.
"I'm not falling for that."
"I advise you take the offer. Otherwise, I can arrange for you to live forever, hunted, and you will never see your family again."
Nick's expression is murderous. The tendons stand in his neck as he grinds his jaw and eventually swallows. The softness and amusement is gone.
It's more than Raphael had expected from a person worn down under Lucifer's grace and hunger.
This could be... delightful.
"I don't know why you call yourselves 'angels'," Nick growls under his breath. "Fuck you and the wings you ride on."
Raphael's grace swells with pride. Nick forces out a long breath.
He shakes his head, like he can't believe he's falling for this all over again, but his mouth forms his agreement.
For the second time, light floods into the street from that derelict apartment in Detroit.
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