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blue_bells» Title: Omnipotence, I
» Fandom: Supernatural
» Warnings: Torture, 6x22 coda
» Pairing(s)/Characters: Castiel/Crowley
» Summary: In the end, there wasn't really anywhere to run where Castiel wouldn't find him.
» A/N: Originally written here for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ravenspear in ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
comment_fic because I am still coming off the high of this episode.
In the end, there wasn't really anywhere to run where Castiel wouldn't find him.
Crowley has had a good run of it. Four days. He had hoped to last the week, maybe see the wind-carved stone of the Eurasian valleys once again (its howl like the ecstasy of Hell’s inner circles, without the humidity), but he thinks that after four days… it’s respectable.
And it’s worth seeing the way Castiel’s mouth curves in that slow, dark smile when Crowley finally turns around. It’s worth seeing the glaze in the former angel’s blue, blue eyes as though Castiel is looking through and beyond him with sight extended by the power of what must seem like a bottomless reservoir of life to something so small.
Castiel is drunk with it. It shows in that uncharacteristically smug look that lifts his chin in challenge, in the insouciant measure of his steps that close the distance between them, knowing there is no comparison now; Crowley is the rat king of hell who double-crossed the cat that shook free of his net to discover he was a lion.
Every line of Castiel’s vessel glows with his new power and Crowley wonders if that vessel will last, if Castiel has now imbued it with the strength worthy to vassal a God and spare it from splitting at the seams.
Defy me, Castiel’s air commands.
Crowley just smiles.
“Hello, sweetheart.”
The air around them thickens with a charge of more than electricity: it’s novae and creation, and it fills Crowley like the heady, invigorating tang of death before new life. Castiel’s fingers hover at his lips when his mouth falls open with a gasp, trailing into a chuckle feeling Castiel’s power tremble through him like so many waves of deep bass sound and water.
“You crossed me,” Castiel says.
“You bucked the deal first, love.” Crowley’s lips chap and burn when Castiel brushes them with his thumb. He feels blood trickle down his chin. “I was just following the trend.”
“You will bow and pledge yourself and all Hell’s souls to me, your true Lord.”
Castiel’s smile is sure and fascinated as he searches the demon’s face. Crowley thinks Castiel is enamoured with the sound of his new voice and an excited sparkle enters those blue eyes in that final command. Lord.
Crowley knows he doesn’t stand a chance. But it’s still Castiel and old habits die hard.
“In the past I might have considered getting on my knees for—“
Castiel’s hand clenches into a fist before his face and Crowley erupts in flames before he can finish. He burns, sparks, and chokes on the ash of his own essence of Hell, but he does not die.
Castiel’s eyes glitter with patient joy.
He keeps Crowley poised on that brink between life and death as Crowley’s throat tears in cinders around his screams, convulsing with the shock of his agony. It feels like he burns for years until he doesn’t feel at all, until his screams strangle without the last threads of his voice box, until he only sees blue eyes alight with glory, and Crowley surrenders himself to the fire.
Castiel leans in and breathes life back into him, a cool rush of mercy past Crowley’s lips, and the demon crumbles to his knees in a pile of his own ashes.
He shakes with every breath of air, abrupt and unfamiliar, as Castiel’s hand curls around the back of his head.
“Hail me.” Castiel soothes and Crowley hears the offer of kindness and grace on the blade’s edge.
Castiel towers, relaxed and pleased within his omnipotence, and Crowley drinks in the sight of the wonderful creature the angel has become. In a detached part of himself that isn't still trembling with the aftershocks of his restoration, Crowley feels pride and a sense of accountability, like he'd had a hand in the birth of humankind's new God. In part, he did.
Crowley’s breath fans hot against Castiel’s palm when he turns his head.
It’s wretched agony when his new flesh pulls into a smirk, but he can’t stop his nature.
“--Full of grace, blessed art thou most worthy and blessed art—“
Castiel’s fingers curl into his hair and Crowley buckles within the second inferno.
He misses his chance to scream this time.
» Fandom: Supernatural
» Warnings: Torture, 6x22 coda
» Pairing(s)/Characters: Castiel/Crowley
» Summary: In the end, there wasn't really anywhere to run where Castiel wouldn't find him.
» A/N: Originally written here for
ravenspear in comment_fic because I am still coming off the high of this episode.In the end, there wasn't really anywhere to run where Castiel wouldn't find him.
Crowley has had a good run of it. Four days. He had hoped to last the week, maybe see the wind-carved stone of the Eurasian valleys once again (its howl like the ecstasy of Hell’s inner circles, without the humidity), but he thinks that after four days… it’s respectable.
And it’s worth seeing the way Castiel’s mouth curves in that slow, dark smile when Crowley finally turns around. It’s worth seeing the glaze in the former angel’s blue, blue eyes as though Castiel is looking through and beyond him with sight extended by the power of what must seem like a bottomless reservoir of life to something so small.
Castiel is drunk with it. It shows in that uncharacteristically smug look that lifts his chin in challenge, in the insouciant measure of his steps that close the distance between them, knowing there is no comparison now; Crowley is the rat king of hell who double-crossed the cat that shook free of his net to discover he was a lion.
Every line of Castiel’s vessel glows with his new power and Crowley wonders if that vessel will last, if Castiel has now imbued it with the strength worthy to vassal a God and spare it from splitting at the seams.
Defy me, Castiel’s air commands.
Crowley just smiles.
“Hello, sweetheart.”
The air around them thickens with a charge of more than electricity: it’s novae and creation, and it fills Crowley like the heady, invigorating tang of death before new life. Castiel’s fingers hover at his lips when his mouth falls open with a gasp, trailing into a chuckle feeling Castiel’s power tremble through him like so many waves of deep bass sound and water.
“You crossed me,” Castiel says.
“You bucked the deal first, love.” Crowley’s lips chap and burn when Castiel brushes them with his thumb. He feels blood trickle down his chin. “I was just following the trend.”
“You will bow and pledge yourself and all Hell’s souls to me, your true Lord.”
Castiel’s smile is sure and fascinated as he searches the demon’s face. Crowley thinks Castiel is enamoured with the sound of his new voice and an excited sparkle enters those blue eyes in that final command. Lord.
Crowley knows he doesn’t stand a chance. But it’s still Castiel and old habits die hard.
“In the past I might have considered getting on my knees for—“
Castiel’s hand clenches into a fist before his face and Crowley erupts in flames before he can finish. He burns, sparks, and chokes on the ash of his own essence of Hell, but he does not die.
Castiel’s eyes glitter with patient joy.
He keeps Crowley poised on that brink between life and death as Crowley’s throat tears in cinders around his screams, convulsing with the shock of his agony. It feels like he burns for years until he doesn’t feel at all, until his screams strangle without the last threads of his voice box, until he only sees blue eyes alight with glory, and Crowley surrenders himself to the fire.
Castiel leans in and breathes life back into him, a cool rush of mercy past Crowley’s lips, and the demon crumbles to his knees in a pile of his own ashes.
He shakes with every breath of air, abrupt and unfamiliar, as Castiel’s hand curls around the back of his head.
“Hail me.” Castiel soothes and Crowley hears the offer of kindness and grace on the blade’s edge.
Castiel towers, relaxed and pleased within his omnipotence, and Crowley drinks in the sight of the wonderful creature the angel has become. In a detached part of himself that isn't still trembling with the aftershocks of his restoration, Crowley feels pride and a sense of accountability, like he'd had a hand in the birth of humankind's new God. In part, he did.
Crowley’s breath fans hot against Castiel’s palm when he turns his head.
It’s wretched agony when his new flesh pulls into a smirk, but he can’t stop his nature.
“--Full of grace, blessed art thou most worthy and blessed art—“
Castiel’s fingers curl into his hair and Crowley buckles within the second inferno.
He misses his chance to scream this time.
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Date: 2011-05-23 04:40 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-05-24 02:16 am (UTC)I'm happy you liked this, lovely! Thank you! ♥!
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Date: 2011-05-23 05:52 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-05-23 06:43 pm (UTC)That was simply gorgeous, the way you write Cas and his godly-hood,he was portrait so well,beautiful even,not to mention you captured this new nature of his completely.The element with Castiel being merciful in his cruelty is so what like what i think is the way he would behave now.I don't get the feeling this is a ffiction but simply a glimpse in the character's personality.
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Date: 2011-05-24 02:35 am (UTC)Castiel and Crowley basically leapt off the screen w/ all the fantastic innuendo Crowley threw around and I enjoyed the ascension of Godstiel too much not to try this.
I think Castiel's about to discover a new and casual brutality in himself now that he's at the top of the food chain, he just conquered the schoolyard bully and he has more vengeance to wreak. However, he's still Castiel, so the former angel in him will measure patience and mercy, though to a lesser degree that might reduce w/ time unless somebody stages a successful intervention.
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Date: 2011-05-23 08:25 pm (UTC)♥
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Date: 2011-05-24 02:38 am (UTC)I'm glad you liked this, thank you! ♥
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Date: 2011-05-24 03:03 am (UTC)I was totally saying that after the finale too, haha. I just need time to get into the habit. ;P
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Date: 2011-05-24 03:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-23 08:37 pm (UTC)so, so so good. *wraps around, makes happy noises*
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Date: 2011-05-24 02:40 am (UTC):3
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Date: 2011-05-24 05:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-24 06:43 am (UTC)I also love your icon, it reminds me why I'm enjoying the Godstiel twist so much: we're seeing a glimpse of that powerful, no-nonsense, and unshakeable entity we first met, but at nuclear strength.
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