Castiel has walked through Dean's dreams many times but this is the first time he's had one of his own. The last thing he remembers is sitting behind Dean and Sam in the Impala; he must have..."nodded off," he believes is the term. It's disconcerting.
He's in a familiar room. He walks the length of it, trying to place it in his memory when he shivers. He crouches and sees a charred circle on the floor; he touches it and his fingers sting. Holy oil. Horror floods him; he knows where he is, the place where Death rose, but as he stands up he knows the realization comes too late. There's a presence behind him, a darkness, and Castiel turns to see Lucifer standing there in his rotting vessel. "Well," Lucifer says, with an appraising look that burns. "Isn't this interesting."
Castiel has time to take a step back before Lucifer grabs him by the collar and hauls him off his feet. "I've never walked through an angel's dream before," Lucifer says. "What an odd feeling." He shoves Castiel against the wall hard enough to drive the breath out of his lungs. Lucifer watches him gasp, a mixture of amusement and actual concern in his red-lined eyes. "You're so weak you actually need to breathe," he marvels. "Oh, Castiel, what have they done to you?"
He feels what little remains of his Grace leap at how Lucifer lilts the last syllable of his name. He's too young to have really known the Morningstar as he was, that being of perfect beauty, but he can't stop himself from being himself drawn to the echo. He closes his eyes. "Let me go."
Lucifer clucks his tongue at him. "This all must be quite terrifying for you," he says, so close that Castiel finally understands Dean's complaints about personal space. "To be so helpless. But, that's what comes of helping the humans. They destroy everything, little brother. They're a cancer infesting this beautiful world our Father created."
"You underestimate them. Dean and Sam will defeat you."
"And then what becomes of you?" Lucifer presses one hand to Castiel's chest and it's cold, so cold Castiel's whole body shakes. "I can still feel it, you know. Your Grace, deep inside like a dying ember. But if they win, these little humans you love so much, it will wither until you're no better then they. You'll be trapped forever in this...meat." Lucifer leans close to his ear. "I would rather be in the Pit." Castiel feels those eyes appraise him for a moment, then Lucifer tips his chin up. "But don't fret. I can stoke it, little brother. Make you strong again. So strong even the archangels will flinch from you."
And there's a moment, the briefest instant but an eternity to an angel, where Castiel considers it. "No," he says, weighing that promise of power against the revulsion on Dean's face.
Lucifer smiles. "You'll feel differently once I'm done."
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Dream A Little Dream Of Me 1/2
Date: 2010-10-18 07:16 am (UTC)He's in a familiar room. He walks the length of it, trying to place it in his memory when he shivers. He crouches and sees a charred circle on the floor; he touches it and his fingers sting. Holy oil. Horror floods him; he knows where he is, the place where Death rose, but as he stands up he knows the realization comes too late. There's a presence behind him, a darkness, and Castiel turns to see Lucifer standing there in his rotting vessel. "Well," Lucifer says, with an appraising look that burns. "Isn't this interesting."
Castiel has time to take a step back before Lucifer grabs him by the collar and hauls him off his feet. "I've never walked through an angel's dream before," Lucifer says. "What an odd feeling." He shoves Castiel against the wall hard enough to drive the breath out of his lungs. Lucifer watches him gasp, a mixture of amusement and actual concern in his red-lined eyes. "You're so weak you actually need to breathe," he marvels. "Oh, Castiel, what have they done to you?"
He feels what little remains of his Grace leap at how Lucifer lilts the last syllable of his name. He's too young to have really known the Morningstar as he was, that being of perfect beauty, but he can't stop himself from being himself drawn to the echo. He closes his eyes. "Let me go."
Lucifer clucks his tongue at him. "This all must be quite terrifying for you," he says, so close that Castiel finally understands Dean's complaints about personal space. "To be so helpless. But, that's what comes of helping the humans. They destroy everything, little brother. They're a cancer infesting this beautiful world our Father created."
"You underestimate them. Dean and Sam will defeat you."
"And then what becomes of you?" Lucifer presses one hand to Castiel's chest and it's cold, so cold Castiel's whole body shakes. "I can still feel it, you know. Your Grace, deep inside like a dying ember. But if they win, these little humans you love so much, it will wither until you're no better then they. You'll be trapped forever in this...meat." Lucifer leans close to his ear. "I would rather be in the Pit." Castiel feels those eyes appraise him for a moment, then Lucifer tips his chin up. "But don't fret. I can stoke it, little brother. Make you strong again. So strong even the archangels will flinch from you."
And there's a moment, the briefest instant but an eternity to an angel, where Castiel considers it. "No," he says, weighing that promise of power against the revulsion on Dean's face.
Lucifer smiles. "You'll feel differently once I'm done."