FIC: Just Fallen from Divine (4/6)
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nilchanceTitle: Just Fallen from Divine (4/6)
Authors: nilchance and beanside
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: We make no claim of ownership on the Brothers Winchester. No infringement is intended, no money is made.
Author Notes: This is an AU of Of Bastard Saints, set after the Season 4 finale.
By the time Satan got back, Dean figured that even for a former angel, Zachariah was in a world of hurt. Dean hadn't bothered using anything Alastair would have found useful. Without his grace, Zachariah was kind of a pussy. It would have been nowhere near as satisfying to resort to anything more than his fists.
Lucifer eyed Zachariah for a long moment, then nodded. "Detroit for you, I think. Enjoy your humanity."
"To hell with you, Morningstar, you don't know the retribution that will rain down on you like--" Zachariah simply dropped mid-sentence, like something in a Road Runner cartoon, right down to the startled look on his face.
"Detroit?" Anna murmured. "Oh, that will be fun."
Lucifer met Dean's eyes. "Will that be to your satisfaction?"
"I'd rather bury him."
"He'd suffer less. I should take you back to your brother, and get to work fixing this place up." Lucifer gestured vaguely. "And I've got to find Michael."
"I could return Dean," Anna offered.
"Yeah. That would be good. I can see who else these assholes fucked up." Lucifer absently rubbed his temple, wincing. It reminded Dean unnervingly of Sam's post-vision migraines.
"All right?" Anna asked.
"Fine," Lucifer returned. "It's just been a busy day."
"Don't overdo it," Anna chided him. "I'll be back soon to help."
As she turned back to take his hand, Dean found himself stopping her. He directed his words to her, not Lucifer, though he felt Lucifer watching him. "When you go for Michael, I. I'd like to help. They fucked up my brother--tried to kill Cas."
Lucifer nodded. "I would appreciate your help. Thank you."
"Don't thank me. My brother got fucked over trying to get your useless ass out of hell." Dean jabbed a finger at Lucifer. "Stay the hell away from both of us or you'll end up like Azazel. Understood?"
Lucifer sketched a brief, sardonic salute. "Sir, yes sir."
"Boys," Anna said, then she was wrapping Dean in her arms and sliding down through the void. It was gentler this time, but no less disorienting. The world whirled and spun as they landed, and it took a moment for Dean to realize that they were back in front of Chuck's house.
He managed not to throw up on Anna, at least.
Sam came onto the porch as he approached, shotgun loose in his grip. "You okay?"
"Awesome." Dean wiped his mouth and spat, taking the bottle of water Sam offered. "Thanks."
"Hello, Sam," Anna murmured. "It's good to see you."
Sam managed a shadow of a smile. "Yeah. You too."
As soon as Anna slipped past Sam to go check on Castiel, Sam grabbed Dean's jacket. "What the hell is going on?"
"I wish I knew, dude." Dean pulled Sam inside with him, where Cas was relaxing in a chair, coat and tie still askew. "Anna?"
She looked up from next to Castiel, favoring Dean with a smile. "Yes?"
"That was... Lucifer. Satan."
She smiled. "Lucifer, yes. Satan... not really. Satan was a construct of the Church."
"But--"
"Anna, you speak blasphemy," Castiel murmured.
"Not really that new for me, is it?" She slipped onto a chair next to Cas, gently taking his hand. "Let me show you the truth?"
"Uh," Sam interjected. "The rest of us?"
"True." Anna gripped Castiel's hand as she spoke in the rhythm of an old story. "In the beginning, there was the void. And the universe abhors a void. And the Mother and Father became. And from them, all things come. They said, 'let there be light.' And there was the Morningstar, the Lightbringer. And they named him Lucifer. But he was lonely. And so the Host were created. But he was the first, and the beloved. And many in the Host were consumed by jealousy.
"And as the Mother and Father created the turn of the seasons and night and day to be as they were, so was Lucifer."
"What?" Chuck asked, and Dean was kind of grateful. Let the Prophet look like the idiot.
"He was made... kind of human-y." Anna wrinkled her nose. "The rest of us had to earn our human attributes, but he was created that way. He has all the functions of a human, but with infinite power, and immortality. He eats, sleeps, all that. Eventually, there came a time when the Mother and Father left us on our own for a while. Now, I wonder if Michael had already removed them somehow. No," she said, holding up her hand. "I don't know how he did it. Eventually, the War started, with Michael and Lucifer. Michael waited for Lucifer to need to rest, and trapped him. Then he brainwashed the rest of us and he created more angels, who were created for his 'war,' against the forces of Satan.."
"So Lucifer isn't evil?" Sam asked, voice smaller than Dean had ever heard it.
"No, Sam." Anna smiled gently. "He is arrogant, and temperamental, and capable of evil. But he is also capable of great good. Much like humanity."
Sam exhaled, and Dean could nearly see some of the guilt dissipate from him. "Okay."
Anna tilted her head in the quiet. "Lucifer says to tell you something. 'Don't shoot.'"
"That's helpful," Dean snarked. "Don't shoot what?"
Anna ignored them. "Castiel, are you well enough to come? We have work to do."
"Of course." Castiel got up slowly, eyeing Dean and Sam. "Will you be all right?"
Dean nodded. "Yeah. We're okay." Total lie. Sam was far from it, and to be honest, he wasn't all that, either.
"Good. If you need me, call. I will be listening." They didn't bother to go outside to blink out. One second they were there, the next, gone.
"Well, that was... um," Chuck muttered, tossing back a tumbler of whiskey.
A sharp noise sounded from the front of the house, followed by an ominous crack of twigs outside. Sam winced. "Don't suppose you have a cat?"
"Uh. S'upstairs, not outside, though."
"Of course." Dean scooped the shotgun off the table and moved towards the door.
"Anna said not to shoot," Sam pointed out.
Dean stared at him for a moment, not sure whether to smack him for listening to Lucifer, or hug him for using the exasperated little brother voice that Dean hadn't heard in forever. Then Sam pulled Ruby's knife, and tossed it to him before tugging out his own blade.
It didn't take long to find something amiss. Next to Ruby's Mustang, Dean's girl gleamed in the sunlight, sleek black lines and bright chrome. "Nice of him," Sam observed. "Don't know why he'd think you'd shoot-"
A crack of twigs along side the house brought Sam's head around. He gestured quickly that he'd loop around, and that Dean should go straight, and Dean nodded. Careful, he mouthed, watching Sam slip around the house. Dean gave him a moment, then started towards the other side.
A lean woman was leaning up towards the side of the house, trying to peek in the window. Her blonde hair was loose, hanging past her shoulders as she stretched. Demon, or one of Chuck's hookers, he decided, then barked, "Hey!"
The woman jumped, spinning into a crouch. A hunter's reflex. She must be--
There was a curl of loose grey hair around her face. It tumbled into her eyes, and she huffed irritably, blowing it away. Her eyes--
Dean felt the world tilt around him as green eyes that were a mirror of his own stared at him. He knew this woman. He had embraced her, cut the lawn for her, killed for her. "Christo."
The woman sighed, straightening to her full height. "Kyrie elesion, Christe elesion," she returned. "Very Mister Mister. Hi, baby."
Through lips that felt numb, Dean forced the word out. "Mom?"
Her smile was a benediction, gentle and loving. "Dean," she whispered. Her head turned, and Dean followed her gaze to Sam, who looked about as dumbstruck as Dean felt. "Sammy. My babies."
Authors: nilchance and beanside
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: We make no claim of ownership on the Brothers Winchester. No infringement is intended, no money is made.
Author Notes: This is an AU of Of Bastard Saints, set after the Season 4 finale.
By the time Satan got back, Dean figured that even for a former angel, Zachariah was in a world of hurt. Dean hadn't bothered using anything Alastair would have found useful. Without his grace, Zachariah was kind of a pussy. It would have been nowhere near as satisfying to resort to anything more than his fists.
Lucifer eyed Zachariah for a long moment, then nodded. "Detroit for you, I think. Enjoy your humanity."
"To hell with you, Morningstar, you don't know the retribution that will rain down on you like--" Zachariah simply dropped mid-sentence, like something in a Road Runner cartoon, right down to the startled look on his face.
"Detroit?" Anna murmured. "Oh, that will be fun."
Lucifer met Dean's eyes. "Will that be to your satisfaction?"
"I'd rather bury him."
"He'd suffer less. I should take you back to your brother, and get to work fixing this place up." Lucifer gestured vaguely. "And I've got to find Michael."
"I could return Dean," Anna offered.
"Yeah. That would be good. I can see who else these assholes fucked up." Lucifer absently rubbed his temple, wincing. It reminded Dean unnervingly of Sam's post-vision migraines.
"All right?" Anna asked.
"Fine," Lucifer returned. "It's just been a busy day."
"Don't overdo it," Anna chided him. "I'll be back soon to help."
As she turned back to take his hand, Dean found himself stopping her. He directed his words to her, not Lucifer, though he felt Lucifer watching him. "When you go for Michael, I. I'd like to help. They fucked up my brother--tried to kill Cas."
Lucifer nodded. "I would appreciate your help. Thank you."
"Don't thank me. My brother got fucked over trying to get your useless ass out of hell." Dean jabbed a finger at Lucifer. "Stay the hell away from both of us or you'll end up like Azazel. Understood?"
Lucifer sketched a brief, sardonic salute. "Sir, yes sir."
"Boys," Anna said, then she was wrapping Dean in her arms and sliding down through the void. It was gentler this time, but no less disorienting. The world whirled and spun as they landed, and it took a moment for Dean to realize that they were back in front of Chuck's house.
He managed not to throw up on Anna, at least.
Sam came onto the porch as he approached, shotgun loose in his grip. "You okay?"
"Awesome." Dean wiped his mouth and spat, taking the bottle of water Sam offered. "Thanks."
"Hello, Sam," Anna murmured. "It's good to see you."
Sam managed a shadow of a smile. "Yeah. You too."
As soon as Anna slipped past Sam to go check on Castiel, Sam grabbed Dean's jacket. "What the hell is going on?"
"I wish I knew, dude." Dean pulled Sam inside with him, where Cas was relaxing in a chair, coat and tie still askew. "Anna?"
She looked up from next to Castiel, favoring Dean with a smile. "Yes?"
"That was... Lucifer. Satan."
She smiled. "Lucifer, yes. Satan... not really. Satan was a construct of the Church."
"But--"
"Anna, you speak blasphemy," Castiel murmured.
"Not really that new for me, is it?" She slipped onto a chair next to Cas, gently taking his hand. "Let me show you the truth?"
"Uh," Sam interjected. "The rest of us?"
"True." Anna gripped Castiel's hand as she spoke in the rhythm of an old story. "In the beginning, there was the void. And the universe abhors a void. And the Mother and Father became. And from them, all things come. They said, 'let there be light.' And there was the Morningstar, the Lightbringer. And they named him Lucifer. But he was lonely. And so the Host were created. But he was the first, and the beloved. And many in the Host were consumed by jealousy.
"And as the Mother and Father created the turn of the seasons and night and day to be as they were, so was Lucifer."
"What?" Chuck asked, and Dean was kind of grateful. Let the Prophet look like the idiot.
"He was made... kind of human-y." Anna wrinkled her nose. "The rest of us had to earn our human attributes, but he was created that way. He has all the functions of a human, but with infinite power, and immortality. He eats, sleeps, all that. Eventually, there came a time when the Mother and Father left us on our own for a while. Now, I wonder if Michael had already removed them somehow. No," she said, holding up her hand. "I don't know how he did it. Eventually, the War started, with Michael and Lucifer. Michael waited for Lucifer to need to rest, and trapped him. Then he brainwashed the rest of us and he created more angels, who were created for his 'war,' against the forces of Satan.."
"So Lucifer isn't evil?" Sam asked, voice smaller than Dean had ever heard it.
"No, Sam." Anna smiled gently. "He is arrogant, and temperamental, and capable of evil. But he is also capable of great good. Much like humanity."
Sam exhaled, and Dean could nearly see some of the guilt dissipate from him. "Okay."
Anna tilted her head in the quiet. "Lucifer says to tell you something. 'Don't shoot.'"
"That's helpful," Dean snarked. "Don't shoot what?"
Anna ignored them. "Castiel, are you well enough to come? We have work to do."
"Of course." Castiel got up slowly, eyeing Dean and Sam. "Will you be all right?"
Dean nodded. "Yeah. We're okay." Total lie. Sam was far from it, and to be honest, he wasn't all that, either.
"Good. If you need me, call. I will be listening." They didn't bother to go outside to blink out. One second they were there, the next, gone.
"Well, that was... um," Chuck muttered, tossing back a tumbler of whiskey.
A sharp noise sounded from the front of the house, followed by an ominous crack of twigs outside. Sam winced. "Don't suppose you have a cat?"
"Uh. S'upstairs, not outside, though."
"Of course." Dean scooped the shotgun off the table and moved towards the door.
"Anna said not to shoot," Sam pointed out.
Dean stared at him for a moment, not sure whether to smack him for listening to Lucifer, or hug him for using the exasperated little brother voice that Dean hadn't heard in forever. Then Sam pulled Ruby's knife, and tossed it to him before tugging out his own blade.
It didn't take long to find something amiss. Next to Ruby's Mustang, Dean's girl gleamed in the sunlight, sleek black lines and bright chrome. "Nice of him," Sam observed. "Don't know why he'd think you'd shoot-"
A crack of twigs along side the house brought Sam's head around. He gestured quickly that he'd loop around, and that Dean should go straight, and Dean nodded. Careful, he mouthed, watching Sam slip around the house. Dean gave him a moment, then started towards the other side.
A lean woman was leaning up towards the side of the house, trying to peek in the window. Her blonde hair was loose, hanging past her shoulders as she stretched. Demon, or one of Chuck's hookers, he decided, then barked, "Hey!"
The woman jumped, spinning into a crouch. A hunter's reflex. She must be--
There was a curl of loose grey hair around her face. It tumbled into her eyes, and she huffed irritably, blowing it away. Her eyes--
Dean felt the world tilt around him as green eyes that were a mirror of his own stared at him. He knew this woman. He had embraced her, cut the lawn for her, killed for her. "Christo."
The woman sighed, straightening to her full height. "Kyrie elesion, Christe elesion," she returned. "Very Mister Mister. Hi, baby."
Through lips that felt numb, Dean forced the word out. "Mom?"
Her smile was a benediction, gentle and loving. "Dean," she whispered. Her head turned, and Dean followed her gaze to Sam, who looked about as dumbstruck as Dean felt. "Sammy. My babies."
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Date: 2009-07-30 08:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-30 09:19 pm (UTC)THANK YOU.
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Date: 2009-07-30 10:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-31 12:08 am (UTC)"Kyrie elesion, Christe elesion," she returned. "Very Mister Mister. Hi, baby."
Awwwww! Can't wait to see what she has to say to her boys.
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Date: 2009-07-31 12:18 am (UTC)Awesome how you remade Lucifer's legend. Makes me think that maybe instead of God making humans in his image and likeness, if instead he made humans into Lucifer's. Hehe. (or maybe both-- that remains to be seen)
This is wonderful, wonderful! :D
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Date: 2009-07-31 05:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-31 07:50 am (UTC)*sigh* Love these boys.