[JP] Gladiator quote
[Sam = imnot_likeyou, Ruby = ilove_atallman. Warning: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH. This is kind of a kick-off for a storyline with hasperkynipples and absit_omens. I hate this episode, it’s making me do evil things. Set several months down the line. Bendy time ftw?]
“At my signal, unleash hell.”
The incident with the siren was only the beginning.
It was the beginning of the wedge that began to form between the brothers Winchester, and it only got wider as the weeks progressed. Every time Sam left, flaunting his profane blood in the face of both the angels and his own brother, sneaking off into the dark with the demon stain, the rift between them grew larger, and while Dean was hurt by the fact, he was growing stronger. His reliance on his brother was shrinking, which meant that Sam’s usefulness was as well. Uriel had known that it would have only been a matter of time before Sam crossed the line and the orders come, and he had to say-he’d been waiting for this for a long, long time.
With every move Sam made, he was becoming more and more of a liability. More and more he couldn’t be trusted. He was given orders, and he was deliberately disobeying them left and right. For a man who had had so much faith, he had clearly lost his way, and there was nothing the angels could do to swing him back onto the path of the righteous. When it came down to it, Sam Winchester needed to be eliminated. When the orders came down, Uriel was more than happy to take care of it.
He arrived at the out of the way warehouse where Sam and Ruby were working and waited outside. He knew that Ruby would sense him first, and she would probably come out and try to talk this down before letting Sam see him. She wasn’t part of the orders, but she was a demon, and if she got in the way he would expend of her. Simple as that. There would be no repercussions for him from that-they were at war, after all.
And she played as expected. The demon was nothing if not predictable, and when she got outside, it was a mixture of fear and determination in her face as she looked up at him. “What the hell are you doing here?” she demanded, crossing her arms in front of her chest, as though there was something she was going to be able to do against him.
“Finishing what should have been finished a long time ago,” he replied. He moved in to her quickly, too quickly for her to adequately respond, and before she knew it, his hand was to her forehead and the light was coursing through her, burning her out from the inside. She screamed from the shock of it all, and it wasn’t long before her body went limp in his arms, the soul gone, and all that was left was the burnt out corpse she’d been inhabiting. He dropped it to the ground with little ceremony-the life that had inhabited that body had been gone for a long time now. It had been a shell for the demon to inhabit, and therefore, not in need of very much respect.
It wasn’t long before Sam appeared in the doorway, worry written all over his face. “Ruby?” he frowned, before his eyes looked up again, landing on Uriel. “What-what did you do?”
“The same thing I’m going to do to you,” Uriel replied, dusting off his hands slightly as he moved closer. “Get rid of a long-standing pest.”
“No-no! You can’t!” Sam started to stumble backwards, back into the warehouse where he’d been hiding. “You need me-Dean, he’ll-”
“You brought this upon yourself, Sam,” Uriel said, watching the young man as he moved. “You were the one who drove your brother away from you, who disobeyed orders with no regard for the consequences. And now? Those consequences are going to be paid.”
Sam’s jaw set slightly, his back hitting a wall as his eyes searched for a weapon, something, anything to use against his attacker, but Uriel just sneered slightly, slamming a hand onto Sam’s chest and holding him in place. “You won’t get away with this.”
“Your brother is not the one I answer to,” Uriel replied stonily. “My orders come from Heaven alone, and it’s on Heaven’s command that I’m here, to have you pay for your crimes.” He paused for a moment, before moving his hand to the young man’s forehead. “Goodbye, Sam.”
As Sam Winchester died, he screamed. When the screaming was over, nothing was left but the burnt out corpse with empty eyes, a sign of who had come and what they had done. Uriel felt the soul leave the body, and he felt no guilt, none at all. Sam had brought this upon himself, and at the end of the day, Uriel was acting because the Father commanded it.
Dean Winchester was just going to have to accept that.
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“At my signal, unleash hell.”
The incident with the siren was only the beginning.
It was the beginning of the wedge that began to form between the brothers Winchester, and it only got wider as the weeks progressed. Every time Sam left, flaunting his profane blood in the face of both the angels and his own brother, sneaking off into the dark with the demon stain, the rift between them grew larger, and while Dean was hurt by the fact, he was growing stronger. His reliance on his brother was shrinking, which meant that Sam’s usefulness was as well. Uriel had known that it would have only been a matter of time before Sam crossed the line and the orders come, and he had to say-he’d been waiting for this for a long, long time.
With every move Sam made, he was becoming more and more of a liability. More and more he couldn’t be trusted. He was given orders, and he was deliberately disobeying them left and right. For a man who had had so much faith, he had clearly lost his way, and there was nothing the angels could do to swing him back onto the path of the righteous. When it came down to it, Sam Winchester needed to be eliminated. When the orders came down, Uriel was more than happy to take care of it.
He arrived at the out of the way warehouse where Sam and Ruby were working and waited outside. He knew that Ruby would sense him first, and she would probably come out and try to talk this down before letting Sam see him. She wasn’t part of the orders, but she was a demon, and if she got in the way he would expend of her. Simple as that. There would be no repercussions for him from that-they were at war, after all.
And she played as expected. The demon was nothing if not predictable, and when she got outside, it was a mixture of fear and determination in her face as she looked up at him. “What the hell are you doing here?” she demanded, crossing her arms in front of her chest, as though there was something she was going to be able to do against him.
“Finishing what should have been finished a long time ago,” he replied. He moved in to her quickly, too quickly for her to adequately respond, and before she knew it, his hand was to her forehead and the light was coursing through her, burning her out from the inside. She screamed from the shock of it all, and it wasn’t long before her body went limp in his arms, the soul gone, and all that was left was the burnt out corpse she’d been inhabiting. He dropped it to the ground with little ceremony-the life that had inhabited that body had been gone for a long time now. It had been a shell for the demon to inhabit, and therefore, not in need of very much respect.
It wasn’t long before Sam appeared in the doorway, worry written all over his face. “Ruby?” he frowned, before his eyes looked up again, landing on Uriel. “What-what did you do?”
“The same thing I’m going to do to you,” Uriel replied, dusting off his hands slightly as he moved closer. “Get rid of a long-standing pest.”
“No-no! You can’t!” Sam started to stumble backwards, back into the warehouse where he’d been hiding. “You need me-Dean, he’ll-”
“You brought this upon yourself, Sam,” Uriel said, watching the young man as he moved. “You were the one who drove your brother away from you, who disobeyed orders with no regard for the consequences. And now? Those consequences are going to be paid.”
Sam’s jaw set slightly, his back hitting a wall as his eyes searched for a weapon, something, anything to use against his attacker, but Uriel just sneered slightly, slamming a hand onto Sam’s chest and holding him in place. “You won’t get away with this.”
“Your brother is not the one I answer to,” Uriel replied stonily. “My orders come from Heaven alone, and it’s on Heaven’s command that I’m here, to have you pay for your crimes.” He paused for a moment, before moving his hand to the young man’s forehead. “Goodbye, Sam.”
As Sam Winchester died, he screamed. When the screaming was over, nothing was left but the burnt out corpse with empty eyes, a sign of who had come and what they had done. Uriel felt the soul leave the body, and he felt no guilt, none at all. Sam had brought this upon himself, and at the end of the day, Uriel was acting because the Father commanded it.
Dean Winchester was just going to have to accept that.
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