Knocking on Heaven's Door

[castfromhome]

He had to thank Crowley. And Naomi, really. The Revelation of the Word had smoothed over the cracks in Castiel's grace and in his mind, giving him no real purchase, no place to dig in and simply sit on his brother's metaphorical shoulder

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[nerdofthelord]

In the midst of laying Samandriel's motionless vessel out and tenderly composing his limbs, Castiel froze, straightening and casting wildly around for a moment before his eyes fell on Lucifer's figure. "You--you can't be here." Still grief-stricken and more than a little confused after everything that had just happened, he couldn't muster very much conviction. Why shouldn't Lucifer be free and wandering around Heaven? Nothing else seemed to be right anymore...

[castfromhome]

"Technically, no. But you're kind of my ride, Castiel. Where you go, I go, remember?" He sauntered closer, making a show of examining him closely before tapping his forehead. "Well well. Isn't that interesting?"

Cocking his head, Lucifer moved to crouch beside the bloodied vessel. "Tell me, did you recall anything odd when Crowley was digging around in Samandriel's mind?"

[nerdofthelord]

Castiel ducked aside in revulsion, then stared at him, incredulous as well as pained. "You mean apart from the fact that the King of Hell was tearing into our brother's brain and I couldn't reach him to stop it?" The entire incident had been hideous beyond description. And he, Castiel, had been worse than useless--he--

--he'd been, at one point, cowering on the floor, he remembered with a frown; huddled in on himself like a frightened child. Why had he done that? It was all a muddled blur now. "The sigils were interfering with my abilities," he remembered. Maybe that was what had affected him so badly...

[castfromhome]

Lucifer rolled his eyes and went to kneel beside Samandriel again, giving his body an experimental poke. "That's the problem with being stuck in your mind. I don't get to take a good look at things anymore." Straightening, he gave Castiel wolfish grin. "But the scenery is so interesting."

The stammer helped, another tiny crack for him to grab onto. "Sounds like you picked up another bad habit from your good buddy Dean. Denial. Sigils don't interfere with an angel's abilities and they certainly don't make them cower in abject terror. You weren't the dim one in the garrison, Castiel. Use your head. Think."