The Write Place: Depiction
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Standing in the cemetery with Uriel, Castiel tilted his head very slightly to the side, “Is this really what they think we look like?”
Uriel, who had his back turned to the angel statue behind them snorted. “Yes.”
“We don’t have physical bodies. It’s in the Bible.”
“Our practice of taking vessels confused them,” Uriel explained. “They assumed we were made of dirt like them.”
“Uriel.” There was a bit of warning in Casitel’s voice. He was tired of fighting about humans and their worth with his brother. He would rather just avoid the argument all together.
The other angel sighed, “Why does it matter, Castiel? They never get the Bible right, they’re certainly not going to get us right.”
“How they see us is important to our mission down here.” Castiel reached up and touched the foot of the marble angel then drew his hand back. “If they expect us all to appear with wings and flowing robes, it’s going to make our mission harder.”
“Our mission is to stop Lilith and protect the Seals.”
“And guide Dean Winchester. This… image is what he and his brother expected from us.”
“Those boys should know better. Nothing is what it seems.” Uriel spared a glance at the statue. “How are we supposed to fight in something like that? A demon’s claws could easily hold on to it. And those wings would never allow us to fly.”
“Maybe they expect our flight to be miraculous.”
“They expect us to be them,” Uriel said, his voice full of disdain. “We are not mud monkeys. We are angels. We’re more than them, different.”
“That doesn’t mean we can’t come to some understanding.” Turning his back on the statue, Castiel returned to his brother’s side. “They did get one thing right, you know.”
“What’s that?”
“We do carry the cross and its message with us.”
Standing in the cemetery with Uriel, Castiel tilted his head very slightly to the side, “Is this really what they think we look like?”
Uriel, who had his back turned to the angel statue behind them snorted. “Yes.”
“We don’t have physical bodies. It’s in the Bible.”
“Our practice of taking vessels confused them,” Uriel explained. “They assumed we were made of dirt like them.”
“Uriel.” There was a bit of warning in Casitel’s voice. He was tired of fighting about humans and their worth with his brother. He would rather just avoid the argument all together.
The other angel sighed, “Why does it matter, Castiel? They never get the Bible right, they’re certainly not going to get us right.”
“How they see us is important to our mission down here.” Castiel reached up and touched the foot of the marble angel then drew his hand back. “If they expect us all to appear with wings and flowing robes, it’s going to make our mission harder.”
“Our mission is to stop Lilith and protect the Seals.”
“And guide Dean Winchester. This… image is what he and his brother expected from us.”
“Those boys should know better. Nothing is what it seems.” Uriel spared a glance at the statue. “How are we supposed to fight in something like that? A demon’s claws could easily hold on to it. And those wings would never allow us to fly.”
“Maybe they expect our flight to be miraculous.”
“They expect us to be them,” Uriel said, his voice full of disdain. “We are not mud monkeys. We are angels. We’re more than them, different.”
“That doesn’t mean we can’t come to some understanding.” Turning his back on the statue, Castiel returned to his brother’s side. “They did get one thing right, you know.”
“What’s that?”
“We do carry the cross and its message with us.”