They were God's lie - SN drabble, PG, gen
Title: They were God’s lie
Fandom: “Supernatural”
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun. Title from Anne Sexton.
Warnings: spoilers for “Lazarus Rising”
Pairings: none, really
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 300
Point of view: third
It’s been tried, she says, flicking her hair.
I know, he replies, drumming his fingers on his thigh. But I learn from mistakes.
She chuckles, no mirth in the sound. If he failed-and the failure was glorious, no doubt of that-how sure are you of success?
He grins, day-bright and winter-cold. I will not go in on the attack. I will not mark myself with fire and death.
Licking her lips, she studies him. They require a deft touch. I’ve been at it for awhile.
I know, he repeats. I will take my time.
She nods. Patience is needed with them. Sighing, she smiles dreamily. The power between them… I still don’t know why Above didn’t swipe them years ago.
He shrugs. They are marked. Perhaps Above doesn’t want to sully their dainty hands.
She laughs, this time with glee. I have missed you, Castiel. Your wit is always fun.
He smirks. I’ll see you. You go by ‘Ruby’ now, yes?
Again she nods, pulling his head down to kiss his cheek. I like this meat-suit. Keep it.
He presses his lips to her forehead and watches her saunter out.
Don’t forget, she calls over her shoulder. Dean’s at his most dangerous when there’s nowhere to run, or he can’t get to Sam. You’ll be causing both.
I remember, he says. I’m the one who carried his soul Out and shoved it into that rotting corpse.
She pauses on the threshold. Be careful, Castiel. There are so few of us left.
He takes a deep breath, slowly releasing it. I will be. And be sure you don’t forget-even demons can get burned when they play with fire. The flame you court is brightest of all.
She goes. After a moment, he follows, as he did from Above.