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the_gabih ([personal profile] the_gabih) wrote in [community profile] srs2012 2012-12-05 06:42 pm (UTC)

FILL: Dean/Castiel, conversation in Hell (Team Dean/Victor)

"Well, what do we have here?"

"My name is Castiel. I'm an angel of the Lord."

"Get outta here. There's no such thing."

"There is. Kindly put down the razor, I mean you no- ah! Harm."

"Okay, what the fuck did you just do?"

"I destroyed it. It was hardly a difficult matter. I can do the same to any instrument you care to pick up, so I wouldn't advise that you do."

"...angel, huh?"

"Yes."

"Well, where the fuck were you guys?"

"As I said, attacking me with further weapons will not help you. Please desist."

"Like fuck I will. You guys've been sitting up on your clouds playing your fucking harps for fucking years. You don't give a shit, you've never given a fucking shit."

"I-"

"Where were you?"

"I hate to-"

"Where were you when Sam died? When my Dad died, when my Mom got pinned to the ceiling by a frigging demon, huh? What, was your harp practice taking up too much time for you to fucking save them?"

"Please-"

"And what about this guy? Been carving him for weeks. Months. And the others, and you don't give a fuck. You never fucking have!"

"Dean."

"And-"

"Dean, I am sorry, but you leave me no choice. I cannot have you fighting me for this. Please forgive me, but we must leave, now."

"You-"

"I will see you again, Dean. For now, forget."

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