#millionrandomacts

[exsanguinumarchive-blog]

Salvation's Sin -- Open

It was the disturbance of the natural balance that had dragged him him, out of his normal hunting grounds. He was still planning, plotting the recovery of Heaven from those who had thought it fit to seize the power of the Lord's throne. 

A presence behind him had his back stiffening, his angel blade slipping into his hand. "Who are you, and what have you to do with this?" he growled. 

[knightinshiningimpala]

The angel stared. If ever he felt like cursing, now would be it. He leaned it, grabbing the front of the Winchester's shirt. "Where is the vial?"

Dean smirked and spat in the Angel’s face.

“That’s something for me to know and for you to keep wondering. Now why don’t you go and be a mighty morphin power ranger somewhere else?”

exit-stage-crowley asked you:

Crowley appears next to Dean, sizes up the situation, grabs Dean’s arm, and teleports them both back home.

The Hunter had never been so happy to see the Demon in his life. With a cocky grin at Michael, he just had time to give him the finger before he was teleported away.

His stomach lurched and his head span, but Dean managed a watery smile at the Demon.

“Thanks…”

[baublesandbrimstone]

-The Grace increased, the angel taking away the door to the room. He had warned the girl, and he was no longer playing. Now he would destroy the child, like he had promised-

Her hand felt the wall in desperation, slammed against it; but she only discovered a blank expanse as the angel trapped her. Desperately, Peri crouched down, curled around the baby, futilely trying to protect him as best she could as he advanced.

I'm sorry...I'm sorry. Even through her pain and blindness, she held onto one thought: save the child.

Something large suddenly appeared at her side, however, and a loud series of growls were leveled at the archangel.

Her breath caught. The hellhound. She completely forgot about Sanguine.

A set of teeth sank into the back of her jacket, one last green-eyed glare being shot at the bright light...and in just a flash, the hound, the dragon, and the child were all gone.

[followyourorders]

Then do it quickly.

--Yes, of course.

[soulbranded]

|Text| He's dead, and I will seek vengeance. Stay in your saferoom, keep your hunter there. This is a battle between my brother and me. [sent]

Rachel stared down at the text in disbelief, her hand shaking sadly.

No. Nonononono. This couldn’t be happening. Not Cas. 

|Text| Dixon don’t. You said yourself nothing can face Michael and live. Stop, please. [sent]

She sent five more variations of that, all with no answer. She looked up at Dean, fear flickering in her eyes. She knew exactly why Dixon wasn’t responding. 

It took her a moment to process what he’d said. My brother and me. Her brow furrowed, confusion leaking through her grief and anger. What did that mean?

Cas… She heard his voice, felt his skin on hers, saw his smile, and a small sob escaped her lips as tight, thick bands of sorrow crushed her heart. She felt caught in a dream, a horrible nightmare. How many more would die? Was it not enough that the Brotherhood picked them off one by one - now they were fighting amongst themselves. 

She drew a ragged breath, her eyes going to Dean. She had to tell him, and pray… pray to whom? To God? She snorted at the thought.

Fuck God. He clearly didn’t care.

She’d just have to hope for the best. Because that was working out so well so far. 

[knightinshiningimpala]

He stood in front of Dean, is foot pressing down on Dean's leg. "Tell me who you are giving it to."

A growling yell was torn from his throat as Michael pressed his foot down onto his leg. The Hunter was unsure whether simply calling for the Demon would work. But there wasn’t much chance of getting out of this alive. Well… If the Angel wanted to know…

“Crowley.”

[baublesandbrimstone]

-he watched her until she lunged. His eyes widened, and he dropped his mortal form as she did so, the room filling with a bright white light-

*she managed to get away before he transformed with a mouthful of flesh, swallowing it down before snarling in rage and pain at the light surrounding her, feeling it char and burn her eyes with a horrid blistering sound; and so she fell back, trying to cover the child again, who was miraculously unaffected*

Pain…food…can’t eat anymore-…run…

No-…the-…the baby.

Need to protect the baby.

*scooping him up again, she struggled to flee with him, one hand cradling him to her chest, the other reaching out, feeling for the door*

[followyourorders]

Where is the traitor?

Castiel? Gone. In the wind and hidden from me. 

 --But I'm working on getting him back, Michael. He has a weakness, and I intend to exploit it.

[askfallencas-archive-blog]

millionrandomacts replied to your post: Goodbye, Castiel. -steps forward, Grace lighting up-

I will not stop. -reaches a hand out-

Fine. Go ahead. Kill me.

[soulbranded]

Texts with Dixon

Rachel - Text: FYI Michael's on the warpath. Might wanna go to ground.

Dixon - Text: Define warpath.

Rachel - Text: I dunno exactly, but that's the word. Enough that everyone's on edge.

Rachel - Text: Btw, you know any angel warding sigils?

Dixon - Text: To keep angels out or in?

Rachel - Text: Out

Dixon - Text: Yes. [images attached]

Rachel - Text: Thanks

Dixon - Text: Where is Castiel?

Rachel - Text: I dunno. he was staying with P. He's not answering his phone

Dixon - Text: I'll check.

Dixon - Text: If Michael is in a smiting mood, the best idea is to stay out the way. He is the Right Hand of God. There is no force that can resist him.

Rachel - Text: Really? I was gonna ask him to have a beer and tell me what's bothering him.

Dixon - Text: This is not a joke Rachel.

Rachel - Text: I know, dude. I'm already getting it from Dean. I know. We're holing up - hence the sigils.

Dixon - Text: Good. I'll find Castiel and be in touch when I can.

Rachel - Text: K. Just hey, don't die alright?

Dixon - Text: Does that mean you like me?

Rachel - Text: Smartass.

Dixon - Text: :)

[knightinshiningimpala]

exit-stage-crowley replied to your post: 

Summon away

ooc: I have forgotten how to do the summon....

Can it be done whilst an Archangel is kicking your ass?

[baublesandbrimstone]

Good. -steps forward, arms outstretched- Hand him to me.

Hurts...need food. Real food.

I'm gonna-...set him down, okay? I d-don't...I don't want...any more trouble.

Smells so good...god it's so good...

*turning around, she slowly takes a few steps towards him, before kneeling down to set the transformed baby on the floor, who's stopped crying and now stares up at the archangel curiously*

Okay. Okay there...just...just make it-...quick.

*makes like she's going to step back before suddenly, she lunges at him, clawed hands grabbing onto his arms and sinking into the flesh of his vessel as her teeth clamped down and tore into his throat*

[followyourorders]

... Castiel did this, you say. What brought him to this point?

"A lust for power. Free will."

[askfallencas-archive-blog]

Goodbye, Castiel. -steps forward, Grace lighting up-

Michael, no! Stop!