"There was no rescue for the seven of my brothers and sisters he killed."
Dean couldn't fight down the image of Uriel standing over Cas with his sword drawn. "He wouldn't have gotten away with it."
"You wouldn't have known me, Dean. Let alone cared to avenge me." Dean felt his insides churn. He liked that idea even less, Cas dying alone and unmourned with Dean never even knowing to be pissed off. "In fact, if I had agreed to join him, we would have been enemies."
The only thing worse than imaging someone trying to put a sword through Castiel's chest was the thought that in some reality he might be the one trying to do it. "Good thing you met me, then. Saved your life." Castiel huffed out a breath that was almost a laugh. "So, we know what day to break out the party favors for you, then."
"That was in...September," Castiel said, Dean watching him match the Earth calendar to whatever it was they used in Heaven. "And this is January." His expression fell. "That's a very long time."
"Little over eight months. What, Mr. Older-than-the-Earth can't go that long without a party?"
Castiel looked away. "A lot happens in eight months."
This was the first fic of yours I came across, and I have floved it ever since. And this bit in particular, the both of them pondering that particular AU...you rule for coming up with it.
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Dean couldn't fight down the image of Uriel standing over Cas with his sword drawn. "He wouldn't have gotten away with it."
"You wouldn't have known me, Dean. Let alone cared to avenge me." Dean felt his insides churn. He liked that idea even less, Cas dying alone and unmourned with Dean never even knowing to be pissed off. "In fact, if I had agreed to join him, we would have been enemies."
The only thing worse than imaging someone trying to put a sword through Castiel's chest was the thought that in some reality he might be the one trying to do it. "Good thing you met me, then. Saved your life." Castiel huffed out a breath that was almost a laugh. "So, we know what day to break out the party favors for you, then."
"That was in...September," Castiel said, Dean watching him match the Earth calendar to whatever it was they used in Heaven. "And this is January." His expression fell. "That's a very long time."
"Little over eight months. What, Mr. Older-than-the-Earth can't go that long without a party?"
Castiel looked away. "A lot happens in eight months."
This was the first fic of yours I came across, and I have floved it ever since. And this bit in particular, the both of them pondering that particular AU...you rule for coming up with it.