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curseboxes2013-04-29 01:43 am
holyspirit) wrote in curseboxes2013-04-29 01:43 am
{dirtnap} God & Death walk into a bar ...
There are about 200 different ways to possibly release Death from imprisonment. Regardless of the method, the very act of releasing him will break a seal - it is Death's release that is the seal itself, not necessarily the method of his release (though some of those are seals in themselves). Unfortunately, given that the Death of old has retired and Dean Winchester has taken his place, releasing him is not even close to a question. So Castiel will just have to be careful.
There is a reaper standing by, watching him skeptically, but there is little she can do other than watch and wait for her new master to be set free. She has been significantly weakened by her own imprisonment, and though Castiel had offered to restore her strength she had adamantly declined his assistance. She does not seem particularly inclined to trust him in regards to her own well being, though she does seem to trust him with the task of getting Dean out of the mystical prison he's spent the last quarter of a century in.
Things are needless to say, a huge goddamn mess.
Castiel speaks the last few words of the incantation and finishes the spell with the sacrifice of newborn calf. He feels the bonds keeping Dean trapped snap, and then pulls open the magically sealed casket and looks down at the figure laying within.
"Hello, Dean."
There is a reaper standing by, watching him skeptically, but there is little she can do other than watch and wait for her new master to be set free. She has been significantly weakened by her own imprisonment, and though Castiel had offered to restore her strength she had adamantly declined his assistance. She does not seem particularly inclined to trust him in regards to her own well being, though she does seem to trust him with the task of getting Dean out of the mystical prison he's spent the last quarter of a century in.
Things are needless to say, a huge goddamn mess.
Castiel speaks the last few words of the incantation and finishes the spell with the sacrifice of newborn calf. He feels the bonds keeping Dean trapped snap, and then pulls open the magically sealed casket and looks down at the figure laying within.
"Hello, Dean."
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"It's what we do," Cas agrees. He isn't anymore certain how to go about this than Dean is, but he has faith that if they want this then they will make it work. He takes another long drink of the beer Dean gave him, keeping his eyes on the other man, and then sets it aside and walks forward towards him. "We seem to have a lot of time to make up for."
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"Yeah," Dean agrees quietly. Hell, it's unsettling to realize that everything around him is years older, that he's going to outlive everything around him, even the people he cares about most. Sure, Cas and Sam will live a long, long time but that doesn't mean forever. It's sobering in a way he doesn't want to consider. Still, he shoves that back too, there's always time to think about it later - right now, he's focused on drinking the last of his bottle, and exhaling. "We've got the time."
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He can't hear Dean's thoughts but he can sense his anxiety. "Talk to me, Dean." They haven't truly done that for a while. Dean used to confide in him all his fears and doubts, but then Castiel broke his trust. Cas hopes that he can earn some of it back. "I know you have fears and doubts. You can share them with me."
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Dean closes his eyes a moment, taking to wandering the room in lieu of just standing there anxiously. He's still caught up in thinking that things are how they were, with Cas out of his mind and Dean on the edge of losing his shit because everything was going to hell.
"That-- eventually I'll reap God, too."