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tigriswolfTitle: a tale twice told but seldom written
Fandom: “Supernatural”
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun. Title from DuBois.
Warnings: AU; reimaginings of the creation
Pairings: none, really
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 905
Point of view: third
On clear days, he can see all the way across the world. He studies the creatures, the little beings of flesh and bone and blood, as they go about their lives. They are fragile and so very young. They consume each other for sustenance, and only one kind that he can see kills for sport.
He does not interfere. He never interferes. They are not his responsibility or his creatures. He is simply an observer with no stake in the outcome.
He watches in silence as the killers lay siege to the world, claiming the ground and the sky and the other creatures as their own, subject to their whims and fancies.
The arrogance amuses him at first, but as the world begins to die beneath them, he is angered. Their creator, his brother, does nothing. He has long since lost interest, turned away to a new game.
It is not his responsibility, the world and the creatures. But he has felt wonder for the beauty of his brother’s creations.
He has not spoken in so long he has forgotten the sound of his voice. He has forgotten how to form noise. He labors for a long time before directing his words to a small being, one of the killers; the great noise overwhelms the creature and it dies.
He takes this new knowledge and puts it into a second try. He attempts to speak more softly; again, a failure.
Soon, he sees, there will be nothing left to save. The world will be past salvation.
He has watched for countless generations of the self-named rulers of the world. No matter how he speaks, none of them can hear him. He is about ready to simply act and wipe clean existence. His brother is gone. He alone is left, watching. He can start over, make small beings of his own.
On clear days, he can look all the way across the world. On one such day, he sees a little girl, one of the killers’ children, pick up a fallen being—named by the killers ‘dog’—and take it home. For reasons he cannot fathom, he watches as she nurses the dog back to health and keeps the dog in her own bed, feed him from her own plate, guard over the dog until his death, five years later.
Such devotion for someone not even of her own kind. And then, eyes open, he sees such acts happening the world over. So many, trying to slow or even halt their slide to oblivion—and he feels pity. Still angry that things have gotten so far, but no longer does he wish to erase his brother’s creations.
When he turns back to the little girl, she is a woman with two children, sons of her same beauty. He does not act as the evil comes for her, the worst of his brother’s beings—he decides to let their lives play out.
He looks across the world, studying all the human societies, the killers, the highest and self-called best of Creation. So many love other creatures, and so many do not. But he will not cleanse the Earth without warning.
So he tries to speak again. But he needs a special being to hear him.
His brother’s first creations, the angels, are under command of Michael, the eldest of them all. He leads them to a war with the darkest, Lucifer. And maybe that is his way in.
The little girl’s son is prisoner of Lucifer and Lilith, rulers of the dark. The other son is hunting for things to kill. Both have her beauty, her ability to reach out. So, he decides, these brothers will be his final attempt. If he fails now, he will turn away, like his brother before him.
He acts for the first time by removing a human man from a prison of nightmares. He touches a fleshboneblood body for the first time in his eternal existence; he returns the man to his body and leaves him in the ground.
The man(DeanSammyMary’sboy) cannot hear him. Disbelieving of his own knowledge, he tries a second time.
Maybe, he thinks, having a body of his own will help the small beings, the humans, hear him. Maybe his voice is simply too large. And so he takes all his learning over the millennia and crafts himself a form. DeanSammyMary’sboy will listen to an angel, so he becomes one.
But then, his brother returns from the far side of the sky. He, too, takes a form, once again King of Creation.
Thank you for keeping my children safe, his brother the creator says. You have done well.
Angered, he buries himself in his first and only creation, Castiel, an angel unborn until he fashioned an earthly body. He does not speak to his brother and leaves the world, going away to search his own mind. He leaves the body in his brother’s care.
What to do? His brother has come home, taking an interest again. The world had never been his responsibility. He has no stake in his brother’s game.
A clear day dawns and he looks back. The man with his handprint dangles on the brink, about to die. The brother yells, “Dean!”
DeanSammyMary’sboy bears his mark.
And he acts, for the second time, reclaiming his one and only creation, spreading his wings across the world, going to war for the life of a human man.
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Date: 2009-02-28 12:10 pm (UTC)I love it when you take canon and give it a nice, good twist.
Castiel's motivations, the part God's going to play in the boys' lives... these most certainly deserve exploration. I'm glad your Muse speaks to you. :)
*twirls you*
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