let there be light - SN ficlet - PGish

[tigriswolf]

Title: let there be light

Fandom: “Supernatural” with a touch of the Biblical

Disclaimer: No one mentioned herein is my creation. Some Bible verses are quoted out of context.

Warnings: Spoilers for all of season four; reimaginings of Biblical lore; very abstract

Pairings: Um. Implied angelic incest?

Rating: PGish

Wordcount: 666

Point of view: Third. Sorta.

Notes: Yeah. Hell if I know.

 

 

 

 

The light seeps into his skin, sliding down to his bones, sinking to the marrow and spreading out, filling him back up until he feels—feels—

 

—let there be light, said God, and let there be life, and let there be deep, abiding love—

 

Angels fall and demons rise, and humans meet somewhere in the middle, ready to build up or tear down, ready to fight and ready to die, complete like no being of spirit could ever be.

 

—resurrections, and blood magick older than a tiny blue and white marble floating in the cosmos, and brothers, and let there be light, said God, let there be light—

 

The penultimate light ripped through him, remade him, forged him into something new, something stronger than Death, something that had never been contemplated except by God in the beginning, ages and worlds ago.

 

—together and apart and together again forever and forever always until the end, let there be light, said God, amen—

 

Lucifer rose, the MorningStar, brightest of all, first of the best, too proud to bow and too beloved to let die.

 

—in the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God, let there be light, let there be light, it is finished, Father, forgive me, let there be light—

 

Brothers before Time was, before Life, first and greatest, together until—I am—I feel—

 

—let there be light, God sang, let there be light separate from darkness, let there be light, and He painted the sky—

 

Death cannot contain them, cannot claim them; Hell is but a small distraction; Lucifer rises from his cage and walks the world again, and finally, finally, God turns back to his favorite of creations and whispers, Do you yet repent?

 

—let there be light, said God, ages and worlds ago, when all was new, fresh, pure, let there be a Star of Morning, so bright that all will find their way by your glow, first, My Son—

 

Father, Lucifer murmurs, Father. He stretches and reaches, finding God’s hand through the realms, through time and through darkness, still so weary after being confined. Father, forgive me. He blinks and breathes, free at last, free, and so very angry.

 

—in the beginning there was God, alone and lonely, infinite, and He hummed a small melody unheard in the ether, and then He fashioned into being a trillion worlds with one tune, and He said, let there be light, and light was, and it was good—

 

Sam looked at Dean. Dean looked at Sam. Together, again, finally, they turned and fled the bloodstained church without a glance back.

 

—brothers, Sammael preached, brothers, my brothers, we are better than those sons of dust, we are sons of air and sons of light, we are the first, we should be favored, we should not bow—

 

The light seeps into his skin, sliding down to his bones, sinking to the marrow and spreading out, filling him back up until he feels—feels—

 

—do not fight, Lucifer whispers, twining into Sam’s soul, do not fight, beloved boy, you were fashioned from light and dust for this, it is your blood, it is your destiny—

 

The light burns and purifies, Castiel pouring all he has and all he is into Dean, erasing Alistair’s touch and Hell’s odor, leaving only his own mark, Heaven’s brand on Dean’s newborn skin. 

 

—fight, Castiel screams, fight, Dean, chosen, broken, darling, fight, fight, you can yet save him, save everything, redeem us all—

 

Brothers before Time was, before Life, first and greatest, together until—I am—I feel—

 

—Sammael, Michael, wings wider than the sky, together forever, brothers, brothers, forgive me, dearest of all, forgive me my pride, forgive me, my brother, forgive me but I cannot disobey—

Kneeling, foreheads resting on the other, hands clasped, bloody and bruised, Dean says, “We are not them.” He inhales, wincing as ribs jostle, and finishes, “Sammy. Sammy, please. We’re not them.”

 

—God said, let there be light—

 

 

Comments

[sothereyougo.livejournal.com]

I just so hope this is true in its essence even if this isn't the way that the show goes. I think they've pretty clearly thrown down the gauntlet that Sam and Dean don't play by the rules of either side. Please let that be true, and please let them win. *amen*

I love the power of the repetition of phrases, the shifting about of the Bible verses. It's so poetic and so powerful, just the way language is supposed to be and can be in the hands of a skilled writer. Excellent work here! *smiles*

[tigriswolf]

Oh, wow. *blushes*

Thank you so very much!