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'Little Wing' - SPN - Uriel & Claire!Castiel
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Little Wing
Supernatural. Uriel, Claire!Castiel. G. Spoilers for 4x01, 4x03, 4x07, and 4x16.
Episode tags for 4x01, 4x03, and 4x07 in the AU where Castiel's vessel has always been Claire Novak. 1331 words.
i.
A flutter of wings and a flash of golden hair, and Castiel appears next to him.
"How did it go?" Uriel asks.
"It went well," Castiel replies, but she is fingering the bullet holes in her hoodie, the tear in her shirt over her heart. The rips in her clothing mend themselves, and then Castiel looks up at him from behind blue eyes. "As well as can be expected," she adds.
"Yes, I see you and the righteous man have started off on a good foot," Uriel drawls, poking his finger through another bullet hole in the sleeve.
"He just returned from forty years in hell, Uriel." Castiel touches the bullet hole and it disappears. "He's understandably excitable."
"Far be it from me to question our Father's will, but Dean Winchester seems far from a righteous man."
Castiel smiles, and the sight is so startling to Uriel that he finds himself chuckling. She is as conservative in mirth as she is in movement and speech, but there is something about inhabiting a vessel that loosens her. It humbles her, subjects her to the tyranny of human reflex. "Strange, then,” Castiel says, “that you and him should share a tragic flaw."
Uriel raises his eyebrows. "And what is that?"
"You have no faith."
iii.
Uriel is waiting in a diner when Castiel returns from 1973, and he is not having a terrible time. He may despise these mudmonkeys, but credit where credit is due: this peach cobbler and vanilla milkshake combo is – dare he say it – divine. Castiel regards the food with detachment as she slides into the seat in front of him, and Uriel offers her a bite of cobbler knowing full well she'd refuse.
“1973 was a pointless exercise,” Uriel says, between sips of milkshake. “This is typical Zachariah. He is more showman than strategist, and not even a very good showman at that.”
“1973 was a success,” Castiel says. “That's all that matters.”
“What did it succeed at?” Uriel scoffs. He waggles his fork at Castiel in a point-making sort of way. “I'm more concerned with Sam Winchester's role in all this.”
They've developed a habit of enthusiastic debate when it comes to Sam Winchester. He has replaced transubstantiation as their favorite topic of belabored argument, and they are ten minutes in before Uriel notices the shift in the air. Castiel is about to launch into another reiteration of the means vs. ends argument when Uriel holds up his hand for silence. Does a quick glance around.
The man behind the counter wraps a sandwich, but his attention is focused on the evening news, which has been dragging up the same story for the past couple of months. The anchorman is saying, “The investigation into Claire Novak's disappearance is at a standstill.” The TV shows a smiling picture of the girl sitting across from Uriel.
The sandwich-wrapper exchanges glances with a waitress, and the both of them look at Uriel and Castiel. The anchorman says, “Claire disappeared from her home in Pontiac, Illinois two months ago,” and it cuts to a shot of Pontiac's unremarkable downtown area. A town just like any other, it wants to say. One just like yours.
“I didn't realize my vessel would inspire such attention,” Castiel murmurs. “There was nothing that suggested she was this beloved. I thought surely the daughter would be less missed than the father.”
“For someone who spends a lot of time watching humanity,” Uriel says, “you know very little about the workings of their news media.”
The TV cuts to a man looking frayed and haggard, dark circles under his eyes. Dark hair, and his eyes the same blue as Castiel's. He has the same shape of nose and curve of jaw. “We just want her to come home,” he says. “We just want our baby girl back.”
“Look what you've done,” Uriel says, amused, but there is no reply from Castiel, who is watching the man on TV and frowning curiously.
More people look over at their booth now, some of them angry and some of them worried, and the waitress is talking very quietly to another waitress, who is trying her best to not to look at them at all.
“I think we should leave,” says Castiel.
“I can take care of this.”
She gives Uriel a look. “No smiting excessively; we talked about this.”
Uriel rolls his eyes. “Please.” He wipes his mouth with a napkin, then stands up. “What do you take me for?”
Shortly thereafter, the memories of everyone in the diner has been adjusted to a more convenient story, and it's like the past fifteen minutes never happened. The short-order cook fries up some sausages. The people in the diner are eating, drinking, generating the buzz of conversation. The waitress is back in thousand-watt smile mode, asking Uriel and Claire if they need anything else.
“Nothing, thank you,” says Castiel.
The waitress says, “Just the check, then?”
Uriel touches her elbow, and gives her a winsome smile. “We won't be paying either.”
The waitress nods. “You got it, hon,” and bustles away.
He spears the last chunk of cobbler with his fork and holds it out to Castiel. “Last chance.”
Castiel glares at him. Uriel waves the fork in front of her face. With an air of being very put-upon, Castiel takes the fork and eats the cobbler.
“Oh,” Castiel says, eyes widening. She chews with deliberate motion. “It's..."
Uriel just smirks.
"That was good,” she admits.
“A shame,” Uriel says, “that humanity is not as pleasing as their cobbler.” He slurps the last of his milkshake. “Come, sister, we should go.”
And in the blink of an eye, the booth is empty again.
vii.
Uriel is pushing Castiel on the swings.
“The decision's been made,” she says, hair streaming out.
“By a mudmonkey,” he mutters.
Castiel pikes her legs to go higher. “You shouldn't call them that.”
“That's what they are,” Uriel scoffs. “Savages. Just plumbing on two legs.”
And she swings high, swinging high enough for Castiel to tip her head back and make brief eye-contact with Uriel upside down. “You're close to blasphemy,” she says, and falls back. “There's a reason we were sent to save him. He has potential. He may succeed here. Push me higher!”
Uriel does.
“At any rate,” Castiel says, “it's out of our hands.”
Uriel lets a pause drift by, then says quietly, “It doesn't have to be.”
“What would you suggest?”
Uriel grabs the chains of the swing, stilling it, and looks down at the angel in the little girl. She looks back up at him, the crown of her head touching his waist. “That we drag Dean Winchester out of here,” Uriel snaps. “That we blow this insignificant pinprick off the map.”
“You know our true orders,” Castiel says simply. “Are you prepared to disobey?”
For a few seconds, Uriel considers telling her the plan right now. The vision of a new world, so much like the old world, and one that is all theirs, finally, again. Home. She would say yes; suddenly Uriel is sure of it. Castiel misses their Father too, and aches for Him as they all must. She knows better than most the imperfections of this world. For thousands of years now, he and Castiel have watched it grow and change and fall so far, and Uriel is sure. She would say yes.
“You make too much of disobedience, sister,” Uriel says instead, giving her another push.
“Brother,” Castiel says. The chain creaks, and her hair trails out behind her as she rises feet-first to the sun. “We are only doing what we've been created to do.”
[originally posted at http://whynot.dreamwidth.org/27251.html |
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spnsupporting table. Title is from the Hendrix song because it's totally appropriate.Little Wing
Supernatural. Uriel, Claire!Castiel. G. Spoilers for 4x01, 4x03, 4x07, and 4x16.
Episode tags for 4x01, 4x03, and 4x07 in the AU where Castiel's vessel has always been Claire Novak. 1331 words.
i.
A flutter of wings and a flash of golden hair, and Castiel appears next to him.
"How did it go?" Uriel asks.
"It went well," Castiel replies, but she is fingering the bullet holes in her hoodie, the tear in her shirt over her heart. The rips in her clothing mend themselves, and then Castiel looks up at him from behind blue eyes. "As well as can be expected," she adds.
"Yes, I see you and the righteous man have started off on a good foot," Uriel drawls, poking his finger through another bullet hole in the sleeve.
"He just returned from forty years in hell, Uriel." Castiel touches the bullet hole and it disappears. "He's understandably excitable."
"Far be it from me to question our Father's will, but Dean Winchester seems far from a righteous man."
Castiel smiles, and the sight is so startling to Uriel that he finds himself chuckling. She is as conservative in mirth as she is in movement and speech, but there is something about inhabiting a vessel that loosens her. It humbles her, subjects her to the tyranny of human reflex. "Strange, then,” Castiel says, “that you and him should share a tragic flaw."
Uriel raises his eyebrows. "And what is that?"
"You have no faith."
iii.
Uriel is waiting in a diner when Castiel returns from 1973, and he is not having a terrible time. He may despise these mudmonkeys, but credit where credit is due: this peach cobbler and vanilla milkshake combo is – dare he say it – divine. Castiel regards the food with detachment as she slides into the seat in front of him, and Uriel offers her a bite of cobbler knowing full well she'd refuse.
“1973 was a pointless exercise,” Uriel says, between sips of milkshake. “This is typical Zachariah. He is more showman than strategist, and not even a very good showman at that.”
“1973 was a success,” Castiel says. “That's all that matters.”
“What did it succeed at?” Uriel scoffs. He waggles his fork at Castiel in a point-making sort of way. “I'm more concerned with Sam Winchester's role in all this.”
They've developed a habit of enthusiastic debate when it comes to Sam Winchester. He has replaced transubstantiation as their favorite topic of belabored argument, and they are ten minutes in before Uriel notices the shift in the air. Castiel is about to launch into another reiteration of the means vs. ends argument when Uriel holds up his hand for silence. Does a quick glance around.
The man behind the counter wraps a sandwich, but his attention is focused on the evening news, which has been dragging up the same story for the past couple of months. The anchorman is saying, “The investigation into Claire Novak's disappearance is at a standstill.” The TV shows a smiling picture of the girl sitting across from Uriel.
The sandwich-wrapper exchanges glances with a waitress, and the both of them look at Uriel and Castiel. The anchorman says, “Claire disappeared from her home in Pontiac, Illinois two months ago,” and it cuts to a shot of Pontiac's unremarkable downtown area. A town just like any other, it wants to say. One just like yours.
“I didn't realize my vessel would inspire such attention,” Castiel murmurs. “There was nothing that suggested she was this beloved. I thought surely the daughter would be less missed than the father.”
“For someone who spends a lot of time watching humanity,” Uriel says, “you know very little about the workings of their news media.”
The TV cuts to a man looking frayed and haggard, dark circles under his eyes. Dark hair, and his eyes the same blue as Castiel's. He has the same shape of nose and curve of jaw. “We just want her to come home,” he says. “We just want our baby girl back.”
“Look what you've done,” Uriel says, amused, but there is no reply from Castiel, who is watching the man on TV and frowning curiously.
More people look over at their booth now, some of them angry and some of them worried, and the waitress is talking very quietly to another waitress, who is trying her best to not to look at them at all.
“I think we should leave,” says Castiel.
“I can take care of this.”
She gives Uriel a look. “No smiting excessively; we talked about this.”
Uriel rolls his eyes. “Please.” He wipes his mouth with a napkin, then stands up. “What do you take me for?”
Shortly thereafter, the memories of everyone in the diner has been adjusted to a more convenient story, and it's like the past fifteen minutes never happened. The short-order cook fries up some sausages. The people in the diner are eating, drinking, generating the buzz of conversation. The waitress is back in thousand-watt smile mode, asking Uriel and Claire if they need anything else.
“Nothing, thank you,” says Castiel.
The waitress says, “Just the check, then?”
Uriel touches her elbow, and gives her a winsome smile. “We won't be paying either.”
The waitress nods. “You got it, hon,” and bustles away.
He spears the last chunk of cobbler with his fork and holds it out to Castiel. “Last chance.”
Castiel glares at him. Uriel waves the fork in front of her face. With an air of being very put-upon, Castiel takes the fork and eats the cobbler.
“Oh,” Castiel says, eyes widening. She chews with deliberate motion. “It's..."
Uriel just smirks.
"That was good,” she admits.
“A shame,” Uriel says, “that humanity is not as pleasing as their cobbler.” He slurps the last of his milkshake. “Come, sister, we should go.”
And in the blink of an eye, the booth is empty again.
vii.
Uriel is pushing Castiel on the swings.
“The decision's been made,” she says, hair streaming out.
“By a mudmonkey,” he mutters.
Castiel pikes her legs to go higher. “You shouldn't call them that.”
“That's what they are,” Uriel scoffs. “Savages. Just plumbing on two legs.”
And she swings high, swinging high enough for Castiel to tip her head back and make brief eye-contact with Uriel upside down. “You're close to blasphemy,” she says, and falls back. “There's a reason we were sent to save him. He has potential. He may succeed here. Push me higher!”
Uriel does.
“At any rate,” Castiel says, “it's out of our hands.”
Uriel lets a pause drift by, then says quietly, “It doesn't have to be.”
“What would you suggest?”
Uriel grabs the chains of the swing, stilling it, and looks down at the angel in the little girl. She looks back up at him, the crown of her head touching his waist. “That we drag Dean Winchester out of here,” Uriel snaps. “That we blow this insignificant pinprick off the map.”
“You know our true orders,” Castiel says simply. “Are you prepared to disobey?”
For a few seconds, Uriel considers telling her the plan right now. The vision of a new world, so much like the old world, and one that is all theirs, finally, again. Home. She would say yes; suddenly Uriel is sure of it. Castiel misses their Father too, and aches for Him as they all must. She knows better than most the imperfections of this world. For thousands of years now, he and Castiel have watched it grow and change and fall so far, and Uriel is sure. She would say yes.
“You make too much of disobedience, sister,” Uriel says instead, giving her another push.
“Brother,” Castiel says. The chain creaks, and her hair trails out behind her as she rises feet-first to the sun. “We are only doing what we've been created to do.”
[originally posted at http://whynot.dreamwidth.org/27251.html |
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I love this glimpse into Uriel's head. I miss him.
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ME TOOOOOO. Can you imagine 5x03 with Clairestiel? And oh god, 5x04? I want to read 20K-word epics about it all right now.
Thanks for reading.
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That image just gave me so much glee that I cannot even express it. I LOVE Claire!Cas omg this is so glorious! Now I want to see this from the Dean side of things - how on earth does he feel about a little girl showing up having raised him from perdition?
Uriel is so badass, and I love how you've captured the tone of his conversations with Castiel here. SAM HAS REPLACED TRANSUBSTANTIATION AS THEIR FAVORITE TOPIC OF BELABORED ARGUMENT. Love love love.
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how on earth does he feel about a little girl showing up having raised him from perdition?
RIGHT?! RIGHT?! 5x03 would probably involve more ice cream and less brothels. Possibly Cas might sit on Dean's shoulders eating Twizzlers. PERHAPS THEY GO TO A PETTING ZOO INSTEAD? idek.
Thank you! <3
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THIS.
THIS.
THIS FOREVER.
Castiel smiles, and the sight is so startling to Uriel that he finds himself chuckling. She is as conservative in mirth as she is in movement and speech, but there is something about inhabiting a vessel that loosens her. It humbles her, subjects her to the tyranny of human reflex.
AAAANGELS. The way they disarm each other, the old habit of camaraderie. The comfort of exhausted arguments, conversations that circle around and around, the ring around the throne.
They've developed a habit of enthusiastic debate when it comes to Sam Winchester. He has replaced transubstantiation as their favorite topic of belabored argument
I LOVE THEM SO MUCH OMFGGGGGG
Claire's little face on milk cartons while her body tramps around killing demons and getting blood under those gnawed fingernails is one of my favorite sick fantasies. I think of it and hug myself in weird, twisted joy. Now, instead, I will print this out and hug it in weird, twisted joy.
And she swings high, swinging high enough for Castiel to tip her head back and make brief eye-contact with Uriel upside down. “You're close to blasphemy,” she says, and falls back. “There's a reason we were sent to save him. He has potential. He may succeed here. Push me higher!”
Uriel does.
I AM QUOTING THIS WHOLE THING AND I DON'T EVEN CARE. I CANNOT DEAL I CANNOT OMFG.
Uriel certain, aching with certainty that she'd agree. She has to, doesn't she? Isn't he her closest brother? Don't they know each other well enough for him to be certain? Aren't all their arguments just for the love of it, for the love of each other, for the exercise of debate? For all her obstinacy, doesn't she always ghost a smile and drop her head in appreciation of his logic, his passion, his certainty? But he waits. A mistake, maybe. Or maybe they've been misjudging each other for years, for so much time, but never knew.
THIS IS BREAKING MY HEART FOREVER AND I LOVE ITTTT.
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Man oh man I want episode tags for all the Clairestiel AU episodes! 4x16, Alastair's bloodied fingers leaving red stains in her hair. 5x14, WHAT DOES CASTIEL HUNGER FOR? 5x21, little girl lost taking the bus from Delacroix to Davenport, then learning how to shoot guns.
Isn't he her closest brother? Don't they know each other well enough for him to be certain? Aren't all their arguments just for the love of it, for the love of each other, for the exercise of debate? For all her obstinacy, doesn't she always ghost a smile and drop her head in appreciation of his logic, his passion, his certainty? But he waits. A mistake, maybe. Or maybe they've been misjudging each other for years, for so much time, but never knew.
<3 YEAH PRETTY MUCH ;_____; omg YO THIS IS A STORY ABOUT THE EPIC LOVE BETWEEN TWO BROTHERS, REVELATING TO PEOPLE, SMITING SHIT, THE FAMILY BUSINESS.
THANK YOU A LOT, GABBY. <33
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For a few seconds, Uriel considers telling her the plan right now. The vision of a new world, so much like the old world, and one that is all theirs, finally, again. Home. She would say yes; suddenly Uriel is sure of it. Castiel misses their Father too, and aches for Him as they all must. She knows better than most the imperfections of this world. For thousands of years now, he and Castiel have watched it grow and change and fall so far, and Uriel is sure. She would say yes.
Augh. Augh. My heart breaks for the guy, it does, knowing what's coming.
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To what extent, do you think, was 4x16 still resonating in Castiel's head during 4x20 Bible camp? Angels have long memories. Heaven is getting the assent from Castiel that he had denied Uriel. Maybe if Castiel had said yes, Uriel would still be alive, still on the same side, brother of a thousand years, kept back from the ether. What did denying Uriel achieve? What if one of the reasons Castiel resisted for so long in Bible camp was because he didn't want to cheapen Uriel's death by giving to others what he kept back from Uriel?
Thanks very much!
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He has replaced transubstantiation as their favorite topic of belabored argument
and I love it.
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SO WHAT I'M SAYING IS THAT I REALLY LIKE THIS, LIKE, A LOT. LIKE, I'M MAKING ~NOISES OF PAIN AND LOVE AND TYPING WITH ONE HAND BECAUSE THE OTHER IS TOO BUSY FLAPPING AROUND IN THE AIR TRYING DESPERATELY TO EXPRESS MY JOY AND LOVE.
“A shame,” Uriel says, “that humanity is not as pleasing as their cobbler.”
URIEEEEEEEEL.
And, oh oh oh oh my heeeeeart Jimmy on the news! And Castiel THOUGHT CLAIRE WOULD BE MISSED LESS OH, F-- FOR UNDERSTANDING HUMANS CASTIEL YOU NOOB. Wouldn't it be amaaazing if angels had all picked people they thought weren't contributing to society and wouldn't be missed? They'd be a collection of bums and children. And european royalty.
And and and CASTIEL COMPARING URIEL AND DEAN AND THEIR LACK OF FAITH OKAY, OKAY I LOVE THIS. I LOVE THAT THIS IS WHAT CASTIEL WANTS IN A FRIEND. HE LIKES THEM CONTRARY, COMPLIMENTORY. Their friiiiieeeeeeeendship just kills me in so many ways and I have so many feelings about it. And he PUSHES HER ON THE SWING and knows she'll rebel with hiiiimmmmm. ;__; What if she did? WHAT IF CLAIRESTIEL WENT EVIL? WHAT WOULD YOU DO THEN, ANNA, HUH?
TO SUM UP this makes me thinks and feel and want and ache and I love it so so so so so much. <3333333333333333
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Ya, Uriel has a point. It will be millions of years before humans evolve to the point where we are half as delicious as peach cobblers.
JIMMY IN THE NEWS, MAN. Somewhere floating around is a fic waiting to be written about Jimmy or/AND Amelia hunting down TFW with vengeance on their minds. If Claire was the vessel from the beginning, then what's the post-Castiel PTSD gonna be like? 4x20, Claire showing up on her doorstep and when Amelia opens the door, there is no hesitation at all -- just crying and hugging and more crying. There would be no doubt that Claire is finally home. I like to think that the Dean/Cas 4x07 park bench conversation in this AU also involves Dean pushing Cas on the swings. Or maybe Cas hanging by her knees from the monkey bars.
I WOULD ALSO LIKE IT IF PRINCE WILLIAM RAISED DEAN FROM PERDITION. Dashing! Can you imagine the 4x20?!
If Clairestiel went evil with Uriel, Uriel woulda lived and not have needed replacing by Zachariah to be the token dick angel. No banishing at the end of 4x22. BUT THIS MEANS NO 5x03 AND 5x04 AND THAT MAKES ME SAD. :(((( ON THE OTHER HAND, this means Uriel and Clairestiel being even more like Croup and Vandemar, and I cannot say that is a bad thing.
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And gosh, Uriel. He was ahhhhhhhgk you know, I don't miss him really that much UNTIL I READ FIC ABOUT HIM and then I'm like "I miss his dynamic, the friendship he had with Castiel" and just bawwwwwwwww you hit me in so many places with this write more of it please.
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:DDDD
SWINGS :DDDD
and Castiel is a She throughout! And Uriel is talking about sisters! and and and. oh gender and angels. come on, show, do it right.
“We are only doing what we've been created to do.” - OH ANGELS. OH CAS <333
I love the first scene, I can totally picture Claire in it, details and all.
Sam has replaced transubstantiation as their favorite topic of argument! XDD
And of COURSE the news is all over a little girl's disappearance - seeing Jimmy on the tv! :((((( it is so sad, sadder than Jimmy's disappearance. Because Amelia and Claire can tell themselves he left them, that he went crazy and left, but Jimmy and Amelia can only think Claire's been kidnapped and hope that she isn't dead :( augh, cas, whyyy.
I super want a vanilla milkshake and peach cobbler now.
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Sam inspires a lot of STRONG FEELINGS, OKAY. BECKY WOULD UNDERSTAND.
I super want a vanilla milkshake and peach cobbler now.
GOD, ME TOO.
Thanks for reading XD
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She is as conservative in mirth as she is in movement and speech, but there is something about inhabiting a vessel that loosens her. It humbles her, subjects her to the tyranny of human reflex.
This does demonstrate with that one word tyranny, what Uriel thinks of humanity.
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Oh my goodness, thank you very much! :DDD
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"He just returned from forty years in hell, Uriel." Castiel touches the bullet hole and it disappears. "He's understandably excitable."
Love Cas's understated, calm reaction.
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Is it just me or is anybody else picturing Claire!Castiel making a side trip to Manchester to terrorize a police officer?
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(Anonymous) 2010-07-25 04:32 pm (UTC)(link)normally people wrote deancastiel a lot but since this is claire, it's kind of impossible to make that work right? cuz that would be wrong...unless claire is a teenager... i read a dean/teenageclaire and lucifer/teenageclaire before and i like it... not asking you to write kidclaire with a pedohiple characters, that just sick...but i do wonder if castiel!claire ever meet little lilith... :P
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Cas in Claire's body is so PERFECT, and Uriel I LOVE HIM SO.
They've developed a habit of enthusiastic debate when it comes to Sam Winchester. He has replaced transubstantiation as their favorite topic of belabored argument, and they are ten minutes in before Uriel notices the shift in the air. Castiel is about to launch into another reiteration of the means vs. ends argument when Uriel holds up his hand for silence
ANGELS. YES. and who is right about Sam in the end! I am not sure.
“There was nothing that suggested she was this beloved. I thought surely the daughter would be less missed than the father.”
“For someone who spends a lot of time watching humanity,” Uriel says, “you know very little about the workings of their news media.”
THIS IS SO HEARTBREAKING. Of course she doesn't realize, because to Cas the Father will always be more important, he doesn't even realize other people see differently. That people see differently. That missing white girl is great for ratings, also. OH CAS.
AND THEN HE PUSHES CAS ON THE SWIIIIINGS, I want angel fic from you FOREVER.
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WYYYYRRRRRRM <3 <3
I think they are both right about Sam in some ways, but not in the ways they think.
haha, OH CAS, don't you know it's wrong to impose your own value system on the natives? It does seem to facilitate the colonization of their bodies though. Plumb those resources, you angel you.
I WANT URIEL TO PUSH CAS ON THE SWINGS FOREVERRRR
WITH CAS IN ANY VESSEL
EVEN THE TIME HE TOOK A CACTUS FOR A VESSEL
OR THAT TIME HE ENVESSELED A STOPLIGHT
Thank you very much, Animoose <3
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Clairestiel is one of my favorite AU premises.
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This was brilliant!
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Made me miss Uriel too ;_; The Uriel-Cas team was one of my favorite parts of season 4, and I think his voice was spot-on here *FLAIL*
Reading the comments above: Dean + Clairestiel + M80s = EPIC WIN YES YES
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