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SPN: prelude
Written for Vikki for the first lines meme. I have already constructed long-ass backstory for these two, I love them so.
prelude
Supernatural. Castiel & Anna. 4x18 coda. ~290 words.
Castiel is tracing symbols in the dust of the earth when he feels the shift, space bending around one of his brethren.
He learned these runes from Anna herself, back when they were soldiers together, and these same runes call her to him now. She breathes into existence before him, and it still throws him to see her in this body. Castiel remembers the barn, the way his sister's true form had bled out of Anna Milton's mortality, and that is the image seared into his mind. That is the Annael he recognizes, the one he fought beside, the one he loved and loves still.
"Cas," Anna says by way of greeting.
"The last time we met," he says, "I told you I was considering disobedience."
"I remember. Well?"
"Well what?"
"Are you disobedient?"
Castiel hesitates, because he isn't sure.
He tells her what happened: the Prophet's visions, Sam and Lilith, Dean praying. "He prayed," Castiel repeats in wonderment. "He prayed, and I... I helped him. I don't think I was disobedient."
Anna smiles with one side of her mouth. "You're adorable, Cas."
He frowns.
She says, "Everyone should be so lucky, getting their prayers answered just like that. But where would the world be if everyone got what they want, huh?" She asks, "What do you want, Cas?"
"What I want is irrelevant."
"Do you want to be disobedient?"
"I..." What a question, he thinks. "I want to do the right thing."
She smiles with her whole face now, says, "Now you're getting it." Then, to Castiel's bewilderment, Anna does the most inexplicable thing: she pinches his cheek, and giggles, "My little brother's growing up."
Castiel shakes his head to shake off her hand, and Anna laughs.
prelude
Supernatural. Castiel & Anna. 4x18 coda. ~290 words.
Castiel is tracing symbols in the dust of the earth when he feels the shift, space bending around one of his brethren.
He learned these runes from Anna herself, back when they were soldiers together, and these same runes call her to him now. She breathes into existence before him, and it still throws him to see her in this body. Castiel remembers the barn, the way his sister's true form had bled out of Anna Milton's mortality, and that is the image seared into his mind. That is the Annael he recognizes, the one he fought beside, the one he loved and loves still.
"Cas," Anna says by way of greeting.
"The last time we met," he says, "I told you I was considering disobedience."
"I remember. Well?"
"Well what?"
"Are you disobedient?"
Castiel hesitates, because he isn't sure.
He tells her what happened: the Prophet's visions, Sam and Lilith, Dean praying. "He prayed," Castiel repeats in wonderment. "He prayed, and I... I helped him. I don't think I was disobedient."
Anna smiles with one side of her mouth. "You're adorable, Cas."
He frowns.
She says, "Everyone should be so lucky, getting their prayers answered just like that. But where would the world be if everyone got what they want, huh?" She asks, "What do you want, Cas?"
"What I want is irrelevant."
"Do you want to be disobedient?"
"I..." What a question, he thinks. "I want to do the right thing."
She smiles with her whole face now, says, "Now you're getting it." Then, to Castiel's bewilderment, Anna does the most inexplicable thing: she pinches his cheek, and giggles, "My little brother's growing up."
Castiel shakes his head to shake off her hand, and Anna laughs.
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The impression I get from Anna and Castiel is that they understood each other very well on very specific things back in the garrison, but on most things they kind of confound each other.