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Stand - Not a rock, I'm just Ruth
All Me, no apologies
Title: Stand
Author: just_ruth
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Death and Destruction
Author's notes: spn_summergen entry for ratherastory
Characters: Castiel, Lucifer
Lyrics are from “Stand” by Rascal Flatts (Me and the Gang, 2006)
Disclaimers: Supernatural is the property of Eric Kripke and the CW. Characters/Situations are being borrowed for entertainment purposes only. You think anyone would pay me for this?
Summary: AU Post-5:04 “The End” -- “One good man can do what a righteous man could not.” The final prophecy of Chuck Shirley, prophet of the Lord
Thanks to:glorious_spoon and sgrio for speedy beta skills
Word Count: 1123

You feel like a candle in a hurricane
Just like a picture with a broken frame
Alone and helpless
Like you've lost your fight
But you'll be all right

Castiel felt Dean die. He felt the moment of pain and darkness: Dean died watching his brother’s face sneering in contempt at him.

It was a small additional ache in the sea of pain that had become his life since heaven closed its gates. He was busy keeping a wounded Risa and a terrified Chuck alive. His own shotgun battered to splinters against the skull of an attacker, he snatched another shotgun from Cody’s dead fingers and fired into the face of the next Croatan. Jill, her pale hair matted with blood that might not be all hers, took advantage of the brief respite and dragged Eliza to where Castiel stood cornered with Risa and Chuck. Eliza was gasping for air and bleeding heavily, her blue-grey eyes glassy with shock. Risa was pale and shuddering. Jill was shaking as she shoved another clip into her pistol. Chuck readied another round and whimpered a little. Castiel had never been so sober in a long time and a part of him wished he wasn’t.

“Enough.” The quiet voice of the archangel who had been the Morning Star, cut through the chaos, bringing a terrible silence in its wake. Every Croat fell where they stood into odiferous, rotting heaps.

He came to them dressed in white. Sam Winchester’s warm, handsome face had become cold and stark. Lucifer smiled thinly.

“It’s over,” he said calmly. “And you lose.”

“You bastard,” Risa panted. Jill began to sob. Chuck put his arm around her.

Lucifer gave a small snort of distaste; he shook his head. “Look at them, Castiel. Are they really worth it?”

“Father thought so.” Castiel set the shotgun down with the respect it deserved. “Many others agreed with him.”

Lucifer chuckled. “What a strange thing you are.”

“He’s a good man,” Chuck found his voice. “I’m still the Prophet of the Lord. The battle is not over. One -- one good man can do what a righteous man could not.”

“Oh, really?” Lucifer laughed. It was a hard, mocking laugh. “I don’t think so.” He poised his fingers to snap.

“No!” cried Castiel.

Lucifer snapped his fingers. ”It’s over.” Jill, Risa, Eliza and Chuck all dropped dead - their hearts stopped in an instant. Lucifer shook his head pityingly.

“Such a waste of time,” he sighed. “Such a waste of resources, such a waste.”

Castiel stood shaking, his hands clenched at his side.

Lucifer smirked at him. “And now what do I do with you? You’re not really an angel, but then you were never really human, were you? Oh, stop glowering like that; you don’t seriously think you can harm me, do you?”

“I can try.”

Lucifer chuckled, shaking his head. “Dean couldn’t kill me and you can’t kill me; but at the moment I have better things to do. Come with me and see.”

“Get away from . . .” the slaughtered bodies and the courtyard of the asylum vanished. “Me.”

They were on a tall hill, looking down into the city of Rome. It was eerily silent. Mingled modern and ancient buildings crept from the shadows of night as the sun rose.

“The man-made wonder that is Rome . . .” Lucifer swept his arms as if conducting a silent symphony. With loud cracks and crumbles, grass spread; breaking between the cracks of the pavement. Trees rose. Buildings toppled rumbling to the ground sending up flocks of frightened pigeons and clouds of dust. Thousands of years of decay and destruction were compressed into mere minutes. The mighty dome of Saint Peter’s cracked and fell to vanish under greenery.

In a few moments, Lucifer gave a final flourish and sighed with satisfaction. “See? This is a true wonder – the beautiful green hills as they were before man ever set foot on them.”

“Am I supposed to be impressed?” Castiel asked.

“Don’t you see?” Lucifer sounded slightly irked. “No. I can see you don’t. Come then!”

Castiel was yanked from one capitol to another – London flattened; Paris collapsed. Tokyo sent back to swamp paddies, except Lucifer left the cherry trees and the gardens because he rather liked them. Washington D.C. turned to dust. Los Angeles was swept away into the desert.

“Isn’t it wonderful?” asked Lucifer as they perched on the edge of Kilauea volcano. “This is such a beautiful, perfect planet. Look! The sea birds are returning to their nests.”

Castiel looked instead into the glowing mouth of the volcano; now freed from barriers and fences. A thin taste of copper filled his mouth as he chewed his lower lip. He bolted to the edge and jumped. For a moment, he was washed in deadly heat and then --

He was dangling by the front of his shirt from Lucifer’s fist.

“Did you think that you could escape me?” he sneered. “Sam could not; neither could Dean. I have need of you.”

“What do you want from me?” Castiel went to his knees when he was lowered. They were down on the pure white sand beach on the other side of the island.

Lucifer looked at him almost sadly. “You gave up everything, everything for that degraded mistake of a race. Seeing how wonderful this world is – surely you can say you were wrong to do such a thing?”

Castiel looked at his hands. Oh, he would not deny he had seen the worst of humanity, but he had seen the best as well.

“You can be my messenger back to Heaven; tell them what I’ve done. Tell them how beautiful it all is. Make them see that I was right all along.”

“I can’t go back to Heaven,” he murmured. “I’m not an angel.”

“He’s a good man,” said Chuck, Prophet of the Lord. “The battle is not over. One -- one good man can do what a righteous man could not.”

Dean could not kill Lucifer.

Dean could not escape Lucifer.

Dean . . . could not bring himself to become Michael’s vessel.

Could it be that simple? He scratched the Enochian sigil for the warrior angel with his nail in the sand.

“What are you doing?” Lucifer demanded.

He whispered the chant of summoning under his breath.

Lucifer yanked him off his feet “What are you saying?”

“Yes,” said Castiel.


‘Cause when push comes to shove
You face what you're made of
You might bend, till you break
Cause its all you can take
On your knees you look up
Decide you've had enough
You get mad you get strong
Wipe your hands shake it off
Then you stand.


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sharona1x2 From: sharona1x2 Date: September 4th, 2010 10:46 am (UTC) (Link)
Oooooh, that gave me chills! I like Castiel in this. The idea of him being Michael's vessel is a good one. Nicely done, Ruth.
just_ruth From: just_ruth Date: September 6th, 2010 11:49 pm (UTC) (Link)
It was an idea that came to me when I was watching fifth season - if Castiel was becoming human, why couldn't he be Michael's vessel?
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