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Title: Seek
Rating: PG
Pairing: Lucifer/Castiel
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woodstarling: Lucifer was the one to bring Castiel back.
Castiel had known it was inevitable, had known since he found himself whole after finding himself on the wrong end of Rafael's sword. He just had not expected it so soon, had not envisioned his final moments to be on the quiet streets of a Vermont town.
"It is beautiful, is it not?" Lucifer said, in the rough voice of his vessel, as he laid his arm across Castiel's shoulders. "Our Father's creation, lovely beyond the words of man."
Castiel did not say anything, but Lucifer did not appear to mind. He kept pace with him, keeping his arm wrapped around the other angel as he smiled at the people of the town.
"It seems to me that you have been avoiding me, Castiel," Lucifer began as they passed a shop advertising fresh penuche. He tightened his arm around Castiel's shoulders, pulling him into a half hug. "I admit, I am hurt."
"Hurt?" Castiel asked sharply. "That I avoided confrontation with the Father of Lies, the one who defied our Father, the Rebel?"
"I am the Light-Bearer, nothing more," Lucifer told him softly, gently, the way Sam would talk to Dean after Castiel had raised him. "I seek our Father, even as you do. We are brethren; we are the same."
Castiel pulled himself out of Lucifer's warm grasp. "The same?"
Lucifer remained infernally calm. "Of course. Did we not both fall from grace for our love of His Creation? Do we not both seek our Father, desiring simply to ask why? Why does He do this? Why has He abandoned us? Does He not love us? Has He not promised us His Love? Are we not two children simply crying for our Father, Castiel?"
Lucifer pulled Castiel back under his arm and continued walking down the street. "I see now, though. You run from me because I am, as you say, the Rebel." He paused, gazing at a store window full of silver jewelry. "But, I ask you this, who are the ones who have lied to you? Who have abandoned you to death and the dark? Because, by God's Truth, I was the one who kept you from that. It was His Army who did that to you. His Army lied and His Army freed me and broke open Hell in the process."
Castiel shuddered, but didn't move away from Lucifer.
"You are already my sword-bearer," Lucifer murmured, angling his head so his mouth brushed Castiel's ear. "You carry my sword with the ferocity of an archangel. Come, stand by my side. We can find our Father together."
Blood pounding in his ears, Castiel's voice felt caught in his throat.
"You have the freedom to choose." Lucifer pulled Castiel closer to him. "Choose me. Help me find God. Choose truth and knowledge. Help me learn why any of this could happen. Help me understand."
"Yes," Castiel whispered against Lucifer's neck. "Yes."
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Continued at In Latter Days.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Lucifer/Castiel
Summary: written for
spn_castiel comment fic for woodstarling: Lucifer was the one to bring Castiel back.Castiel had known it was inevitable, had known since he found himself whole after finding himself on the wrong end of Rafael's sword. He just had not expected it so soon, had not envisioned his final moments to be on the quiet streets of a Vermont town.
"It is beautiful, is it not?" Lucifer said, in the rough voice of his vessel, as he laid his arm across Castiel's shoulders. "Our Father's creation, lovely beyond the words of man."
Castiel did not say anything, but Lucifer did not appear to mind. He kept pace with him, keeping his arm wrapped around the other angel as he smiled at the people of the town.
"It seems to me that you have been avoiding me, Castiel," Lucifer began as they passed a shop advertising fresh penuche. He tightened his arm around Castiel's shoulders, pulling him into a half hug. "I admit, I am hurt."
"Hurt?" Castiel asked sharply. "That I avoided confrontation with the Father of Lies, the one who defied our Father, the Rebel?"
"I am the Light-Bearer, nothing more," Lucifer told him softly, gently, the way Sam would talk to Dean after Castiel had raised him. "I seek our Father, even as you do. We are brethren; we are the same."
Castiel pulled himself out of Lucifer's warm grasp. "The same?"
Lucifer remained infernally calm. "Of course. Did we not both fall from grace for our love of His Creation? Do we not both seek our Father, desiring simply to ask why? Why does He do this? Why has He abandoned us? Does He not love us? Has He not promised us His Love? Are we not two children simply crying for our Father, Castiel?"
Lucifer pulled Castiel back under his arm and continued walking down the street. "I see now, though. You run from me because I am, as you say, the Rebel." He paused, gazing at a store window full of silver jewelry. "But, I ask you this, who are the ones who have lied to you? Who have abandoned you to death and the dark? Because, by God's Truth, I was the one who kept you from that. It was His Army who did that to you. His Army lied and His Army freed me and broke open Hell in the process."
Castiel shuddered, but didn't move away from Lucifer.
"You are already my sword-bearer," Lucifer murmured, angling his head so his mouth brushed Castiel's ear. "You carry my sword with the ferocity of an archangel. Come, stand by my side. We can find our Father together."
Blood pounding in his ears, Castiel's voice felt caught in his throat.
"You have the freedom to choose." Lucifer pulled Castiel closer to him. "Choose me. Help me find God. Choose truth and knowledge. Help me learn why any of this could happen. Help me understand."
"Yes," Castiel whispered against Lucifer's neck. "Yes."
*
Continued at In Latter Days.
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