Beauty's Beholder

"Yes, he did…..but he’s back." Samarah answered "I helped him, when he needed it. He was so weak from being revived, he was nearly human, and he needed help…."

"I-" The archangel frowns looking down at his hands. "Why didn't he tell anyone? We all mourned him. We were heartbroken. I was heartbroken."

Things Left Unsaid for Far too Long

"Oh, i don’t know. Puppies?" He asked with a slight eye roll. 

Az smirked slightly. “I don’t know about you, but I prefer cats.”

A bubbly fit of laughter came over him at the sheer absurdity that they were actually talking about this at the current moment. "Actually. I am too." 

Digging Deep

Az presed closer against him, wrapping his arms around his waist and laying his head against shoulder. Nothing needed to be said, it was a beautiful piece of tranquility, and it was theirs.

A light contented sigh fluttered past his lips, and Jophiel let his eyes slide closed for a few moments. It had been a while since he'd gotten a moment that was truly peaceful, what with all the worrying things that had been happening recently. 

"Perhaps that is because you are the best of them, and they know it?" There is the reasoning of pride being one of the seven deadly sins as well, but that does not matter at the moment. "Where should I start?" He asks. "For one you’re smart, more so than you realize. You’re kind, caring, and clever…"

He chuckled, a low rumbly sound almost like purring. "Clever? Not a chance. You're the smart one, remember? Always have been, love." He wrapped his arms loosely around the other's neck and pressed a firm kiss against his lips. "You are really too good at flattering me." 

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"It was Castiels grace that was used in the spell." Samarah explained, sad "because of that, they blame him, even though his grace was stolen from him. And sadly, it seems many of the angels have forgotten that….I wish I could help somehow."

"There’s hardly anyone who can help I’m afraid. With Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, and Father all out of the picture. It’s chaos that no one has figured out how to control yet." 

"Um…I wouldn’t say that about Gabriel…." Samarah trailed off, not too sure how she would explain.

He looked at her with confusion. "What do you mean? Gabriel has died." 

"Is there somewhere my brother and I could rest for a while? Sorry, I’ve managed to get us a little lost," she replied. The man next to her lifted his gaze from where he’d been watching the sidewalk for obstacles and looked over Jophiel. "Is this the standard here?" he thought aloud before remembering she had said to let her do the talking if they needed anything.

Jo shook his head slightly, as if noticing the man for the first time. A deep crease formed in his head as he stared at the male next to the pink haired woman. "Yarashiel?" He questioned quietly, staring at the other angel. "Is that you?" 

"It was Castiels grace that was used in the spell." Samarah explained, sad "because of that, they blame him, even though his grace was stolen from him. And sadly, it seems many of the angels have forgotten that….I wish I could help somehow."

"There's hardly anyone who can help I'm afraid. With Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, and Father all out of the picture. It's chaos that no one has figured out how to control yet." 

"Oh, of course. I saw it with my own eyes…..and I think I heard some things, such as who’s organizing them….angel by the name of Bartholomew, I believe."

"Bartholomew is gathering them?" He asked quietly, a crease forming in his forehead. "I don’t like the sound of that." 

"Neither do I….from what I heard, he and others under him blame Castiel for what happened…." Samarah felt her hands clench into fists, she was becoming so angry "he’s in danger, but from what I’ve heard from the Winchesters, he’s safe for now."

"Castiel is not to blame." He replied with a concern and slightly angry tone. "How could he think that? Castiel is hardly more than a fledgling mentally at the moment, he's so wracked with grief of past deeds of his.  Why does he blame him? If anyone is to blame it is metatron, but even he we should show love to. That is always what father had taught us. Forgiveness and love." 

"Well, certainly you’ve heard of what happened? With the angels being cast from heaven? I myself wasn’t affected much. I spend most of my time here, but I fear there are some who will not be able to adjust well. Many have probably gotten into trouble already." 

"Oh, of course. I saw it with my own eyes…..and I think I heard some things, such as who’s organizing them….angel by the name of Bartholomew, I believe."

"Bartholomew is gathering them?" He asked quietly, a crease forming in his forehead. "I don't like the sound of that."