“Did you miss the ‘demons aren’t welcome’ sign?.”

Heavy sarcasm pours from her tongue as her arms crossed over her chest. She’s not making that mistake twice. It was one thing to have once worked with Ruby. That was a different time, and Anael was a different angel back, then. Many of them were . But one would say she did it simply to adapt, to be smarter, than her siblings. 

But that’s all history now. For as many as she would welcome she kept a closed door policy to the likes his kind. No more business, no more tango for two. She was still an angel of the lord by the end of the day. Her desire to remain close to Heaven ruled over, so much of who she was. Even though her ambition screamed, screamed for freedom and for the things she was denied due to her status. But here she was somebody, she held importance. Well, least to those who sought her out.

            ˜”*°•.     Heaven  and angels  all  wearing the  face  of  arrogance. Posh  little  wingeds thinking  they  were superior  by  virtue of  their  birth. The  great  God’s children.  Oh  how many  jokes  had been  invented  in hell,  how  many times  had  they gossiped  them,  pretended to  be  them just  to  laugh. The  oh  so elegant  birds  acting like  they  were the  only  purity in  a  world of  plague  -- but  then,  really, were  they  really that  special  ?  --.  

      “Nothing because you’re not gonna touch or say anything. This is a one time offer, alright?” Sam was half-tempted to just send her on her way, but Rowena was a far better ally than Crowley and it’d be safer to not make an enemy of her. And maybe some other part of him, although he would never admit it, had grown to appreciate all she had done for them. “And I’m still working on .  .  . a plan, but remember. You came to me, so what I say — goes.”

@ascnsion​​ said:  ℌ𝔬𝔴 𝔡𝔦𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔤𝔢𝔱 𝔦𝔫 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢?

             ˜”*°•.     ❝ Through the  door  ? ❞  Words  of  a casual  manner  escaped the  demon’s  lips -- though,  a  glimpse of  surprise  was still  evident  on his  face  --.  Unexpected  and very  unpleasant  --  the  downsides of  common  places //  or  of  specific  people visiting  them  at  all  --.  The notorious  torturer of  hell,  another grand  name  to  echo  across the  corridors  of hell.  As  if they  didn’t  haven’t plenty  of  them  already.

                            ❝ Yeah  yeah, in  fact  I  was  asked to  get  something from  here. ❞  Emphasis  breaking through  the  almost silence  --  gaze  scrutinizing the other  //  taking in  whatever  little detail  might  appear as  useful  in  the future --.  For  this was  how  one  held  a  proper  place in  hell  -- most  demons  nothing more  than  foot soldiers,  happy  with their  lot  // yet,  secrets,  gossipy, brains  helping   one thrive,  easily  and certainly  --.

a dangerous question to ask .  one that would certainly counteract his own argument against her .  his lips pursed together tightly , catching himself hesitating to answer right away .  a moment passed before he accepted the fact that there was no point in lying about it .  she would know , after all , if he tried to pretend .  and , he didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of silence    —    he didn’t want to admit that he was wrong , when he so desperately believed that he was on the right side . 

‘  no . ’       he blinked once as he admitted out loud .  it didn’t require much thought , as the answer had been set in stone even when it seemed like it wasn’t .        ‘ i wouldn’t kill my brother for the sake of the world .  i’d much rather watch it burn . ’       he elaborated with a light shrug , though he knew the consequences of that answer .  he should feel ashamed for ever going up against everything his life stood for , but admitting something so absolute to a creature like her wasn’t as difficult as it would be with anyone else  —   with anyone that possessed human qualities .   mainly because she couldn’t judge him for something that she shouldn’t know the first thing about .       

‘  but that doesn’t matter . ’     he clarified , as the only reason he had the courage to admit the truth out loud to her was because he deemed it irrelevant to the conversation .      ‘   you’re not human  —    and neither is chuck .  and you two don’t get the first thing about being human , and you never will .  ’

             ˜”*°•.    Maybe this  was  the reason,  she’d  admired him  in  the first  place.  However dark,  however  dangerous, however  ominous  and uncertain  did  the future  unravel,  he would  fight.  However powerful,  however  capable, however  strong  did the  enemy  appear, he  would  attack. And  yet,  his  response  proved her  point,  revealed the  irony  of the  situation,  the bitter  truth:  it was  sides   that they  were  fighting, different  battlefields,  with different  reasons,  different excuses  and  aspirations --  all  aiming at  death,  all seeking  destruction  --. She  was  the ploy,  the  weapon  -- an  object  --, a  benefit.  And  for  that and  only,  she couldn’t  help  them.  Not  Dean, not  Chuck.  Really. What  was  the difference  between  the  two? The amount  of  power they  could  use?  Or  the names?  For  something about  Dean  had changed:  this  little something  that’d  once  impressed  her, now  ceasing  to  exist.

❝ I am  not  forced to  be  here, I  hope  you realise  that. ❞ And  yet,  he spoke  words  as if  her  mind couldn’t  be  changed. He   demeaned,  degraded them  as  if she  couldn’t  choose her   brother.  It was  the  truth that  she  had asked  for,  though, and  he’d  given  her  just that  --  even if  accompanied  by words  of  childishness //  words  meant to  convince  none but  him  --.  ❝ But I  do  appreciate the  honesty  and I  wouldn’t  let this  world  burn. Not  for  you. Not  for  him. ❞ But  she  wouldn’t kill  them  either: for  however  damaging could  the  existence of  both  sides be,  they  had the  right  to exist.  However  stubborn did  the  two men  appear,  they  had  the right  to  live.  

      “I’m not killing anybody.” It was spoken matter of factly, arms folding across his chest as Sam held her gaze. “I’ll just get you to the bunker and however they’re following you — they shouldn’t be able to find you there. It blocks off any magic from the outside.” And then he would find a way to handle an entire coven or hopefully they woud just leave and seek their vengeance another time (somewhere far away from Kansas). “And Dean isn’t .  .  . here and he’s not gonna find out about this, got it?”

❛   i   remember   that   night  .   i   just   might   REGRET   THAT   NIGHT   for   the   rest   of   my   days  .   this   is   not   a   game  .  ❜  

Eating people? What was the guy…demon talking about? John had never once said or even believed that demons ate people. Possession yes, but not cannibalism. His mind had never considered the possibility, so there was no reason for it to go there. Cannibalism was the sort of things you heard of in strange stories, or from crazed civilisations in the middle of nowhere. Did other people really expect demons to eat people? Or had this demon in particular been approaching fanatical people?

❝ Not my thing either, and I know possession is more a demon’s thing anyway. ❞ John replied stiffly.  ❝ So if you think you’re gonna take me over, you’re gonna be disappointed. I’m a man of God, you’d burn alive if you tried. ❞ Why had the demon even come? Did he truly think John was so easily swayed? Did he think John’s faith was weak?  ❝ I want to do God’s work, an’ that’s what I’ve been doing. ❞ He was removing the streets of sinners, punishing them for their crimes against God, and once they’d repented, he granted them a merciful death. What else could John want?  ❝ I live humbly. I can’t imagine a creature like yourself would understand that. ❞

      ˜”*°•.    Behind  profane  voices did  the  faithful lurk  --  their souls  condemned  to hell,  their  bodies chained  already  --.  Their  spirits twisted  by  a polluted  faith  -- for  wasn’t  this the  plan?  Cause  obsessions and  a  heated conflict  //  life and  death  serving a  downfall  --.  ❝ No  no. I  like  this body  actually.  You know,  very  young, comes  with  kind of  a  nice clothing  as  well. ❞  Words  were tossed  out  cavalierly. No.  Possessing  people was  far  from his  aspirations  --  demonic  stereotypical  behaviors  meant for  the  inferiors, tedious  tasks  shouldered by  the  insignificant   --.  

hope could only do so much .  doubt fought tirelessly against everything he had been fighting for  —  HOPE .  he did expect the repercussions , but a part of him was also naive enough to believe that he would get away with lying to the darkness herself .  he had fought every instinct in his head to control his thoughts , to make sure that she would only hear whatever he wanted her to hear in his head .  yet , he failed , regardless   —    for he is but human . 

maybe she shouldn’t have lied to her , but he knew what the answer was going to be if he told her the truth .  she never would have agreed  —  she barely did even with his filtered truth .  the only time he regretted it truly was the moment she found out .  he had learned to live with his bad decisions , and his conscience would have been able to handle it and get over it eventually , had it been the case that he successfully tricked her into stopping her own brother . 

freckled features wrinkled into a frown as her words induced fear and anxiety in him .           ‘   —  well , chuck didn’t exactly leave us with better options .  ’     dean retorted , as he stood tall before the celestial , yet at the same time , felt so significantly small in comparison .  and in his fear , he retaliated with self - defence , reminding her that his twisted , ill - conceived plan was BORN OF UTTER DESPERATION .  

      ˜”*°•.    His  tone  assumed a  certain  asperity --  or  was it  hesitancy,  fear dressed  in  emotions of  control  ?  --.  His  reputation never  weathering,  troubled  spirits  shifting  their  load, the  Winchesters  always sacrificing  for  each other,  fighting  every war,  every  battle, every  enemy  just to  save  their family.  It’d  always been  this  way --  for  even during  their  first encounters,  his  motives had  been  controlled by  this…  care --.   The  desire to,  despite  the nature  of  the rival,  the  triviality of  the  chances, save  his  people.

                      ❝ I  want  to ask  you  something, Dean.  And…  your honest  response  will, in  fact,  let both  of  us see  clearer. ❞  Emotions  of the  most  colliding of  natures,  feelings impossible  to  banish. And  then,  reason, undeniable  facts  flashing and  burning  brighter than  the  greater of  stars  and  more  lethal than  countless  of bullets.

       “We’re not friends and we’re not going to be either.” Sam’s tone left no room for argument, he’d been trusting of too many demons and stabbed one too many times in the back to even give Belphegor the chance. He was helping for the sake of survival, he didn’t care about them, and Sam refused to be fooled. “Don’t mistake trust with like, alright?” And trust was a strong word. “We’re helping each other and nothing more.”

“You’d be suprised how often i hear that in a week , Mate.” He shrugged and then took another sip of his drink. “ So..what is it you really want to say with it…you know do you actually mean it or are you taking the piss?”

      “.  .  . You pissed off an entire coven? How the hell did you manage to do that?” Sam paused. It was a stupid question and one he could imagine the answer too fairly easily. Rowena was never one to play clean with them so the same could likely be assumed for everyone else as well, witches especially. “Actually, never mind, Where are they now?”

Sam didn’t want to snap at the demon, the situation wasn’t good and the plan had it’s HUGE inconvenience, which, of course Belphegor wouldn’t find them an obstacle. So instead he glared at him as if he could just kill by looking at him “ you volunteer for it then? “ he tried to speak as calm as he could.

          But  lies, as  common  as breathing,  would  swirl around,  echo  from every  corner,  escape from  every  lip.   Lies were  her  brother’s promises  for  a fresh  start.  And  so  were the  Winchesters’  suggestions for  a  peaceful solution.  Old  happy hours  having  long folded  their  wings --  the  delusion serenity  could  be established  finally  dropping its   mask  //  alluring  vaneer torn  apart,  impossible to  fool  her  --.  

❝  I  changed my  mind.  ❞ Calmness  accompanied  the celestial’s  words  -- for  nothing  but serenity  had  she wished  for  --.   The nature,  the  beauty, the  people,  all magical,  all  adored and  admired  -- all  under  her protection  //  yet,  with  terms  of  her own  creation,  not of  hunters’,  not  of  gods  --. And for  that  had she  approached  Dean alone  --.  To announce  her  one and  final  decision --  for  however deeply  had  she  adored  him, this  world  was  still  more important  --  ❝  I  know  that  you lied  to  me.  And…  I  know  that  Chuck  lied   as well.  Which  is why  I  will be  helping  none of  you. ❝  But it  didn’t  mean, she  wouldn’t  be  helping  the world.  ❝   At  least, not  in  this way.  Not  by using  cruelty  to stop  cruelty.  Death  to  end  death. ❞  

         ❝ You  still  care for  him. ❞   A  statement,  a  bitter  truth. The  fallen,  the banished,  the  abandoned still  following   him.  GOD.  The powerful,  the  flawless, the  divine.  He could  punish,  he could  hurt,  he  could end,  he  could start  --  and all  without  a  consequence  //  everyone  still  adoring  him --.  ❝ Somehow.  Despite everything  he’s  done…❞   Jealousy fierce as  the  fires, condemning  the  archangel into  a  lifetime of  anger.  They were  similar,  their stories  sharing  the same  bitterness,  the same  fault  --  And  yet, they  were  standing on  opposite  sides.  Fighting against  each  other for  the  sake of   his   love. His  attention.  His  acceptance.

❝ I  care  for him  as  well. ❞  But like  a  glimmering star  beaming,  shining alone  in  the darkest  of  skies, this  care  was simply  too…  vulnerable.   ❝ But  you  must know  that  already. Or  else,  you  wouldn’t  be  here. ❞