#snappingnecks

           ‘ yes, i am very much aware of who you are, seeing as you are not exactly inconspicuous and i am not stupid, so allow me to inform you as to how this conversation will proceed: you will say something, anything you like, and then i will ignore you, until you skulk back to where ever it is from whence you came, and my work will resume as peacefully as ever. i would ask for your thoughts, but it seems as though i do not, ah, what is the phrase...give a damn. you should feel very lucky, however. this is perhaps the most i’ve spoken in millennia and you are one of the first to hear it. ’

The bar felt almost suffocating, the walls straining to contain the two cosmic beings seated within.

It wasn’t. The humans felt nothing. Noticed nothing. Save for the bartender, who had eyed the two men seated alone and chocked them up to be family, or business partners. There wasn’t much in between that could manifest the pure anger and tension radiating from the brunette’s body.

But, until someone started throwing punches, it wasn’t his business. 

Across the bar, Castiel was almost shaking. The stoic light blue of the Seraph’s Grace flickered within his irises, every atom of his essence screaming for him to release the blade concealed in his sleeve and plunge it into Lucifer’s throat. Now, now, while his power was diminished. They would never again have this chance. 

But he didn’t. For the one being in the universe that still loved this corrupted thing, Castiel stayed his hand. And the pounding in his ears had ebbed enough to realize he was being spoken to.

      “... What do you want me to say?”

His voice is muted exasperation dragged over gravel. The Grace in his irises finally vanishes as the Seraph forced himself to speak.

      “I’m not refusing because you killed me. You weren’t the first and likely won’t be the last. Whatever is left of me after six resurrections is more than willing to fight. I’m not refusing on moral grounds alone, but I’m not so naive as to believe corrupting Jack isn’t your cardinal intention.”

Castiel leaned closer to the brother who, on any other day, could have destroyed him on a molecular level. Never again would he have a chance to speak freely to the source of his pain of six long years.

      “You don’t even know this boy. You only know what he is capable of. What he can do for you. But we both know Jack wasn’t your first child. You raised another. For billions of years. And that bond ended in blood. Lucifer, you had a son. And I had a father. His name was Gabriel.”

Some dim voice of self-preservation knew he was likely inches from death. But it wasn’t loud enough.

 “you disgust me. with your power to go to and fro you stay here? if i could step foot off of this property i would this very second. why cage one’s greatness? i’ve never been one to like chains.”

Sam pulled his mom back just in time. The tear closed on him, and Lucifer. He was in the other dimension. Mary’s and Dean’s cries echoed in his head. His name was the last thing he heard from his family. Sam turned to look at the fate he was dealt, yet again. Lucifer’s crooked smile made him furrow his eyebrows.