God Forgive Me

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He shrugged casually “Maybe It is my problem. Doesn’t mean I’ll fix it. Shit happens and life goes on. I do fight back when I have too. Most people have an bone to pick with me. It comes with the gig. Not surprisingly.”

          as a smirk carved upon darkened lips, a harsh chuckle escaped from the large captain.       “Alright, alright. I get it, bastard.”           the bastard even decided to explain how it was a common occurrence and how he was only being logical about it. his behavior reminded him of his right hand man, killer– the massacre soldier. he was always the voice of reason, the calmer one.

          another chuckle parted from kid, abrupt and loud, startling passersby.       “Potty mouth? Can’t believe there’s a bastard alive that even uses that. I’ve always talked like this since I could remember.”           kids grew up pretty fast when they roamed around the streets, homeless. he couldn’t even remember the faces of his parents.

He crossed his arms over his chest as he listened to him talk though it was kind of hard not to listen when every other word was some curse word. He chuckled as well though he didn’t really understood what was so funny. “My name is not bastard, by the way. It’s Sam.” He corrected him.

He shrugged casually “Would cursing like an sailor be an better alternative then? Then there’s still hope to clean out your mouth.” It wasn’t like he had an problem with it. Dean cursed like an sailor all the time though he was sure it would be better to speak with an filter, for the sake of everybody’s ears.

He nodded. “Well, for me. A while is about six or seven months staying in here. It isn’t too bad. There’s never an dull moment.” He gestured towards their surroundings. He waited  for her to gather her bearings before touching her shoulder comfortingly. He could imagine how overwhelming this must’ve been for her. “A home away from home.” He answered honestly “But to others, it could be like hell.” Not that they would know what hell is like.

“It seems you’ve been here for quite a while!” A simple observation but there was a question on her mind she couldn’t ignore. “Sam… I do have one question.” She glanced up at him. Well, he said she could ask, so… “What of your loved ones back home. Do they know you’re here?”

He hummed in thought “Good point. I can imagine what some of their worlds is like. Having to fight to survive and the like, supernatural beings.”

Was this guy actually looking for an reason to fight? He was sorry to disappoint but he would have no such luck with him.

          this probably was no different. 

     "Maybe that’s your problem. That you don’t fight back and because of that fights go to you.“           the captain was less infuriated now, but still annoyed, not like before. once he simmers down, he’s able to have a civilized conversations. for how long? well, that all depends on what the bastard would say next. he did have the tendency to blow back up again after something trivial. all due to being short-tempered. 

He shrugged casually “Maybe It is my problem. Doesn’t mean I’ll fix it. Shit happens and life goes on. I do fight back when I have too. Most people have an bone to pick with me. It comes with the gig. Not surprisingly.”

He tilted his head “Never? first time for everything, right? The train comes every 30 minutes, so you should have the chance to catch it if you want.” He left her be with her train of thought.

He noted just how small her hand was, compared to his own calloused one. everything about her gave off this motherly feeling but perhaps, he was reading too much into it. He carefully shook her hand before releasing, stuffing his hands in his coat pockets.

He nodded. He felt bad that she was here instead of her home. “Well, Welcome to Hive City. You can ask me anything, I’ve been here awhile.” He smiled reassuringly at her “Same here.”

“Oh, you’ve been here a while?” She repeated, a questioning tone lacing her voice. “How long is a while?” She took her hand back and tucked her silvery hair behind her ear as she glanced around. “What kind of place is this?” She asked. “The city as a whole, I mean. I…” She paused for a moment, her expression turning slightly more serious. “There’s something strange about this place and I can’t quite work out what it is.” The fact she had woken up in a strange lab with a man on a screen was indication enough but she still wasn’t fully understanding of her situation. Reluctantly, she had to admit to herself that she felt very unsettled. Especially as she was here alone. However, Sam seemed trustworthy enough so even if Saber wasn’t here… maybe she’d be alright. 

He nodded. “Well, for me. A while is about six or seven months staying in here. It isn’t too bad. There’s never an dull moment.” He gestured towards their surroundings. He waited  for her to gather her bearings before touching her shoulder comfortingly. He could imagine how overwhelming this must’ve been for her. “A home away from home.” He answered honestly “But to others, it could be like hell.” Not that they would know what hell is like.

He licked his lips in thought. What if John had a point? Being in the life always ended in some grizzly ways. Dying young or growing just old enough to die in the line of work. There was no escape from it.

The angels held little regard to what would’ve happened to the earth during the apocalypse but he stopped that, didn’t he?

He took in an deep breath before finding the courage to speak. “Saving people, hunting things. It’s the family business. If nobody else hunts the things that goes bump in the night. Who will? I didn’t want this life anymore then you do. But you have to suck it up and accept responsibility. So No, I don’t think you really know.”

He sighed. He didn’t blame Gabriel but the way he handled the situation wasn’t exactly helpful either. “I think you got Lucifer and Gabriel mixed up. While he shouldn’t have run away to earth and becoming an entirely new entity during the fighting. What more can you do while the people you love fight? You’re about half right though. It’s an sad reality. I really though Angels cared about us. We;re the sheep and they’re the shepherds, right? I think what went wrong was when God went AWOL and Heaven became an mess. They are pricks but you know what? My one true friend is an Angel and he hasn’t let me down yet.”

He raised an brow. “You made deals with the devil?” He heard of crossroad demons but making deals with the actual devil? How odd. He snorted “I’m not one to trust him either. What did you do to pay him back?” Should he out-right tell him? He was sure the man would find out one way or another. So no keeping secrets from him.

Manny was his friend too – but all angels ended up hurting humans, it was just in their nature. He returned a reply in the form of a sceptical glance. 

“What did I do to pay ‘im back? Gave ‘im part of me soul. He’s got me, when I die I can’t go to ‘eaven, if I had a bloomin’ chance in the first place. But he thought that what I ‘ate the most is being ‘ere… So– he kept me in this hell because when I was down below I took the piss. I’m cursed, mate.”

He sat up as well, mostly to straighten up from slouching over for so long but just to study the man. They were so alike but yet  had different experiences.  Unfortunately, not everybody was an open book but they gotten this far, right? He watched the wafting smoke, glad for the smoke not being blown in his general direction. Though the skull was questionable, he said nothing about that.

He raised an brow “A bet? Of when the earth is supposedly having an countdown to self-destructing? There’s enough doomsday sayers as is. I have faith in humanity and while we may not like our jobs, we delay it long enough for people to see the light at the end of the tunnel.” He wasn’t one to preach to the choir but this was he truly felt.

He knew Castiel had done some things based of off orders, neither of them were innocent but he had found an friend in him. He still had faith in him and maybe that was his downfall. Cas couldn’t even hurt a fly let alone an human

He winced at his explanation “That’s one hell of an price tag but at least you’re not walking around soulless. You just have an missing piece.” He joked. He had seen heaven, total accident but it wasn’t somewhere he would want to go until it was time but even then, he wasn’t sure if he had a place there as well.  He waved off his skeptic glance “You’re not missing much. Heaven, you know. It isn’t what you think it is. I saw it, once. Total accident. Did you know that everybody has their own little piece of heaven? But Hell isn’t much better either. Brimstone and torture 24/7.” He chuckled. Damn, now he was craving an smoke as well even if he wasn’t much an smoker himself but it was something to busy his mouth with. He just settled on an toothpick, chewing on it.

He gave him an skeptical look of his own “Do you hate being here?  Earth, I mean.” Though he could’ve also been hinting at something else. He laughed. John was certainly something else. “You don’t know cursed until you have an demon blood addiction.”

He shook his head “I’m far from pure and I know that. Nothing can wash away my sins. I believe me, being an meat puppet for an angel is not an honor.” He nodded “You got that right. but I’ll never forget the bloody sight of my own brother’s face being mashed to bits by my own fists.” He shuddered but he did beat him in the end, so that’s what counted.

He knew staring was rude but he still did it anyways. Mostly when he was thinking and staring out into space, sometimes out of fascination to watch the world go by him. He knew it was common sense to know that most people didn’t appreciate being stared at. So when he was caught doing so, he was quick with an apology.

          well, that definitely was not the reaction he was expecting. usually his terrible mannerisms managed to set people off, which usually broke out into a verbal fight before quickly skipping to him beating the dumbass to a bloody pulp. yet, here was this stupid looking bastard, smiling at him and actually apologizing for calling him out on the whole staring too long issue. he wasn’t sure if he should be more angry at the bastard being docile and easygoing or the fact that the bastard didn’t yell back at him. 

          the uncertainty did manage to put him further into a sour mood, which caused the bulky captain to click his tongue. 

Was this guy actually looking for an reason to fight? He was sorry to disappoint but he would have no such luck with him.

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He moved over to her side to read the tiny slip of paper. He nodded “Yup. Not very far. It’s about an 30 minute train or car ride there.” He waved her off “It’s no problem. Take all the time you need. We’re in no big hurry, right?” He smiled gently at her as he held out his hand towards her. “You must be new here then.” Funny how once Illya showed him the ropes, now it was his turn.

“Oh, I’ve never taken the train before… I do like to drive, though. I wonder if I can get a car here…” She trailed off, a hand placed to her chin in thought. That would make things much easier, especially if she got lost more than once. However, that was a worry for another day… right now, her priority was finding this sector two. Luckily, the stranger had provided her with positive information. “I’m glad I’m not too far away!” She added with a smile. Her own gloved hand clasped his in a gentle hand shake before releasing it as she nodded at his question. “I arrived here just a little while ago. Needless to say I’m still very much confused by this place. I—” She stopped short. She wouldn’t go into too much detail just yet. She didn’t even know him! “I’m not used to large cities.” That should suffice and besides, it wasn’t exactly a lie. 

He tilted his head “Never? first time for everything, right? The train comes every 30 minutes, so you should have the chance to catch it if you want.” He left her be with her train of thought.

He noted just how small her hand was, compared to his own calloused one. everything about her gave off this motherly feeling but perhaps, he was reading too much into it. He carefully shook her hand before releasing, stuffing his hands in his coat pockets.

He nodded. He felt bad that she was here instead of her home. “Well, Welcome to Hive City. You can ask me anything, I’ve been here awhile.” He smiled reassuringly at her “Same here.”

He hummed as he stood on an crosswalk, waiting for the light to change. Across the street was an bookstore and it had his name on it. Just as the light had chaned and him getting ready to cross it, he felt an small tap on his shoulder. Curious to know who could’ve approached him, he turned to face the stranger only to swallow an lump in his throat. He had to take an double take. This was no coincidence that this woman had an similar  appearance to Illya but he really had his doubts.

He moved over to her side to read the tiny slip of paper. He nodded “Yup. Not very far. It’s about an 30 minute train or car ride there.” He waved her off “It’s no problem. Take all the time you need. We’re in no big hurry, right?” He smiled gently at her as he held out his hand towards her. “You must be new here then.” Funny how once Illya showed him the ropes, now it was his turn.

The city was incredibly overwhelming. For someone like Irisviel, who had very little experience with the outside world, curiosity was a given. However, having been thrust into this strange world, perhaps she found herself a little too stunned with how… advanced this place seemed to be. With a map in hand and her housing information tucked away safe in her coat pocket, she remained motionless on the sidewalk, ruby hues scanning her surroundings for a friendly face. And so, having spotted a man up ahead, she turned on her heel and briskly hurried toward him, extending a hand to tap his shoulder in order to gain his attention. “Excuse me!” She called, a soft smile upon her face in the hopes that he would be of assistance. “Please, I wonder if you can help me. I find myself a little lost… this place is incredibly confusing; can you tell me what… sector this is?”

He hummed as he stood on an crosswalk, waiting for the light to change. Across the street was an bookstore and it had his name on it. Just as the light had chaned and him getting ready to cross it, he felt an small tap on his shoulder. Curious to know who could’ve approached him, he turned to face the stranger only to swallow an lump in his throat. He had to take an double take. This was no coincidence that this woman had an similar  appearance to Illya but he really had his doubts.

          why the hell was this bastard staring at him in confusion for so damn long? he didn’t appreciate being stared at, especially for this long. 

He knew staring was rude but he still did it anyways. Mostly when he was thinking and staring out into space, sometimes out of fascination to watch the world go by him. He knew it was common sense to know that most people didn’t appreciate being stared at. So when he was caught doing so, he was quick with an apology.