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toomuchheart) wrote2011-04-16 12:31 am
toomuchheart) wrote2011-04-16 12:31 am
the muses stage } { African proverb
“Don't look where you fall, but where you slipped.”
She wasn’t wrong. Castiel was the one who threw out the book.
He broke fate.
Castiel didn’t have the good fortune of being human. He didn’t see the lines the same way they did. He wasn’t that powerless and forced to accept the roles that Fate had chosen for them. The Moirae, the three beings you were never supposed to touch or interfere with, and Castiel had hit them with the equivalent of an atomic bomb. He had taken the power of the Father into his own hands, designated himself the creator, the omnipotent and omniscient. That kind of arrogance was not meant to go unpunished, and for the most part, he knew he wouldn’t be. But if for that moment, that temporary moment Castiel felt the power coursing through him, the power of the souls, that raw, unharnessed energy that came with having fifty thousand more souls on the playing field. This was a war after all, and whatever gave them the advantage was the action they were supposed to take.
He wished he could say that he believed that, but he knew that it was a lie.
This was war, but there are some lines you shouldn’t be allowed to cross.
Atropos used to be his friend. Castiel also used to be an angel that stood for more than simple conquest and victory, but time changes all things, and the world shapes everything on it more than anyone would ever care to admit. He started this war because a human, one human, convinced him that they could be more than what Fate had decided for them. That destiny was just an excuse and it was the choices that mattered in the end. That Dean knew that he had the right to choose what he did with his life, that he could choose what role he played in the grand scheme of things. Castiel chose to go against Heaven. He chose to fight for Dean and Sam’s right to reject the roles they were assigned, and he would even go so far as to say he fought for his own right to follow his instincts, and in turn he was rewarded. He was brought back not once, but twice, and he believed that it was for a reason.
He had hoped for a reason beyond inciting civil war, but beggars couldn’t be choosers, and people, all people regardless of species, needed to deal with the consequences of their actions. Castiel had a war to stop, but going up against the legions of the archangels was not an easy thing. He was looking for every advantage he could get, trying to find the one key that would assure him victory over all else, and so far, he wasn’t finding it. It wasn’t until Balthazar pointed it out that they knew where they could get more souls. All it would take was one event, one change, one tiny little tweak in the fabric of fate and they would have more power than they could have ever dreamed of. They just needed to pick the right moment to generate the right amount of souls.
In the end, Death wasn’t wrong. It always came down to the souls.
He needed to pick the right event. There were great battles over the course of history, great losses that could have been prevented by angelic intervention, but they also needed to preserve the chain of events. Sam and Dean still needed to be the brothers chosen for the Apocalypse. Their lives still needed to be relatively the same, albeit a few tweaks—Dean’s car, Ellen and Jo’s lives. There was a small part of him that was selfish in that respect. He could see the things he’d changed, the lives he saved, and this world was a good place. This place didn’t leave the brothers quite as broken as he had seen them be.
But this was a world that wasn’t meant to be. Castiel knew it the moment Atropos came into play, and while he knew her, better than he would care to admit, he knew that she would stop at nothing to put the world back the way things were supposed to be. Castiel had taken away her purpose, and he had returned it again in one fell swoop, but not the way that she wanted it. That much was made impeccably clear, as were the threats to Sam and Dean’s lives. She wouldn’t be doing anything wrong if she took them, and he knew it. They weren’t supposed to be alive, anyway.
The truth of it all was, none of them were.
In the end, things went back to the way they were. The pieces of the world that were altered were returned, and in the end, Castiel wasn’t entirely sure if the world was better or worse for it. More people were dead, but the balance was restored. That was the important thing. When his role in the proceedings was asked, he lied, but even that tiny little lie was heavy on his shoulders. It wouldn’t be his last regrettable decision to make. But angels saw victory before all else, put the conquest before all else, and in the end, what Sam and Dean didn’t know weren’t going to hurt them, or at least that was what he hoped.
Unfortunately for Castiel, hope was still in a rather small commodity.
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She wasn’t wrong. Castiel was the one who threw out the book.
He broke fate.
Castiel didn’t have the good fortune of being human. He didn’t see the lines the same way they did. He wasn’t that powerless and forced to accept the roles that Fate had chosen for them. The Moirae, the three beings you were never supposed to touch or interfere with, and Castiel had hit them with the equivalent of an atomic bomb. He had taken the power of the Father into his own hands, designated himself the creator, the omnipotent and omniscient. That kind of arrogance was not meant to go unpunished, and for the most part, he knew he wouldn’t be. But if for that moment, that temporary moment Castiel felt the power coursing through him, the power of the souls, that raw, unharnessed energy that came with having fifty thousand more souls on the playing field. This was a war after all, and whatever gave them the advantage was the action they were supposed to take.
He wished he could say that he believed that, but he knew that it was a lie.
This was war, but there are some lines you shouldn’t be allowed to cross.
Atropos used to be his friend. Castiel also used to be an angel that stood for more than simple conquest and victory, but time changes all things, and the world shapes everything on it more than anyone would ever care to admit. He started this war because a human, one human, convinced him that they could be more than what Fate had decided for them. That destiny was just an excuse and it was the choices that mattered in the end. That Dean knew that he had the right to choose what he did with his life, that he could choose what role he played in the grand scheme of things. Castiel chose to go against Heaven. He chose to fight for Dean and Sam’s right to reject the roles they were assigned, and he would even go so far as to say he fought for his own right to follow his instincts, and in turn he was rewarded. He was brought back not once, but twice, and he believed that it was for a reason.
He had hoped for a reason beyond inciting civil war, but beggars couldn’t be choosers, and people, all people regardless of species, needed to deal with the consequences of their actions. Castiel had a war to stop, but going up against the legions of the archangels was not an easy thing. He was looking for every advantage he could get, trying to find the one key that would assure him victory over all else, and so far, he wasn’t finding it. It wasn’t until Balthazar pointed it out that they knew where they could get more souls. All it would take was one event, one change, one tiny little tweak in the fabric of fate and they would have more power than they could have ever dreamed of. They just needed to pick the right moment to generate the right amount of souls.
In the end, Death wasn’t wrong. It always came down to the souls.
He needed to pick the right event. There were great battles over the course of history, great losses that could have been prevented by angelic intervention, but they also needed to preserve the chain of events. Sam and Dean still needed to be the brothers chosen for the Apocalypse. Their lives still needed to be relatively the same, albeit a few tweaks—Dean’s car, Ellen and Jo’s lives. There was a small part of him that was selfish in that respect. He could see the things he’d changed, the lives he saved, and this world was a good place. This place didn’t leave the brothers quite as broken as he had seen them be.
But this was a world that wasn’t meant to be. Castiel knew it the moment Atropos came into play, and while he knew her, better than he would care to admit, he knew that she would stop at nothing to put the world back the way things were supposed to be. Castiel had taken away her purpose, and he had returned it again in one fell swoop, but not the way that she wanted it. That much was made impeccably clear, as were the threats to Sam and Dean’s lives. She wouldn’t be doing anything wrong if she took them, and he knew it. They weren’t supposed to be alive, anyway.
The truth of it all was, none of them were.
In the end, things went back to the way they were. The pieces of the world that were altered were returned, and in the end, Castiel wasn’t entirely sure if the world was better or worse for it. More people were dead, but the balance was restored. That was the important thing. When his role in the proceedings was asked, he lied, but even that tiny little lie was heavy on his shoulders. It wouldn’t be his last regrettable decision to make. But angels saw victory before all else, put the conquest before all else, and in the end, what Sam and Dean didn’t know weren’t going to hurt them, or at least that was what he hoped.
Unfortunately for Castiel, hope was still in a rather small commodity.
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