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Prayer: Cas can hear prayers from anywhere. Feel free to call on him anytime and he'll show up.

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[heraldingangel]

[ Sulfur-covered landscapes is all that his brother offers. Hell on Earth. Torment, torture, and brimstone sustained by the mere existence of hope. The insidious feeling burns within him giving him ground to stand on. It holds steady and firm until he starts making sense. Sam was fighting a losing battle. He told Jack as much not long ago. It's why he was here trying to get ahead of it. ]

You weren't trying to protect him.

[ His hand's fist at his sides, nails digging into his palm from the sheer act of holding back the tide of anger boiling inside him with no escape. If he lashed out, if he took a step against him, the delicate threads holding the dream together would snap, breaking the peace. ]

You're using him like you use everyone.

[ He grits out, wings trembling in agitation, needing to take flight him and drag him out. ]

You don't care if he suffers. You only care about yourself.

[endoftheverse]

Did you care if he suffered while the angels listened to his prayers for years and years — full of begging for help for his family? Were you protecting him, when you let him out of the panic room? Were you not using him, when you helped lead him to that convent in Ilchester?

[He steps close, daring Castiel to raise a hand in this sacred place — this dream where Lucifer could so easily pull any string he wanted. Where Castiel could so easily destroy the calm with his grace alone. He stands inches apart and smiles, and there's a cold, overpowering evil behind his eyes. This is the being that twisted human beings into unrecognizable demons. Who tainted humans to their core. The snake in Sam's field.]

All the while, you lied to Dean and Sam both. Pretended you had good intentions, and that Sam was wrong in everything he did — an abomination who would bring about an Apocalypse.

An apocalypse you all lied about wanting to stop. An apocalypse you all jumped for joy over. I came to Sam and offered him more than any of you ever did.

Stones in a glass house, little brother. Red in your ledger.

Explain to me where you have any room to stomp your feet at me?

[The air around Castiel grows thin; a pressure pushes on him from all around his dream form, pinning him with a gravity that comes from all sides of him. Like a butterfly pinned to a board. Lucifer has little power outside of dreams... but here? In his vessel's mind?

Castiel's practically put himself on a landmine by coming in.

... Brave. And stupid.

And sure, he's not strong enough to kill him in the realest sense. But he sure can expel him in a terribly painful way, whenever he's tired of this nonsense.]

[heraldingangel]

[ Reckless anger rises inside him, spurred on by the silver tongue of an angel who was cast out. It colors his world narrowing his focus to the single entity in front of him until Lucifer holds the dream world hostage forcing him to heel. He stills inside his vessel, anger burning behind blue eyes aware of his tactics. It's the same one demons used, no doubt gleaned from their creator. Slipping inside the head of mortal beings, jabbing at their flaws with insidious words laced with just enough truth to make them crumble.

Castiel wasn't perfect, no angel was. He'd faltered, made mistakes, but choosing humanity over the corruption of Heaven and Hell wasn't one of them. Lucifer could throw his mistakes in his face all he wanted but the fact remained, his failings weren't the issue here. What mattered to him, why he was here, was Sam and Dean. Jack, too. He would not be swayed and lose sight of that objective. Not by lies and malice brought forth by an unscrupulous being versed in misdirection. ]

I never used him. Sam or Dean.

[ Pushing back against the storm, he holds his ground, unflinching in the face of one who was once the best of them. ]

I followed orders until they stopped making sense. You went after a child. Used your demons to do your dirty work.

[ Gritting his teeth against the onslaught of power, his wings tremble, folding under the pressure, but still, he does not stop. ]

You forced him into a corner. Made it so he had no other choice but to accept you for a chance at fighting you. You aren't a savior, you're a beast.

[ Fighting Lucifer's power is a losing battle for any seraph evidence by the loss of control he experiences when his fingers start to quiver under the onslaught. ]

That's why you could never understand, I'm not here for me. I'm here for them. I don't care what you do to me. So long as it stops you from hurting them, I'm willing to sacrifice everything.

cw: violence, gore

[endoftheverse]

[His expression darkens when he's likened to a beast. As if everything else spoken has been fair game — but words like beast? Monster? Abomination? Oh, he's heard every synonym in the book from his family. His lips twist into a sneer, and the cold seeps further into the scenery, turning grass brown and wilting yellow poppies into husks.]

Oh, so noble. So graceful, O Rebellious Angel.

[He claps — and which each clap, thunder and lightning rumble, flash in tune with the sound of palm striking palm. In the distance, Sam and Jessica look up with uneasiness as the blue sky slowly grays and whirls with the beginnings of a stormy sky.]

You're right, though. I'm a beast, aren't I? Some serpent in the garden, some boogieman old bitties holler about in Sunday School. If I'm a beast to you, then I'll just have to be a beast in your presence, won't I?

[He holds up his hand, fingers prepared to snap.

Castiel probably remembers that gestures unpleasantly. There's no graveyard here, though, and when he snaps those fingers —

Castiel is unharmed.

Pinned still, but unharmed.

But Jessica suddenly bursts into an explosion of blood and bone and innards, the young Sam sprayed with what's left of her; he stands on the hill in shock for a moment, and his hands shake before it all catches up, and he begins screaming in horror. Jessica's strangled name rings out, but Lucifer's eyes are locked on Castiel as Sam sobs and collapses in his girlfriend's remains.]

Look what you made me do.

How could you, Castiel?