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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2009-06-05 02:32 pm
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Anna - Landmines
Time -- for something other than Twitter? And I seriously don't know where the hell this came from, considering that I wasn't the biggest fan of Anna in the world, but I actually kind of like how it came out.
Fandom: Supernatural
Title: Landmines
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG
Characters: Anna Milton, Castiel, Uriel
Content Warning: Spoilers through 410: Heaven and Hell.
Summary: It had been a long war between Heaven and Hell, all for the balance of the human soul, for who would have the greater army for the time when the Apocalypse would finally come.
Author’s Note: Written for the Lyrics Meme over at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
monthlymeme. Don’t write Anna often, so forgive me if my characterization is iffy. Also, this is set around 410, right after she got her grace back.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Supernatural. They’re owned by Kripke and the CW.
Angelic politics were like treading in a room of landmines. Much like human politics, everyone had an agenda, and it wasn’t always clear which was the right one. Whoever held the power held the reins and whoever held the reins held the fate of the middle race in their fingers. It had been a long war between Heaven and Hell, all for the balance of the human soul, for who would have the greater army for the time when the Apocalypse would finally come.
It wasn’t there yet, but—it was getting there. It was getting there and Anna didn’t know why Heaven wasn’t lifting more of a damn finger to stop it. Something was wrong, so wrong. Even know that she was an angel again, and could sense the presence of the Father, she couldn’t and it ached. It ached so much worse than it had when she was human. She wasn’t sure if it was a side effect of the fact that she had been human for so long, or the fact that God really was gone, but she didn’t like it, either way. Angels hadn’t been given free will, couldn’t choose to ignore the lack of God’s presence in their lives, and the lack of that presence, even inside Heaven’s walls, was only adding to the feeling of wrong that this situation gave her.
She made her way through, the prodigal daughter returning, but instead of open arms and a warm reception, she was greeted with stony glares and cold eyes. She would say that it wasn’t very Christian of them, but she knew that angels had always been more inclined to the Catholic end of the spectrum, all judgment and hellfire—supposed open arms but only if you played by their rules, and Anna was never one to follow conditions particularly well.
She met almost every stare, daring them to tell her that she didn’t belong here. She had her wings again, all the qualifications of an angelic being, and she was fighting their fight. Helping them wage their war and helping the Winchesters win. They should be winning, and they weren’t which only added to the unease in her stomach as she continued to make her way through the ranks. She knew that they would never dare approach her, make the move without her making one first, but she could feel it all—they were just waiting for her to make said move. Waiting for her to turn on them again, so they could have the pleasure of breaking her, turning her back into the mindless automaton that all of Heaven expected her to be.
Silently, she prayed that she would never have to give them the satisfaction.
She reached the door of the archangels and she froze, feeling another sense of emptiness and pain. This wasn’t nearly as profound as the absence of the Father, but it was still unsettling. They should be there. They should be waiting beyond that door, preparing to squash Hell back into the place where they belonged. She didn’t—understand. She had only been gone twenty years, merely the blink of an eye in the span of Heaven, and yet so many things have been altered and changed. This was not the garrison she remembered. Not even close.
“You shouldn’t be here.”
It was Castiel’s voice behind her, and she could feel Uriel there as well, ready to deliver whatever punishment meant to be wielded on her head. She wasn’t going to let them get the chance before she had some answers, some kind of explanation as to the state that the world was in.
“Where are they, Castiel?” she demanded, spinning around to face him, eyes wide with worry and accusation. If the garrison had turned on their leaders, then this was not the place she had wished to be. “Gabriel, Raphael –the archangels. Where are they?” Michael had disappeared ten years before she had fallen, but that had been prearranged for some divine purpose. There were others who were supposed to be watching the gates, and the hole they had left behind was larger than she had anticipated.
“That is not of your concern, traitor,” Uriel responded. “We should strike you down where you stand.”
The ‘should’ didn’t escape Anna’s attention and she raised an eyebrow, looking between the two angels—two angels who used to be her underlings and were now looking at her like she was less than the vessels they wore to interact with the Winchesters. They weren’t going to kill her. That didn’t eliminate reprogramming, but still—no death. That was—promising, yet confusing all at the same time.
“But you’re not going to. Why?”
“A life for a life,” Castiel said evenly. “You prevented Alastair from getting something that would have aided him critically in the war, and saved ours.”
“So you’re doing this to repay a debt.” She was quiet for a moment, before pushing past the two of them, wanting to get as far away from this place as she possibly could. Perhaps the feeling of wrong would lessen, the further away from the place where the wrong was most prominent. Neither of the angels stopped her, but she could feel them watching her, eyes digging like daggers into her back until she turned around, facing them head on and daring them to finish what they wanted to say.
Uriel didn’t disappoint. “Don’t expect the same treatment twice. The next time we find you, we will follow through on our orders to destroy you.”
Her eyes darted past Uriel to the angel standing next to him. Castiel, who had once been her friend—more than her friend, if she hadn’t fallen when she had. There was something—emotional there. Something angels weren’t supposed to have, and she had tried to suppress until she had reached the point where she just couldn’t anymore. Castiel didn’t hold her gaze long, eyes darting away and his face looking tired and worn. At that, she got the message. She had no more friends here. They had made that abundantly clear that she was indeed on her own.
“Don’t worry,” she said, before turning and walking away again. “I won’t give you the chance.”
Fandom: Supernatural
Title: Landmines
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: PG
Characters: Anna Milton, Castiel, Uriel
Content Warning: Spoilers through 410: Heaven and Hell.
Summary: It had been a long war between Heaven and Hell, all for the balance of the human soul, for who would have the greater army for the time when the Apocalypse would finally come.
Author’s Note: Written for the Lyrics Meme over at
monthlymeme. Don’t write Anna often, so forgive me if my characterization is iffy. Also, this is set around 410, right after she got her grace back.Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Supernatural. They’re owned by Kripke and the CW.
Angelic politics were like treading in a room of landmines. Much like human politics, everyone had an agenda, and it wasn’t always clear which was the right one. Whoever held the power held the reins and whoever held the reins held the fate of the middle race in their fingers. It had been a long war between Heaven and Hell, all for the balance of the human soul, for who would have the greater army for the time when the Apocalypse would finally come.
It wasn’t there yet, but—it was getting there. It was getting there and Anna didn’t know why Heaven wasn’t lifting more of a damn finger to stop it. Something was wrong, so wrong. Even know that she was an angel again, and could sense the presence of the Father, she couldn’t and it ached. It ached so much worse than it had when she was human. She wasn’t sure if it was a side effect of the fact that she had been human for so long, or the fact that God really was gone, but she didn’t like it, either way. Angels hadn’t been given free will, couldn’t choose to ignore the lack of God’s presence in their lives, and the lack of that presence, even inside Heaven’s walls, was only adding to the feeling of wrong that this situation gave her.
She made her way through, the prodigal daughter returning, but instead of open arms and a warm reception, she was greeted with stony glares and cold eyes. She would say that it wasn’t very Christian of them, but she knew that angels had always been more inclined to the Catholic end of the spectrum, all judgment and hellfire—supposed open arms but only if you played by their rules, and Anna was never one to follow conditions particularly well.
She met almost every stare, daring them to tell her that she didn’t belong here. She had her wings again, all the qualifications of an angelic being, and she was fighting their fight. Helping them wage their war and helping the Winchesters win. They should be winning, and they weren’t which only added to the unease in her stomach as she continued to make her way through the ranks. She knew that they would never dare approach her, make the move without her making one first, but she could feel it all—they were just waiting for her to make said move. Waiting for her to turn on them again, so they could have the pleasure of breaking her, turning her back into the mindless automaton that all of Heaven expected her to be.
Silently, she prayed that she would never have to give them the satisfaction.
She reached the door of the archangels and she froze, feeling another sense of emptiness and pain. This wasn’t nearly as profound as the absence of the Father, but it was still unsettling. They should be there. They should be waiting beyond that door, preparing to squash Hell back into the place where they belonged. She didn’t—understand. She had only been gone twenty years, merely the blink of an eye in the span of Heaven, and yet so many things have been altered and changed. This was not the garrison she remembered. Not even close.
“You shouldn’t be here.”
It was Castiel’s voice behind her, and she could feel Uriel there as well, ready to deliver whatever punishment meant to be wielded on her head. She wasn’t going to let them get the chance before she had some answers, some kind of explanation as to the state that the world was in.
“Where are they, Castiel?” she demanded, spinning around to face him, eyes wide with worry and accusation. If the garrison had turned on their leaders, then this was not the place she had wished to be. “Gabriel, Raphael –the archangels. Where are they?” Michael had disappeared ten years before she had fallen, but that had been prearranged for some divine purpose. There were others who were supposed to be watching the gates, and the hole they had left behind was larger than she had anticipated.
“That is not of your concern, traitor,” Uriel responded. “We should strike you down where you stand.”
The ‘should’ didn’t escape Anna’s attention and she raised an eyebrow, looking between the two angels—two angels who used to be her underlings and were now looking at her like she was less than the vessels they wore to interact with the Winchesters. They weren’t going to kill her. That didn’t eliminate reprogramming, but still—no death. That was—promising, yet confusing all at the same time.
“But you’re not going to. Why?”
“A life for a life,” Castiel said evenly. “You prevented Alastair from getting something that would have aided him critically in the war, and saved ours.”
“So you’re doing this to repay a debt.” She was quiet for a moment, before pushing past the two of them, wanting to get as far away from this place as she possibly could. Perhaps the feeling of wrong would lessen, the further away from the place where the wrong was most prominent. Neither of the angels stopped her, but she could feel them watching her, eyes digging like daggers into her back until she turned around, facing them head on and daring them to finish what they wanted to say.
Uriel didn’t disappoint. “Don’t expect the same treatment twice. The next time we find you, we will follow through on our orders to destroy you.”
Her eyes darted past Uriel to the angel standing next to him. Castiel, who had once been her friend—more than her friend, if she hadn’t fallen when she had. There was something—emotional there. Something angels weren’t supposed to have, and she had tried to suppress until she had reached the point where she just couldn’t anymore. Castiel didn’t hold her gaze long, eyes darting away and his face looking tired and worn. At that, she got the message. She had no more friends here. They had made that abundantly clear that she was indeed on her own.
“Don’t worry,” she said, before turning and walking away again. “I won’t give you the chance.”