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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2010-04-02 07:49 pm
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Castiel/Jo - Stars and Souls
Fandom: Supernatural
Title: Stars and Souls
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13 // FRT
Characters: Castiel/Jo Harvelle
Content Warning: Spoilers for the beginning of 510: Abandon All Hope.
Summary: To angels, the world was like a giant light board.
Author’s Note: Written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
spn_het_love Comment-Fic Meme. This is really more friendship than anything else, but it was a cute idea and I couldn’t let it go. Jo is also a bit of a geek in this and it’s kind of adorable.
Disclaimer: They all belong to Kripke. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found them.
To angels, the world was like a giant light board.
Each human soul shone sharp and bright against the expanse of the world, no matter how tarnished or corrupt that soul may be. When he was in Heaven, Castiel used to sit and watch the lights, marveling at not only how many there were, but how he could distinguish each and every one of them. Each soul had its own unique components that allowed them to be located and accounted for from afar. Important people were never lost, and at the same time, neither were the unimportant. All present, all accounted for, all living their lives as the Father had intended, oblivious to the war that was being fought around them.
Now, however, all he could see were the souls in front of him. He wasn’t allowed back into Heaven anymore, not after he had taken the Winchesters’ side. His world had suddenly become so much smaller, so much more focused and there were days when he missed only being concerned with the bigger picture, as opposed to just those he cared about. He looked up at the stars from where he stood on Earth, and while the small, numerous pinpricks of life reminded him of the view of Earth from Heaven, the stars lacked the distinctions and quirks of the human soul. They were just tiny balls of light in the sky. They didn’t quite mean the same.
The ones he could see, though, still held the same beauty that they did from afar, they were just closer. Even the Winchesters’, after everything they’ve been through, held the same bright burning spark that, only now it was dulled slightly—hidden from angelic eyes by the markings that Castiel himself had put in place—but they were still there for him to see, even through the walls of the Bobby’s house.
After the rest of the house had gone to bed, Castiel moved to sit outside. He wasn’t so far gone from Heaven that he needed to sleep quite yet, and he always felt better outside, without the walls closing in. South Dakota was quiet, long expanses of wilderness with few people around. He could see why Bobby appreciated it. The isolation was almost refreshing. In fact, the silence was thick enough that he was almost startled by someone breaking it.
“Can I ask you something?”
When he turned and saw Jo standing next to him, hands holding her jacket tightly around herself against the December chill. He had thought she had gone to bed hours ago, but apparently he was wrong. “You should be asleep.”
She shrugged. “Can’t. I can never sleep before a big fight. I get too antsy.” She made her way over to sit next to him and he turned to face her, raising two fingers of one hand.
“I could help you with that, if you would like.”
“No! No,” she laughed as she settled in, following his eyes up to the stars. It was odd, having someone sit that close to him. Dean usually favored what he referred to as personal space, but he could feel the warmth of Jo’s body next to his from where she was sitting, feel her arm brushing his as she went to cross them in front of her chest. “I’m okay. Really.”
“I see,” he commented, before lapsing into silence. His focus returned to the stars, although he could sense her glancing over at him every so often. When he turned to meet her eyes, she was giving him a look, similar to the one that Sam gave him when he had said something confusing. When she saw that he had her attention, she smirked.
“So, can I? Ask you something, I mean.”
“Of course.”
“Do you really think this is our last night on Earth? Or were you just saying that just so that we wouldn’t get our hopes up?”
There was something in her tone, gentle and light, that implied that part of what she was saying was a joke of some kind. He wasn’t sure how to take it, but he knew she meant no harm by it, so he let it go. “The odds tomorrow are not in our favor. Especially if the gun does not work and Lucifer releases Death, as planned.”
Jo was silent for a moment, nodding slowly as she processed that information. “But there’s no reason why it shouldn’t work, right? I mean, it’s the Colt. That thing’s supposed to be able to kill anything.”
“Hopefully they are right. However, I’m afraid we will not know until we try.”
“Fair enough, I guess.” A bit of wind whipped through, and she inched closer to him, looking for some kind of shield from the weather. “So are you just gonna sit out here all night?”
“Yes.”
She waited for a moment, as though she was expecting to hear more from him, and the smirk returned to her face. “Gonna do anything, or just stare at stuff?”
He raised one shoulder in what he was told was called a shrug. “I was going to look at the stars.”
“For six hours?”
“It reminds me of home.”
“How so?”
He told her. He had no reason to lie to her, and if she wanted to know how angels saw the world, he wouldn’t begrudge her that. She listened as he talked, leaning back against the wall behind them as he talked. He leaned back with her when he was finished, finding it awkward to talk to her from that angle, something he never had realized before now.
“So all our souls—they’re like Heaven’s stars?”
“That would be an appropriate metaphor, yes.”
She nodded. “That sounds nice.”
“It is.”
“Do you miss it? Being home?”
Castiel was quiet for a moment, before nodding slowly. “Earth is very different from Heaven. Being separated from my family is much harder than I had anticipated.”
She nodded again, looking down as she did. He could tell that she was thinking about something, her mind working through what he had said, and he was rather grateful that when she spoke again, she changed the subject. “Do you guys see our stars too? Or just us being stars?”
“We can see all of my Father’s creations.”
“Do you have stories or something about the stars? Or is that just a human thing?”
“Stories?”
“Yeah. Like—” She paused for a moment before leaning in to him and pointing up to the sky. “See that cluster of stars there?” She traced out the shape of what could have been a man. “That’s Orion. And over there.” Another shape, this one looking more like an insect. “That’s Scorpio. The lore goes that Orion was a big time hunter for the Greeks, but he was killed when he was fighting Scorpio. The gods placed him and the scorpion among the stars in his honor.”
“I see.” He paused for a moment, before shaking his heads. “Angels are not that creative.”
“Ah.” She shifted back on the bench again, leaning in to him again as the wind whipped around them once again. “Do you have other stories? I mean, you’ve been around for a long time, right? There has to be something more than just what’s in the Bible.”
“I am not sure I understand.”
“Just … personal experiences.” She turned and gave him a smirk. “Like what was King David really like? Did he sit around writing psalms all day, or was he really the badass who took down Goliath?”
He considered for a moment before responding. “King David was pretty … bad-ass.” The word still felt uncomfortable on his tongue, but he was doing his best to learn how to better communicate. “But at the end of the day he was still human. He still suffered from the same fallacies and weaknesses as everyone else.”
She nodded with that. “Can you tell me about anyone else?”
“Yes.”
Another pause of silence before she smirked at him again. “Well? What about them?”
He told her. One prophet after another, one hero after another. He was in the middle of describing an encounter he had with Saint Paul—before he was Paul, of course—when he noticed the weight of her body resting against his. He glanced over, and saw that somewhere along the course of his stories, she had fallen asleep, her head resting comfortably against his shoulder. He slowly started to raise two fingers, intending to transport her back to her own bed so she could sleep more comfortably, but he hesitated, just for the moment, and instead let his hands fall to his lap and his eyes go back to the stars. The warmth of her body next to him, and the slow even keel of her breathing were calming, in a way that he hadn’t anticipated, and for now, it was nice not to have complete silence.
It reminded him that he wasn’t alone.
Title: Stars and Souls
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: PG-13 // FRT
Characters: Castiel/Jo Harvelle
Content Warning: Spoilers for the beginning of 510: Abandon All Hope.
Summary: To angels, the world was like a giant light board.
Author’s Note: Written for the
spn_het_love Comment-Fic Meme. This is really more friendship than anything else, but it was a cute idea and I couldn’t let it go. Jo is also a bit of a geek in this and it’s kind of adorable.Disclaimer: They all belong to Kripke. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found them.
To angels, the world was like a giant light board.
Each human soul shone sharp and bright against the expanse of the world, no matter how tarnished or corrupt that soul may be. When he was in Heaven, Castiel used to sit and watch the lights, marveling at not only how many there were, but how he could distinguish each and every one of them. Each soul had its own unique components that allowed them to be located and accounted for from afar. Important people were never lost, and at the same time, neither were the unimportant. All present, all accounted for, all living their lives as the Father had intended, oblivious to the war that was being fought around them.
Now, however, all he could see were the souls in front of him. He wasn’t allowed back into Heaven anymore, not after he had taken the Winchesters’ side. His world had suddenly become so much smaller, so much more focused and there were days when he missed only being concerned with the bigger picture, as opposed to just those he cared about. He looked up at the stars from where he stood on Earth, and while the small, numerous pinpricks of life reminded him of the view of Earth from Heaven, the stars lacked the distinctions and quirks of the human soul. They were just tiny balls of light in the sky. They didn’t quite mean the same.
The ones he could see, though, still held the same beauty that they did from afar, they were just closer. Even the Winchesters’, after everything they’ve been through, held the same bright burning spark that, only now it was dulled slightly—hidden from angelic eyes by the markings that Castiel himself had put in place—but they were still there for him to see, even through the walls of the Bobby’s house.
After the rest of the house had gone to bed, Castiel moved to sit outside. He wasn’t so far gone from Heaven that he needed to sleep quite yet, and he always felt better outside, without the walls closing in. South Dakota was quiet, long expanses of wilderness with few people around. He could see why Bobby appreciated it. The isolation was almost refreshing. In fact, the silence was thick enough that he was almost startled by someone breaking it.
“Can I ask you something?”
When he turned and saw Jo standing next to him, hands holding her jacket tightly around herself against the December chill. He had thought she had gone to bed hours ago, but apparently he was wrong. “You should be asleep.”
She shrugged. “Can’t. I can never sleep before a big fight. I get too antsy.” She made her way over to sit next to him and he turned to face her, raising two fingers of one hand.
“I could help you with that, if you would like.”
“No! No,” she laughed as she settled in, following his eyes up to the stars. It was odd, having someone sit that close to him. Dean usually favored what he referred to as personal space, but he could feel the warmth of Jo’s body next to his from where she was sitting, feel her arm brushing his as she went to cross them in front of her chest. “I’m okay. Really.”
“I see,” he commented, before lapsing into silence. His focus returned to the stars, although he could sense her glancing over at him every so often. When he turned to meet her eyes, she was giving him a look, similar to the one that Sam gave him when he had said something confusing. When she saw that he had her attention, she smirked.
“So, can I? Ask you something, I mean.”
“Of course.”
“Do you really think this is our last night on Earth? Or were you just saying that just so that we wouldn’t get our hopes up?”
There was something in her tone, gentle and light, that implied that part of what she was saying was a joke of some kind. He wasn’t sure how to take it, but he knew she meant no harm by it, so he let it go. “The odds tomorrow are not in our favor. Especially if the gun does not work and Lucifer releases Death, as planned.”
Jo was silent for a moment, nodding slowly as she processed that information. “But there’s no reason why it shouldn’t work, right? I mean, it’s the Colt. That thing’s supposed to be able to kill anything.”
“Hopefully they are right. However, I’m afraid we will not know until we try.”
“Fair enough, I guess.” A bit of wind whipped through, and she inched closer to him, looking for some kind of shield from the weather. “So are you just gonna sit out here all night?”
“Yes.”
She waited for a moment, as though she was expecting to hear more from him, and the smirk returned to her face. “Gonna do anything, or just stare at stuff?”
He raised one shoulder in what he was told was called a shrug. “I was going to look at the stars.”
“For six hours?”
“It reminds me of home.”
“How so?”
He told her. He had no reason to lie to her, and if she wanted to know how angels saw the world, he wouldn’t begrudge her that. She listened as he talked, leaning back against the wall behind them as he talked. He leaned back with her when he was finished, finding it awkward to talk to her from that angle, something he never had realized before now.
“So all our souls—they’re like Heaven’s stars?”
“That would be an appropriate metaphor, yes.”
She nodded. “That sounds nice.”
“It is.”
“Do you miss it? Being home?”
Castiel was quiet for a moment, before nodding slowly. “Earth is very different from Heaven. Being separated from my family is much harder than I had anticipated.”
She nodded again, looking down as she did. He could tell that she was thinking about something, her mind working through what he had said, and he was rather grateful that when she spoke again, she changed the subject. “Do you guys see our stars too? Or just us being stars?”
“We can see all of my Father’s creations.”
“Do you have stories or something about the stars? Or is that just a human thing?”
“Stories?”
“Yeah. Like—” She paused for a moment before leaning in to him and pointing up to the sky. “See that cluster of stars there?” She traced out the shape of what could have been a man. “That’s Orion. And over there.” Another shape, this one looking more like an insect. “That’s Scorpio. The lore goes that Orion was a big time hunter for the Greeks, but he was killed when he was fighting Scorpio. The gods placed him and the scorpion among the stars in his honor.”
“I see.” He paused for a moment, before shaking his heads. “Angels are not that creative.”
“Ah.” She shifted back on the bench again, leaning in to him again as the wind whipped around them once again. “Do you have other stories? I mean, you’ve been around for a long time, right? There has to be something more than just what’s in the Bible.”
“I am not sure I understand.”
“Just … personal experiences.” She turned and gave him a smirk. “Like what was King David really like? Did he sit around writing psalms all day, or was he really the badass who took down Goliath?”
He considered for a moment before responding. “King David was pretty … bad-ass.” The word still felt uncomfortable on his tongue, but he was doing his best to learn how to better communicate. “But at the end of the day he was still human. He still suffered from the same fallacies and weaknesses as everyone else.”
She nodded with that. “Can you tell me about anyone else?”
“Yes.”
Another pause of silence before she smirked at him again. “Well? What about them?”
He told her. One prophet after another, one hero after another. He was in the middle of describing an encounter he had with Saint Paul—before he was Paul, of course—when he noticed the weight of her body resting against his. He glanced over, and saw that somewhere along the course of his stories, she had fallen asleep, her head resting comfortably against his shoulder. He slowly started to raise two fingers, intending to transport her back to her own bed so she could sleep more comfortably, but he hesitated, just for the moment, and instead let his hands fall to his lap and his eyes go back to the stars. The warmth of her body next to him, and the slow even keel of her breathing were calming, in a way that he hadn’t anticipated, and for now, it was nice not to have complete silence.
It reminded him that he wasn’t alone.
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Thank you for writing this, it's amazing<3
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It felt very much in character.
A pretty peaceful last night on earth.
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Funny thing is I was just talking to my mom last night about a book I know I had when I was younger that told the "stories" about the constellations!!!
I really liked this ideas. Thank you for sharing this story!
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