You know why God cast me down? Because I loved him. More than anything. And then God created…You. The little, hairless apes. And then he asked all of us to bow down before you. To love you, more than Him! And I said, Father, I can’t. I said these human beings, were flawed, murderous. And for that, God had Michael cast me into Hell! Now tell me, does the punishment fit the crime? Especially when I was right. Look what six billion of you have done to this thing. And how many of you blame me for it.
Dean and Cas / Free to be you and me
↳"I need your help because you are the only one who’ll help me. Please."
like vines, we intertwined;
an endverse Dean/Castiel fanmix
01. Muse - Dead Star 02. Gavin Mikhail - I’ll follow you into the dark 03. Breaking Benjamin - Anthem of the Angels 04. Fever Ray - If I Had a Heart 05. Metric - Blindness 06. Trading Yesterday - Only for you 07. The Pierces - Three Wishes 08. How to Destroy Angels - The Space in Between 09. Lifehouse - Storm 10. Coldplay - Yellow 11. Ulrik Munther - Soldiers 12. Megan McCauley - Die for you 13. M83 - Too Late
Long sleeves and heavy armored gloves protected her hands, leather pants and heavy riding boots protected the lower half of her body. Her hair was slicked back into a pony tail and there was a Battle ax in her hand and a small one handed crossbow on her back.
They were closing in on her but Faith wasn’t concerned. They were infected with rage, like a movie she’d seen once, Faith had enough rage to kill the group of them. It had been hard for her to start killing humans again, she had to shut off the emotion in her brain to keep her from cracking, and keep a bottle of Whiskey on her, that helped. There were five, and she was luring them closer waiting for the perfect moment. As one launched at her she ducked and swung her ax about the blade slicing through the infected’s skull like butter. Before she even had time to register it all they were all on her reaching and scratching at her, it was a graceful dance of death, the Ax flashed, and people died. There bodies surrounded her and Faith ran, before more cornered her.
She climbed up a fire escape, and ran over the top of the roof and jumped off the opposite edge landing gracefully on the ground. She realized too things very quickly, she picked the wrong direction, and she had a gun pointed at her. Her eyes darkened, and she shifted her grip on the medieval ax. She hesitated debating on just killing him too, he was probably infected. She cracked her neck and sighed not being able to bring herself to do it, “Nah, didn’t really seem like a good idea,” she said carefully, “Looks like I picked the wrong direction, You stuck?”
Her eyes flicked to a man hole cover, they were generally impossible to move without a crowbar, but Faith could lift it. Slayer strength came in handy. She flicked her eyes back to him again, not really wanting to make any sudden moves but formulating a plan to disarm him if need be. She watched the muscles in his hand to see if they twitched, it would give her a small head start on the bullet.
Castiel had seen it all - experienced it, too - but it had to be the first time seeing a medieval axe-wielding woman who seemed to be well-prepared in the defence department. Hell, he expected to see a survivor with wide eyes and no weapon to boot, but it wasn’t exactly a unwelcome result as it prevented him from worrying too much; if this stranger knew how to wield an axe, then there was no doubt as to her surviving capabilities, and that was one less job for the ex-angel to deal with. It was a win-win situation, but not until they’d established grounds of reasoning and acquaintanceship — because, as of now, they were both quite dubious of the other and carrying a rather effective weapon should the other make a move. Truth be told, Castiel couldn’t blame the woman for arming herself, especially when one could hardly trust other survivors - and, oh, the mass quantity of Croatoans running around. That was the major factor in this big ol’ city of the infected.
Raising his right eyebrow, Castiel offered the stranger a wide grin before removing his finger from the trigger in order to indicate that,I won’t shoot if you don’t slice ‘n’ dice, without completely eliminating the possibility of pulling the trigger in case she decided that she didn’t want to compromise. The soldier couldn’t help but release a chuckle at her question, although it was somewhat true that he there was no way he could turn back and run straight for his Jeep. “I’m not stuck yet, but there’s a a whole party of Croatoans happening around this area, so — uh, I’d say there’s a slim chance of making it intact should I start running for my Jeep in section C-5. Two blocks away from here, section C-7.” Despite the concerning statement, Castiel remained with a jovial tone and an atmosphere of nonchalantness for the current situation; and it was just like him to, especially since he was usually the calmest soldier of the patrolling groups in the morning. Everything is a-ok, if you set your mind to it! Nodding towards the medieval axe, the soldier continued in a calm tone, “Are we going to be civilised and stop pointing our weapons towards each other, huh? Though, I gotta admit, I admire your taste in weapons!” It was a ghosted request, since he didn’t particularly know the woman and how she reacted under life-threatening situations, but it was best to give it a shot; never give up, he reminded himself, even if a woman with an axe is currently in your point of view.
Castiel would be lying if he hadn’t seen her gaze wander over to the man-hole cover a short distance away from him, but that was a topic to be addressed after reaching a compromise; because it sure was going to be difficult if they couldn’t come to a decision on whether to kill each other, or work together in order to escape the demon virus-infected citizens that were likely to be a short distance away - especially with the entrance she displayed, it had to have attracted them with the commotion. And this ex-angel would much rather be gaining distance, rather than sparing it, for he still had his youth and he wasn’t about to be killed off in a simple patrol—
—if Dean didn’t kill him first for losing track of their soldiers, that was.
Section C-7 was an unforgivable area of Kansas City, with Croatoan activity in the red-zone, and an unlikely place to spend having a picnic - that much was sure. The morning patrol had been agreed by a majority of soldiers, with some of them willingly volunteering for the sake of pushing back as many Croatoans as possible away from the camp, and it was meant to be a good hour’s patrol - perhaps a little more, since they knew that unpredictable events could happen at any given time - but since the soldiers had scattered in various directions, it would be unlikely for them to return before late evening. It wasn’t the first time it had happened, and the ex-angel had safely returned all the soldiers in the past, but there was now the factor of a stranger in the mix; and without knowing the direction they wanted to take, it could be until tomorrow morning before there was any progression back to camp. “Castiel, by the way. If you’re curious.” He introduced, shrugging his left shoulder and allowing a growing smile upon his features; friendliness cost nothing, and he only wanted to start things off in a good light. The woman’s attitude was entirely up to her, and the ex-angel could only accept what she was willing to give away.