Named {INTERLUDE}

[mclachland]

The plan is to get Dean to the Throne. There's nothing else, except that. At any cost. And while Dean wishes they had something a little more organized, like an actual plan, he has nothing wrong with the simple piece of shit they've got.

Gabriel's angels are all fitted with armor, slotted over their souls but not actually on their vessels, protected from most kinds of wounds except the ones that count. Kind of like Kevlar. It'll stop a bullet at long range, but at close range you're still screwed. They were nice enough to fit all the humans in the room with the same exact stuff, except it's visible and fits over their clothing, so they look like a bunch of extras from that stupid Lord of the Rings movie.

Over by the fireplace, Sariel slings her arms around Mora's waist and kisses her. Dean bites down the wolf-whistle that rises up. Habit.

"The Throne is surrounded by ruins in the holiest place in Heaven. To find it, just keep going." Raguel nods to Dean, and Dean tries to remember what the Parthenon looks like. It's a Greek building thing, so pillars. He's looking for pillars. "And I have something for you that might help."

Dean forces himself to stand still as Raguel lays his hands over Dean's chest and pushes, liquid heat carving its way into Dean's bones until he has to break away from Raguel's touch. Fucking ow! "The hell was that?!"

"Just a little spell. It should hide you from every angel in existence… except me. And the Metatron."

"Well, then what good is it?! If I need to slip past this guy, then why don't you give me something a little stronger? Maybe carve it into my dick." Dean searches for Castiel among the angels, but can't see him. Or Sam. That doesn't sit well with him. He needs to see them, to talk to them before the doors open and they rush into the fray.

Raguel shakes his head, solemn and cool, the very first angel in existence. "The Metatron and I are equally matched in power and ability. What I can do, so can he. But you have an advantage; no other angel will be able to see you, and therefore they cannot alert the Metatron to your whereabouts."

It's the best he's going to get, so he nods and hopes his uncertainty doesn't show. "Thanks, Raguel."

"It is my job," Raguel says with a shrug, smiling.

Dean snorts. "Dude, you want to trade?"

Raguel looks horrified at the very mention of it, like he just caught Dean fucking his mother. "No angel would ever -- We were created to serve God, not -- No. Never."

"But… dude, you've been there for every schmuck that's been in the hot seat. You'd probably do a better job than anyone else --"

"That is enough," Raguel says sternly, backing away and saving Dean the awkward duty of dismissing him. Talk about touching a nerve.

Whoever the Maker was, he was a total dick. Not allowing angels to sit on the Throne? That's about as unfair as it gets, shackling them into servitude, forced to cater to the Word of a human. Only humans on the Throne. That's bullshit. If it had been up to Dean, no human would have been allowed anywhere near the Throne. He's seen what humans in positions of power on Earth do.

He finds Castiel and Sam in the hall, standing by the front door with Bobby. It doesn't look like they're saying much, which is okay with him, because there really isn't much that needs to be said now. Saying goodbye will only make things harder and they don't need anything weighing on them when they storm the gates.

Coming up next to Castiel, he slips an arm around Castiel's waist and exhales. Bobby raises an eyebrow and Sam grins.

"I so called this," Sam says. Dean rolls his eyes.

"So, you bought the booze for our victory celebration, right, Bobby?" He waggles his eyebrows at Bobby, who laughs and shakes his head.

"Y'think I'm made of fucking money? You've been clearing me out of house and home for years. Time you bought your own booze, you cheapskate. And none of that Busch crap you like. Buy some real beer."

Sam smirks. "I was going to call some hookers, but looks like you're all set over there."

Dean flips him off, but tightens his hold on Castiel. "You wouldn't even know what to say to a hooker, let alone have one's number. Maybe one day they'll drop and I'll explain the whole birds and bees thing."

"Jerk."

"Bitch."

"I didn't know birds and bees were related to prostitution," Castiel says, obviously confused, and Dean cracks up.

Gabriel takes the opportunity to step into the hall, his entire garrison behind him, all of them stone-faced and tense, at the ready. Gabriel's munching on a candy bar, mouth smeared with chocolate. He grins and gestures to the angels behind him. "So, we're ready whenever you are."

He's as ready as he's ever going to be. No time like the present to incite a full-scale regime change. And to think his third grade teacher didn't believe he'd amount to anything. Suck on this, bitch.

"Where's my herald?"

Sariel pushes her way to the front through the sea of angels, baring her teeth when one of them protests her rude treatment. "Keep your pants on. Please." Her lips are puffy and a little wet.

Dean grins. "Now that's one way to say 'good luck'."

"Bite me," she snaps, then smoothes out her shirt. "Okay. When I open the door, we're going to be right at the gates. Dean? Bank left as soon as you're through and keep going until you see the marble. Everyone else, weapons ready. Raguel?"

Raguel appears beside Sariel and nods. "I think we are all set. Dean, any final words before we go?"

He surveys his army, his rag-tag team of misfits, with pride and pumps the air with his fist. "All right, gang. Let's kick some fucking ass!"

"Thus spake the Lord," Sam mutters.

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Comments

[laura-trekkie.livejournal.com]

You know, it's kinda reasuring that not even being God will fix Dean's potty mouth *vbg*.

Laura

[cotymundi.livejournal.com]

I'm with Laura. Also, I love the possessive Cas-snuggling.

[quenderra.livejournal.com]

He surveys his army, his rag-tag team of misfits, with pride and pumps the air with his fist. "All right, gang. Let's kick some fucking ass!"

"Thus spake the Lord," Sam mutters.

LOL! That there is precisely why we love those guys. ^^ Awesome.

[destielfan06.livejournal.com]

This is Why i love This and Them.
Dean the first thing he does is put his arms around Cass's Waist the Mental picture alone is Just Adorbs.
I'm Loving This Oh So Much<3

[kellyanne77.livejournal.com]

Yay!" Dean claims Cas in front of Sam and Bobby!

also "Thus spake the Lord"!!! :)