moonlit summers night, tag: faith walker

[Castiel]

three-thiry in the morning
not a soul in sight

He pressed his palm against the rough concrete surface and sighed softly. Castiel closed his eyes and bowed his head. He could hear their cries. Time never completely washed away the residual pain left by such torment. He raised his head and looked over the graffittied wall. God save us! was written messily in a morbid red -- for all he knew, it was the blood of some desperate soul -- and beneath it in black read, There is no God; only Sam Winchester. Castiel frowned. There was a God; He had just lost hope.

Castiel let his hand slide away from the crude barrier, feeling the catch and tug of concrete on flesh. Blood rose to the surface, but it wouldn't last. It never did. Punishment didn't come so easy for God's soldiers, unless one was open to damnation or falling. Neither appealed to him. He squeezed his hand into a fist and dug his short nails into the torn skin, trying to keep some shred of the pain that would be gone all too quickly. Masochism was so unbecoming.

It was something everyone seemed to be resorting to these days, however. The building of this wall symbolized that. People had been lost in it's construction and others still had been trapped with the demons, most likely falling prey to the vile creatures once they were left with no way out. And it was a trivial venture anyway. Demons still snuck through and blended in, unnoticed by even the trained few until it was too late. The destruction that came from exorcising the ones who snuck by was needless but seen as necessary. The hosts were almost never spared; as if it had been their choice to be possessed.

Castiel mourned for them. His father had given up hope on this failed attempt at paradise long before things got noticably worse, but they were all His creations. His children. And the angel couldn't help mourn the loss of something that had once been so very grand. Humanity, though it had it's faults, had been a great success for millenia, and all it took for it to fall was one. One who thought he was doing good; one who couldn't be blamed for something decided before his birth; one who fell with stunning glory to a higher seat of power.

He sighed and turned away from the depressing words. Sam Winchester could have been the world's greatest gift or the world's damning curse, and he became the latter. With no one standing beside him as a constant source of good or encouragement in the end, he had fallen prey to power and lust and darkness, and that meant Hell on earth. What Castiel had been sent to stop. The blood stopped gathering on his palm, the fibers knitting back together, and he swallowed hard. He failed and this wall was the ever-present symbol of that.

[Faith Victoria Walker]

The full moon reflected in the blackness of her eyes as she scanned the street she was tempted to walk down. She'd been out on a hunt today - a group of demons masquerading as members of the clergy in an abandoned church just south of the city. It hadn't been Faith's case to start with but when the hunters who'd previously gone hadn't checked in with the Resistance, they'd sent her to bring him back. What she'd found wasn't exactly what she'd expected.

She'd found the demons, deep in prayer to a God that had long forsaken them while one of the hunter's was stung up - thankfully dead - on the cross in a sickening re-enactment of the crucifiction of Christ. The other was burning on a pyre - reminisent of the burning of witches. She'd seen such acts before, but not since she was a child in England. The burning of witches had been a regular occurence in the castle grounds - she'd gotten used to it before she died.

The heel of her right boot was stained red with the blood of one demon!priest she's kicked in the head (and promptly stabbed in the eye) while the leather jacket she wore was splattered on one side from....a nun she thought. She couldn't really remember, she tended to blck out her demon time. Then, after exorcising all the demons from the long dead bodies, she'd left the church in a hurry - not bothering to look back as she torched the place.

Which brought her to where she was now - walking up the street she'd previously been debating on. Her body hadn't calmed down so she was still running on adreneline so her demon side had yet to hide itself. God she hoped she didn't run into Dean. To tell him she was a demon was one thing - doing it while covered in blood was something different. Shaking her head, more to herself than anyone else, she moved down the street and thats when she saw him.

He made her demon side want to sing. An angel....on Earth. Sure she'd heard the rumors but, up until now, she never really believed that the angels had come to help the war. If God was so freakin' brilliant and interested in what was going on down here - then why the fuck had he let Sam Winchester go to the dark side. He should have gotten his finger out done more to save him. Smirking in a way that only a demon could do, she walked towards him and snorted.

"Little angel, little angel; all alone in the world. My, whatever would your brothers say?"

[Castiel]

He was growing too used to the times it seemed. Castiel stopped when a woman's voice cut through the night air, but he didn't turn to face the evil he was sure to see masked by whomever she had possessed. That would make it harder when it came down to him ending her or her running, and really, he didn't want to engage in a chase through alleys where hunters waited at the ready. His presence had gone unnoticed thus far, and Castiel was grateful for that.

"My brothers would stand by me and fight," he said evenly. "You can rest assured that I am not the only one of my kind down here during these troubled times."

Sighing softly, he turned and finally looked at her. She was the type of girl Dean would go after, he thought wryly. Beautiful with slight by noticable curves and mischievous eyes. Even Castiel had to admit that she was beautiful. And that thought made him feel very dirty. He frowned. Demons were not beautiful, they were abominations. Hellions. Bad.

"Before I send you back," he said, "tell me how you got on this side of the wall so the opening can be fixed."

[Faith Victoria Walker]

"tell me how you got on this side of the wall so the opening can be fixed."

Faith stared at the angel, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. The blackness of her eyes disapated to their normal brown colour. This angel was different from the rest, there was something about him and annoyingly, she couldn't put her finger on it. She hated not knowing what people were thinking but he was just so hard to read. Trying to hold back and annoyed growl, she allowed herslef to roll her eyes instead in seeming disdain.

"Don't worry sweetheart - there is no opening. I just did what the humans do and walked in the front door; black eyes and all".

It was common knowledge that angels hated demons so she couldn't fault him for treating her this way. Shifting her weight, she watched him curiously. The thought she should know him bugged her, tugging at memories - his appearence had been described to her a long time ago but yet...nothing came.

"Name's Faith baby. I'm with the hunters."

[Castiel]

Castiel's eyes narrowed and his frown deepened. So there was another one like Ruby... That didn't sit well with him. After all the damage her interference had caused, was it really any wonder, though? Ruby had caused Sam's downfall. A demon had brought about the end of civilization as it was known. And here was another much like before.

"Regardless of what you say, Faith," Castiel said, the name sounding ironic in his ears. It fell from his mouth with such disdain, like saying it had burned him in some way. "I doubt if they knew what you were you would be walking around here so freely."

Perhaps she had slipped through the cracks unnoticed, passing as human in spite of what she said. Hadn't they learned their lesson? Hadn't it been made common knowledge who helped with the downfall of Sam Winchester? Or had humanity simply turned a blind eye... Castiel was again bothered by this woman and the threat she posed against the Resistence that he was only a part of in the shadows.

"Or perhaps they are using you," he murmured more to himself, his head tilting slightly in an all too familiar manner.