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[ in the end, it is a knight that saves the right hand of god. ]

[ in order for her to obtain hell, she needs to move the pieces around. she promises a truce, one with her fingers crossed, if the boys and their dog fetch her a bone. if she and lucifer can take control of hell once again, pushing crowley out once and for all, she'll let them live. it did quite help her cause that she was very aware of the angel inside of sam, giving him the juice he needed to stand straight and sturdy on two legs. what would happen if she gave poor humpty a little push? ]

[ she moves her pawn, a rogue reaper, to locate the secret portal in purgatory to pull lucfier out of perdition. she then moves her bishops, the winchesters and their angel, to toss the rope to pull him out of hell. but it is michael who returns to her, unsurprisingly, instead. she knows the play they've pulled; archangels can kill knights, but her bishops have forgotten she is a queen. and she moves, unpredictably, escorting the bishops and pawns to the edge of the board while she and the king have a little chat. ]

[ but, in the end, this does work in her favour. while michael may hold a grudge towards crowley that merely goes as far as demons vs angels, she knows that the betrayal of castiel must slice him harder than any blade forged on heaven or earth. abaddon is very aware that it had been castiel who had kept michael in lucifer's cage. she hears things through the grapevine, demons love to gossip when she has her fist in their stomachs, and it's a piece of information she thoroughly enjoys to torment crowley with, that the step-in god had more power over him on who stayed in hell and who left. ]

[ abaddon had been waiting patiently out in the woods, by the door the fools had taken to ride their way to hell. she tries to hold back her surprise when she finds the wrong disgraced angel, but, with her information in mind, she remains tall and poised. she merely looks him up and down with her heart in her throat. but she can spin this, like a spider, and so she plans to do so. ]

You're not the fallen I've ordered.

Edited 2013-10-11 04:50 (UTC)

[ this castiel is fun. ]

[ abaddon's still hunting for proper meatsuits. she can't have an army built on grannies, little children, and businessmen. a formidable force is one that wears the same uniform, that looks the same, that walks the same. but, somehow, castiel ends up in the mix. ]

[ he's lost, like a puppy, and abaddon takes him under her wing because it's the right thing to do. castiel is leverage, after all; he's a former knight on the chessboard, only to have fallen and shape himself into a pawn. her pawn, at least. and she quite likes it, not looking down upon him with the usual disdain she does to those who share his position. ]

[ they're in a hotel room, taking a time-out during the recruitment process. her soldiers linger outside, continuing to locate those who are in misplaced meatsuits, those who don't fit the shape of an old lady. ]

[ a red-painted, long nail scratches hard down castiel's face. his cheeks have stubble, tickling the pad of her finger, causing the movement to not be as easy as it would've been with a face that had been shaved. she likes all of his impurities showing; she hates angels for how holier than thou they are. to have one fallen right into her lap. ]

Is this a trick? [ her eyes are on his as she keeps her hand on his face. it's a gentle touch for someone so sharp. she wants to lull him into a sense of contentment, one that's false to its core. surely he can't be as dumb as to not notice what her intentions are. but his? she has never had much of a chance to read an angel, one who is almost putty in her hands. is this all a ploy from the winchesters? send in a mole to rip her entire plot apart? ]

[ He wants to find his own way. He wants to help. Dean says to find his way to the bunker, but Castiel doesn't have money. He knows that money will get you where you need to go. He can't pay for bus tickets or fly anymore. He's stuck and that's the hardest part. It was different when his grace was fading and he didn't have a lot of power. This was a complete drain and he didn't know how to deal with it. He didn't know who to trust or who to even speak with. Everyone seemed so--hard to read. Not knowing was the hardest part. He can't detect friend from foe anymore. Angels are coming for him and he has absolutely nowhere to hide during this storm.

His head bows and his eyes find the dirty bedspread from where he's seated. He doesn't want to look her in the eyes. She's a form of shelter at this point. Too many of his angels are looking for him. Before he found her he barely escaped an encounter with another brother with his head intact. He was stabbed with an angel blade, but it didn't do what the angel believed it would do. It simply made Castiel bleed and his movements slowed. He wasn't pushed from his human host and killed. He just bled. It was too real and he was too fragile to be on his own when so many of his own kind wanted to kill him. ]

You're a demon and right now I'm a human. Tricking you would only end in certain death for me. [ He wants to get away from her hand, but he finds that without his grace things are different. Human sensations and feelings are so much more real for Castiel. Hunger, pain, pleasure, and anything else. It all sort of seemed amplified now that he was without his grace. He could fully appreciate the way things tasted and the way things hurt. ] I'm only here to find a port in this storm. My brethren are circling for my head. I'm tempted to let them have it after everything, but it would only fuel their angry bloodlust more.

And you came to my port.

[ she doesn't move her hand from his face. to find that he's a fallen angel, turned human, the lowest form his kind can be, abaddon's not quite sure how to turn this in her favour. the angels won't leave her alone if she threatens to cut off his head; he'd said it himself, a storm was coming for him, and it wasn't one to protect him from the big, bad knight. ]

[ angels were always so righteous, anyway. to go for a fallen leaves a little bit of a bad taste in abaddon's mouth. being human's punishment enough, isn't it? ]

[ she's a little miffed that he knows she's a demon. but, perhaps, he doesn't know who she is — and while, otherwise, she'd feel offended by him not knowing who she is, she can use this to her advantage. it's a pity she can't quite connect the dots for him; she could quite easily use him being important to the winchesters to her advantage, as well. (and he could use them to his advantage, too.) ]

While I think the term demon is a little harsh, did you really think I'd play knight to your damsel that easily?

[ and her fingers come to grip his chin hard. abaddon has come to a future where every finger is crossed behind one's back. angels didn't lie, but, then again, they didn't tell the truth when it would be in their favour not to, either. ]

[ Going to a demon for help seemed impossible. It's Castiel's last ditch effort are staying alive. He knows how vulnerable he is as a human. Any angel could pick him off if they wanted. They no longer have the ability to catch him off guard due to their wings being burnt off, but they do have the element of surprise. They've circled people and chosen vessels immediately. He can't see past the vessel any longer. He can't see beyond hers either. It's easy to forget that she could just as easily break him like his brothers and sisters. She held his life in her hands and he was making a very big leap by even bothering to come to her. It's a testament to how far Castiel has truly fallen from his old ways. It makes him ache. ]

I came to the most powerful piece on the chessboard. [ Demons have egos a mile long in his experience. Appealing to that has never hurt. It's always seemed to help with Meg and Crowley. The others have usually been dealt with. ] If you don't wish to help then I can easily leave you to your own devices. [ He didn't want to grovel for help, but he figured she was on the fast track to making him do so. She would do anything to break the angel she had in her possession and he was smart enough to realize that. She wasn't just going to roll over and play protector for him. Certainly not to someone with his reputation.

So far what he's verbally told her has been that he's an angel of the Lord with connections. A former one, but still he has use. When she pulls on his face like that he wants to fight her. He wants to shove her away and expel her from her body, but he can't. ] Because--my name is Castiel. If you're smart--which I believe you are then you already know my use. What I know and who I know could benefit you greatly. Helping me is in your best interests.

[ she continues to grip his chin, but the strength of her hold lessens considerably. after all, it's not every day that a knight piece has the king in their hands. ]

[ the stroke of her ego does help by a mile, too. ]

[ he does have a point, though. he's useful. castiel is a name that evokes such a range of emotions, from those of his own kind — anger and pity — to those whom he now serves. tossing a fallen angel to the side would be of poor choice. abaddon knows she can easily make an example out of him, a warning to his brothers and sisters that they may have been able to defeat her brothers and sisters, but they'll never defeat her (despite the fact that they very well have the ability to do so, but her determination will keep her going). but considering the nature of his relationships with other certain pieces, abaddon's willing to make an exception and forego the knee-jerk reaction of sending out a warning — and an invitation for a two-front war. ]

And your hunters won't follow the footsteps of your beloved brethren? [ she tilts her head just a little, surveying his face, looking for a tell. ] Leave Little Red to the Big, Bad Wolf?

[ castiel can talk himself up, but abaddon hasn't seen the way in which he interacts with the hunters. do they value him as much as he'd like her to believe? she's starting to think so, but hearing him say it would be the icing on the cake for her evening. ]

I do share a profound bond with them. Dean and I were in Purgatory together. I pulled him from Hell. I pulled his brother from the Cage. I took Sam's mental instability in his time of need. [ His interactions with the Winchesters are usually filled with quite a bit of bloodshed. He's bled more times for the Winchesters than he can count sometimes. It's hard not to fall into that pattern with them though. They were the ones to inspire Castiel to stand up against Heaven. They inspired him to rebel because they chose something that Cas could never fully grasp as an angel. They chose freewill and family. Freewill isn't something to be taken lightly either. Cas has come to realize this more often than he's comfortable with.

He's forced to look at her, but at this point he wouldn't look away. He knows what's happening right now. It's a competition of sorts. Who is the strongest. Though technically at this point it'd be her. Castiel is vulnerable and now very fragile in this state. She has all the power in the world over him, but he's not going to slink into his shell because she's manhandling him. If anything he'll hold his head higher and lean in closer. He's brave and stupid a lot of the time. A trait that hasn't completely been washed out of him after all the stuff he's been through. ]

I'm valuable. [ He swallows hard and has to find the will to say what he has to next. Everything about this makes his entire being feel unclean. He's walking a dangerous path that he's well aware of. His partnership with Crowley was supposed to be his last mingling with a demon, but then came Meg. Meg made sense, but this didn't. Still it offered protection. ] And I'm yours if you can keep me safe. [ The boys are resourceful, but defending against thousands of angels isn't something he wants to put them in the middle of. It's selfish and he's trying not to go down that road again. ]

[ and it seems as though she really did have the most powerful piece on the board right between her thumb and forefinger. abaddon couldn't help the triumphant grin forming on her face. ]

[ while she's not ignorant of the fact that castiel is a wanted angel, and all those damn angels have fallen from the skies and now have nothing but vengeance on the brain, she's very well aware that if she holds castiel, she becomes a target, too. she doesn't particularly want any angels coming knocking on her door again. but, if she can, somehow, bargain with them, offer them the thing they want most, then perhaps she'll gain herself pure immunity. it's a thought. and it's the thought that counts. ]

Can you get me Crowley? [ it's her way of saying fine without so much as saying the words. castiel's smart; he can read between the lines. but he can also probably read that if he can't guarantee her the salesman, then their truce might be a little on the flaky side. ]

[ but something tells her he can. and will. and those damn boys, if they care for him as much as it seems they do, since abaddon's seen, firsthand, dean's love for his brother, someone he wouldn't let anyone he didn't trust near to help in his time of need, then they've definitely got a deal. ]

[ the one thing they'll ever truly agree on is that castiel is valuable. and abaddon's damn well pleased with the worth of him. ]

[ He's unaware of Crowley's status. The last Castiel saw of him was in the church. Beyond that he didn't know what had happened to him. There was one thing that Cas did know though and that was Dean. He knew Dean's resourcefulness and his desire to turn the tables on the demons. He would have wanted to keep Crowley close at hand to get information from him. Sam's not the torturing type, but Dean was a torturer in Hell. Castiel had seen first hand what Dean looked like after falling prey to that down there. He tried to ignore it, but he couldn't. It was always there below the surface. If he could extract information from Crowley then he'd keep him close. Alive. Unchanged. It's what Castiel would do if put in that situation. ]

I believe I can. Dean's most likely using him for information of sorts. I don't believe he's in any position to stand in your way. [ The way she says his name leads him to believe she's not on the best terms with him. Castiel understood that desire to kill the man. Him and Crowley have been dancing around the idea of killing one another for a long time now. Ever since their alliance for the souls. Crowley was "screwed over" in that deal and Castiel walked away with ultimate power. Unfortunately that power was gone now, but Crowley's hatred for Cas isn't.

He's not sure if he's overly fond of the idea of going head to head with Crowley if that's what she wants. Crowley was responsible for Meg's death though and maybe it was important that he dealt with that. ] Though I have no problems with you killing him. He's not my--[ He pauses to search for how he wants to phrase it. Dean had a million and one ways for how he would. Cas simply had what he could remember. ] biggest fan. I "screwed him over" previously. Ever since then he's wanted revenge. He's been nothing, but a thorn. If you wish to kill him then I can help.

Edited 2013-10-17 10:52 (UTC)

[ it's not shocking that he speaks like him. ]

[ but she's a little surprised by how castel's apparently screwed him over. it implies an alliance between the two, a tentative bridge built between heaven and hell. abaddon's not quite sure how she feels about it, that the king of hell continues to act as a salesman. but, then again, isn't that what she's doing? ]

Crowley's head on a platter sounds ideal to me. [ more than ideal. she'll hang it on a pike outside of her kingdom in hell to make an example of the lowlifes thinking they're better than they truly are. ] But what I do with him is none of your concern.

[ they're not on equal footing. she wants him to understand that right here and now. ]

[ without much thought, abaddon lets go of castiel's chin. she walks a few spaces away, back to him, a mistake that she's certain she won't pay the price of today, before turning around towards him. ] But he's with Dean. [ good. that's one step closer to getting the little rat. two birds with one stone; abaddon really does love being efficient. ]

[ Castiel wouldn't stand in her way to destroy Crowley. He had no real use to Cas. There was a chance that Dean would be upset with him if his information was cut off, but he'd be able to move past it. Castiel wasn't too keen on upsetting his friend, but things are working with a delicate balance right now. He's human and he's got a million targets painted on his back. No amount of running and hiding with Dean will help him. They'll find a way to locate him. They always find a way. They're built to be resourceful and to not give up. They blame him for their current situation and revenge is a word that angels know very well. Castiel needs her help if he's going to survive at all. She's his last hope and he's desperate enough to overlook a few things.

When she moves away he feels better. He feels more balanced. He steps back to sit on the bed and places his hands at his sides. They grip the edge of the mattress and he focuses on her back. He doesn't want to look away from her right now. It's a sign of weakness. He may be weak right now, but he doesn't want to slap her in the face with this information. Though she already probably believes this without a single doubt. He'd rather not cement that fact to her. He'll keep his head up and his eyes on her. ]

Whether he's alive or dead is not something I'm aware of. If he is alive then Dean will most likely make sure he stays that way. [ His shoulders feel heavy. His whole body feels different. It's probably because of his change in clothing, but that sounds silly to him. For years he was in Jimmy Novak's clothes and he never had to change. These days he has what he acquired at the laundromat. He had to give up the bloody and tattered remains of of his past. ] Do I pass? Will you help?

[ abaddon quite likes the height difference; she's above while he's below. it's quite the turn of the tables. ]

[ she wishes there was a way to find out whether the salesman was alive or not. but she can't have all the pieces to the puzzle at once, can she? she knows he's definitely in dean's care. dean wouldn't toss up a vital playing chip like crowley, despite her hunting him down as viciously as she is. but what she can't guarantee, not even with dean's little fallen rat, is whether or not he's simply a meatsuit with a soul or no soul at all. ]

If I get what I want at the end of the day [ she walks towards him, coming to stand right in front of him. there's not much space between their legs, his knees bumping into hers. ] it'll be with flying colours. [ and she smiles, slow and drawn out. because she's the cat that caught the damn canary, even though she has yet to actually plot a way to catch it. ]

[ but with castiel on her side, however temporary it is, she'll find a way to knock down every wall dean's put up around himself to protect him and his property. ]

[ the winchesters perform a ritual. they don't have an original bone in their body, but she can't blame them, considering whom they've come from. ]

[ though, she still finds herself rather surprised when she comes face to face with a ghost in the darkened alleyway. she hadn't been expecting him; perhaps the son, the one she hasn't met, the one who shaped two men of letters legacies into the ugly shape of a hunter. she's defeated both grandsons, torn them from their feet and tossed them into the brick walls, hard enough to split the cement keeping the blocks together. ]

[ abaddon twists her upper body with a smile. taking one step, then two, she stops. there is incredible distance between them, but abaddon can see every twitch of his muscles, every line showing his age on his face. henry winchester has a baby face, with smooth skin, unmarked; he's not a hunter, not like his descendants, and that, in a way, both thrills and disappoints her. pulling him apart will be as much fun as when she gets to his grandsons. ]

You Winchesters refuse to die. [ she smirks, takes one step before pausing again. it's a game of push and pull, of red light and green light. her gaze moves over him slowly, from his feet to his face. ] I admire that.

Abaddon.

[The way he says it must be reminiscent of that first time he'd uttered her name to her. He remembers standing there with his grandsons, warning them of her, only to have the knight show them exactly why she was worth being warned about.

Winchester's fists clench at his side. He's never been a fighter, never had the occasion, and in that time, he'd come to know the face in front of him is supposed to be the same. Josie isn't made to house someone like Abaddon, she isn't made to fight like this. Her and Henry were going to be Letters and they were going to pass on the knowledge, and that was the plan

So much for the plan. Henry tries not to feel weak, but his limbs just don't want to respond like they should.]

You'll pardon me if I'm not flattered to know that. Now, if you don't mind, I'd very much appreciate if you could surrender my good friend.

[As if he's in any position to argue.]

[ she does quite like the sound of her name coming from him. henry. he'd looked upon her once with such softness, such kinship, that she sometimes thinks she misses the guise of josie. if only she had waited a little longer, had been able to twist the knife just a little tighter into his back before blowing her cover and trying to cut the heads off of the several headed snake. the men of letters were easy to kill; Winchesters, she's finding, are not. ]

[ she crosses her arms against her chest. arching her brow, she looks upon him with amusement apparent in the shape of her lips. ] And whom would that be? [ she can't quite help the smirk. out of place, out of time; henry winchester will, always, be years too late. ] All your good friends are dead.

[ abaddon is still recruiting. both meatsuits and demons, the queen doesn't stop her search simply because the white knights had ruined her plan of entrapment a few months ago. she had expected as much. the boys were fun to play with, and for them to simply fall into her palm would've been boring. ]

[ them falling had caused a slight change in her plans. while she still recruited both meatsuits and demons, she had every intention of eliminating the threat of that angel on the white's side. a new location means the dance is different, and abaddon is quite looking forward to how the steps will change. the hotel unit is one she knows the boys had been at previously, perhaps a few weeks prior, even months to a year. the carpark is empty, sans two cars, one the impala and one belonging presumably to the man she'd smacked the head off of earlier. ]

[ she managed to lure him away from his brother, or the angel; whatever he really was, he was the boy king no longer. her expendable demons were dealing with him, trying to ravel him up in a spider's web so tight he couldn't angel himself out of it, while she lured her favourite hunter a few apartments away. she had laughed as she walked, hair whipping around as she glanced over her shoulder. he'd been running after her, anger pinching his face in such an attractive way she couldn't quite help throwing her head up before turning, walking backwards. she easily bests him when he's close to her, spinning him around, pinning an arm behind his back. even if he says give, she won't. ]

[ their fight turns physical; almost like a dance. ]

[ sam and the demons are in an alleyway while they're dancing out in the carpark, right in the middle of the day, right in the centre of the dancefloor. they'd danced in a circle; through an alleyway and back, just where they had started to simply end. abaddon has him on his knees again — or almost. dean winchester is as stubborn as a mule. he does not bend when and where she wants him to, but merely fights against her, back curved as she tried to snap him in half as if he were a twig. ]

[ but him, being the ass that he is, fought back. and where he did not break, he pushed. and they ended up tumbling into the motel room, door bursting open, the top of it breaking from its hinge, as they seemed to spin before one of them seemed to bend at the knee and fall. ]

[ she's underneath him, for the first time since they began their squabbles. her hands break free of their tight grip of his arms, coming up to fall back, bending at the wrists. she looks as though a fallen angel, her arms being her wings, but the image falls away quickly with a tight curl of her palm at the back of his neck. ]

It's not nice to knock a girl down.

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