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Good Omens x Supernatural - For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood
To be honest, I'm getting sick of the actual show. But the fic is still good, you know?
Title: For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood
Summary: I just thought Aziraphale + Castiel = Cracky times! That's all. Supernatural canon through 4.16 (because that's all I've watched so far.) Spoilers for Good Omens. G, 400 words
The Angel Castiel, of the Fourth Principality, North America, has done a terrible job of closing out the local Apocalypse. People died, for Heaven's sake! It's been a debacle from the moment they started choosing vessels, which is why Heaven ordered this investigation in the first place.
Aziraphale, Angel of the Third Principality, Europe, had been invited to aid them, since he'd had such success dealing with the last Antichrist situation. And now, for first time in centuries, he finds himself wishing he needed sleep. Sleep means that the day is over and he would give anything for this frustration to just end.
"You let him grow up? Without doing anything?"
"I was Commanded."
I doubt that. Aziraphale had been Commanded to 'let the boy grow without taking direct action' -- significantly different than a blanket 'do nothing'.
Leaving aside that they'd lost the actual Antichrist and that it had still worked out fine, he cannot understand how one can sit on one's thumbs and simply wait for Armageddon. Aziraphale wonders once again if, three hundred years ago, someone cast a curse on the Americas that stole every last shred of independent spirit from its angels and gave it all to its humans.
Deliver me from Americans, oh Lord.
"Look, did you or did you not understand that your function as a Principality was to manage the duties of the North American garrisons and protect the souls of this nation?"
"Of course I understood."
"And you believe that you fulfilled your function? Completed your part in the Divine Plan?" He knows that this far from the impartial inquiry that it should be, but something about Castiel's deadpan voice and piercing stare has unsettled him. He half expects a sharp retort about the best laid plans, but Castiel only says,
"Yes."
Aziraphale huffs in disbelief. "To the best of your abilities?"
There is no change in Castiel's tone or expression when next he speaks, but Aziraphale can taste the sarcasm in his words.
"Have you met the Winchester brothers?"
Title: For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood
Summary: I just thought Aziraphale + Castiel = Cracky times! That's all. Supernatural canon through 4.16 (because that's all I've watched so far.) Spoilers for Good Omens. G, 400 words
The Angel Castiel, of the Fourth Principality, North America, has done a terrible job of closing out the local Apocalypse. People died, for Heaven's sake! It's been a debacle from the moment they started choosing vessels, which is why Heaven ordered this investigation in the first place.
Aziraphale, Angel of the Third Principality, Europe, had been invited to aid them, since he'd had such success dealing with the last Antichrist situation. And now, for first time in centuries, he finds himself wishing he needed sleep. Sleep means that the day is over and he would give anything for this frustration to just end.
"You let him grow up? Without doing anything?"
"I was Commanded."
I doubt that. Aziraphale had been Commanded to 'let the boy grow without taking direct action' -- significantly different than a blanket 'do nothing'.
Leaving aside that they'd lost the actual Antichrist and that it had still worked out fine, he cannot understand how one can sit on one's thumbs and simply wait for Armageddon. Aziraphale wonders once again if, three hundred years ago, someone cast a curse on the Americas that stole every last shred of independent spirit from its angels and gave it all to its humans.
Deliver me from Americans, oh Lord.
"Look, did you or did you not understand that your function as a Principality was to manage the duties of the North American garrisons and protect the souls of this nation?"
"Of course I understood."
"And you believe that you fulfilled your function? Completed your part in the Divine Plan?" He knows that this far from the impartial inquiry that it should be, but something about Castiel's deadpan voice and piercing stare has unsettled him. He half expects a sharp retort about the best laid plans, but Castiel only says,
"Yes."
Aziraphale huffs in disbelief. "To the best of your abilities?"
There is no change in Castiel's tone or expression when next he speaks, but Aziraphale can taste the sarcasm in his words.
"Have you met the Winchester brothers?"