episode notions
Mar. 17th, 2012 08:46 pmRandom.
· Sam finds reference in G’s books to graciam animamque in unum angelum
· S asks G (at Castiel’s prompting?) for his opinion on teaming up with
· Raphael: Cas can re-open the sluices but he needs an archangel to finish it, and needs to visit Heaven, and thinks he ought to find Raphael for other reasons. Cas in particular is wary of this. Gabriel assures him that R will probably tear hima new one, but he won’t kill me. And he will help me. Cas tries to phrase it delicately. Raphael is… bitter. In a way that means ‘insane and dangerous’. “Then he needs me too.”
· At some point he should have to actively fight for someone, skin to skin. Something that is a little stronger than humans (so a match for him physically), can see through illusions. Not another trickster, but something else that looks on humans as entertainment (and food).
· [this is probably sequel material] Argument with Gabriel, or rather, being hauled over the coals by a pissed-off archangel about what he’s doing to Cas, and where Cas will end if Dean doesn’t man up and give him something back, that being allowed back into heaven isn’t some magical happy ending for Cas and that Dad is still a no-show and Dean needs to pick up his act. Dean can’t face the thought of turning Cas into future-Cas and had no idea that Cas back in heaven wasn’t perfect for him. “I can’t, Gabriel. He’s… an angel.” Wrong answer. Snarl, “What, my little brother not good enough for the Self-Righteous Man, Winchester? Just another monster, like Kali was? Like me? Tell me, what were you planning to do with him once you’d finished pumping him for Apocalypse info? Crispy-fry him to rid the world of another non-human?” D punches him (but G rolls with it, lets it hurt him rather than breaking D’s hand, doesn’t go stony because this has to be as equals, and that’s a crucial moment of trust, of him as one of the team despite yelling and throwing punches, not some smug superior bastard). Manages eventually to articulate something about him being so pure, “and me? I can’t touch him. You know what I am.” Looking at him strangely: “Cas knows what you are. He pulled you off the rack and rebuilt you from the inside out.” “Cas can’t see, too determined to believe the best. You know.” “Bullshit, Winchester.”
· C&D:
o [love, but assumes you don’t] You were wrong, but I’ll forget if you like. Pause, ‘No’, but the room is empty.
o
Books
Sam Winchester, c/o Robert Singer.
so old Harry really did a number on england’s libraries. also kind of a germ freak. you know, for the 16th century. saw him yesterday having a hissy fit over hygiene standards in the palace kitchens. seems to think kitchen boys should actually wear clothes, and only piss in the fireplaces that don’t actually have food in them. oh, and, books. guaranteed pre-anglican. told you post-dissolution collectors useless. john ap rhys very bribable. Singer, they’re delicate, please restrain your paranoia re. curses or traps or whatever. call your pet trenchcoat if you must check. go wild, guys!
cannibalised, chopped up or destroyed. Sends them in a big crate to Sam Winchester c/o Bobby Singer at Singer Salvage. Mostly demonology or ortherwise useful, but also a few just because of the beautiful thoughts. Letters between M Beaufort and her son while he was in hiding on the continent, hidden in her book of hours? Signed G. Bobby rings Sam to tell him and ask him who G is who sends him books from the middle ages. Dissolution lost a lot of lore, as it was even more likely to go than Catholic texts.
So, not dead, huh?
Rumours of my death may be slightly exaggerated. You know Crowley’s keeping tabs on you?
Bradwardine.
To Bradwardine he comes in the likeness of his confessor as he is dying. Whom Brd has instructed to keep his distance - but G’s eyes are the wrong colour. Ecce seruus fidissimus meus: behold my most faithful servant. To Bradwardine he speaks Latin, to Margery Kempe Midle English, work the translations into the text. Your grace/Archbishop/Father. Pater venerabilis in Christo: most reverend father in God and my most gracious lord. Reverentissimus Pater in Deo et dominus meus dilectus, penitentiarius/confessarius tibi sum.
B: Dicit Dante italicus quod “gli angeli sono”... (eternal and unchanging). Sed “Deus creavit coelum et terram”- create things, you are a creature.
Cadere possunt angeli.
Ascendere possunt homines.
Sequitur (or whatever the formal debate term is).
Thomas Engayne and Thomas Roscelyn:
This is directly after he finds out Cas is alive (and human).
Civil wars, brother against brother (“You wander away for a year or two an suddenly they slam the door in your face.”) Note the ‘can’t we all just get along’ - his pagan family was squabbling too, Kali turning on Mercury.
T&T find the name Gabriel an unlikely one. He points out how boring their system is by listing their pedigrees (Joh, John, John, Vitalis, John, John, and some Joans), and that ther’re soon to have their third Edward in a row, and by the way, his oldest and HIS oldest will be named Edward. At least my father was a little more... creative. smirk.
or: Your father named you for an angel? Your father named your older brother for an evangelist, and you for the man who doubted.
He is now a pacifist - will not lift his sword against angel or human. “Yeah, nothing takes the joie du fer out of you like drawing against your own brother. Then being skewered on his.”
At the end they set out to try to reach
I have a brother, younger brother, didn’t really know him before I left my fauther’s house. But he is become… something extraordinary. And it wasn’t until I saw him, saw what a man could be, that I realised how [far I have fallen? weak/wrong I am?]. That is hard to forgive. And makes for reallly awkward dinnertime conversation. (needs the courage to face him)
Directly after this is the first time he attempts to speak directly to Cas.
Arguing with Sam.
Directly before going to see Margery. Sam tells G he will say yes to the devil. (The following dialogue is in no order.)
“Don’t you do that, Samuel Winchester.”
Sam darkens, thinking it means G doesn’t believe in him like Cas does.
“You do not want Lucifer in there.” “Yeah, well, it’s either Lucifer or you, and guess what? You’re not showing.” “I can’t fly, Sam. I’m stuck. Useless. Remember? There’snot a damned thing I could do if I tried.” Pause, then, his voice simultaneously intrigued and horrified, “Wait, you’d say yes to me?” “But you haven’t even tried, have you?”
“Enough with the bitching about not being an all-powerful archangel anymore, okay? Dean and Bobby and I don’t have any superpowers. Hell, Cas is a mess and can’t even point a gun straight, and he’s still fighting. And it’s not like anything we point at Lucifer is going to hurt anyway. Short of, oh, I don’t know, the blade of an archangel.” “What, I should mail it by special courier?” “Wait, what? You have your sword? You’ve had it all along?” explodey sam. At some point G waxes sarcastic about not flinging himself delihtedly into their little band of pointless sacrifice.
“I can’t get you out of the cage, Sam. Not even at the top of my game, trickster and archangel together. It’s beyond me.” “Yeah, well, guess what, big guy. If you’d stepped up to the plate earlier, it wouldn’t have come to this.” Shaky breathing for a moment, then the line goes dead.
[G goes to visit Margery. Sam goes to Detroit.]
Margery Kempe (Tears?).
Margery - affective piety. Highly sensual, not sexual. She heals his wings. He appears as a slim white figure, bathed in light, as she expects. but where are his wings? My wings are broken, Margery. Burnt out by the morning star. Show me. How could God allow it? I know not – he does not speak to me. She weeps for him. His wings are the colour of human tears.
Rescuing Sam (Unfurled?).
G has his wings back and uses them to fly to sam and dean. he is not seen, the scene runs as we see it. but he dives, an manages to pull Sam and Adam out. Adam is damaged enough that he goes back to heaven (or, Michael rewarded him by releasing him before, and he was never at the cemetery). This is from Sam’s pov. Lucifer tosses Sam up to G. G’s wings end up charred (but not destroyed), and he is exhausted, though no completely. Sam prays Cas down [or G does]. NewCas fixes G and restores his grace. This is not the end, though, because that is in no one’s granting but his own: arbirary rewards do not make an answer. At the time Cas talked to Dean and left he didn’t know G had been there. G promises to tell Dean,appears to him in a dream. Gabriel not sure if he’s hanging about, though he possibly turns up a couple of days later for a hooray-no-more-apocalypse booze-party with sam.
Scene:
S&G being all emotional. Probably some post-adrenalin making out, or just one kiss. G confesses to putting Cas back together and putting them on the airplane and detoxing Sam. Sam says that according to Joshua, God did that.G absolutely thrown, stares, stares more, open mouth and words grind to a halt on the way out, gets up, walks away, freezes. no, I did it. But I shouldn’t have been able to do it. I wasn’t watching Castiel when he died, I just suddenly knew, and I tried to fix it and I shouldn’t have been able to but I could, it worked. hits tree with his fist, then slams hispalm into it. “Dad, you sneaky fucking bastard.” eyes shining far too bright, breath ragged. Don’t you see? none of us should have been able to do any of it. In the panic room, Sam, I couldn’t just snap it out of you, I had to concentrate, it took time and thought and contact. and you, fighting off famine. and Lucifer, Sam, you tried and you couldand it shouldn’t have been possible but you made it possible. And getting through to Dean in the green room, and Dean getting himself out of that funk because he had to, because he wanted to, because of you, and killed Zachariah and not getting his eyes burnt out, and Cas, again and again and he should have been dead twenty times over. he was helping, Sam. he wasn’t doing things, he was helping us do things. letting us make the script. letting you decide. giving us strength to do it when we really needed it. Sam, Sam, he hasn’t abandoned us, he’s letting us grow the fuck up.
picture of joy. dirty, dishevelled, one shoe lost, head thrown back and burnt wings and arms thrown out to embrace the world, shouting to the sky, “Castiel, get your pert little ass down here.” when he does, hugs him fierce and joyous with everything he has, telling him, you featherbrain, looking for Dad in all the wrong places. Should have been looking in His image. Point to Sam. Them, you prize idiot. It’s where you always came closest.
G kneels to C. but he must also hug him, comforting, consoling, grounding. Oh, little brother. What have they done to you?
“Lucy’s a vindictive bastard with a chip on his shoulder the size of
Before Cas leaves: “Oh, and Castiel? If you don’t work out this epic silent love thing you and Dean have going on in the next week, I’m turning you into a bloody ostrich.” Attempt at puzzled frown marred by faint blush. G points at him. “Don’t make me smack you.”
G&C must exchange forgiveness and compassion
Dean’s dream.
When G enters D is having a bad dream. G turns up, declares, ‘well, this is no fun’ and changes it to something more appropriate. Possibly a strip club. Or a shopping mall, declaring he needs a soda. Or a coffee shop in
First thing is “where are you”, then is incredulous at him and smacks him about for going back to Lisa. Blink blink. “Well, that’s pretty damned selfish.” Prize, and a consolatino prize at that? “Who do you think you are, Harry bloody Potter with his trophy girl for the end of the war?” “Look, screw you, okay? Sammy wanted this.” “Oh, and if Sammy thought it was a good idea to go jump into a great big hole in the ground with the devil, would you – wait, don’t answer that.”Twinkle which saves him from a punch in the face, not quite cruel and almost – happy? “And what about my little brother? You think she’d thank you for going all googly-eyed at an angel every time he decided to flutter by? Hardly seems fair on the girl.” “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, Gabriel. He’s an angel. Pretty sure there’s rules against it.” “Pfft, Sodom and Gomorrah? Please. That was about raping angels. Bound to get the big guy upset. Also violating hospitality laws, and do you know how much enforcement those needed back in the day? Pretty much all Zeus did, when he wasn’t chasing down virgins shaped like an animal, was sneak about in disguise and smite people who didn’t treat him like a proper guest. Doesn’t say anything about not having epic (mockmocmockstaring matches lasting two years). Or about a little man-on-man action either, before you bring up that old chestnut.”
“Sammy’s changed his mind.”
Doesn’t specify that he pulled him out, just that he is out, intact, and where he is.
Dean wakes up, leaves, is absolutely furious at Cas and prays him firmly down so he can smack HIM about for not telling him and going on about what dean wanted. This lets them resolve things. Hooray.
Dean in gaol.
also dean needs to end up in gaol at some point and dean rings gabriel for a gaol break. and he turns up and mocks hum a lot.
Gabriel laughed and laughed.
Dean scowled into his phone. “I hate you.”
“Oh, you adore me. It’s my roguish charm and my unquestionable gaol-breaking skills.”
tell me again why you got arrested?
why me and not little bro? [cas busy, not always answering prayer, and out of range of phone] [g thoughtful re. heaven civil war, even though dean carefully avoids throwing it at him.]
[you know you can pray to me now right? i will hear. seriously. if you’re in a tight spot, yell. yes, well, you’re good for laughs.]
poofs them over to where sam is fighting lots of demons with the knife. “Put that knife away, kid, before you hurt someone.” [or, “is this a private party or can anyone join in?”] poofexorcismandhealingofvessels, puts them to sleep, soothes their memories so it looks like a bad dream and sends them to their beds.
at the end of which he goes back to heaven, reasoning at dean that if his besotted boyfriend is too busy to be dancing attendance on him it’s probably time he stuck his nose in the door.
something that makes dean tell him he is messed up something fierce. possibly ‘you amuse me so much that I’d [exaggerated claim which translates as ‘yes, I actually do care’] to keep you about’ which somehow turns into dean telling him he’s practically part of the family.
ends with gabriel and sam doubled over laughing at something g did, dean scowling and trying not to laugh. “Dude, you are so not funny.” “Sweetcheeks, I’m hilarious and you love me.” wink, ridiculous leer, renewed gales from sam at the look on dean’s face. sam, not in a hole, alive and leaning back in his chair, one bare foot kicked forward against the table, ridiculous hair falling over his hand as he covered his face and laughed with a freedom he hadn’t had for years. And yes, okay, Dean could give Gabriel that.
At some point G tells C that he has been looking for Father in the wrong places, hunting physically. Where should he be looking then? In His image, featherbrain.
Once they are all settled as a family, Castiel’s standard greeting upo entering a room is to kiss G & D on the mouth and Sam (as he objected to mouth and it made Dean make a face) on the hair or forehead. He finds it more natural than human verbal greetings or a wave, as the human equivalent to angelic grace-brushing (varying in intimacy and affection as necessary).
Sam can see G’s new half-human wings without difficulty. normal humans would fin them painfully dazzling due to the grace shining through (Gabriel’s soulful grace is gold, not white, C’s a deeper bronze) but not blinding. This is helpful in hunting, esp. demons, as they cannot abide the brightness and flee, weakened, leaving their vessels unharmed (and G is perfectly capable of capturing them as they flee and banishing them.)
Sam and G circling each other.
Once, G traps S in a revolving door. Hooray, enclosed spaces that are all corner - but who backs the other into them?
learning to be brothers
cas sitting on the edge of something on the other side of teh world contemplating, chin resting on interlaced hands. gabriel poofs in next to him, sits down beside him (a little above)
"hey there hot stuff, whatcha doing?"
"I was sitting quietly by myself and thinking."
"What's with that anyway? I want angel cuddles, and you're the only one handy. So, scoot up." settling a wing comfortably around his shoulders.
"You are strange and exasperating."
"And you're one to talk."