I Hear The Angels Talking

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“I’m the one who gripped you tight and raised you
from perdition” -Castiel

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Mercy - OneRepublic Angel of MercyHow did you find me?Where...

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Angel of Mercy
How did you find me?
Where did you read my story?
Pulled from the papers
Desperate and hardened
seeking a momentary fix.

I’ll do my best.

Mon, 21 May 2012 18:11:21 -0400

I’ll do my best.

Desperate measures || Jason & Castiel

Mon, 21 May 2012 18:03:00 -0400

winchester-by-association:

It had taken a long while but eventually Jason had learnt to wrap his mind around the new and beyond all accounts crazy situation that had landed in his lap not to long after arriving in Mystic Falls. He’d had to deal with learning that monsters were real and that his father (from what he’d dug up and sussed out himself along the way) was hip to the ideology of demons, vampires and everything else evil, supernatural and otherwise. He was okay with all that now and frankly found the whole idea of it pretty logical. Bad things happened, good people died and disasters occurred. It was easy to believe in evil and the agents of hatred, but this was beyond what he could bring himself to believe. Angels were the new flavour of the week. Angels - the supposed good guys, who represented peace and all things righteous with their white fluffy wings and good grace. Jason couldn’t bring himself to contend with the concept that they were real, not with everything wrong that occurred in the world, not with the crap that went down in Minnesota the night his mom was murdered by those things. Where the heck were the angels that night? He had always been a nice kid, good mannered and his mom had made him say his prayers as a child before bed. He attended church most of his life as well, but were was God when the horror show moved into his neighbourhood huh? The man upstairs was absent; missing and uncaring like Jason’s father. He left his mom to fend for her son alone and God left his mom to perish. It was a parallel that couldn’t be denied in Jason’s heart. Two things he believed in had let him down and it was Jason that had to pay the ultimate price.

That was what his stubbornness was born of he reckoned, for Castiel seemed like a stand-up guy. Alright he was a little awkward and as stiff as a wooden plank, but he was at least nice and above all understanding of the situation Jason found himself in. Hell, Castiel even saw passed Jason’s disguise and called him out with his true identity almost immediately, so maybe he wasn’t full of crap. It was just surreal beyond belief to think that angels were real. Who could blame the kid after all? He was traumatized. Not to mention Castiel wasn’t exactly the hallmark representation of what angels were traditionally portrayed. Since when did one of the Lords messengers wear a trench coat and look like a Tax-broker? Regardless, he would have to get over the details and see the bigger picture for what it was. Maybe this was a sign. Castiel knew him, knew of his sorted past and possibly knew a lot about his family and therefore his brothers. Maybe Castiel was the very answer he had been searching for in this damnable town.

Jason looked up at the sky high above earth. It was cool tonight, the moon high in the vast dark sky and stars speckled the blanket of deep blue like diamonds high above watching the scenery that lay peaceful below. His breath was visible as he breathed out, prepping his words before they were spoke. He felt foolish for calling out for help. It had never worked before. Angels had never miraculously answered his silent prayers or located him when he was in dire need of help at any point before but now.. maybe now an angel had in fact noticed him of its own free will was a sign that things were changing. Jason was important for some purpose. He closed his eyes gently and let his hands drop to his sides before he opened his mouth to speak.

“Castiel. Are you there? If you are man, just give me some sort of sign. I believe you and want your help if you’re still willing to offer it.” He stood silent for a brief moment before one eye opened followed a couple of seconds later by the other as he slowly took a look around. The earth was still and quiet with nothing but the breeze rustling the leaves in the trees that stood tall nearby. Jason’s lips tightened in frustration and his cheeks flushed red as he waited. He was embarrassed and slightly annoyed that he’d really put his faith in something again and nothing had occurred. His brow narrowed now and his eyes shut again, this time squeezed tight, as he prepared to call out once more. One more time, he thought, and then we’re calling it a night because you look ridiculous. He rolled his shoulders (as if the action would help ready him) and then tried again,

“Cas, please. I’m begging you to just talk to me again. I know you can help me. Look I’ll even get on my knees and pray if that’s what you want.. I’m sorry for doubting you.. But that won’t happen again just.. I donno, show up and talk to me again, at least.”

If things hadn’t been complex enough with the need to open a gate to Hell— to save one mere soul have you, but now there was even less of a need to open that gate to save Dean seeing as another vessel had shown up. That’s all that Adam was, wasn’t he? Just another meat suit that Michael could take on to stop Lucifer if it came down to it all, and it seemed like that was going to be the only way things were going to play out in the end. With Adam in town now, if Castiel pulled Dean from Hell and he failed once more, the consequences of and for his actions would be even more severe than they would have been before. While previously, he may have simply lost his wings (or not so simply), now… Now he was facing nothing less than an excruciatingly painful death. It wasn’t fear that he was feeling seeing as most of his actions went against what God would have wanted, or what Raphael would have wanted seeing as God was missing and that was just a mess in itself. Fear wasn’t the word he would use to describe what he was feeling, it was more like a numbness that ran through out his body and allowed him to push forward with the knowledge that his selfless actions could resound in his death. Every risk that he took, every step away from God’s will, he did it all for Dean, for the greater good of a species that thought of him as something only from the Bible, a species that had almost completely lost it’s faith in him and in his father, and still… He was bound to protect it for what it was worth.

Adam— or Jason as he would rather be known as, he wasn’t someone Castiel had counted on showing up. While it was evident that Dean was backed into a deal with Alastair, there was still more going on than he was aware of. For instance, just why he had made the deal would be a good place to start, but it seemed as if the only person who held that information was the one demon that he wanted dead, and a close encounter between the two would be unwise and not the best idea at all. But Adam was much like his half brother in the sense that Michael could use either of them as a vessel to walk amongst the humans and that in itself was enough to make Castiel pause and think about his actions once more. If Adam were here now, was it really worth him risking everything to go to Hell and pull Dean out? Granted, half of his reasoning was rather selfish. Dean was his friend before anything, his brother at arms and truthfully he would be pulling him from Hell so that he didn’t have to be that alone anymore. Sure, Sam was still around somewhere but that didn’t mean that he offered the same kind of comfort that Dean did at times and there were others around him who wanted Dean around just as badly as he had. Truly, selfish reasons.

Most of his free time was spent sat in the upper levels of the near by Church, peering down on the few that still held faith in his cause. It was scary, to see how few truly believed that there was a God out there, not that there was anymore, but it was the faith that the Angels ran off of and faith is what the Human kind was seriously lacking in. People would come in, take a knee at the alter, or sit in a pew and look up at the cross, their hands clasped together as they’d wish for the health of a loved one to improve, or for some kind of monetary miracle to happen. All things that he wondered if they realized were out of his control, out of God’s control really. There were Reapers that dealt with the serious death issues, there was Fate who dealt with the way things played out for individuals. If Castiel were allowed to intervene in any way, he would have helped them as best he could. But they weren’t his charge, it wasn’t their time for help. Angels, as much as others wished otherwise, really didn’t have much control over the outcome of situations. They were soldiers. They were there to do the bidding of God, to protect his most prized creation when he was unable to do so— and still they asked more of them. There must have been some kind of humor to it, Castiel was just unable to find any kind of hilarity in his brothers and sisters dying for causes that the Humans were unaware of. But this was his job, this was his station, even if it were more of a forced stance on the matter. There were Humans that he cared about, that he wished no harm to come to and he had made sure of that, but for the rest of them? Everyone was so void of faith, something to hold onto.

In the back of his mind, he could feel the twinge of someone calling his name. While it truly was unusual for people to pray to individual Angels, Castiel had come used to listening for his name. Dean and Sam called to him often when they needed him, and because of that he had become so used to listening for his name that any time it was said, he had to remind himself to realize just who was calling for him before he just went to them on a whim. It was Adam though, and in some ways, he was as much his charge as the other brothers were. Castiel let his eyebrows knit forward into somewhat of a personalized confusion as he brought his hands up to his face covering his eyes as he thought for a moment. Did he really want to interfere more than he already had? But it wasn’t like Adam was looking for a miracle or anything of the sort, he was simply looking for guidance in a time that Castiel himself needed guidance in the worst way. They said that in great times of need, what you sought out most would make itself evident to you. Maybe this was just what he needed, to face the thing or person that was making things so difficult for himself and to come to terms with what he needed to do. As he heard Adam call out his name once more, he pressed his lips together into a thin line of frustration and with an almost silent groan he appeared behind the boy, letting a calm settle over his features.

“Your presence here has made things a bit more than trying on me. But you’ve called, and I’ve come. What is it you need?” He asked, trying to keep himself together.

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This is... Unexpected.

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Sat, 12 May 2012 16:27:32 -0400

/getting off. I’m on skype. maybe. idek anymore.

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& i find it kind of funny, i find it kind of sad

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& i find it kind of funny, i find it kind of sad

“This place was supposed to be miraculous, but my water never...

Sat, 12 May 2012 02:40:14 -0400

“This place was supposed to be miraculous, but my water never turned to wine. I’ve got a really funny feeling that I’m going to Hell if I don’t make it to Heaven on time.” (♦)

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Big Jet Plane - Angus & Julia Stone

She said, hello mister
Pleased to meet ya.

5 Things We Could Have Expected From The Secret Circle Season 2:

Fri, 11 May 2012 19:52:47 -0400

silvercourt:

1. Faye will discover that having her individual magic isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Phoebe Tonkin asked Miller to give Faye a “Matilda” moment in the finale, hence her champagne celebration with Melissa — but this is television, and the celebration can’t last too long. “Next year, The Circle will be completely fractured,” Miller says. “They know what it is to be bound, they’ve struggled through being connected to people when you don’t want to be, and this next people is about being apart and finding strength that way. Faye is going to very quickly run out of ‘Matilda’ moments, because it won’t be enough, especially with Cassie and Diana having so much more power than her.”

2. The Balcoin kids are going to add a whole new element to the show. That shot of the four figures overlooking Chance Harbor was a perfect tease. So what kind of people will these new characters be? “A. Sexy, B. sexy, and C., interesting,” Miller laughs. “Those four characters are not all Balcoin. We’ll find that this goal of putting a perfect circle together won’t be as easy as Blackwell had hoped. They’ll bring some moral ambiguity to the battle between good and evil in Chance Harbor at a time when the witches that we have are at a crossroads with their own sense of right and wrong.”

They’ll be particularly intriguing to Faye. “She’ll be the lynchpin between these Balcoin kids coming in and the existing Circle. She’ll seek out the Balcoins, she’ll utilize the Balcoins and their power in a very manipulative way.”

3. Jake will take his grandfather’s note very, very seriously. “Royce was more right than anyone wanted to believe, though he was still a bit crazy. Jake is going to take up his struggle to stop the darkness from seeping into his world and the people he loves. The warning is going to position Jake to be the most badass good guy of all time. An avenging angel with the kind of anger issues that Jake has is going to be really fun to see once he faces the Balcoin kids.”

4. Adam’s vulnerabilities will bring his dark side to the surface. As Jake fights the darkness, Adam has, interestingly enough, invited it in. When we first met Adam, he was the good guy. He always did the right thing. “When push came to shove, and he went to rescue the two huge loves of his life, Cassie and Diana, he was a useless piece of s*** to Blackwell’s dark magic. It was like he was the skinny kid on the beach getting sand kicked on him by the bullies, and he sends away from the back of a comic book to be a muscle man so he can never be in that position again. They thought that he was the best guy to take care of the skull, but in fact, he was the worst. He was the most emotionally vulnerable, the most fragile, and the most susceptible to the seductive power of that skull.”

5. Grant is genuinely a nice guy… but he’s got some secrets. We love Diana’s sweet, rom-com love affair with the hot yacht guy, and though Miller tells us that Grant won’t suddenly be revealed to be an evil witch, he is involved in some shady stuff. “I couldn’t break Diana’s heart that much by turning him into a complete bad guy,” he says. “However, I can tell you that Grant works on a yacht for some guy who seems to be coming in and out of Chance Harbor more than anybody with a yacht should be coming in and out of Chance Harbor. Grant is involved with more than he’s letting on, and the people he’s working with are perhaps more interesting than you’d expect.”

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I’ll take the pain and the guilt

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I’ll take the pain and the guilt

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...And deliver us from evil // Castiel

Fri, 11 May 2012 01:10:08 -0400

nickarmstronglives:

For as long as Nick could remember, his aunt and uncle were devout Christians. He and Jake had grown up with it all their lives, and even after Jake left, it was still a prevalent theme in Nick’s life. That’s not to say Nick considered himself a Christian, no, there was way too much that didn’t mesh with him and Christianity. It meant that he was well versed in most things that encompassed Christianity, and if he had heard one thing more than any it was this; when you’re in need of something, you pray to God about it, and God will help you.

Nick was at the end of his rope. He needed one thing; and that was hope. If Nick had hope in regards to his prophecy being able to be disproved, then that was all he needed to beat it. So he was frantic, manic even in his search for even just one case of a prophecy where someone beat the odds. The witch had done it for so long that he had to stop kidding himself and resigned to the fact that it had never been done.

The blonde witch didn’t know what else to do, what direction to take as his next course of action, so he’d decided to turn to God. He didn’t exactly know why, hell, despite him dying and going to what he believed was heaven, he wasn’t sure if he still 100% believed in God, that was until Castiel came to Mystic Falls. He was a genuine angel, an angel of God, and without Nick even knowing it, his presence had awoken a dormant sense of faith in Nick.

When the clock struck midnight Nick made sure not to eat anymore, and when he woke up he made sure not to eat. He was fasting until after he left the church, and he’d left Rory’s house earlier than usual to go back to Matt’s, shower, and dress, the whole time not saying much, just going over everything his aunt and uncle had both directly and indirectly told him about God and the bible to sort of put himself into the correct mindset.

It was funny to him that although he’d been in Mystic for so long now, and he’d thought he’d probably been everywhere in the small town, he still had to google where the Catholic church was. He got to the church no problem, and stared at the building for a good 15 minutes from his car before he actually got out, and walked into the massive building. It was empty, which Nick both hoped for and expected being as how it was the middle of the day. The church obviously wasn’t the same one he’d gone to as a kid, but memories of those times flooded back to him just the same.

Feeling unworthy to even make eye contact with the giant crucifix at the head of the church, Nick walked up to the pulpit, dipped his fingers in the fountain of holy water, and drew a cross on his forehead with it quickly. The witch then kneeled before the alter, folded his hands, and bowed his head completely unsure of how to start his prayer.

“Dear God…” Nick’s voice came out low, and a little bit raw, so he started again,

“Like I said, dear God. Yeah, I’m as surprised as you are that I’m here at all. You cut me and a lot of other people I know a pretty raw deal, so you can’t really blame me for not ever having the best relationship with you. I’m not coming here to ask forgiveness though, because I don’t even think I want it.” He swallowed, “I’m here because I need your help, more than I ever have before I need you, even if it’s just the one time you ever help me for the rest of my life, I need you to help me figure out a way not to have this prophecy come to pass.” It felt weird for him, to be praying, talking to someone who he couldn’t see, and wasn’t even sure was listening at all, but it had to be done. “I don’t know why you’ve forsaken me, or maybe I wasn’t in your favor to begin with because of who I was born as, but I’m willing to do anything to keep my brother alive. I’m not asking for some grand miracle where you just wipe the prophecy from existence. That would be super sweet, but I’m not expecting it. I’m just asking you that if there is no way, that you create one, and give me…the strength or whatever to find it.”

It wasn’t his responsibility to answer prayers, and as odd as it sounded, the jobs were divided amongst the Angels. Some were assigned to charges, people who would be of great importance during their life, others were simply soldiers, and others were assigned tasks in Heaven which often left them chained to a post for as long as God sought fit. Even amongst those jobs, there was a division. There were Archangels, and then there was the simpler kind—if you could even call it that, like Castiel was. Cas lacked the power that Michael held, yet that didn’t mean that he was powerless. As of late, he had started to feel like he was nothing more than a Human with the gift of eternal life. There was a secreted rumour that was floating through out Heaven though, it was something that left him feeling barren and alone in a time when he too needed guidance but was unable to find any. God was no longer in Heaven. But something about that had never settled properly with him, because if God had been so quick to give up on what he had deemed as his most prized creation, then why would he have made it so easy for Castiel to come back down to Earth. Sure, others had noticed that he had left Heaven, but no one had come searching for him, not yet at least, and that in itself was enough to give him hope to press on with the tasks at hand. He would never throw away his faith, but there were times when he questioned himself and truly did need guidance, and there was none to be found.

Churches had always made him feel slightly better about everything. If the instillation was still in existence, then what was to say that God wasn’t watching, taking account of all those who had held on tight and stayed true to their faith in him. Seeing as Angels never needed to sleep, they never needed eat and they truly never did need any of the basic human necessities, he would find himself lurking in the Church, listening to those who came to absolve their sins, those who came to prey, those who sought out guidance that he could have easily given them. But who was he to play the role of God? No one but a rogue Angel, so he remained removed from everything, keeping his opinions on their situations to himself as he sat and watched. He knew who most were by simply looking at them, their faces and names had been implanted into his mind at a time when he had been in the good graces of Heaven, but now, they all tended to blend together. It was startling, and it took a bit more effort to separate them out, but it was a feasible task that he was determined to complete. Castiel was shaken from his thoughts as someone entered the silent Church, dulled footsteps echoed through out the empty house, and he peered down at them from the pillars above, his head cocked to the side as he listened. There was always a sense of pride when it came to those who had never turned to God before, maybe everyone truly needed a life changing experience that would force them into the house of God to reestablish their faith in him.

He listened to the boys prayers now and glanced away, suddenly feeling that he may have been imposing on a rather personal moment, though wouldn’t all of those moments that he had listened in on been a conversation meant only for the ears of God and those whose lips the words fell from? Once again, he turned his attention towards the prayers of the boy below him, and he cringed as he listened to him struggle to get the words out. There was never anything that had stated that he couldn’t show himself to those who truly needed his guidance, he simply couldn’t tell them that his word was God’s word, because it wasn’t. Appearing behind the boy, he drew in a silent breath as he watched him for a few moments longer, his words catching in his throat.

“It is said that God only truly talks to one Angel, Joshua. He resides in the Garden in Heaven, and he relays all of God’s messages to the Angels. His last message to us was to watch after his children as best we could, and we’ve only failed more than we have seemed to help.” He managed to get out, his tone steady. “Prophets,” he continued, not even pausing to take in the boys reaction to his appearing. “They aren’t aware that they are prophets at first. Some believe that they are psychic—in a sense they are, and others… Others simply believe that they suffer from disabilities, unaware of the gift that has been passed onto them. But their gift, to be able to call into the future and see what will happen, it doesn’t come with out a price. The searing pain, the constant threat to their life, every side wants a prophet, we just happen to be lucky enough to have the prophets on our side. The complicated thing about the prophecies that they depict though, is once it is written, so it shall happen. That is how God has declaired it, and so it will come to pass. That is the way things always have been, and I am sure that is the way they always will be. In my time, I have never come across a being that has been able to break a prophecy. But that doesn’t mean that you should give up hope, or lose your faith.”