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jimmyhkim21) wrote2009-12-14 09:19 pm
jimmyhkim21) wrote2009-12-14 09:19 pm
Entry tags:
Apocalypse Reboot
Title: Apocalypse Reboot, Conclusion and Author's Notes
Genre: gen, case-fic, crossover
Pairing: none
Rating: R for language and violence
Warning: Crossover with characters from Good Omens.
Summary: The Winchesters discover the plural term for the Apocalypse. They are not amused. Neither are Crowley and Aziraphale who must help them stop all of God's creation from becoming undone.
Disclaimer: 127.5% fiction.
Aziraphale entered the shabby motel room to discover both Dean and Sam reading their laptops while Bobby watched CNN on the decrepit television.
"They're still claiming it was carbon monoxide poisoning?" he asked hopefully.
"Yep," Bobby answered. "Looks like."
Dean shook his head in wonder and disgust. "How can anybody who was in that room believe such a shitty lie?"
"The other choice would be to admit that there was an apocalyptic fight featuring a winged man who was also an angel," Sam supplied. "That would guarantee ninety day observation at the local psych ward, so yeah: carbon monoxide poisoning.
"Besides, you should be grateful. Grand Canyon's back and so are cell phones."
"Human beings aren't trained to deal with the supernatural," Aziraphale reasoned. "Not usually, anyway. Oh, Crowley told me with utmost confidence that Ashtoreth and her goons won't be troubling you any time soon. From what he's heard, her and merry gang have been assigned to administrative duties, probably for eternity."
Bobby wheeled out from next to the sofa then parked himself in front of Sam and Dean. "For the love of God, please try to stay out of trouble for at least a week, okay? The last thing you two need is to get your faces plastered all over the news."
"Consider it done," Sam said. "We'll be laying low for a while."
Dean nodded though with markedly less enthusiasm. "Call us when you get back to the yard."
"I'm not a child," Bobby snapped then, in a much gentler tone, said, "But I'll ring anyway."
"Thanks for everything," Aziraphale whispered as the man passed him.
"Do me a favor, don't call me or them ever again," Bobby said darkly. "Two apocalypse ... s? That's more than enough for all of us."
"I'll try my best," Aziraphale said.
"By the way, where is Crowley?"
"Hiding," the angel answered with a sigh. "He's very ashamed of himself right now."
Bobby rolled his eyes. "My God, a demon with a fragile ego."
Aziraphale smiled. "Crowley is definitely not like his brethren."
"Take care," Bobby said. "Good luck with everything."
"Thank you, and I will."
Aziraphale gazed out the window, watching the man move about his van, deftly hoisting himself into the driver's seat with its modified controls and geegaws.
"He really is remarkable," Aziraphale muttered. "One of a kind. No wonder he's so favored."
Dean made a rude noise and looked sarcastically at the angel. "Sorry, whenever one of us is favored by one of you, the poor bastard's screwed sixty-seven ways to Sunday."
"Dean!" Sam said, looking shocked and ashamed by his brother's outburst.
Aziraphale didn't take any offense. "Oh, I didn't mean me. I meant Him," he said, pointing his finger upwards.
Dean's eyes widened considerably. "Excuse me? How could you possibly know that?"
"I'm an angel, Dean Winchester," Aziraphale replied with some asperity. "I know."
"What about me?" Sam asked in a wavering voice.
Now it was Dean's turn to look outraged. "Sam! What the fuck?! Why do you even care?!"
"Because of what I did," Sam answered weakly. "Because I let Lucifer free and he killed hundreds and hundreds of people."
Dean looked genuinely appalled by Sam's distress. "How many times do I have to tell you that wasn't your fault?! You didn't know!"
"Does that matter?" Sam asked both his brother and the angel in the room.
Aziraphale studied the brothers before carefully saying, "There were two men in God's house. One was a self-righteous soul who practiced all the laws of the land and thus believed himself deserving of God's favor. The other was a man who believed himself a sinner and yet he prayed for his Father's mercy every day. God chose to accept one man into his embrace, and it wasn't the one who believed he was in the right.
"It's in the Bible, Samuel Winchester. Luke, to be exact."
Sam blinked furiously before looking down at his laptop. Dean did the same.
"Do you honestly believe my Father wasn't present in this debacle?" Aziraphale smiled gently. "A demon told me what was happening with the Stitched Words. Then, the very same demon, who should've by all accounts worked with his kind, recommended you two. And you two brought in Bobby and later Castiel: an angel not even the most powerful of the heavenly hosts could locate.
"Trust me, you were never alone. Not even for a moment."
Aziraphale closed his eyes and for a second Dean and Sam saw him as he truly was: slightly rumpled creature blessed with mild countenance and wings bright with goodness and patience.
"Thank you," Aziraphale said. "And, like Bobby said, I hope you two will never see me again."
And they never did. But, once in a while, the angel would peek in to make sure the Winchesters were 'rolling along' as the Americans would put it, doing what they were meant to do: beat down evil and generally raise good old-fashioned mayhem along the way.
The End
Part IV
Author's Notes
This particular rollicking fun was written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kellifer_fic who also happened to be one of my favorite writers in SPN fandom. Her doll!verse has got to be one of the funniest things I've read in quite a while. Of course, this meant when I got her for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
spn_j2_xmas exchange I started sweating bullets. Her requests included crack fic and case fic, so I went for the whole hog. As an extra bonus I threw in characters from the hilarious Good Omens because those two also happen to be experts on the Apocalypse.
Whether I ended up with a ham is up to her and you guys.
If you're new to my corner of the madhouse, I usually don't reply to responses, not because I'm standoffish, but I just can't come up with fifteen ways of saying 'thank you!' and not sound like a bore. However, I will gladly answer any questions you guys may have.
Anyway, I wish all of you a very peaceful holiday season where there may be angels but nary a hint of demons or the Apocalypse in your festivities!
Genre: gen, case-fic, crossover
Pairing: none
Rating: R for language and violence
Warning: Crossover with characters from Good Omens.
Summary: The Winchesters discover the plural term for the Apocalypse. They are not amused. Neither are Crowley and Aziraphale who must help them stop all of God's creation from becoming undone.
Disclaimer: 127.5% fiction.
Aziraphale entered the shabby motel room to discover both Dean and Sam reading their laptops while Bobby watched CNN on the decrepit television.
"They're still claiming it was carbon monoxide poisoning?" he asked hopefully.
"Yep," Bobby answered. "Looks like."
Dean shook his head in wonder and disgust. "How can anybody who was in that room believe such a shitty lie?"
"The other choice would be to admit that there was an apocalyptic fight featuring a winged man who was also an angel," Sam supplied. "That would guarantee ninety day observation at the local psych ward, so yeah: carbon monoxide poisoning.
"Besides, you should be grateful. Grand Canyon's back and so are cell phones."
"Human beings aren't trained to deal with the supernatural," Aziraphale reasoned. "Not usually, anyway. Oh, Crowley told me with utmost confidence that Ashtoreth and her goons won't be troubling you any time soon. From what he's heard, her and merry gang have been assigned to administrative duties, probably for eternity."
Bobby wheeled out from next to the sofa then parked himself in front of Sam and Dean. "For the love of God, please try to stay out of trouble for at least a week, okay? The last thing you two need is to get your faces plastered all over the news."
"Consider it done," Sam said. "We'll be laying low for a while."
Dean nodded though with markedly less enthusiasm. "Call us when you get back to the yard."
"I'm not a child," Bobby snapped then, in a much gentler tone, said, "But I'll ring anyway."
"Thanks for everything," Aziraphale whispered as the man passed him.
"Do me a favor, don't call me or them ever again," Bobby said darkly. "Two apocalypse ... s? That's more than enough for all of us."
"I'll try my best," Aziraphale said.
"By the way, where is Crowley?"
"Hiding," the angel answered with a sigh. "He's very ashamed of himself right now."
Bobby rolled his eyes. "My God, a demon with a fragile ego."
Aziraphale smiled. "Crowley is definitely not like his brethren."
"Take care," Bobby said. "Good luck with everything."
"Thank you, and I will."
Aziraphale gazed out the window, watching the man move about his van, deftly hoisting himself into the driver's seat with its modified controls and geegaws.
"He really is remarkable," Aziraphale muttered. "One of a kind. No wonder he's so favored."
Dean made a rude noise and looked sarcastically at the angel. "Sorry, whenever one of us is favored by one of you, the poor bastard's screwed sixty-seven ways to Sunday."
"Dean!" Sam said, looking shocked and ashamed by his brother's outburst.
Aziraphale didn't take any offense. "Oh, I didn't mean me. I meant Him," he said, pointing his finger upwards.
Dean's eyes widened considerably. "Excuse me? How could you possibly know that?"
"I'm an angel, Dean Winchester," Aziraphale replied with some asperity. "I know."
"What about me?" Sam asked in a wavering voice.
Now it was Dean's turn to look outraged. "Sam! What the fuck?! Why do you even care?!"
"Because of what I did," Sam answered weakly. "Because I let Lucifer free and he killed hundreds and hundreds of people."
Dean looked genuinely appalled by Sam's distress. "How many times do I have to tell you that wasn't your fault?! You didn't know!"
"Does that matter?" Sam asked both his brother and the angel in the room.
Aziraphale studied the brothers before carefully saying, "There were two men in God's house. One was a self-righteous soul who practiced all the laws of the land and thus believed himself deserving of God's favor. The other was a man who believed himself a sinner and yet he prayed for his Father's mercy every day. God chose to accept one man into his embrace, and it wasn't the one who believed he was in the right.
"It's in the Bible, Samuel Winchester. Luke, to be exact."
Sam blinked furiously before looking down at his laptop. Dean did the same.
"Do you honestly believe my Father wasn't present in this debacle?" Aziraphale smiled gently. "A demon told me what was happening with the Stitched Words. Then, the very same demon, who should've by all accounts worked with his kind, recommended you two. And you two brought in Bobby and later Castiel: an angel not even the most powerful of the heavenly hosts could locate.
"Trust me, you were never alone. Not even for a moment."
Aziraphale closed his eyes and for a second Dean and Sam saw him as he truly was: slightly rumpled creature blessed with mild countenance and wings bright with goodness and patience.
"Thank you," Aziraphale said. "And, like Bobby said, I hope you two will never see me again."
And they never did. But, once in a while, the angel would peek in to make sure the Winchesters were 'rolling along' as the Americans would put it, doing what they were meant to do: beat down evil and generally raise good old-fashioned mayhem along the way.
The End
Part IV
Author's Notes
This particular rollicking fun was written for
kellifer_fic who also happened to be one of my favorite writers in SPN fandom. Her doll!verse has got to be one of the funniest things I've read in quite a while. Of course, this meant when I got her for spn_j2_xmas exchange I started sweating bullets. Her requests included crack fic and case fic, so I went for the whole hog. As an extra bonus I threw in characters from the hilarious Good Omens because those two also happen to be experts on the Apocalypse. Whether I ended up with a ham is up to her and you guys.
If you're new to my corner of the madhouse, I usually don't reply to responses, not because I'm standoffish, but I just can't come up with fifteen ways of saying 'thank you!' and not sound like a bore. However, I will gladly answer any questions you guys may have.
Anyway, I wish all of you a very peaceful holiday season where there may be angels but nary a hint of demons or the Apocalypse in your festivities!
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Kinda confused on the reference to ham though. Ham as meaning a good story, bad story? Though ham is tasty, especially with mashed potatoes and a steamy veggie or two and it's holiday fare in these parts. Or ham sandwiches with swiss and mustard, mmmmm. So perhaps it means good.
Okay, I'm operating on too much stress and lack of sleep, so I will stop being silly to complete strangers. :)
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