13.19 coda: Full-Court Press
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“Well?”
Castiel slowly rises to his feet, not caring to brush the sand from his palms or where it clings to the front of his coat. This may be the last piece of Heaven he’ll have left for quite a while.
He turns. Indra lies prostrate and boneless on a nearby kiddie slide, bottle clutched to his chest like a bouquet for a corpse in a casket.
“Well what?” Castiel asks quietly. His voice comes out hoarse.
Indra sighs. His eyes, turned to the sky, don’t seek out Castiel’s. He stares blankly ahead as he asks in reply, “Did you find what you were looking for?”
Castiel slowly approaches his brother, shoulders slumped. His footsteps feel heavier after being in Heaven - where all is weightless and comfortable - and the first few steps feel nearly impossible to take.
“No,” he tells him. “Things are much worse than I feared.”
Indra nods. “Mm.” He lifts the bottle to his lips again. “Welcome to the end,” he says. He laughs. He raises his bottle in a silent toast, and then upends it into his mouth.
Castiel clenches a fist.
“The end has not come yet,” he swears. “There is still a chance to save Heaven. Save Earth.”
Indra snorts. “A fool’s chance maybe.”
Castiel straightens. “Well, I pride myself on being the foolish one of the family.”