dropsof_jupiter | waves crash along the battered, lonely lighthouse

[Raphael took a few minutes to look over Earth. It was falling, fast. Michael had given the retreat order. Within hours there would be no angels left on Earth.

There were a few wayward angels Raphael wanted to attempt to collect. Anna was one.

When he appeared beside her, his head was bowed, body still.]

Anna.

[ Anna's tired. She's tired of fighting, tired of keeping these humans alive. Tired of being too angelic to be human, and too human to be an angel. It's like Raphael has chosen the worst time to appear, honestly, because she has just watched another one of their people die, and it's too much.

When he appears, her first thought is that they've finally decided to catch up on old debts, and now hers needs to be paid. The bad thing is, she's not scared. She doesn't try to run, just looks up at him with a faint attempt at a smile, slinging her gun over her shoulder. Not like it's much good anyway. ]

My times up then, is it?

[He watches. He understands the tired feeling, he's felt it for years. Longer than Anna could be aware, longer than she's had her doubts, he's wager.]

All of ours. Earth isn't fit for angels any longer.

[ This honestly is not what she's expecting. She's expecting blades or fire or any number of creative ways that archangels have to kill angels these days. She's certainly not expecting a hand being extended, and naturally she's wary. ]

It's not fit for anyone any more.

[ The response is clipped and tense, and she's eyeing him with clear mistrust. It's not that she doesn't believe he's here to save the remainder of the angels on Earth, it's just that she doesn't believe he's here to save her. ]

Do you have somewhere better in mind?

[He can't blame her for it.]

No, it's not.

[He will never disagree with that.]

Michael's given the order to retreat. Gather the Host and return home.

Retreat. Right. And what about the people here?

[ Because that's all she has now, Raphael, keeping the small handful of humans that they've managed to fence off alive. Take that away and what's left? ]

Tell Michael to come down here and fix his mess.

[ The apocalypse has made her gutsy, it seems. She never would have risked saying something like that in the old days. Maybe it's because she just doesn't care any more. ]

They're suffering will be over soon enough.

[He knows, more than most. He loves humans. But it's better this way.]

He can't Anna. There's no vessel, because certain siblings have convinced Dean to say "no". And there aren't any vessels left.

[Blaming her and Castiel? Oh yes.]

He's shutting the doors to Heaven when we leave. Reapers will be able to bring souls to Heaven, but that's it.

So tell him to find someone else. Burn someone up, I don't care, just don't leave this planet to tear itself apart.

[ Under that tiredness, under her short clipped words, is a fierce desperation. She never thought she would see another angel, in all honesty. She never thought she would get the chance to have this conversation, but now she can plead her case. ]

One life, to save all the rest. You can't honestly tell me you're happy to watch Father's children die like this?

[ She's angry, yes, but more than anything she's begging, you can see it in her eyes. The earnest way she's looking at Raphael. She needs help. If it comes down to it, she'll plead. She'd drop to her knees and beg, kiss the proverbial ring and swear allegiance to just about anyone if she thought it would do any good, but they're past that. ]

There isn't anyone else.

[There aren't enough humans left - Michael doesn't have anyone left who isn't Dean.]

No, I'm not happy. We tried to spare the planet and you fought us.

[He can see that, and it hurts on a different level. Raphael is one of the few angels who does, in fact, love humanity. And wants them safe, not suffering. He just disagrees as to how to accomplish that.]

I didn't want this. For the planet, or the humans, or us.

It's ironic, that's what it is, that he's given up all that he was to help them, and started using drugs to cope with the pain of having given up all that he was, and now those drugs have rendered him pretty much useless to the people he gave it all up for.

Having managed to complete this train of thought, Cas nods to himself, a gesture that takes effort when he's sprawled across the bed and half hanging off of it so that his head is upside down. The sensation of the blood sloshing around in his head (or is it the booze mixed with whatever was in that last bottle? Something is clearly sloshing around, anyway.) at the gesture makes him giggle, then laugh. It's a laugh that carries out through the open window of the bedroom, and the beaded curtains of the doorways of his cabin.

It's a bitter laugh.

She comes to check on him, because it's what she always does. It's part of the job, as much as anything else Anna does daily. She checks the perimeter fence, helps ration the food, goes out to clear new zones, tries to make a life for them here. And after all that, she checks on Castiel. She does it because she has to, but whether its because of deep set guilt she can't quite get over, or just because a small part of her still cares is anyone's guess.

It means that she's close enough to hear that bitter, broken laugh, and it turns out Anna still does have some shreds of humanity left in her because that sound hits her like a punch to the stomach. Knocking softly on the door, she doesn't wait for a response before letting herself in. There's no point, it's not like she'd listen if he protested anyway. She's trying to smile when she heads inside, but Anna knows as well as anyone that she's not fooling anyone.

"Did I miss the joke?"

"Unhnh...?" Cas tries to lift his head to look at her, but she seems to be walking on the ceiling. That can't be right. Dazed blue eyes blinking, Cas rights himself with a clumsy roll that almost sends him off the end of the bed, and sends a few bottles clanking. He's been even worse than usual, since he broke his foot. He's off the crutches, now, but still limping. They have no true doctor, and they lack an x-ray machine. The former medical student who does triage as needed has suggested the bones may not be set quite right.

In the meantime, Cas has been moping and taking advantage of painkillers, and today he's clearly been mixing them with something else. He shakes his head a little and refocuses with difficulty, giving Anna the false grin that he's practiced until it comes easy. "Nope. We're all in on it."

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She's almost at the point of giving up on making comment, which is why she just gathers up some of the empty bottles on her way to the bed. Setting them down carefully in front of her, Anna perches lightly on the edge and clasps her hands together lightly.

"Sounds about right." She tries really hard not to sound bitter, but it just comes off as false as the grin Cas is giving her. Her head tips forward slightly, and she can't help but let the corners of her lips twitch into something resembling a sad smile. What a perfect representation of Heaven they are these days. The drugged up hippie and the militant soldier.

"How are you doing today, anyway?" She's careful not to ask about the drugs, or make any comment at all really, because it turns into frustration so fast. She's not here to berate him, for once.

Cas seems to think about this for a moment, thoughts rolling slow in that drug-addled brain, then flashes her another smile. "Peachy!" His sense of humor has blossomed extraordinarily late, and recently he's picked up some goofy word choices. That they sound incongruous in his throaty, gravelly low voice is just part of the appeal.

He makes a careful attempt to get all his limbs back in order, untangling himself and gracelessly arranging his body in an upright seated position beside Anna. As out of it as he is, he's still trying to pull himself together and show her some respect. "What's up? Did you need me for anything?" He looks unsteady, but he's trying, smiling away at her with shadows like bruises around his eyes.

waves crash along the battered, lonely lighthouse

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