Working for the Mandroid (moonshayde) wrote,
Working for the Mandroid
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Writing...slowly

Still working diligently on my wingfic. Can't believe it's taken me so long to work on it. I hope to be down in the next two weeks, unless the plot runs away from me. I've been so run down, so it makes writing hard. Plus, I have had the attention span of a gnat.

But I thought that I'd post the beginning for anyone interested as I keep working on it.



Castiel stood atop the hill, surveying the woodland at his feet. He didn't flinch when he heard Uriel flutter into place beside him.

"Dixville?" Uriel let out a disapproving huff. "Why are you here? We have more important issues to deal with."

"This is where Dean Winchester's problem started." A dusting of snow coated the greens and browns of the trees below, giving it a frosted sheen, much like how sugar coated corn flakes on the TV commercials he had once seen, but far prettier. He had always enjoyed watching snow from afar, and appreciated the opportunity to view it more intimately. It was a shame this wasn't a pleasurable retreat.

Another haughty puff beside him. "You spend far too much time worrying about that human."

"It's our job."

"Our job is to do the will of Heaven."

"That's what I'm doing."

"If you say so."

Castiel glanced to the side, but did not break his concentration. "What is truly bothering you?"

Uriel didn't answer. He stared out into the trees, past the snow covered tops, to the town protected by magic nearly as old as they themselves. Castiel wondered about that magic, how the people here had come to know it, and what could be hidden that was important enough to warrant the exclusion of both demons and angels. What lay inside had to be significant.

The minutes ticked by, lengthened by the silence, until Uriel finally spoke. "Winchester's problem didn't start here."

Now, Uriel had Castiel's attention. "What do you mean?"

"Don't play innocent." The tone of Uriel's voice was harsh. "You know what I mean."

Castiel turned away. "No. You're mistaken."

"I've felt it. You've felt it." Uriel leaned in closer and chuckled. "It's your fault."

And with that Castiel thought of a place as far from Dixville and Uriel as possible. In an instant, he was half way around the world, leaving Uriel, his laughter, and his accusations far behind.

Now to do something mindless. Soooo tired from shoveling.
Tags: wing!fic
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