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Too Long Away, Leverage/SPN, R~ish
Feb. 3rd, 2010 06:29 amFandom: Leverage/SPN
Title: Too Long Away (Part One)
Characters: Sam, Dean, Bobby, Castiel, Eliot (as Azrael, angel of death)
Rating: R~ish, for language, some violence
Word Count: ~2500
Summary: Azrael has been away from home a long time, but when the pain of a brother calls out to him, he comes to the aid of Castiel and Bobby, and finds himself embroiled in a war that is not meant to be, pulled into an apocalypse that goes against everything he knew to be true. When he discovers the reason, there will be no going back to the simple life of Eliot Spencer.
A/Ns & Warnings: This is not what I'm supposed to be writing, and I'm hoping that with this part out of my head, Azrael!Eliot will leave me alone to work on the stuff I need to be working on. Yes, there will be more. Yes. Yes. But first to finish my![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
help_haiti fic and my novel sequel, and a couple of fics people bought. Some violence here, but mostly off screen. That will change in future chapters. I mean. It's Eliot. As the Angel of Death. Violence is kind of a gimme.
( He turns to survey the remains of the day. The sun is setting and darkness crowds in around the few stones still standing. Smoke cloisters in valleys and clings to the bodies of the fallen. The sounds of suffering and dying ruffle the breeze, calling to him. )
Title: Too Long Away (Part One)
Characters: Sam, Dean, Bobby, Castiel, Eliot (as Azrael, angel of death)
Rating: R~ish, for language, some violence
Word Count: ~2500
Summary: Azrael has been away from home a long time, but when the pain of a brother calls out to him, he comes to the aid of Castiel and Bobby, and finds himself embroiled in a war that is not meant to be, pulled into an apocalypse that goes against everything he knew to be true. When he discovers the reason, there will be no going back to the simple life of Eliot Spencer.
A/Ns & Warnings: This is not what I'm supposed to be writing, and I'm hoping that with this part out of my head, Azrael!Eliot will leave me alone to work on the stuff I need to be working on. Yes, there will be more. Yes. Yes. But first to finish my
help_haiti fic and my novel sequel, and a couple of fics people bought. Some violence here, but mostly off screen. That will change in future chapters. I mean. It's Eliot. As the Angel of Death. Violence is kind of a gimme.( He turns to survey the remains of the day. The sun is setting and darkness crowds in around the few stones still standing. Smoke cloisters in valleys and clings to the bodies of the fallen. The sounds of suffering and dying ruffle the breeze, calling to him. )
