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Because I’m feeling all the feelings right now

October 27, 2011 by balthazarsacolyte

It’s all Balthazar had ever hoped for in an ending.

Before Heaven fought itself, before Lucifer and his followers turned against Father and brethren alike, Balthazar hadn’t thought of death. It wasn’t until he had killed his brother that he realized that there would be an end for him. More concerning was the realization that there would be an end for Cas. So the next time Balthazar fought and every time after that, death was in his thoughts.

Balthazar was a strategist. He could see the possibilities about to play out in front of him. He reasoned that it would be one of his siblings who would kill him. Then, when Lucifer and his followers were defeated, he came to believe that he would most likely die facing some great evil or fall while fighting in his Father’s name. Conquered by a demon or some other abomination. If it wasn’t one thing it would be another. The end wasn’t something he could prevent. It was inevitable.

He didn’t see it coming until it was upon him and this time there was no escape.

Lying in Castiel’s arms, knowing that he’s done his very best to protect the brother he loves. Balthazar couldn’t have wished for a better ending.

Fic: “Two Bodies One Heart”

June 12, 2011 by balthazarsacolyte

Title: Two Bodies One Heart
Characters/Pairings: Sam, Dean, Balthazar, Castiel [Gen]
Rating: PG
Spoilers/Warnings: Pretty much through all of season 6
Word count: ~2000
Summary: Almost one year after Castiel and Balthazar were lost to Purgatory, Dean finds that Castiel (and much to his displeasure, Balthazar) has returned.
Author’s note: I wrote this pre 6x22.  I guess that makes this an AU?  IDEK.

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Fic: “Ring of Fire”

April 23, 2011 by balthazarsacolyte

Rating: PG
Characters:
Balthazar, Castiel, Sam, Dean and Bobby
Summary: Castiel is trapped and Balthazar isn’t happy with his captors
Author’s Note:
Based on something Tia suggested. “You know what I was just thinking I would love to see happen in 6.20, when they’re holding Cas hostage in the fire? For Balthazar to burst in after a while, in an absolute rage, and to be crazy protective over Cas, absolutely reaming out the humans before rescuing Cas.”

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March 28, 2011 Reblogged from nothings-changed by balthazarsacolyte

coloroftheeveningstars:

donthateexterminate:

balthazar—:

anesthetizedneurotic:

THEY ARE SO CUTE TOGETHER

MISHA, HEY. MISHA.

^RFRNGKLDNF

OTP

#seb misses his boyfriend

Accurate. I assume all the phone sex that must be going on right now just isn’t cutting it ;)

Sebastian looked around his apartment and sighed.  He really regretted not having been able to go to the SPN wrap party.  The terrible weather in LA didn’t help his mood and rock climbing only suppressed his strangely down disposition until his feet were back on solid ground.

He’d been on a lot of television shows, played a lot of different characters, but something about Supernatural was different.  Something kept dragging his mind back to the saddening thought that the shooting for the season was over.  It kept him sprawled out on his couch in a manner most unlike himself and he grabbed his phone just so he could focus on something else.

It wasn’t long before he was on Twitter, and then he was looking through all the pictures he had tweeted.  It was fun, riling up his fans and getting more of them.  He had to thank Misha, who didn’t object to his constant twittering.  Laughing and joking between takes, taking pictures and selecting the ones that would best send the fans into a frenzy, all of it had been fun.

But now he was suck between seasons.  He’d been turned down for another show and he was moping around like a love sick girl.  Sebastian pauses for a moment and wants to correct himself so he pushes himself up off of the couch and tweets a picture of him and Misha with a creative new heading as he heads off to the gym.  A little bit of exercise will certainly help clear away his bad mood.  If not, perhaps he should get around to watching the fourth season of Supernatural.  For the research of course.

(Source: mcavoyhasladyhips)

Fic: “Undercover Writer”

March 21, 2011 by balthazarsacolyte

PG and Gen and crack based off of Tia’s prompt: crack fic where Sebastian starts writing Calthazar fic and becomes a big name fan, while nobody has any idea who he really is, and he’s just doing his evil mastermind laugh while he fills kink meme prompt after kink meme prompt.

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March 19, 2011 Reblogged from onelittlemushroom by balthazarsacolyte

coloroftheeveningstars:

xnoel:

YOU GUYS. I AM FUCKING DYING OF LAUGHTER. Of course Balthazar would do such a thing xD

MY EXACT REACTION! I cannot stop laughing, oh my God. Haha, not exactly anything new here, but good Lord, I am so in love with Balthazar. I’m just picturing him…

Balthazar stares at his television screen as the credits begin to roll.  The woman beside him is brushing away tears and cuddling up with him, which means his shirt’s going to get wet, but he can’t tear his eyes away from what he has seen.

“What in God’s name was that?” he cries.  He gestures wildly toward the movie and dislodges her from his side.

“The movie Titanic,” she explains, confused with what’s going on.

“That movie won awards? Humans went to see it and they liked it?”

“…yes?”

He jumps up and moves in front of the screen.

“But that was a terrible ending.  The boat sank!”

“That’s because it sank in real life.”

Balthazar freezes and stares at her.  “You mean that this was based off something that actually happened?”

She nods and throws his hands into the air.

“Jesus Christ, you people are stupid!  Only you apes would pull something like that.  Why the hell was Cal chasing after them on a sinking ship?  Sure the necklace is worth a lot of money, but it isn’t worth his life, which is funny because apparently he survives.”

He’s pacing now.  He simply can’t seem to understand how this could have happened.  He moves his arms wildly as he tries to impart on her just how ridiculous all of this is.

“I’m just going to ignore the irony of the unsinkable ship sinking, and point out that Rose is a complete bitch.  She kept telling him that she wouldn’t let go and then she did exactly that!  He probably wasn’t even dead yet!  After five second let go and let him drift to the bottom of the ocean!  You don’t get to be all torn up about your lover’s death if you can’t be bothered to hold his freaking hand!

“But of course she feels so terrible that she later goes back to the site of his death and drops a highly valuable necklace –which, is her last connection to him– into the ocean.  He was a con man! He’s probably rolling in his watery grave!  Oh, and all those poor people who were locked in the ship while it sank?  They’re not going to bloody welcome some crazy old lady with cheers!  They’re going to be pissed as hell and Jack is too.  ‘Hey Rose, where’s the Heart of the Ocean?’ ‘Oh, I dropped it into the ocean somewhere around here.’”

Balthazar lets out a groan of frustration and glares at the television again.  As he glares a realization dawns on him and he disappears.

———

The crew of the Titanic doesn’t notice him as he walks over to the controls.  They don’t notice how their course changes just slightly.  He waits patiently to make sure that they don’t hit an iceberg, which is another issue Balthazar had with this whole affair, before flying back home.  The woman is gone, or rather she was never there, and he sits down on his couch with a triumphant smile.

“Problem solved.”

WHAT IF BALTHAZAR SAID TO CAS ‘YOU MUSTN’T BE AFRAID TO DREAM A LITTLE BIGGER, DARLING’

March 6, 2011 Reblogged from nothings-changed by balthazarsacolyte

coloroftheeveningstars:

endiness:

get-bent-moose:

endiness:

I’m sorry, did you mean, “What if I died and everything became beautiful and perfect?”

Actually what if Balthazar just calling Cas darling at all. Like, not even thinking about it. Like “Darling, could you pass me the blood of lamb.”

WANT. Come on, writers, it would make sense, that works perfectly with Balthazar’s usual speech pattern. Indirectly calling him ‘dear’, or affectionately nicknaming him ‘Cassie’? Balthazar obviously likes using petnames, it’d be so easy to slip this in. And then I could pass out from joy, and once I wake up, proceed to replay that moment over and over for 5 hours while hyperventilating from my squee.

There isn’t much time left before Raphael will realize that Dean and Sam do not actually have the key.  Virgil is away, chasing after the red herrings, and finally Balthazar can get to work.

“I don’t understand why you would place such complicated locks on your storehouse,” says Cas.  Anyone else besides Balthazar wouldn’t be able to notice that he was actually complaining.

“Brother, I’m running from the rest of our siblings, I needed to keep them out.”

“But breaking this spell is difficult,” Cas points out.

“Yes, Dear, so how about you stop talking and hand me the sulfur?” asks Balthazar as he begins drawing with chalk on what would seem to the ungraced eye as a thin air.

Cas flies off into the darkness and reappears with a jar of sulfur and he hands it to Balthazar.

“Thank you Cassie,” he says as he unscrews the jar and crinkles his nose at the smell.  “Darling, could you pass me the blood of lamb?”

Things continue on like that.  “Honey, can I have the snakeskin?”  “Don’t forget the alpaca wool, mon frere.”  “Oh, and can you heat up the mercury a bit, love.”  “Did you, snookums, see where I put the chalk?”  “Could I trouble you for some more blood of lamb, baby?”

“Balthazar.”

Balthazar, turns away from his work with a “yes dearest,” on his lips, only to have Cas’ lips on his own instead.

Cas pull away and Balthazar is left standing there, staring at his brother.

“Balthazar, I need these weapons and your talking is not helping.  I would me much obliged if you would hurry.”

“Ah, of course, I will be shutting up now,” he said with a smirk before turning back to the design in the air.

“Thank you… gorgeous.”