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There's this old adage, Bargians. Secrets, secrets are no fun. Unless you are a part of one. I'd kind of like to add onto that for a minute. So, uh, bear with me.

There are a few things that yeah, they're supposed to be kept secret. No one and their aunt Martha care about your latest bowel movement or who you had a crush on in the third grade. Seriously, they don't. Unless you're loud, obnoxious, spray tan like hell every chance you have, and get into cat fights over who gets the last can of soda. Those are fine. As are the family secrets, things like divorces, fights. I'm not saying "Spill your guts, Bargites, 'cause it's just not faaaaaaair~!" Those aren't the types of secrets I'm talking about.

I'm talking about the secrets that have to do with someone else. If someone knows something about your future that, you know, might be good to know for your own peace of mind, your own well-being, then hey. What the hell are you keeping it from them for? Because I pretty much guarantee that when they find out - and they will - things will be even worse than you imagined.

And yeah, for the record? Lies of omission totally count.

[Private to Natasha]
Coulson's dead, huh? Or did Rogers leave that out of his debrief?

[Private to Arkady]
Gorgeous, I needed to be drunk yesterday.

[Private to Charles]
Give me a reason to actually keep giving a shit, Prof. Because apparently even if I work to come back to life now, I just die again later.

[Private to Steve]
So. Rogers.

Coulson's dead.

I flew a nuke into space.

Loki's a fucking supervillain.

Game over.

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If it's going to happen, it'll happen anyway. Might as well be able to brace yourself for it.

Pretty sure this place doesn't care about destiny, anyway.

I care about destiny more than you know.

It can be changed.

[There's an urgency in his voice - not quite fear, but it's less passive than Castiel usually is.]

The future can be changed. Destiny can be averted, if circumstances are right. I was there.

So, hey. Here's something to think about.

Say you have a bomb exploding in front of you. You're in the middle of a desert, a bomb goes off, and it sends pieces of metal right into your chest. And then - here's the kicker - you're kidnapped by people who were originally hired to kill you. That sounds like a pretty fun no-win situation, right?

But there's this doctor there who's good enough and crazy enough to shove a magnet inside your chest and hook it up to a car battery. And somehow, three months of loose connections and torture later, you still manage to build a suit out of box of scraps right under your captors' noses and bust free.

Yeah and, see, that's not the end of it. Because now you're in the middle of a desert with no water, no food, no bandages, no protection from the sun. The middle of Afghanistan with no way of signaling for help, no way of knowing where the nearest town is. And still, within hours, you're found by your best friend and a full military convoy.

[He pauses, just for a quick second]

I'm destiny's bitch. It doesn't matter if I'm told things. I was saved for a reason, I'm here for a reason. I'm meant to die somewhere, some day. Destiny's just saving me for then.

[Congratulations, Cas. That's more than he told the company therapists about his time in captivity.]

Edited 2012-07-11 05:11 (UTC)

[Castiel absorbs this story, though his look is noticeably more intense than it usually is. His speech is hard and clipped. Mysteriously, there's a low rumble of thunder from somewhere.]

Everything happens for a reason. Everyone has their place to live and to die. And the universe corrects itself so that these things happen the way they should happen. There are stories that are written that must be told, and people who must do great things and people who must do horrible things.

But fate is not overwhelming. When pressed too intently, it can snap. Those destinies can be averted. Things in place for millenia are put off despite everything pointing to it must happen now .

I averted the Apocalypse. The sworn vessel of Michael never took in the Archangel. The world did not see salvation despite the signs, despite the Devil walking the earth, despite the four horsemen. What was written did not come.

Do you understand?

Edited 2012-07-11 05:18 (UTC)

[He's narrowing his eyes for a second, pushing past his initial disbelief with the whole apocalypse thing being brought up again - because he's apparently seen magic, now - and giving Castiel the benefit of the doubt.

The guy definitely looks serious enough]

Yeah. I get it. But you're kind of playing into my initial point here.

If you'd never gone down and messed around, where would you be? Apocalypse central, or whatever the hell comes after that.

Whether or not destiny sucks or can be bent, telling people crap that's important to them is better than just letting them screw themselves over.

My point is as follows -

For the Apocalypse to have been averted, terrible things had to have happened. People had to die - for real. People were tortured.

If you knew you had to set one catastrophe to stop another, could you? Could you walk into your destiny knowing your friends have to die for the planet to be saved? You wouldn't search for something else? You would swallow this knowledge and let things happen as they would?

Or would you give up? Would you simply expect destiny to happen around you as you did nothing?

[He's quiet for a long moment, mulling that over]

When it comes to other people dying? I don't give a crap about destiny. Things will happen, or they won't. All I can try to do is keep as many people from dying as possible. There's no such thing as sacrificing. Because that just means you gave up.

There's always a way out, if that's what you're getting at. And people that tell you there isn't are the kind that just don't try.

[He's the guy that cuts the wire]

You can't save everyone. If you know who to choose, you change everything. And that change is not always for the better, and you don't know either way. You could be ending the universe.

You choose who to save, you're full of crap.

[Sorry Cas, someone didn't have his coffee before his day went to hell :C ]

There's no one you wouldn't save the life of above others?

[Look at this judging headtilt, Tony. It judges you.]

.............. [That's a long pause on his end, and a narrowing of his eyes, a set to his jaw] One.

But I put her out of danger first.

[Judging eyebrow quirk.]

If you came to know that preventing the destruction of the universe or the destabilization of your government or the release of a catastrophic bioweapon hinged on her death, would you allow her to die?

[He's thinking, for just a moment, before an easy smirk spreads across his face]

I'd just get the guy releasing it before any of that was a problem.

Do you now understand why fates shouldn't be told?

I always got the theory, I just don't agree with it.

Universe breaking, timelines collapsing, changing the future, blah blah blah. It doesn't mean crap to the person the stuff is being kept from. It's still gonna suck, and it's still better to suck it up and tell people rather than have them find out on their own.

Because secrets never stay secrets forever. Even the world-breaking ones.

[Sorry Cas, Tony's a stubborn asshole when he wants to be. You could make all the sense in the world, and it would still just circle right back around to this.

Especially right now.]

You - or me, or any individual thing - is insignificant to the universe. That we may suffer to maintain something so much more massive than ourselves is necessary.

[Trolla la you know the guy who started the Apocalypse Tony la la la]

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