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The Destiel Harlequin Challenge Master Post: 2020 Mega Bang

Participants in the 2020 Destiel Harlequin Challenge completed an amazing 20 fics and 3 sets of artwork! You can learn all about those here!

Spectre (fic by a_dusky_gold, art by aceriee)

This whole thing… this was supposed to be a fucking farce. A way to keep Nicholas Vaught occupied until the deadline he’d given Dean would run out, and he’d still get the money to send Dad to the Town Hall rehabilitation for alcoholism, because that was the goddamned deal.

There were no such things as ghosts or magic or a Book of Life. Dean knows, okay? He wasn’t the Army’s goddamned Mystery Raider for nothin’; he knows history, he knows artifacts, and he knows that the Book of Life is an ancient myth that is about as real as werewolves or vampires.

And yet.

“The Book of Life,” the man had said. Dean can’t even remember his name.

Shit, shit, shit.

Dangerous Ground by Amethystaris

Special Agents for the Department of Diplomatic Security, Castiel Novak and Dean Winchester have been partners and best friends for three years, but everything changed the night Cas admitted the truth about his feelings for Dean. And when Cas was shot a few hours later, Dean felt his reluctance to get involved was vindicated.

Can a camping trip in the High Sierras save their partnership?

Honour Undressed by andimeantittosting

Among his friends, Castiel, Lord Milton is everyone’s confidant and, along with his trusted valet, the fixer of problems. But there is one secret Castiel has never shared: he is in love with his valet and has been for years.

Born in the gutters, Dean Winchester was assigned as Castiel’s batman in the war, and when Castiel travelled home to take up his title, Dean followed him as his valet. To assist Castiel, Dean is not above a little burglary or blackmail. But the one thing he wants for himself is Castiel’s heart.

When Castiel’s closest friends become the target of a blackmailer, certain truths come out. But while Dean determines to seduce Castiel, Castiel is adamant that he must resist, for if there is one rule a gentleman must follow, it is never to dally with his servant.

Havenport by BlueMasquerade

Castiel cleared space on his desk by the expedience of sweeping the previous contents to the side. He set the bundle down in the center of the surface and studied the knots in the rope before expertly untying them.

The book was old, its leather bindings cracked and crumbling. He carefully opened the cover to reveal the pages within, each hand cut, the edges beautifully deckled, the text written in pen and ink.

“This is written in ancient Enochian.” Castiel looked up, gaze narrowed. “Where did you obtain a book written in ancient Enochian?”

“Is that what it is? All I could tell is that it sure as hell isn’t English.” Mr. Winchester grinned, a dimple flashing in his cheek.

an aching in my heart by contemplativepancakes

When Dean’s best friend dies, leaving behind her daughter, Dean knows he has what it takes to give Claire the life she deserves. The problem is, they’re not related by blood, and Claire’s long lost uncle gets called to take her in. Castiel Novak was bad news when he was in highschool with Dean, and judging by his blue hair and tattoo sleeves, nothing’s changed. Castiel ran out on his family once before, and there’s no way Dean’s going to let that happen to Claire without putting up a fight.

Fools and Fate by Danica_Dust

Castiel Novak fled his coven to escape the rigid, predetermined Fate laid out for him within its confines. Desperate and alone, he took shelter in the city of Sacriloga, forsaking all magic and living off whatever he could steal. There, witches like Cas are hunted. They are feared. And they are burned.

When Jack, a young witch also on the run from his own coven, seeks out Cas’ aid, however, Cas finds that he cannot reject the boy, leaving him to his sure destruction. Especially after the newest visitor to Sacriloga makes his presence known: the legendary Hunter, Dean Winchester, who has been following Jack’s trail.

Sworn to the Men of Letters, Hunters live by one principle: thou shalt not suffer a witch to live. Dean’s path was never meant to cross with Cas', but a desperate stunt and a single mistake forces them into an impossible union—holy matrimony.

The war between the witches and the Men of Letters is an ancient one and Cas' most dangerous enemies bring a Fate worse than fire. Unable to ignore his growing feelings, yet powerless to change what he is, a choice must be made.

A suffocating Fate on one hand. A precarious freedom on the other. And in between, the kind of love that makes fools of us all.

Ozone by Deancebra

A young magic user who wants desperately to live. A jaded recluse who has forgotten what living means. They’re each other’s only chance.

Dean’s wild magic is killing him. The mage guilds have given up on him, and it’s only a matter of time before he dies in a spectacular, catastrophic bang. His only hope is an exiled wizard who lives in seclusion—and is rumored to have lost his mind.

The years alone on his hilltop estate have not been good for Castiel Novak. After the magical accident that disfigured him and nearly destroyed the village, he drifts through his days, a wraith trapped in memories and depression. Until a stricken young man collapses on his driveway, one who claims Castiel is his last chance. For the first time in fifteen years, Castiel must make a choice—leave this wild mage to his fate or take him in and try to teach him, which may kill them both. The old Castiel, brash and commanding, wouldn’t have hesitated. Castiel the exile isn’t sure he can find the energy to try.

A Demon Like Him by EllenOfOz

Dean Winchester doesn’t want to be a warlock. The idea of working in a lab, channeling demonic magic into enchanted batteries is not what he wants to do with his life, but it’s a dangerous opinion to have—his father was a powerful and well-connected warlock, and Dean is expected to follow the family tradition.

His only way out is to fail the demon summoning class—failure means expulsion from the Warlock College. Despite Dean’s best efforts to fumble the summoning, it works. Although not the way anyone expects.

Dean’s demon, Castiel, is an incubus, but also a powerful mage on a mission to rebalance the magic that is being stripped from Demonside by warlocks.

Dean must choose: fail out of his final exam and turn his back on becoming a warlock, or help Castiel and graduate. But he doesn’t count on how hot the incubus is, or how close they have become in just a few days.

A Working Relationship by fangirlingtodeath513

The homes that Castiel Novak designs for Angelic Houses are to die for. They’re pristine, perfectly designed and organized, and they’ve caused more than a few bidding wars. It’s the perfect job—he’s organized, good with math, and he’s able to pick up on design trends relatively quickly. The only thing that isn’t perfect? His obnoxious older brother, Luke. Castiel’s been vying for a position on a flipping team for years now, but Luke has never even considered it. When a lecherous gossip reporter overhears an argument, they receive an offer they can’t refuse.

They’re invited to compete on Flip Off, a competition where two people flip houses and compete for the highest profit. Castiel wants the leverage a win would bring him, but he also wants to prove himself. Enter Dean Winchester, a contractor with his own team and one that’s blissfully unconnected to Angelic Houses, allowing Castiel to prove himself without any help from the family company.

The undeniable attraction between them certainly doesn’t help matters, but Castiel is resolute in his decision to make a move only after they’ve finished working together. At least, that had been his plan until Dean made him an offer he simply couldn’t refuse.

Crashing In by followyourenergy

Castiel Novak is convinced he’s the last unwillingly single person in Lupine Cove. Even Gabriel, his perpetual bachelor brother, has found love. It’s probably because Cas leads the most boring life in existence. He’s a gay man living in a rented, one-room cottage in the same small coastal town he grew up in, just getting by as the owner of the same convenience store he was practically raised in. The most excitement he gets is chatting with the locals or maybe, if he’s unlucky, oversleeping and rushing to work. So when a baby is left at the Safe Haven drop-off at the local fire station, he takes the opportunity to step in for the child temporarily, at least until suitable parents, plural, can be found.

Life certainly gets more interesting.

And it gets even more interesting when a handsome man comes crashing—literally—into his life.

Make Me Believe by GhoulsnHalos

Ten years ago, Castiel Novak’s stepfather disowned him, taking from him his place as hereditary heir to the head of the Hunter and Warrior Guild. Now, he’s a self-made, and celebrated, master gem and metal smith. Castiel doesn’t believe that the God’s decide your soulmate. Until he designs what can only be a gift fit for his soul mate, who in contradiction to the etiquette, if not the laws of Neffroen, must be a man.

Dean Winchester is convinced that he is a lowly, dumbass, no magic hunter who couldn’t possibly be on the same social scale as a Novak. So, why is it when he spots the jewelled torc in Castiel’s shop, Dean develops an obsession over the neckpiece and its creator? It can't be anything to do with the will of the Gods, no matter what anyone says, because that's baloney and Dean's not into men.

When Castiel’s long-lost brother turns up and suggests he ought to challenge their stepfather and that Dean is destined to help Castiel rule the clan, Castiel takes some convincing. The real problem is Dean. Can Castiel with the help of family and friends convince Dean of his place by Castiel’s side? Can Dean play the part everyone expects of him to help Castiel regain his rightful place in society?

Shielded Heart by JuniperJones

Arthos, the Infinite City, is a place of alien wonders and indescribable beauty—and, most importantly for Dean, it’s also halfway across the universe from his abusive ex-fiancé. He came to the city desperate for a fresh start, but he finds himself downtrodden on a world of aloof alien beings with little hope of finding his place—and a good chance of being kidnapped or killed before he can even settle in.

At least until he is saved by an irresistible alien with piercing eyes and a seductive smile.

Castiel is the living embodiment of temptation, and he makes no effort to disguise his desire for Dean. But when his past threatens to drag Dean into a dangerous underworld, Dean discovers Castiel isn’t who he claims to be. After enduring so much suffering, can Dean bear to take a leap of faith with this mysterious alien? Can he trust Castiel with not only his life, but his heart?

Stumble and Fall by Kitmistry

Castiel was raised to do one thing: serve his country, whether that was fighting a war or becoming an expert spy. But when his lover is charged with treason and executed Castiel defects. He has evidence that can destroy the KGB’s entire spy ring in New Mexico, he has names of scientists involved with atomic weapons who send information to the Soviets, and he won’t stop until he has revenge.

Putting all his trust in the Americans, Castiel finds himself under the protection of U.S. Marshal Dean Winchester, who is too cocky and attractive for his own good, but at least seems to know what he’s doing.

When a routine transfer to a safehouse goes horribly wrong, Castiel and Dean narrowly escape with their lives. With the Marshals compromised and Castiel being framed for murder, he and Dean are on the run from KGB and law enforcement alike. They have no one to trust except each other, and nowhere to go that their enemies can’t reach.

The Shots We Don’t Take by MandalaRose

Still nursing the tatters of a broken heart and trying desperately to stave off the terror of his impending graduation, college senior Cas Novak decides it’s time to blow off a little steam. Not just any hook-up will do, however. The last thing Cas needs right now is a distraction. On the lookout for someone he can enjoy a steamy night of passion with before leaving them behind entirely, Cas thinks he’s found exactly what he needs in cocky university hockey star and well-known playboy Dean Winchester.

Dean is gorgeous, doesn’t date, and is the singular most infuriating person Cas has ever met. He’s the perfect one night stand...that is, until Dean decides he wants an instant replay of what was supposed to be a one-time event. Will Cas’ offer of friends, sans benefits, convince the arrogant love ’em and leave ’em hockey defenseman to find an easier score? Or will Dean wear down Cas’ defenses and lure the sexy nerd in the dorky trenchcoat back to his bed?

Bullets Over the Bayou (fic by mattzerella_sticks, art by dontbelasagnax)

Everyone wants Castiel Novak to quit the force, including Castiel. But he stays on despite the toxic work environment he’s surrounded by. Still believing he can do some good despite the many lines of red tape impeding him. Luckily, a pair of scissors by the name of Dean Winchester drops into his hands, and he finally feels like he can do some good.

Dean Winchester thought he would be in New Orleans for a day or two. Identify the body of his deadbeat father and then move on. No one knows he’s here. His mother and brother are blissfully unaware of the danger his father roped him into. With a parting gift of a journal, delivered to him the same day he received word about his father, Dean has become the target of a group of people who want him dead. The same people who killed his father.

Racing against the clock, can Dean and Castiel figure out what is so important about John Winchester’s journal that someone would kill for it?

Masquerade by noxsoulmate

It had begun as such a good plan; one that benefitted them both. And masquerading as Castiel Krushnic's boyfriend during the weeks of balls, galas, and charity events certainly was no hardship. With the impending end of their arrangement, though, Dean Winchester must admit that behind the mask of an aloof CEO lies a man he could fall in love with. Or maybe, he already has…

The Medium by raths_kitten

Detective Dean Winchester hates it when his Chief sends a medium to consult on his cases. But this time, the murder is closely linked to Castiel’s world and they both need to work together to solve it.

Any Semblance of Touch (fic by saltnhalo, art by c-kaeru)

1925, New York.

Dean Winchester’s life’s work is protecting the world from the supernatural relics that could destroy it. When an amulet with the power to control the tides is shipped to New York, he must intercept it before it can be used to devastating effects. This time, in order to succeed, he needs a powerful psychometric… and the only one available has sworn off the magical world altogether.

Castiel Novak’s gift comes with great risk. To protect himself, he’s become a recluse, redirecting his magic into museum research. But with the city’s fate hanging in the balance, and faced with the power of Dean’s charm and persuasion…

He can’t force himself to say no.

The Love of a Righteous Man by SargentMom573

Five years ago, Captain Dean Winchester defied his father, Senator John Winchester. With his brother Sam, and his spaceship Impala, Dean found his place among a ragtag fleet of pirates and smugglers. Their latest mission left him with a price on his head and a scar on his heart. When a surprise attack separated him from Sam and revealed a Sith weapon, he would do whatever it took to bring his brother back – even sacrifice his own happiness.

After Emperor Michael’s death broke the psychic link between them, Emperor’s Hand Castiel Novak spent years drowning his sorrows at the bottom of a barrel. Mostly sober, three years ago he found a new purpose as the Impala’s Chief Medical Officer, and Sam Winchester’s guide in the Force. And a good friend in the Impala’s gruff but kind Captain.

Dean and Castiel must work together to bring Sam home alive. But when Castiel’s last mission is exposed, will Castiel complete it and destroy any hopes Dean had for a family? Will Dean forgive Cas’ horrific purpose before it is too late? And give them both what they really want — the love of a righteous man.

SKID by spnsmile

Dean Winchester swore off love after getting dumped and fired from his job the same day. Badly drunk, he ended up balcony-hopping until a pair of hands snatched him inside a darkened room. But it's no hero, it's someone with deep voice whispering threats with a gun pointed at his back. Dean’s too drunk to deal with life but one good look at his hot assailant plus enough beer sold him to his accursed fate. The next morning, he found himself engaged to the most notorious leader of a powerful clan, Castiel Novak.

Married life in the compound for a month was not as blissful so when he could, Dean fought for that freedom. Castiel relented and as Dean tried to put the pieces of his normal life together, getting a bike messenger job and dealing with pain in the ass clients, he now also needs to deal with the dangerous presence of his very jealous and very protective husband watching over him.

Is his life ever going to get back to normal?

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The Hunter’s Princess Chapter 1: Another Dimension

Pairing: Dean x OFC Kira (eventual), Prince!Dean x OFC Lady Kira. Other Characters: Sam Winchester, Prince!Sam Winchester, Castiel, Rowena, Gabriel, King!John, Queen!Mary, Lucifer and assorted minor characters.

Chapter 1 Word Count: 3800

Warnings: Mention of parents’ death, a little angst, mostly fluff. Each chapter will have individual warnings as needed.

A/N: This is from some material that’s been rattling around in my head from another project that changed direction. Couldn’t let all this content go to waste, though, so here it is. It’s a work-in-progress, and I will try and update as regularly as I can. If you want to be tagged in this series, send me a message!

Thank you and happy reading!

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It was a Wednesday afternoon, and Kira Thomas was bored.

There hadn't been a hunt in over a month and she was starting to get cabin fever. Dean was giving the Impala a tune-up, while Sam was catching up on his serial-killer documentaries. Rowena had stopped by to research something in the Book of the Damned for some crazy spell she was working on. Castiel was off who-knew-where, doing who-knew-what, and Kira didn't want to bother him just because she was bored.

Gonna have to find something to do, she thought to herself.

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Kira Thomas had been in the hunting life with the Winchesters for as long as she could remember. Her parents, James and Ava, were among the top hunters for their generation, but semi-retired so that they could start a family.

Once Kira reached a certain age, her parents resumed their hunting career. That meant Kira was often left in the care of their friend, Bobby Singer, owner and operator of the local scrapyard. Bobby was a gruff old man and mumbled "idjits" a lot, but one look at Kira's sweet face and he melted.

Another hunter, John Winchester, also sometimes had to leave his sons, Sam and Dean, in Bobby's care. John was on the trail to hunt down the monster that killed his wife and the mother of his sons. This was how Dean met Kira.

At first, Dean didn't want to have anything to do with Kira. She was three years younger than he was, and only one year older than his brother, Sam. She followed Dean nearly everywhere, wanting to do whatever it was he was doing. If he was running errands for Bobby, Kira wanted to tag along.

When Dean started weapons training to prepare him for going on hunts, Kira was right there, training along with Dean. More than a few times, Bobby was able to give Dean a batch of grief because Kira had performed better than he did. Those were the days that Dean tended to give Kira the silent treatment. Until she figured out how to bake a pie, that is, then all was usually forgiven.

The day his dad took him and Sam out on the road with him, Dean was heartbroken. It meant that he wouldn't see Kira every day and didn't know when he would again. Kira didn't know it, but Dean's feelings for her had grown beyond that of her best friend. And Dean had no idea that Kira had begun to realize that her feelings for him had shifted to more-than-best-friend territory.

After Bobby died, Kira settled into her own room at the bunker, where she continued to hunt with Sam, Dean and now Castiel. There were so many times with Dean and Kira, the line between friendship and more was very nearly crossed. Drunken near-confessions of love, shameless but harmless flirting and lingering touches all had a way of building up. Everyone was telling the two of them to quit tiptoeing around each other and take the leap of faith, but neither of them could.

Until something happened to force the issue.

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Kira wandered the halls of the bunker, and for some reason stopped in front of Room #17. It was the room occupied by boxes of her parents' possessions. Boxes that were full of the things left to her after their house was sold. She had never had the time or courage to go through the boxes, but for some reason, today seemed like the day to do it. Kira took a deep breath, turned the knob on Room #17 and flipped on the lights.

Dean had finished giving the Impala a tune-up and had returned to the inside of the bunker to get himself cleaned up. He noticed how quiet it was and thought it was odd that Kira didn't have any music playing. Dean decided to shower up then go looking for Kira to see if she would want to watch a movie together. Maybe then he'd have the courage to tell her how he felt about her.

When he was properly cleaned up, Dean went from room to room, trying to find Kira. He didn't find her in her bedroom, the kitchen or the firing range. As he walked back to his room, he heard soft laughter and occasional sniffles coming from Room #17. Dean poked his head in and a smile broke out across his face.

"Hiya, sweetheart," he said softly, not wanting to startle Kira.

Kira hastily wiped the tears from her face and took a deep breath before looking up. "Hey, Dean. Everything okay?" she asked.

"I was just about to ask you the same thing. Whatcha got going on here, darlin'?" he inquired.

"Well, seems like everyone had something to do today, except me. I started wandering the halls and ended up here. It occurred to me that I haven't gone through any of these boxes of my parents' stuff since they died. Figured it was about time I did," Kira finished.

"There's no reason to push yourself if you're not emotionally up for it. But, if you're set on doing this, I'm here for you," Dean remarked.

"If you're all done with what you had going on, then yeah, I'd love the company," Kira replied with a smile.

Dean and Kira each opened a box and started looking through them. Most of what they found was paperwork, like Kira's old school report cards, along with some photographs. A couple of the boxes had some old lore books. Dean placed those boxes by the door and made a mental note to take them out to the library later.

They were down to the last two boxes, which contained items found in Kira's parents' bedroom. The really personal stuff, like her dad's cologne and her mom's hairbrush. Towards the bottom, Kira found her mom's jewelry box. She knew her mom had some heirloom jewelry, passed down from each generation of mothers to daughters.

One piece in particular caught her eye, and that was her mother's locket. She carefully drew it out of the box and dangled it in front of her face, then fastened it around her neck.

"Whatcha got there, sweetheart?" Dean asked.

"It's my mom's locket," she whispered. Kira popped open the locket to reveal her tiny kindergarten photo kept within. "I never asked what she kept inside, and she never told me. Just that it would be passed down to me when it was time," Kira recalled. For some reason, the locket started to glow in her hand. "Dean...." she said as she held it up for him to see.

"What's--I think you'd better put that back in the box, honey, nice and slow," Dean remarked with more calm in his voice than he currently felt.

"Dean! I can't take it off," Kira exclaimed as she started to phase in and out of sight.

From the library, Rowena's head shot up and her eyes glowed purple, a sign that she was in the presence of a powerful magic. "KIRA!!" Rowena shouted as she ran down the hall to Room #17. She got to the doorway in time to chant something in Latin, then Kira completely disappeared.

"KIRA!! NOOOOO!!" Dean roared as Rowena slumped to the floor.

Sam came rushing around the corner. "What the hell just happened?!?" he thundered then looked around the room. "Where's Kira?" he asked.

"I don't know!" Dean growled. "One minute, we're going through these boxes of her parents' stuff, and she came across her mom's jewelry box. The next minute, her mom's locket is glowing around her neck and she disappeared! Oh, but not before Rowena here cast some spell that I have no idea what it does," Dean retorted.

Rowena slowly rose up from the floor. "It was a tracking spell. Your wee Kira is fine....for the moment. Her mother's locket is a powerful charmed object that's been passed down from one generation to the next. It allows the wearer to move between dimensions, which is what each mother is supposed to tell her daughter. Unfortunately, Kira's mother died before she could explain," she shook her head sadly.

"So this whole multiverse is an actual thing? She can travel to other places, other timelines?" Sam asks.

"Look, who cares, we need to get Kira back. Rowena, do whatever hoodoo voodoo you have to do to get her back," Dean ordered. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket to call Cas to see if he could somehow help. He had no idea what it was going to take to get Kira back....assuming they even could do so.

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Kira tilted the mug as she held it under the tap and began to fill it with the frothy amber liquid. She looked around to see if she could figure out who the drink belonged to. Her eyes settled on the outstretched hand of a dark-haired man with squinty dark eyes. He paid for his beer, grumbled his thanks and returned to his table.

With no customers to serve for the moment, Kira reviewed her surroundings. It was a decent sized pub, with four taps for beer, a jug of wine for the more adventurous and a bottle of what looked like scotch. There were seven seats at the beautiful mahogany bar, with several tables on the main floor. Two men were occupied by a dart board in the corner, while four others were huddled around a billiards table.

A woman with curly strawberry blond hair came up to the bar carrying a tray with empty glasses. "Oy, Kira, those blokes in the corner were getting kind of fresh. One of them tried to back me into a corner and pinch me backside!" she exclaimed.

Kira looked at the two men playing darts. For some reason, one of them looked familiar, like she'd dealt with him before. "Don't worry, Ella, I'll take care of it," Kira promised, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. Kira walked out from behind the bar and over to the men in the corner. Loudly clearing her throat, she demanded, "Excuse me, which one of you has been harassing Ella?"

The shorter of the two men sauntered over to me and stood so close that Kira could smell the number of drinks he'd had. "Why 'ello, there! Fancy a throw at the board, Love?" he held out the dart with one hand while he tried to pinch Kira's backside with the other.

Since he was so close, Kira grabbed his ear and pulled upward. "I believe I told you that if you misbehave again in my establishment, you would be kicked out. You tried to pinch Ella's and my backsides tonight. That counts as misbehaving, so you are leaving," Kira said as she dragged him towards the door. He tried to squirm out of her grasp, but she held tight and kept moving until she was able to throw him out of her pub.

His friend started to intervene, but Kira cut him off with a death look. "Unless you want a piece of this, I suggest you back off," she remarked ominously. He had the good sense to return his attention to the dart board. After throwing out the offending individual, Kira dusted off her hands on her apron and returned to her place behind the bar.

As the night wore on, Kira busied herself cleaning the glassware and wiping down the bar as customers started to filter out. Just before closing, the door burst open and a woman with long wavy red hair sauntered in. She was wearing a dark-colored cloak, a long pink dress and carried a large satchel. She eased up onto a barstool near where Kira was working and said, "Kira, dear, we need to talk."

"Rowena," Kira whispered.

"How in the name of holy water did you get here, Rowena?" she hissed.

"Just before you disappeared, I cast a tracking spell on you, dearie," she replied. "How much do you remember before you ended up here of all places?" she asked.

"Last thing I remember is Dean and I going through some boxes of my parents' stuff. I came across my mom's jewelry box and found this locket," Kira lifted it to show Rowena. "It started to glow, I called for Dean, then I ended up here," she finished.

"Well, let's start with the basics. What do we know about this place?" Rowena asked.

"From what I can tell, I'm the owner of this pub. I have three servers that work for me, Ella, Jolene and Miranda. Apparently I've kept my hunting skills, because I just threw out a drunk moron just by holding on to his ear. He was pinching backsides without permission," Kira remarked.

As Kira finished bringing Rowena up to date, two new customers walked in. One was taller than the other, with chestnut hair and hazel colored eyes. The other wasn't as tall, but not short by any means. He had dark blond-ish hair with bright green eyes.

"We're almost closed up, gentlemen, but you have time for one or two drinks before last call. What'll it be?" Kira asked.

"Well, what do you have for beer?" Mr. Green Eyes inquired.

"That depends. We have four of them on tap, and it depends on whether you like it light and crisp, or dark and chewy," Kira quipped.

"Hmm, interesting description, I like it," he continued. "Surprise me, as long as it's not the dark and chewy one," he grinned.

"Can do, and for you sir?" she asked Mr. Hazel Eyes.

"I'll go with scotch, neat," he replied.

"On the way, thank you sir," Kira acknowledged.

Kira pulled the tap to fill a mug of beer for Mr. Green Eyes, and when that was done, she poured the two fingers of scotch for Mr. Hazel Eyes. Kira placed the drinks in front of them, and they paid the tab for the drinks.

"Excuse me, Kira?" Kira looked and Rowena was trying to get her attention. "Might I have a word with you, dearie?" Rowena asked.

Kira walked down to where Rowena was sitting and asked her what she needed. "Those two men? They are not what they seem," she said mysteriously.

Kira looked at them and asked, "What are you talking about? Come on, Rowena, they're a couple of guys who stopped by for a drink late one night," she remarked.

"There's something familiar about them. Can't quite put my finger on it, but it's like they're men of great importance," Rowena insisted.

"Rowena, they look like two regular guys. A little family resemblance, brothers or cousins maybe, but normal, thirsty guys," Kira observed. Wait a minute....Nah, it couldn't be.

Kira was finishing up her chat with Rowena when she heard, "Oy, Lady Kira?" Jolene motioned with her eyes that Mr. Green Eyes needed a refill on his beer. Then she took the next round of drinks out to a table.

Out of the corner of her eye, Kira could see Mr. Green Eyes had nearly finished his beer. After he drained the last drop she took his mug, dropped it in the dishwater and picked up a fresh one. "Same selection?" Kira asked.

"Depends. Which one was that?" he asked with a grin.

"I started you off slow. That one was the light and crisp. I'll pour you the next one, and maybe I'll let you name it," she teased.

"You're on, Lady Kira," he smirked.

A sharp pain pierced Kira's head, momentarily clouding her vision. She grabbed the edge of the bar to keep her balance. Suddenly it dawned on her who these men were. It was Sam and Dean, but also....not them. Like Rowena said, something familiar about them, but they're more than just hunters in this dimension.

Kira poured his beer, but before handing it to him, she leaned in so her face was a few inches from his. "Listen. We keep the 'Lady' part of my name a secret. If everyone knew who I really was, I couldn't do half the things I do for these townfolk. I don't want recognition for any of what I do. I try to make their lives a little easier with some charity while letting them keep a bit of their pride," she finished. As Kira plunked the beer down on the bar, some of it sloshed over the edge, hopefully conveying her annoyance.

Rowena flagged Kira down again. "Now do you believe me, darlin'? I saw that look on your face. You know that's Sam and Dean, but they're different here than they are at home," she remarked.

"Yes, I'm with you now. They're still hunters, but that's not all they are. Like they have a more important 'day job'," Kira mused. "Although Dean in any dimension is still going to be a smart ass from time to time. Likewise, Sam is still the more cautious of the two," she replied with a soft laugh.

At that moment, the door opened and a man with dark hair and piercing blue eyes stepped in. "Sirs? I think it's time we set out for home," the man said.

"Just finishing up one for the road, Castiel," Dean replied. He drained the last of the beer from his mug and tapped on the glass to get Kira's attention. She looked up from the mug she was drying off and tilted her head. "Thank you for the hospitality this evening. Hope to see you again," he said as he winked at her.

"Safe travels, gentlemen. May your journey home be swift and free from incident," Kira remarked as they departed.

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Kira looked around to see that the rest of her customers had also made their way home, or at least out of the pub. Jolene, Miranda and Ella picked up any remaining dishes and brought them up to the bar. While Kira washed the glassware, Miranda cleaned tables while Jolene swept the floor. Ella took care of the restocking duties, checking the taps and bringing up another bottle of scotch.

When all closing duties were done, everyone filed out the back door and went their separate ways, except Rowena stayed with Kira. They walked towards a large carriage house not far from the pub. Kira pushed open the heavy, decorative oak door and was immediately greeted by her house manager, Alfred. "Good evening, Lady Kira. I see you've brought a guest with you. Will she be staying long?" he asked.

"Good evening, Alfred. May I present Lady Rowena of the Scottish Highlands. She will be staying with us for an undetermined amount of time. Please see her to one of the open rooms upstairs, while I check in with the rest of the staff," Kira requested.

"Very well, Lady Kira," Alfred replied. To Rowena, he said, "Should you be in need of refreshment or anything else, please be sure to ring, madam."

"Thank you, dear. I am a wee bit tired, so if you could please show me to my room. Lady Kira, I shall see you in the morning," Rowena promised. Kira nodded in agreement then headed off towards the kitchen.

After a quick meeting with the staff, Kira learned that a morning supply run would be needed to replenish some of the items in the pantry. It was in need of coffee, flour, sugar, most of the basics, including fresh vegetables. Kira provided her head chef, Stefan, with the funds necessary to purchase what was needed at the town market in the morning.

The head housekeeper, Coraline, notified Kira that sheets had been freshly laundered. There also were plenty of clean towels in the wardrobe in each room. Once she got the full report, Kira trudged upstairs to her room. She didn't even bother to get dressed in her nightclothes. She pulled back the blankets and crawled beneath them. As soon as her head hit the pillow, she fell into a deep sleep.

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As the three men approached their destination, they were greeted by Collins, the head of the stables. He was a short, white-haired man who had worked for the family for many years. He remembered when the figures approaching on horseback had been mischievous young boys. He felt privileged to see them grow up into the fine young men they were today.

"You boys had better get on up to the main hall. Your parents have been looking for you, and they are not too pleased at how late you've been out," he gently chided.

The men dismounted from their horses, so that Collins and one of the other stablehands, George, could lead them to their stalls. As they walked from the stables to the main hall, they thought back to events of the past evening.

They were called in to take out a vampire nest in one of the eastern provinces. There were only supposed to be seven or eight vamps, which was certainly manageable for the three of them. Turns out there were more like twelve, which made things a little more difficult, but not impossible.

They approached the main hall where their parents were waiting. The green-eyed man walked up to his mother and knelt before her, touching the backs of her outstretched hands to his forehead. He repeated the same gesture with his father, as did the man with hazel eyes. The blue-eyed man knelt before them, but crossed his chest with his right arm, placing his right fist above his heart.

Their father looked sternly at his sons as he settled back in his seat. "Do you mind telling me what the crown princes of this land have been out doing at all hours of the night?" he asked. "Your mother was worried sick about you, pacing the floor until word arrived that you had come home!"

The hazel-eyed man spoke first. "Father, we received word of an attack in one of the eastern provinces. On our way back, we happened to stop by a pub owned by a woman named Kira. Had a couple of drinks, then Castiel told us it was time to go back, so we left," he explained.

"Is this true? Dean?" his father, King John asked.

"Yes, Father, Samuel is correct. The threat in the eastern province has been neutralized. For now, anyway. I had a couple of beers in the pub and was enjoying some nice conversation with the owner before Castiel pulled us away," he grumbled.

"If you had just told someone where you were going, I--we wouldn't have worried so much," explained his mother, Queen Mary. "Your father and I have a matter of great importance, which we would like to discuss with you. Castiel, would you please excuse us?" she asked.

Part 2 here!

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Holiday in Handcuffs

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/3358268#main

Pairing: Destiel

Words: 6160

Tags: AU, fluff, artist!Cas, kidnapping, Christmas time, mistletoe kisses.

Rating: General Audiences

Summary:

When the mystery man came out and went to walk past Castiel his eyes widened when Castiel stepped in the way.

“Can I help you?”

Castiel almost felt bad as he pulled the coat back enough to show the end of the gun. “You’re going to come with me. Peacefully and quietly, or I’ll shoot you.”

The man didn’t looked scared at all as he looked from the gun to Castiel’s face, just calm, and for a moment Castiel was terrified he wouldn’t listen but then he gave a slight nod and walked to the doors.

Tuesday was when things began to fall apart, at work he had several different people yell at him for bringing him the wrong thing even though he’s sure two of the people did order it then just didn’t like it. He had went home to find out that his ancient microwave finally hit the dust. After eating his cold, three day old Chinese take out he decided to finally try to finish his painting.

He almost did too, he was just adding the final finishing touches of dark gray and light green when he tripped and sent his paint right into the middle of his canvas. In the scramble to get it off with the least damage possible he ended up tripping a second time and falling, the canvas getting torn in the process.

If Tuesday was bad, Wednesday was downright awful. He had went to talk to the local gallery about putting some of his work in but was denied because his landscape work didn’t fit in with the other, mostly unrealistic, pieces they were featuring. At work he dropped hot soup on himself and burned a large portion of his arms and chest. Not to mention the moment he finished putting on his new shirt his brother called him to remind him about Christmas at the family cabin.

“You won’t be late again this year, will you?”

Castiel let out a large sigh as he leaned against the employees bathroom counter. “I’ll be on time. 7 PM, sharp.”

“That’s what you said last year. And Castiel?” Lucifer asked.

“What?” Castiel huffed, already irritated with his eldest brother.

“It’s 6.” He said dryly, going on before Castiel had a chance to respond. “And you’re bringing someone this year aren’t you? You usually don’t but we had hoped you finally met someone who… Can take care of you, this year.”

“I can take care of myself, Lucifer.” Castiel snapped out, pushing away from the counter sharply. “I don’t need anyone to support me.”

Lucifer gave him a long suffering sigh. “You’re a waiter, Castiel.”

“I’m also an artist.” He put in quickly as he left the bathroom, sick of his family ignoring it or referring to it as a childhood hobby he hadn’t grown out of yet.

“Anyways, you’re the only one of us who hasn’t brought anyone home. Mother and father are starting to get worried, you know. Not only that you won’t ever find anyone but that you’re, you know, hiding your sexuality from your family.”

“I’m bringing someone home.” Castiel said, just wanting to put an end to this as he looked around, eyes locking on a man. “But.. It is a man.” He said, waiting for a snide comment that never came.

“What’s his name?”

“You’ll find out with the rest of the family.” He stated as he watched the man walk across the room, headed past him and to the bathrooms.

“Honestly, Castiel-” And that’s when Castiel hung up, already knowing that the condescending tone would only leave him more angry.

Suddenly, he knew what he had to do and he took off the stupid elf hat the owner made them wear and went over to grab his coat, pulling the handgun out from the inside pocket and hiding it under his coat as he headed towards the bathroom.

When the mystery man came out and went to walk past Castiel his eyes widened when Castiel stepped in the way.

“Can I help you?”

Castiel almost felt bad as he pulled the coat back enough to show the end of the gun. “You’re going to come with me. Peacefully and quietly, or I’ll shoot you.”

Castiel followed, feeling like he was in a daze, miles away from the current situation. He was suddenly brought back when the man slipped on a patch of ice and came down on the ground with a harsh sound.

Holding his breath, Castiel leaned over him and once he saw he was simply passed out he pocketed the gun and threw it in his old rust bucket of a car with his coat before working the man into the passenger's seat.

Utilizing this time, he grabbed his tie and took it off, wrapping it around the man’s eyes as a blindfold for later. Once it was knotted in the back he went rummaging around for the gag gift his cousin Gabriel had given him for his last birthday.

He plucked the pink, fuzzy handcuffs up with a slight smile before putting them on his temporary victim. The rational part of him was yelling and telling him he couldn’t do this and to let him go. The larger part of him though was telling him that he could make this work and please his family for once in his life and after the few days at the cabin he could let the man go and everyone would go back to their normal lives.

Once Castiel had buckled the both of them in he began the two hour drive north to his family’s cabin, structures getting more and more scarce as he drove until there were only buildings every 15 or so minutes.

He had stopped an hour in to get gas and pick up some snacks when the man finally woke up, jerking as he tried to asses the situation.

Castiel looked over to him as he pulled out of the gas station. “Sorry.” Was the first thing out of his mouth.

“Sorry.” The man echoed, turning in his general direction. “What the hell is going on?”

“Here.” He said, reaching over and pulling at his tie until it dropped around the man’s neck. “Better?”

“Not really.” He said, staring at Castiel’ before looking out the window. “Are you taking me out in the middle of nowhere to kill me? You some sort of serial killer?”

Castiel frowned at him. “What? No. I just.. Listen, you’re going to come with me to my family’s cabin and pretend to be my boyfriend.” He explained simply.

The man just stared at him for a moment before shaking his head. “You’re fuckin’ crazy. I’ve been kidnapped by a psychopath.” He said, not able to believe it. “What the.. Why do you even think that would work? You do realize the minute we get to other people- wonderfully sane people- I’m going to tell them that you kidnapped me right?”

Castiel shifted, looking at him. “They won’t believe you, I have a plan already.”

The man pursed his lips as he shook his head again. “I could probably take you.” He said as he subtly sized the guy up. “Eventually I’ll overpower you.”

Castiel pulled his gun back out and pointed it at him. “Or I could shoot you.”

“You won’t shoot me.” The man stated just as a deer pranced across the road.

Castiel let out a shout as he went to swerve to the side the same time his hand dropped slightly and he pulled the trigger. He quickly looked over to the frozen man and followed his eyes, horrified when he saw his bullet embedded itself in the seat right below the man's crotch.

“I’m so sorry!” He exclaimed as he slammed the safety back on and put it away.

The pair were silent for the next 20 minutes of their trip before Castiel cleared his throat. “My name is Castiel. You can call me Cas. I uh.. Got chips, if you want any.” He offered.

The man denied even as his stomach growled loudly at the thought.

Castiel offered a slight, if forced, laugh as he handed him an unopened bag. “All yours.”

After another five minutes the man quietly opened the bag and ate a few chips before mumbling.

“What?”

“Dean. Names Dean.”

“Hello, Dean.”

He was met with grumbles and a glare as the man continued to eat.

10 minutes away, Castiel began to give him a rundown of his life and family and Dean reluctantly offered a few things about himself.

Once he was pulled up outside the cabin, half an hour away from any other buildings he began to pat Dean’s jacket and pants pocket.

“Hey! You don’t get to touch what you almost shot off!” He protested.

“Sorry, just looking for this.” Castiel said as he pulled the phone from him and shoved it in his pocket with his own before uncuffing him and taking his tie back. “I’ll be right back.” He said before running to the house.

Inside he found his mom and dad and came out as well as told them that his boyfriend, Dean, had a weird sense of humor where he just joked about being a kidnapped victim until everyone was sick of it in 2 minutes. Castiel could tell that they thought it was weird, but then again they thought he was weird too.

He ran back out of the house and into Dean who had been on the porch.

Castiel took Dean’s arm and pulled him in. “Mom, dad, this is my boyfriend, Dean. Dean, this is my mother and father.”

Dean gave him a look before launching into the story about how he got here. Castiel was more than relieved when his parents looked at each other before chuckling to themselves. “Love has a way of making you feel like that.” His father said and Dean turned to Castiel, smug look dropping off of his face.

The next 15 minutes was a whirlwind of greetings and forced hugs and handshakes and the entire time Castiel made sure to keep an eye on Dean.

After his brothers and sister and the people they brought were led away by his mother and father he turned to Dean. “Not so bad, right?”

“I hate you.” Was his reply as he glowered at Castiel.

“It’s only for a few days?” Castiel offered. “Then I can take you back to the diner and you can go on with your life.”

Dean snorted at that. “Are you serious? My brothers a lawyer, there’s no way you won’t be in jail at the end of this.”

Castiel never get the chance to reply as his mother came downstairs to retrieve them before putting them in a room together.

Once the door was shut, Castiel cleared his throat as they both stared at the single bed. “I know I kidnapped you but if it makes you uncomfortable I can bring a cot in here to sleep on.”

“Yeah, I’d love that. I’d also love if you let me go.” Dean replied, sitting on the bed.

Castiel awkwardly shuffled his feet before deciding to ignore the comment. “So, maybe we should get to know each other a little better?”

“Alright. I’m Dean Winchester, I’m an Aquarius, enjoy sunsets and long walks on the beach. I also like frisky women, emphasis on the women part.”

“You’re not straight, completely, at least.”

Dean stared at him with wide eyes a moment before scowling. “Why do you say that?”

“No need to get defensive.” Castiel sighed, sitting on the other end of the bed. “But in the diner? You checked out two guys.” He pointed out, watching as Dean lowered his head.

“I’m going to enjoy seeing you get arrested.” He bit out.

Dinner went by uneventfully after that, Castiel and Dean staying silent most of the time as they ate slowly. After dinner, the family members bid each other goodnight and Castiel got a cot into their room. He slept by the door as Dean took the bed.

In the morning, Castiel woke up first and, after a few moments, he woke Dean up as well. Which, of course, went awful like he had expected. He didn’t think it would be any better if Dean had woke up on his own, though.

They were still bickering 20 minutes later when his sister Anna came too get them for breakfast.

Dean brushed right past her and headed down. Anna gave Castiel a smile. “I don’t know how you got so lucky, he’s so handsome.” she complimented. “And to get him to come here.”

“I guess I didn’t really give him a choice.” He said before stumbling over his words. “To love me, of course.” He added quickly.

Anna gave a small giggle as she continued down the hall to get Lucifer and Michael and their respective wives.

He made his way into the kitchen just in time, it seemed.

“You slept in those?” His mother asked.

“We left his suitcase behind, with all the hustle and bustle.” Castiel supplied easily as he slipped in the room.

Dean shot him a displeased look as his mother tutted at them. “I’m sure we’ll be able to find something for you. Castiel has a tendency to wear clothes too big for him, anyways.”

And that’s how Dean found himself locked in the bathroom with a phone after lunch. He had gotten some clothes from Castiel but was sent to Lucifer and Michael to look for better fitting pants.

“You have a phone?” Dean asked, staring at the device on Michael’s dresser.

“I own a company, of course I wouldn’t be phoneless for 4 days. I turned in a fake to my mother.”

“Can I use it?” Dean asked, hopeful that this was his way out.

Michael picked it up and tossed it to him. “Five minutes. Don’t let anyone know, mother takes it very seriously.”

Dean was out and down the hallway in ten seconds flat.

Now, he listened the the ringing before a worried. “Hello?”

“Sammy! You have to help me.” Dean said, forcing himself to keep his voice down low.

“Dean, what’s wrong? You never called me back last night and you’re supposed to be here in an hour.”

“Listen, I was kidnapped and held at gunpoint and almost had my dick shot off last night. I’m maybe three hours north of moms house. I need you to get the police or something and get me out of here.” He rushed the last part as someone began banging on the door. “I’ve got to go Sam, but please hurry.” He pleaded as he ended the call and opened the door.

Castiel narrowed his eyes as he held out his hand. “Phone.”

Dean obediently dropped it in his palm, feeling a bit more cocky than he had since this entire thing began.

“You.. didn’t make a call did you?”

Dean just smirked at him before walking by. “Oh, and Castiel?” He said, turning to him with a smug look. “I’m gonna be the best damn boyfriend you’ve ever had.”

“Wait, what?” Castiel asked, blinking in surprise. “Why?”

“Because I want to make your family love me so when they find out all about this they’re even more disappointed with you.” Dean said, bitter about not being home with his own family. He gave him another smug smirk before turning and going to their room.

Castiel watched after him, accidentally letting out a whimper as the words registered with him.

A little bit after that they had put up a tree, his parents embarrassing him worse and worse as the minutes passed by.

“Castiel made this one when he was 7.” His father commented.

His mother let out a sigh as she took it and hung it up. “He was always so withdrawn as a child. Once, we paid a little girl to be his friend but two weeks later she gave the money back.”

“Mother!” Castiel groaned, dropping his head as she went on.

“It was always just you and your drawings. And Mr. Dinglebop.”

“Mr. Dinglebop?” Dean asked, not able to even hide his amusement. Or, not trying to at all to begin with.

“His imaginary friend.” His father added in, sighing heavily.

Dean grinned over at Castiel but it slowly began to fall as he saw how Castiel was retreating in on himself. As an older brother it was part of his job to realize how far you could push someone until it was too far and he could tell it was time to get out of this territory now.

He laid a hand on Castiel’s shoulder and gave him a warm smile when he looked up. “How about we go make some hot chocolate before we go to bed?”

Castiel nodded, relieved and Dean led him with a hand on his lower back to the kitchen.

“Sorry.. They aren’t exactly proud of me.” Castiel said as he pulled out things for hot chocolate.

Dean made a face as he got the cups down “Don’t say that. They’re your parents, they love you.”

“Not as much as they love Michael and Anna and Lucifer.” Castiel mumbled as he got out the mild.

He startled when Dean’s hand closed around his wrist and the milk splashed out and onto Dean’s shirt as he turned them so they were face to face. “Don’t say things like that.” He said, tone demanding him to listen, not even reacting to the spilled milk.

Castiel dropped his eyes to his wet shirt front and nodded.

Dean seemed to be pleased with that and let him go. Castiel set the milk on the kitchen island and watched as Dean easily took his shirt off and bunched it up.

Castiel let his eyes drift down, for the first time getting a good look at Dean’s chest and appreciating it a lot more than he probably should.

Watching him stare, Dean might have flexed a little bit as he twisted the shirt in his hands. “It’s only fair you give me your shirt.” He stated.

Blue eyes flew up to meet green, widening at the statement. “Why don’t you just get a new one?”

Dean smirked, leaning against the counter. “Because you want me to wear your clothes anyways.”

Castiel rolled his eyes and quickly removed his own shirt, throwing it at Dean. “I’ll go get a new one. You can make the cocoa.” He said, blushing at how Dean’s eyes roamed over him.

He turned and began to walk when Dean opened his mouth again.

“Are all your pants that low?” Castiel stumbled and turned to stare at him just to let his jaw drop when he found eyes tracing the v of his hips.

Turning, he fled the room and put on the baggiest shirt he owned, hoping Dean couldn’t find a reason to check his body out again.

He may have put off going back down for a few minutes. He fiddled with the sketchbook he had brought, flipping through it quickly twice before he sighed and put it back. Slowly, he walked back to the kitchen.

Castiel found Dean with two glasses and a bottle of hard liquor between them. “I uh… Just thought that maybe something stronger would be good for tonight.”

Moving forward with a small smile, Castiel nodded. “That sounds better, actually.” He said, sitting down as he took the glass Dean pushed towards him.

Dean watched as Castiel put the glass to his lips, downing it all in one go and setting the glass back down with a slight grimace. “You drink like you want to forget.” He commented.

Castiel glanced at Dean who just shrugged and said “I know what it’s like.” before downing the liquid in his own glass. They refilled and went on drinking as they talked. At first it was all meaningless small talk but at some point it became deeper.

“I just want them to feel proud of me, just once.” Castiel said miserably. That wouldn’t do, thought Dean. He reached over and settled a hand on Castiel’ shoulder in a form of comfort.

Castiel’s eyes rose to meet him and they were full of regret. “I’m sorry- I shouldn’t have brought you here. It was stupid, I was stupid.” He muttered, dropping his gaze to the half empty glass.

“Hey, Cas, look at me.” Dean said and waited for their eyes to meet again before going on. “I know I didn’t exactly have any choice on coming here, and I wish that I was with my own family, but… This isn’t all that bad.” He said, shifting.

Castiel looked up, eyes hopeful for the first time this day. “You really mean that? Like… You don’t hate it all?”

“Course not, you’re family is pretty cool once you get passed half them acting like they have sticks up their asses half the time.” Dean said, downing the rest of his drink. They were both well on their way to drunk at this point and starting to slur some of their words. “Besides, as stupid as it is, I’m really liking all your family traditions and.. and I might be starting to like even you.”

Castiel stared at him a long minute, not being able to process that. “You mean… You don’t hate me? Even after I almost shot your..” He motioned down to his lap.

Dean let out a loud laugh at that before clamping a hand over his mouth, not wanting to wake anyone up.

After that, the conversation became lighter as they talked about what they both enjoyed. They had a few more glasses before Castiel stood up to put the almost empty bottle back. He stumbled on the way, causing Dean to laugh more, doubling over and shaking his head as he watched.

Castiel couldn’t help but laugh back, finding it contagious. Finally, he calmed himself enough to nudge Dean and nod to the stairs. “We should go to bed.”

Dean nodded and stood, he wobbled in place a moment before tossing an arm around Castiel’s shoulder. “We can help each other walk.” He reasoned and Castiel had never heard a better idea as he wrapped an arm around Dean’s middle.

They made their way up the stairs, in now way, shape, or form, being quiet about it. They had to stop half way up when Castiel began to laugh after Dean had hit his toe and almost fell as he swore loudly.

Eventually, after much too long, they were in the room. Dean kicked the door closed and walked them to the bed. He held on tight even when Castiel’s tried to pull away to go to his cot.

“No, no, we have to walk together.” Dean had said.

“But I’ll have to walk back to my cot by myself.” Castiel said, confused by the idea.

Dean shook his head as he flopped down on the bed, taking Castiel with him. “Good thing this is big enough for two!”

Castiel let out a laugh as Dean turned enough to wrap his arms and legs around his. “Hey, hey, at least cover us up.” He protested with chuckles as he wrestled the blanket out from underneath them and flung it over, making sure they were both covered.

Dean hummed, giving Castiel a small squeeze. “Haven’t slept in the same bed with someone in forever. I missed it.” He admitted quietly, into Castiel’ hair.

Castiel let out a small content sigh, turning into Dean’s hold and laying an arm around his waist. “I know how you feel.” He said back in a quiet voice.

He laid there, ear pressed against Dean’s chest and listening to just his heartbeat and breathing for a while before his own eyes slid shut and he drifted off.

Dean, laid there a while longer just watching Castiel, mind void of any real thought processes before he also fell asleep.

The next day they didn't say anything when the woke up side by side. They just got up and began getting ready for the day.

It worked for the most part, at least until they went down for breakfast. They had been shuffling through the door when Anna pointed at them with a grin.

They looked at each other, confused, then back at Anna. All she did was grin and look up. Dread filled Castiel as he looked up, already knowing what he would see.

Above them was mistletoe. It was just hanging there in a cruel way, at least to his eyes. He was about to make an excuse about morning breath but he felt a hand on his cheek.

His eyes shot down to meet Dean’s and they widened when he was the soft smile on Dean’s face.

He felt another hand on his other cheek and then his face was being pulled forward. He closed his eyes automatically and then lips were on his and they were soft and warm and so, so wrong because Dean’s not even here of his own free will.

That didn’t stop him from kissing back though and he tilted his head when Dean began to tilt his the other way.

Castiel wrapped his arms around Dean’s neck and Dean’s hands moved down, settling on each of his hips. They continued to kiss like that until a cleared throat made them startle away from each other.

Castiel stared wide-eyed at Dean in disbelief as a blush took over his face. Dean, on the other hand, just turned to see who had made the noise and grinned at Michael. “Sorry?”

Castiel turned fast enough to see Michael roll his eyes. Anna looked fairly pleased with herself and right then he knew his sister was the reason the mistletoe was there in the first place. Glancing to the other end of the table he could see Lucifer hiding an amused smirk behind his cup of coffee. If it was possible, Castiel’s face burned even brighter at that.

“Mother dragged the others out to pick up the last few things needed for dinner tonight.” Michael said as he stood up. “I think I’m going to go for a walk, now.” He said before leaving the room with carefully measured strides.

Dean dragged Castiel over to the table and sat him down before grabbing breakfast for the both of them. “I was thinking actually, you paint, right? Maybe we could go out for a winter picnic and you can get some nice landscapes down.”

Castiel stared at him, startled, before slowly nodding. “I.. Yes, Dean, that sounds pleasant.” He said, his hands fidgeting under the table, out of sight.

Dean smiled widely at him as he sat down with two plates of food and Castiel’s breath caught in his throat. Right then, he knew he was fucked.

Keen to keep his word, Dean packed a lunch and made sure they were bundled up before dragging Castiel out of the cabin with a canvas as well as a sketchpad and his case of various paints, pencils and pastels.

Castiel took him up to a secluded spot he had found as a kid and Dean spread out two blankets on a fallen log they had found. They ate in silence as Castiel began to look around, looking for just the right spot.

Dean seemed content to just eat and look out at the snow shining in the distance as Castiel began on his landscape sketch. Or, at least it started as a landscape drawing.

At some point Castiel had sketched Dean into it and then suddenly half of the space was just him and it was more like a portrait then. Castiel didn’t even realize it until he had colored the green of Dean’s eyes just right. He started when Dean broke the silence that had surrounded them the whole time.

“Can I see it?”

Castiel stared at him with wide eyes as he held it against his chest. “I..” He swallowed before nodding and holding it out to Dean.

He watched as Dean’s eyes widened and let it go easily when Dean took hold of it to bring it closer to his eyes for inspection. He waited guiltily for Dean to begin to lecture him about drawing him without his permission but then Dean just grinned over at Castiel and handed it back. “I like it, Cas.”

Castiel practically preened at the words, smiling brightly at him as he pulled it back and finished up the background. “We should probably head back, the suns going down.” He said softly.

“Probably.” Dean agreed, carefully nudging Castiel. “I’ll pose for you back at the cabin, okay?” He said and Castiel looked up to meet teasing eyes.

“Maybe I will make you be my model.” Castiel rolled his eyes fondly as he packed up. “You are very pretty, after all.” He said, patting his cheek before standing up.

Dean watched him a moment before grinning and getting up too, collecting the blankets before they began their journey through the thinning forest to the cabin.

They walked in the front door and began peeling off their damp clothing. They seemed to have good timing because just then Castiel’s father came out in a huge coat and let out a loud sigh when he saw them. “I was just about to come get you. Dinner will be ready in ten.” He said before he pulled off his huge coat.

“Let’s go get dressed.” Castiel said quietly, taking Dean’s hand and pulling him up the stairs to their room.

Castiel put his art supplies away and turned to go through the dresser he had filled with his clothes. He got an outfit and turned to change but froze when he saw Dean, however. He was shirtless and tugging his pants down and he turned to grab the pants he had put on his bed.

Dean looked up and saw Castiel staring, he grinned at him and winked. “Maybe we’ll save the nude modeling for after dinner?”

Castiel sputtered at that and turned away quickly, pulling his own clothes off and quickly trying to redress. This wasn’t anything like how the locker rooms at school were like, he mused to himself.

Dean grinned as he watched Castiel and let out a whistle, chuckling to himself when Castiel almost tripped in his rush to pull his pants on.

Castiel was dressed and out the door before Dean even had his pants on. He rushed down to the kitchen and offered to help but just got sent to grab the two bottles of wine from the storage spot in the garage portion there was.

He went and fetched the bottles and when he returned Dean was helping Anna set the table. After that it was all a blur of directions and being told where to sit by his mother before everything was set and dinner was deemed ready.

Lucifer and Michael were sat on one side of the table with their wives beside them. At both heads of the table where their parents and then Anna, Dean and Castiel sat across from his brothers and their wives.

His mother made a small religious speech and they all made a toast. Right as his father rose to cut the ham there was a loud bang and men charged into the house, guns raised.

Castiel felt his stomach drop as he realized they were police officers, shouting orders at them. After a moment a large man without a uniform fought his way through and grabbed Dean, dragging him out.

Castiel kept his head down as he heard yelling and orders but he just obediently put his hands behind his back when the officers began to arrest them. All of them, to Castiel’s horror.

Luckily on the way to the jail he rode in the back of a police car with Anna who seemed to be stunned into silence. Or too disgusted to talk to him. Castiel was hoping it was just the shock, though.

The next to hour seemed to pass by like minutes. Soon they were all back together in a cell and Michael was yelling at him about how he had managed to ruin Christmas and commit a crime at the same time.

No one stood up for him or even told Michael to quiet down so Castiel sat there and took it, staring at the ground. He always knew his family was better off without him and this was proving all those thoughts.

He tried to apologize once but a glare from Lucifer shut him back up. Worse than that, his mother was crying, asking what she had done to mess him up this bad. His father kept giving him disappointed looks, and Anna was ignoring him all together.

He wasn’t sure how long it had went on, it seemed like hours to him though. Eventually an officer returned and said the charges had been dropped. Everyone rushed out of the cell, to follow the other officer but Castiel made a sluggish exit, feeling like he would be safer behind the bars at this point.

It was stupid and selfish but Castiel kept looking around the police station, hoping to see Dean. He didn’t.

He went home after that to his broken toaster and lonely rooms, not daring to go get his things from the cabin just yet. He did go pick his car up from where the police had all of their cars towed.

A couple of weeks later Castiel was heading out of the restaurant and to his car. His entire body locked up in terror as a blindfold was suddenly tied around his eyes and a hand found his way over his mouth.

To his horror, Castiel felt himself begin to shake slightly as he let out a whimper.

“Shh..” The man hushed him, pressing a kiss to Castiel’s jaw.

Castiel knew he should have been terrified of that kiss but something about this just seemed so familiar.. and then it clicked. “Dean?” He asked but it came out muffled.

He had seemed to understand it because he pulled his hand back with a chuckle. “Hey, Cas.”

Castiel gasped and went to turn around but Dean stopped him and Castiel felt fur on both his wrists and he let out a huff of amusement. “Furry handcuffs?”

“I didn’t make fun of you for using it.” Dean said as he began to lead him.

Castiel walked, frowning slightly when it felt like he had walked at least a block. “Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise.” Was Dean’s response as he ran a hand down his arm. “This is my revenge and I can do what I want.” He stated.

Castiel felt his heart sink all over again. “I’m sorry for what I did, Dean.” He said in a defeated voice.

He was suddenly pulled to a stop and turned around by Dean. “Don’t be.” He said simply and then there were soft lips on him and it felt so right but wrong all over again.

Before Castiel had the chance to kiss back Dean pulled away and pulled the blindfold away. Castiel squinted as his eyes were suddenly assaulted with light again. He blinked a few times then looked around in amazement.

They were in a gazebo and there were lights hanging inside the entirety of the structure. Castiel looked back to Dean with wide eyes. “Where.. Where are we?” He asked softly.

Dean grinned at him and moved closer, wrapping his arms around Castiel’s waist. “Back of the art gallery. I have another surprise late.” He said, smiling softly as he began to sway them back and forth, dancing without music.

Castiel wrapped his arms around his neck and, moved with him, biting his lip lightly. “I don’t… I don’t understand. I kidnapped you.”

“Yeah, well… You made me like you too so you only have yourself to blame.” Dean teased softly, leaning in and kissing his cheek.

Castiel watched him with soft eyes a moment before leaning in and kissing Dean softly. They shared chaste kisses as they swayed together for a while before Dean pulled away and took his hand, tugging up up to the art gallery doors. Castiel laughed at Dean’s excitement all they way until he suddenly stopped.

Castiel looked up, quieting as he met Dean’s eyes. Dean was looking at him expectantly and a moment later he understood why.

His picture. Hanging up. His work of art in an art gallery. His landscape-turned-portrait of Dean in an art gallery.

It was overwhelming, seeing something he had made up there and he felt himself tear up. He had tried to get some of his other pieces into shows before but was always denied and now… He felt like a real artist for the first time in a long time, he felt that his family was wrong about him. “Dean.. There’s no way I can repay you for this.” He whispered.

“Sure there is!” Dean said cheerily, smiling as he pulled Castiel into his side. “Go on a date with me.”

Castiel tore his eyes from the wall and looked up at Dean in shock. After a moment he gave Dean a shy smile and nodded. “Okay.”

#destiel #old fanfic #but its the holiday season sooo #castiel #dean winchester #artist!cas #holiday in handcuffs #spn #supernatural #fanfic #destiel fanfic #destiel fic #tw: kidnapping

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nickelkeep · 3 years

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Pairing: Sam/Eileen/Gabe Rating: T Word Count: 2.1K Warnings: Season 15 Fix It, Pre-Poly, Poly Negotiations Written For: FicWip’s Holiday Exchange Nope, still not on Ao3. Still Working on that.

Sam sat at the War Table. His laptop was open, and the software that Charlie had made so long ago was scanning newspapers across the country. While it was scrolling dutifully, it was the last thing on his mind. Sam’s attention was focused on the small cell phone in his hand. Every time the screen went black, he would hit the button to wake it back up. His own face would look back at him, smiling.

Even after everything Chuck had dragged them through, Eileen had kept Sam’s picture as her phone’s lock screen. Sam shivered involuntarily as he thought of Eileen.

Everyone who had been snapped by Chuck had been returned. Charlie. Stevie. Bobby. Donna. Jody. The girls. Every single one of them had been restored by Jack. It didn’t make sense. Even Cas, who had been taken by the Empty, was returned sans grace by Jack.

So where was she?

It wasn’t like Sam didn’t pray to Jack. He did, once a day. The kid might be the new God, but he was still his, Dean’s, and Cas’ son first. And every time he prayed, Sam asked for some sort of sign that Eileen was alive.

Sam set down Eileen’s phone and picked up his own. There were no new texts, no missed calls.

Fuck, he needed something to distract him from the growing chasm inside his chest. It was time to take a page from Dean’s book of coping. A visit with the other Jack.

...

Several shots later, Sam groaned as his head hit the table beneath him. “Why did I think this would be a good idea?” A hand rested on his shoulder, and a cool wave of relief rushed through him.

“I’m not sure.” Sam turned his head to the side and looked up, his eyes finding the mischievous golden eyes of Gabriel smiling down at him. “You had a choice of two Jacks, and you chose the one that comes in a bottle.”

“Gabe? No. You’re in the fucking empty. I’m fucking hallucinating.” Sam rotated his head back so his forehead rested on the chilled wood. He let out a sigh. “If I’m talking to a ghost, I might as well get it off my chest. Jack wasn’t answering.”

“I’m as real as they get, Sam.” For a hallucination, Gabriel was actually pretty solid. “As for Jack, I’m not surprised. The kid’s following in Pop’s footsteps. A hands-off approach.” The inflection in Gabriel’s voice betrayed his annoyance. “So, you pray to Jack, you tell him about your day.”

“I ask about Eileen! I ask him every day for some sort of sign she’s alive.” Sam scoffed as he sat up. “I don’t get anything from him. There’s no response.”

Gabriel’s smile broadened across his face as he laughed. “I’m sorry, Sam. I know it’s not funny. You’re clearly missing her. But, as the last remaining Archangel, I thought you were getting my sign.” He handed Sam Eileen’s phone. “Have you needed to charge it? Has it died once since you started asking if she’s okay?”

“What?” Sam took the phone hesitantly. He pressed the button to wake it up and promptly looked at the battery. 100% Charge. “You kept her phone charged to show me that she’s alive?”

“This is me we're talking about. I thought it was clever. You’re always looking at it, flipping through the pictures Eileen keeps on it. Re-reading your messages with her.” Gabriel walked around the table and sat down across from Sam. “I figured that as long as it was alive, one, you’d be able to smile on your memories with Eileen, and two, you would know that she’s alive.”

“Gabe, I didn’t notice until just now.” Sam ran his fingers through his hair before setting her phone down. “I mean, I should have. But it’s been the last thing on my mind.” He rubs his face before resting his head in his palms. “So wait. You’re alive, and she’s alive?”

“Very much so,” Gabriel replied. “I’m sorry my message wasn’t clear.”

Sam jumped up at the confirmation. “Gabe, she’s alive?!”

“Yeah, Sam. I think we need to get your hearing checked as I already confirmed it several times over.” Gabriel tilted his head, watching Sam’s reaction. “I thought you would be happy to know that I’ve been keeping an eye on her. When Jack restored everyone, I made sure that I was there when he restored her. Someone needed to be with her. Jack was a little focused on reviving Cas to focus on the people he UnThanosed.”

“Why isn’t she here? Where is she? Is she hurt or stuck? Do I need to go get her?”

Gabriel did his best to appear innocent. “She wanted to learn to believe again.”

“I don’t follow.”

“Over the months, you all did something unthinkable—you, Dean, Cas, Rowena, Eileen, even Jack. You guys saved the world. There were sacrifices. You lost loved ones.” Gabriel reached across the table and picked up Eileen’s phone. “And even though you succeeded in the end, it was still with great sacrifice. Dean lost Cas. You lost Eileen. The Winchester found family was dust in the wind.

“Once you guys defeated Chuck, and Jack took his power and absorbed Amara, he tried to reset the world as best as a three-year-old could. He brought back everyone. He returned your loved ones.” Gabriel gestured to himself as he looked up at Sam. “When Jack restored Eileen, I made sure I was there. I didn’t want her to forget what happened, so I was there.”

Sam sat back down slowly. “She wouldn’t have remembered Chuck erasing her?”

“Jack brought everyone back, and despite what you may think of me, I wanted to make it as minimally traumatic as possible. So when everyone returned, I erased the memory of them not feeling so well. For the majority of the world, it was like no time passed at all.” Gabriel twirled a finger, and a sucker manifested. He unwrapped it and popped it in his mouth.

“I can understand that. But what does that have to do with Eileen?”

“She remembers everything. Eileen remembers you bringing her back to life, how it was Chuck’s manipulation. She remembers your proclamation of love before she left the bunker to find herself.” Gabriel looked around the library before leaning forward like he had a secret. “Eileen thinks that she let you down.”

“What? No!” Sam shook his head. “What happened was out of her control. Chuck did manipulate her, but her feelings, our feelings? Those were real. They belonged to us!”

Gabriel nodded. “I am well aware. However, Chuck also knew this and lied to make you believe that they weren’t.”

“I thought we had moved past that.” Sam hung his hand between his heads.

“Well, being erased, then brought back by Jack, being welcomed back to life by me, it kinda threw her faith again.” Sam’s jaw dropped, and his mouth gaped open, causing Gabriel to quickly explain. “She wants to know she’s going to stay on Earth this time. Eileen doesn’t want to go back to hell or go to heaven yet. She thought I was there to take her up to the pearly gates.” Gabriel pointed his lollipop at Sam. ”She doesn’t want to be nothing or forgotten. She doesn’t want to just be. Eileen wants to know her place in this world.”

“That’s all fair and good, Gabe, but I’ve been worried sick, no way to find her.” Sam looked at the Archangel sitting across from him. “Does she not want to be with me?”

“She thinks that you may not want to be with her.” Gabriel kicked his feet up on the table and leaned back in his seat. “Something about Sam’s angel is back to watch over him.”

Sam nodded. Then realized what Gabriel said. “Wait, what?”

“When she realized I was alive, since you know, I’m the one who went to her, she thought it was me staking my claim on you.” Gabriel held his hands up when Sam scowled. “I didn’t. I actually told her otherwise. That you mourned me and moved on.”

“That’s not entirely true.” Sam blushed. “Eileen knows how much I love you, Gabe. She and I have a different love from what you and I had. Have. I don’t even know right now.” He shook his head. “I need to find her, Gabe. If I had known she was actively hiding from me…”

“You’d what? Try and find her? Eileen’s one of the best hunters out there. She’d outrun you every time.” Gabriel pulled his sucker out of his mouth again and stared at it for a moment. “Ever think that I may have made myself known to you right now because maybe now she’s ready?”

“Is this one of your tricks, Gabe?”

Gabriel at least pretended to be offended. “Me, pull a trick in regards to something this serious?” When Sam’s face twisted into trademarked bitchface number 135, Gabriel shook his head and laughed. “Sam, I’m serious when it comes to this.“

"So what makes you think she wants to see me now?”

“I’ve been with her this entire time, Sam.” Gabriel paused to let that register. “We’ve spent the past couple of months getting to know each other. I certainly wasn’t joking when she said that she wanted to know her place in this world.”

“Where is she?”

Gabriel closed his eyes, and a moment later, Eileen walked into the Library. “Hi, Sam.” She looked nervous, almost afraid, and Sam hated it. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” Sam signed as he asked his question.

“I assume Gabe told you already? About me wanting to find me again?” Eileen waited for Sam to nod before continuing. “I’m sorry it took me so long to realize that while everything may have been a part of Chuck’s story, that it didn’t negate what I felt for you. Or what you feel for me. I know that we had started working on it, but when Gabe found me, everything I had started to build came falling down like a house of cards.”

Sam shot another bitchface – number thirty-seven - at Gabriel, who held up his hands in defense again. Sam deflated and looked at Eileen. “I would have been happy to talk to you.” He looked at Gabriel, continuing his signing for Eileen. “Both of you.”

“I know, Sam. Gabe knows too. But the truth be told, I really did need to figure out what my role in life, especially now that Chuck is gone, and Jack is in charge.” Eileen looked at Gabe and smiled. “I’m still my own woman, I can still kick any monster’s ass, I’m still independent. But I have two very dedicated people who love me.”

“Two?” Sam followed Eileen’s gaze to Gabriel. “Gabe?”

Gabriel shrugged. “What can I say? I see why she means the world to you.” He offered a hand to both Sam and Eileen. “I don’t see a reason why this can’t work, Sam. You and ‘Leen have your relationship. ‘Leen and I have ours, And then we have ours. Three separate relationships between three people who care deeply about each other.”

“You make it sound easy.” He looked back to Eileen and repeated his statement in Sign for her. “What do you think, Eileen?”

“I think nothing in life is easy. Especially the things you want. You work for what you want.” She looked at Gabriel and smiled before looking back at Sam. “It might not be easy, but it’s something we deserve. Happiness.”

Sam worried his bottom lip as the words of both his lover and former lover embedded themselves in his brain and heart. He could have both. They had gone searching for answers together, and both agreed on one thing.

Him.

“This is new territory for me”— Sam held up a finger when Gabriel tried to interject. —“for all of us. But if you both are willing, then I’m willing.” He looked over at Eileen. “But we need to be open with each other.” He turned to Gabe. “And we need to be honest with each other.”

Gabriel wrapped his arm around Sam’s waist at the same time he pulled Eileen in for a hug. “We get it, Sam.” He kissed the top of Eileen’s head before standing on tiptoe to kiss Sam. “And you got us.”

#fanfiction #the 15 year show #season 15 fix-it #sam/gabriel/eileen #sam winchester #gabriel #eileen leahy #polyamory #rating: t

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unityghost · 4 years

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For the 27th installment of Post-Asmodeus Sabriel Feels, I'm fulfilling two requests from Twistedlove on Archive of Our Own: write something that takes place a little earlier in the series, and show Sam's response to one of the fainting spells to which past stories have alluded.

“You mentioned this chapter [’To Slip and Fall’] about him losing consciousness in the past. I wonder how Sam reacted to that.”

I envision this as taking place somewhere between the second and third entries ("Heavy" and "Midnight Blue"). I've said it before: continuity is a little out of my reach because this was never supposed to become a series (whoopsie), but I do what I can to keep things as smooth as possible.

Got me thinking about the time I fainted in front of a crowd while giving a poetry reading. Womp womp.

Thanks for reading!

On the seventh consecutive day of rain, time began to feel crooked. Gabriel fell asleep at lunchtime and woke two hours later to his door creaking open.

Sam smiled when Gabriel rolled over to look at him. “Hey, Gabriel.”

Gabriel groaned and pressed the heels of his hands over either temple to try and ease an oncoming headache. “Good to see you, Sam. My favorite part of the reunion was when you didn’t knock.”

“You must’ve slept through it. We haven’t seen you in a few hours. Everything okay on your end?”

“I’m fine. What do you need?”

“Just wanted to let you know we saved some casserole for you in case you were hungry. I mean, you haven’t eaten since …”

Gabriel shoved himself upright. “I don’t remember either.”

Sam frowned at him, then glanced over his shoulder into the hall. “Hey … is it all right if I step in for a second?”

Gabriel scanned Sam’s face, his hands, his body. “What for?”

Sam looked a little surprised by the shift in Gabriel’s tone. “You can say no.”

“That doesn’t answer the question.”

“I’m not …” Sam offered an uncertain smile. “I’m not here to punish you or whatever, if that’s where your mind went.”

Gabriel cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair. “No, that isn’t what I thought. Um, yeah, make yourself comfy, champ.”

Sam stepped inside and shut the door behind him. “I was only looking to check up on you. Figured maybe you wanted to talk to me.”

Gabriel almost asked, Why? What am I doing wrong? Instead he answered with, “About what?”

“Well,” said Sam, “For one, you look kind of … awful.”

“That’s according to plan. The last thing I’d want to do is make any one of you feel jealous.”

“And also, you - ”

“Wait.” Gabriel held up a hand. “Listen, Sam: I’m sorry, but at the moment I’m not sure I have the stamina to rifle through a scrapbook full of bad memories. You know better than anybody how much that kind of works takes out of the both of us.”

Sam shrugged. “We don’t have to do anything like that. We could just … hang out.” He waited for Gabriel to reply. When Gabriel said nothing, Sam declared, “No problem. In the meantime, I guess maybe I’ll go get some coffee and hang out in the library. Dean just now told me he thinks he might’ve found us a case to work on in Connecticut. Nothing’s for sure yet, but might as well use the time to dig up whatever info might end up being useful, right? So if you need me - ”

“Don’t know why I would.”

“ - I’ll be in the library.” Sam turned, and placed a hand on the doorknob.

“Hold on,” said Gabriel, and Sam turned back. “Don’t go all the way to Connecticut.”

“We don’t have plans yet. Plus, I don’t have to be the one to go if it makes you nervous.”

“No one’s nervous; I just … I … you know.”

Sam looked puzzled. “No. I don’t know.”

What was Gabriel doing? It was ridiculous - not to mention wildly imprudent - that he should try and dictate Sam’s actions. It was even more absurd that he should feel threatened by the prospect of Sam not being nearby.

“Ah, never mind,” said Gabriel. “You can totally go to Connecticut. Pennsylvania. Arkansas. Colorado. The Pyrenees. Anywhere that tickles your fancy, Sam.”

Sam let go of the doorknob. “Gabriel, don’t take this the wrong way, but I think you’re spending too much time alone.”

Gabriel glanced at the floor, thinking of the nightmares and flashbacks to which Sam had been witness since Gabriel first arrived at the bunker several weeks earlier. He was afraid that, if he said anything now, he would be perpetuating a trend that he did not want to continue. “There’s some way to describe what’s up with me, but I’m not confident about getting it right.”

“Bad dreams?”

“Yeah. For sure. Always.” He continued to avoid Sam’s gaze. “They come at odd hours when I can’t keep track of day and night. The rain, you know? Not like we can see it from here. But I feel it. It’s weird, actually; it’s like I can sense it in a way I couldn’t before. Near-gracelessness and whatnot - makes me tired, causes pain … everything feels different now. But it’s not about the nightmares - that isn’t new.”

“So what else, then? Can you tell me?”

Gabriel remained silent.

“Gabriel,” Sam said, “You’re the only one who knows what you’re feeling.”

Gabriel shook his head. “I’m the only one who feels what I’m feeling. But I don’t know what it is, or how to give an accurate picture. Headachey, I guess. Exhausted.”

Sam waited for him to say more. When Gabriel didn’t go on, Sam took a few cautious steps toward the bed and sat beside him.

“I feel like you might be getting worse,” Sam said softly, “Not better.”

“Yeah, well ...”

“You’re spending a lot of time by yourself. And whenever any of us tries to get you to hang out, or eat, or go for a walk, or whatever, you just sort of … hide.”

“I don’t hide.”

“What would you call it?”

“Voluntary seclusion.”

“I’m not prosecuting you. You know that, right? It isn’t wrong if you need time to yourself. It’s just that I’ve never thought of you as a wallflower.”

“Excuse you. I’m the prettiest of all wallflowers; I’m a whole-ass bouquet.”

“You want to tell me what’s going on?” Sam’s tone was gentle. “As best you can?”

Gabriel fidgeted. “I mean … sure. I can give you what I know. But that’s all I’ve got.”

“Yeah, tell me.”

Gabriel took a deep breath, released it, and began: “You guys have a good, solid rhythm going. Your own thing. Your own little family. Who am I to look for a place in that, huh? Plus - and I know you won’t be happy about this, Sam, but it is what it is - sometimes I prefer not to be around the others. Dean is … intense, Cas is hard to read - especially when my grace is low and I can’t always communicate with him in ways I might have before - and Jack is … look, the fact of the matter is Jack is a stranger. I’m sorry, but you’re the only one I can trust even a little bit, and otherwise I’d rather be alone.

“There’s one more thing, and it doesn’t make a lick of sense: most of the time, I wish I wasn’t by myself - but I feel like I have no choice. Now, obviously, nobody’s depriving me of the option to saunter out there and say, ‘Screw it, I know not one of you is looking to throw me around like a bargain-bin Raggedy-Ann knockoff.’ But here I am, some castaway watching a cruise ship glide past on still waters, and I’m not doing a damn thing to get myself rescued.” Gabriel clenched his jaw. “So I go with plan B: lock myself in here like a sick kitten and cry.”

He heard Sam shift beside him.

“The point is,” Gabriel went on, “None of this makes sense. I don’t make sense.”

“I think it makes sense.” Gabriel tried to catch any revulsion or annoyance in Sam’s voice and couldn’t. “All of it makes sense to me.”

“Bully for you, Sam. I don’t know what metric you’re using, but something ain’t adding up.”

“I think you just need to let yourself adjust. Give yourself some space to heal. And time - you gotta give yourself time before you can expect to really feel better.”

Gabriel raised his eyes to meet Sam’s. “Time and space sound fantastic, but they’re not what I need. I need my grace. I need to forget about Asmodeus. And - ”

Sam furrowed his brow. “And?”

Gabriel swallowed. “And I need that now.”

Sam lifted a hand. “Can I - ”

“No,” said Gabriel, “Please don’t touch me.”

Sam lowered his hand. “Look ... Gabe … there’s no forgetting. That isn’t what you need. And you can’t hold yourself to that standard, because you’re setting yourself up for failure if you decide that the only way to improve is to forget.”

“Yeah, well, no one’s trying to make a case for its likelihood. All I’m saying is that’s the only thing that could ever make a difference. You asked me to talk, we can talk - but if you can’t handle the truth then maybe find another conversation partner. However, if you think you can metabolize it, you want to know what I’ve learned since coming here?”

“What’s that?”

“You really want to know?”

“Yeah, Gabe. I really do.”

“Dandy.” Gabriel made sure to hold Sam’s gaze this time. “Here’s your appetizer: on my first night here, I learned that sleep doesn’t have anything to do with rest, and that the unconscious brain can hold about ten different storylines at one time. A little meatier: after that I learned just how committed a graceless body can be to purging itself of phantom danger even when there’s nothing left to throw up. By now - and here’s your entree - I’ve learned that getting out of Hell doesn’t mean I’m not still there. How was I to know I’d be scared of my own brother? Scared of Dean? How was I supposed to plan for that? And how was I supposed to anticipate just how much help I was going to need when I ought to be damn well capable of helping myself?” Gabriel turned away. “Hope you enjoyed. Don’t forget to leave a tip.”

“Gabriel …” This time, Sam simply took Gabriel by the shoulder.

Gabriel jolted away. “Stop it, I told you not to!”

“Sorry. I’m sorry.” Sam softened his voice. “I really didn’t think. Listen, buddy, don’t be so hard on yourself about all this.”

Gabriel gave a cold smile. “Even when it’s happening all the time?”

“‘It?’ What’s happening all the time?”

“I see Asmodeus everywhere, Sam. Around every corner, behind me, next to me, in every one of you. Even you - sometimes. And I … that’s not all right, and I’m sorry.”

“You won’t get better by being sorry, Gabriel.”

“You worry about me holing myself up in here, away from the rest of you? You worry about not being able to monitor me all the time?”

“No. I get that there’s no reason to keep tabs on you twenty-four/seven. I worry because it’s nothing like you to pull yourself away from everyone around you and I feel like you might need … I don’t know. Something.”

“Yeah? And what do you think you’re gonna do when I finally agree to set the party ablaze with this killer personality Asmodeus cultivated for almost a millennium? You know, Sam, sometimes humans throw around this idea that it’s better to get it all out - to let yourself be messy, to break down freely. Because sure, all right: your kind aren’t built to house your pain in those bodies indefinitely. And then there’s me.” Gabriel laughed, harshly and quietly. “I can hold it. I can keep myself together. But, just like you, like any human being, I reach a tipping point. Fair enough; I can accept that. Except here’s one other fun tidbit I’ve learned: losing control doesn’t help. Sobbing myself into a coma never does a damn thing to make the pain anything but more real. Think twice about whether you’re prepared to see that for yourself, Sammy.”

There was a lengthy pause after he finished. Gabriel listened to the footsteps in the hall, the occasional click of a door, Dean shouting a question to Castiel.

When Sam didn’t speak, Gabriel kept on: “It’s easier, Sam. It’s just plain easier to hide. For me, and for you. For all of you. The truth is I’m - I mean - I’m scared out of my wits, and I don’t know how to change that.”

“That’s how you’re supposed to feel after somebody hurts you,” Sam replied before Gabriel could add I’m sorry. “And do you really think it’s easier to lock yourself up?”

“Why else would I be doing it? When have I ever done anything other than take the easy way out?”

“You don’t think maybe you’re making this harder for yourself on purpose?”

“I have no idea what I’m doing to myself!” Gabriel was beginning to feel sick. “I don’t know how much is me and how much is him.”

“You aren’t going to feel any better, any freer, if every time you feel like you’re back in Hell you reinforce it by holding yourself hostage. Gabriel - look - I won’t make you listen to me or talk to me, but I need you to know that I’m not as scared of seeing you in pain as you are. You don’t have to dedicate any amount of time to me or anybody else, but we’re here. I’m here. And I really don’t think you have anything to be ashamed of.”

Shut up, Gabriel wanted to say. I have everything to be ashamed of. But he couldn’t speak: his throat was locked tight, exactly the way he locked himself in the bedroom when he didn’t want the rest of them to see what was happening to him.

“You have the power to drown him out,” Sam continued. “He’s gone and you have the power to make sure he stays gone.”

Gabriel shook his head. He hadn’t had any kind of power for a long time now.

“And you’ve got more than that,” Sam reminded him. “You’ve got us. Me especially, if that’s all you want right now.”

“I don’t want anything,” Gabriel whispered.

If there could be no forgetting, he realized, then there had to be acceptance. Letting the others in - letting any of them, especially Sam, any nearer - would facilitate just the opposite by bringing the pain into the full sight of everyone, including Gabriel; allowing the others to see, to watch, would be to keep the pain alive.

Acceptance necessitated tolerance. Welcoming their gestures of goodwill not only showed intolerance for the memories that haunted him but signaled that he was prepared to fight what he knew would never, ever go away unless he could erase it from his mind completely.

He leaned forward, so that his forehead was close to his knees, and buried his fingers in his hair.

“Are you okay?” asked Sam.

“Yes.” But the truth was that Gabriel was struggling to breathe against the tightness in his throat. His headache had, within the last few minutes, grown exponentially stronger.

“Gabriel,” Sam murmured, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” His heartbeat increased as he struggled to draw breath. He knew that he was able to breathe, knew that this was simply an unwelcome byproduct of the battle, but he struggled nonetheless.

“Gabe, what’s the matter?” He felt Sam put a hand on his back, and this time Gabriel didn’t startle. “Can you sit up, maybe? Are you gonna be sick?”

He sounded worried. Gabriel wanted to tell him not to worry, that nothing was seriously wrong; that sometimes, this was what it looked like when he decided not to give in, not to let go.

It occurred to Gabriel then that Sam had seen him break down before, and perhaps there was little point in going to these lengths just to shield Sam from something he’d already witnessed.

Then he remembered that thinking in that direction - the direction of maybe just this once - would trick Gabriel into believing that it was all right to put himself on display, to showcase this obscenely vulnerable side of himself to anyone who might toy with it; or, worse, to someone like Sam, who would probably never do any such thing and allow Gabriel to take advantage of him.

Way to breathe, dumbass, Gabriel thought as he grew dizzy; and then he realized that somebody was calling his name and that he was on the floor with no recollection of having placed himself there.

He tried to piece together the last few seconds - moments? Minutes? - and found that he couldn’t. Then he realized what must have happened, but why was there another presence? Who was standing over him?

“No,” Gabriel groaned, and tried to sit up just as a pair of hands seized hold of him. “Don’t - ”

“It’s just me, Gabriel, just me.”

“Let go,” Gabriel ground out, and Sam did. Gabriel lay back down again.

“What the hell was that?” Sam demanded. “What happened? Gabriel, man - you wouldn’t wake up for about two minutes.”

“Oh.” Gabriel closed his eyes.

“No!” Sam commanded, and Gabriel’s eyes flew open. He stared up at the ceiling, not daring to move. Sometimes moving, trying to get away - that only made it worse.

“Just stay awake,” Sam said, softening his voice. “Just - I need to know you’re all right.”

Gabriel turned his head to get a better look at Sam, who was knelt on the floor beside him, pale and wide-eyed but apparently not as angry as Gabriel had believed.

“I was going to call someone else in,” Sam explained, “But I figured if you woke up and there was another person here you might get nervous.”

“Sometimes,” Gabriel slurred.

“What? Sometimes what?”

“Happens sometimes. Like oops.”

“Gabriel,” Sam said, “I need you to give me a single coherent sentence before I decide not to get help.”

“No. Not a big deal. I get a little upset. Tired. Whatever. And then this.”

“Do you know where you are? Who I am? What year it is?”

“Floor; Sam; post-moon landing, pre-teleportation.”

“How do you feel right now?”

“Floppy.”

“Why’d you pass out?”

“I don’t know.”

“Really?”

“I mean … it’s like when I get sick, sort of. Moderately less degrading.” Feeling a little more alert, Gabriel pushed himself upright. Sam looked tempted to assist, and Gabriel was grateful when he didn’t try.

“A stress response,” Sam said. “One you didn’t mention.”

“Never came up.”

“So right now, just now - you worked yourself up to the point that you couldn’t even stay conscious?”

“Good at it, aren’t I?” Gabriel leaned against the bedframe and pulled his knees to his chest. He couldn’t tell what Sam was feeling, but he sensed a certain level of frustration. Perhaps Gabriel was confusing desperation with anger; but whatever emotions were driving Sam’s reaction to this episode, there could be no mistaking what Gabriel himself was feeling. He told himself not to be afraid of Sam, and yet …

“I didn’t mean to,” he told Sam. “I really didn’t mean to. I didn’t - ”

“I know you didn’t mean to.” Sam sighed. “I’m not mad, all right? I’m sorry. I’m not. That was just really weird to watch. You went white and started falling off the bed. I grabbed you when half your body was already on the floor, so you didn’t hit your head or anything, but - ”

“Thank you, Prince Charming. My head already hurts like a bitch so I’m glad to be spared.”

“This happens a lot?”

Gabriel tethered his gaze to the floor. “No. It happens when I decide to fight.”

“Fight? Fight what?”

“My instincts. When I decide not to buy into what I said about letting yourself just lose control. There’s no reason to indulge in a breakdown if all it does is make me feel worse. Sometimes this is a … a, ah, side effect of that.”

“God, Gabriel. This is why you need to look for someone instead of running away from us.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Yeah. Of course. What?”

Gabriel peered up at him. “Can you look me dead in the eyes and tell me that you know from firsthand experience that giving yourself space to parade your emotions around for others to witness and potentially ransack has proven a helpful strategy?”

Sam blinked. “I … no. I can’t.”

“Then what the hell are we doing?”

“I never had a chance to find out for myself.” Sam gave a rueful smile. “But I know what I needed.”

“You’re not - oh.” Gabriel looked away again. “I didn’t mean to be an ass.”

“None of this is about me. I’m more interested in making sure you don’t collapse again.”

“I won’t. That only happens when I’m grossly inconvenienced by my own coping mechanisms.”

“Can I help you up?” Sam offered his hands, apparently to hold onto Gabriel; but Gabriel, who didn’t take well to the notion of being touched like that when he was too weak to retaliate, grabbed Sam’s hands instead and let him pull him up that way.

“Wanna lie down?” Sam asked as Gabriel retook his seat on the bed.

“No. No sleeping. No nightmares. Not right now. I just - I can’t.”

“Not even if I stay here with you?”

“You busted in here to talk, didn’t you? Not to watch me while I sleep. Don’t be weird.”

The mattress creaked as Sam sat back down.

“Oh, and for what it’s worth” Gabriel added, “I appreciate your discretion. Thanks for not bringing anyone else in.”

Sam smiled. “I’m glad you’re not too banged up.”

“Well, I’m sorry. For being such a diva. ‘Look at this, Sam; watch me swoon.’ Have you ever seen such melodrama in your life?”

“It’s not melodrama. If you’re struggling that bad - if you’re sick and tired and passing out and crying - that means something’s wrong. It means you need help. What good is there in bullying yourself just for needing help?”

Gabriel surveyed him. Sam looked alert, concerned - perhaps even a little frightened. “Sam … you know the feeling of when someone wants to hurt you and you’d do anything to escape? And the panic is so strong you forget how to put up a rational fight, and all you can do is throw yourself around like a trapped insect? Being kidnapped, or tortured, or held in place - you know that violent, helpless, hysterical feeling?”

Sam looked vaguely nauseated. “Yeah.”

“That’s what I feel whenever I know help is nearby. And if I give in to that feeling, I’ll scream myself raw and it won’t do any good. Losing control doesn’t make things better. It hurts. It hurts me, because I can never get it all out; I’m never empty, Sam, and that feeling is never gone.” His voice trembled. “Frankly, everything made way more sense in Hell. It all added up to an even integer. I was afraid because I was locked in a cell at the mercy of a narcissistic screwball who’d been handed complete power over me. But now? Now I have no reason to feel trapped and alone.”

“And you need one,” Sam said, “So you give yourself one.”

“No! I mean - do I? See, what does that tell you? I’m nuts. I’ve gone off the freakin’ rails. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. All I know is I need help and I’m not going to be okay no matter how much I get. So what’s the point in wringing myself out for something that’s not even going to make a difference in the end?”

Fragments of memory crept forward: Gabriel, screaming and sobbing through the stitches across his mouth, while Asmodeus laughed above him.

“I can plead until time flips itself inside-out,” Gabriel told Sam, “And nothing - nothing - is going to make all that fighting worth it.”

“Not with Asmodeus.” Sam offered his hand. After a moment’s deliberation, Gabriel accepted it. “He liked to waste your time. Here, with us, you don’t have to beg for anything. Food, water, help. Whatever. You don’t have to tear yourself apart just to get what you need.”

“It doesn’t do anything,” Gabriel pleaded. “Letting go, losing control - it just makes things worse. It makes the pain stronger, Sam. I can try and try and it’s still caught inside of me and it won’t come out no matter how hard I pull at it.”

“When you’re by yourself, sure. It’s not a one-man job.”

“I should be stronger than this. Stronger than any of this. Stronger than him, stronger than my own mind, stronger than this feeling. Sam - I don’t want to be like this. I don’t want to be whatever it is he turned me into.”

Sam squeezed his hand. “He didn’t turn you into anything. You’re still Gabriel.”

“But that’s not … I don’t …” Gabriel didn’t know how to explain that “Gabriel,” whomever that might be, had always been diseased, and that Asmodeus had simply hurt what needed to be hurt.

“I’m confused,” said Gabriel. “I don’t understand what’s happening to me.”

“You’re trying to heal. I think sometimes that can be as rough as whatever it is you’re trying to heal from.”

“I’m tired. Tired and terrified and - and I hate what I am, and how I see everything now; I hate that I don’t know how to keep myself under control. I hate that I come in here to cry. I don’t know; I don’t understand. I’m not - I don’t - ” Gabriel used his free hand to cover his face. “Everything is wrong with me.”

“But in what universe are you not supposed to be scared and upset and confused after everything that happened to you?”

Gabriel shook his head. His voice dropped to a hoarse whisper. “I don’t know.” He felt tears glide over his cheeks and kept his face hidden as best he could with the one hand.

“Well,” Sam said, “If anybody would know, don’t you think it’d be you?”

Gabriel didn’t reply.

“Look.” Sam’s voice was gentle. “I really think you should consider swallowing your pride once in a while and maybe pushing back against your own instincts. Don’t bury yourself in whatever it is Asmodeus put into your head.”

Gabriel gave a strangled laugh and slid his hand from his face, forgetting for a moment that Sam could see the tears. “Is that really what you think? That my instinct is to hide and not come running to you? Sam, the only instincts I ever have tell me to throw myself at your feet and grovel.”

“Grovel? For what?”

“For understanding. For affection. For touch. I don’t know; all I can tell you is I need something from you and I have to push myself in the opposite direction so that I don’t disgust you. And so that I don’t get cozy, because that could be taken from me so fast. The number of times he laughed at me, Sam, or kicked me in the face because I didn’t stop crying when he told me to …”

Sam looked repulsed. “Gabriel, I would never do that to you!”

“He used to say, ‘I wish you could get a glimpse of yourself; even you wouldn’t believe you were looking at an archangel. You know what you are, don’t you? You’re a roach with a busted leg and guts all over the floor. You’re lucky I don’t just squish the life out of you here and now.’”

“Yeah,” said Sam, “Okay. Stop. I don’t think that about you; none of us think that. Don’t trust anything he told you. The guy was a monster.”

“Well, so is this thing inside of me, Sam. This thing that tells me to go looking for help - this thing that makes me so afraid and panicked and desperate - it’s insatiable and trying to feed it just makes it hungrier.”

“With him it would have. Yes. Because you tried to get what you needed and he didn’t let you have anything. If you really wanna look at it like that, as something that needs to be fed - I mean, what are you supposed to think if it’s always been starved?”

Gabriel couldn’t think of a response.

“I’m tired,” he said at last. “I feel sick and exhausted. I’m not - ” He leaned against Sam, who released Gabriel’s hand to put an arm around him. “I just don’t feel well at all.” He turned to press his face into Sam’s shoulder.

“This has been a hard time,” Sam agreed. “I know that. Trust me, I know. And that isn’t your fault.”

“I should be - ”

“Who’s holding you to anything, huh? You’re not supposed to be any one way about this. Really.”

Gabriel almost asked, Then why isn’t it acceptable for me to lock myself away? Then he thought better of it, because Sam had been right: it wasn’t like Gabriel to make himself unknown. He had run away, certainly - but he had not remained in the shadows. Gabriel had never kept himself entirely hidden. Never.

He didn’t often think of who he had been before his imprisonment. For all he knew, that version of himself was the one Asmodeus hated most, the version that had deserved the most punishment.

But the thought that Gabriel might never get that part of himself back, the possibility that Asmodeus had forced him into wanting to stay hidden - somehow this notion flooded him with horrified grief that came on like a surge of nausea. He didn’t miss whatever it was he had been - at least, he didn’t think he missed it, although since he deliberately paid so little attention he couldn’t be sure - but the absence of something that had made him who he was suddenly felt unbearable.

The tears came silently, blurring his vision and stealing his voice. The knot in his throat stung like needles and tightened his chest, so that he had trouble breathing again.

I’ll never get that back, Gabriel thought. It belongs to Asmodeus now.

Sam pulled him in closer and Gabriel grabbed onto him, afraid that Sam would let go. He remembered moments like this with Asmodeus - clinging to him in exactly the same way. It was only when Sam muttered, “I know, I know it’s rough; I know,” did Gabriel realize that he could distinguish between the two experiences.

Gabriel heard himself make a horrible, choked groan into Sam’s shoulder. He gritted his teeth against the urge to scream - an urge that soon became too much and manifested not as a scream but as fractured moaning.

“I know,” Sam murmured again. “I know. But it’s gonna be all right. You’re doing just fine, I promise.”

Gabriel tried to speak, but the words slid into each other and ricocheted off of each breath so that nothing could be understood.

“What?” Sam asked.

“I - I can’t,” Gabriel sobbed. “I can’t.”

“Can’t what?”

“Stop. I can’t stop. I’m trying. I’m sorry.”

“Nobody’s telling you you have to stop. Especially not me. Take whatever time you need.”

“I don’t know.” Gabriel shuddered in Sam’s grasp. “I can’t - can’t stop.”

“Then don’t. Nothing wrong with that.”

“No, I want - I need - I can’t stop; I need it to - ” He was gasping, choking. “Because it won’t do - won’t change anything, and I need it to stop.”

“Don’t think about that. Just relax. I’m here. You’re safe.” Sam paused, then added, “I didn’t mean to make you so upset. I just wanted to check on you because - ”

“Because you knew I was already upset.” Gabriel gave a shaky laugh. “Because you knew that I - that this was - ”

Somehow Gabriel couldn’t say it, but perhaps Sam understood: Gabriel had needed this, or something like this, to remind him that he was no longer in Hell. That there was no pain, no punishment, no derision. There was no clawing at the bars of a filthy cell and howling into a damp chamber full of bloodthirsty phantoms. Certainly, there was self-disgust; there was shame just as powerful as any he had felt with Asmodeus - but there was no fear.

Did that mean he truly would never be able to stop?

Gabriel pressed his face deeper into Sam’s shoulder.

Even if I can -

“All right there?” Sam asked.

- this will still happen again.

“I’m so sorry,” Gabriel whimpered.

“No.”

“I am. I really am.”

“What for?”

“For all the times you might have to see this.”

“Hey, no, come on.”

Gabriel didn’t ask whether Sam meant Come on, it’s not gonna happen again or Come on, of course you don’t have to be sorry. He was afraid of the answer.

“Think about it this way,” Sam said after a while. “If it were one of us - ”

“I know, Sam.” Gabriel closed his eyes. “But it’s not.”

“Yes it is.”

There was a knock at the door. Gabriel wrenched himself away from Sam.

“No one else needs to see,” he explained.

“Okay.” Sam got to his feet. “Let me handle it, then.”

Whoever it was knocked a second time. “Gabriel?”

Dean.

Sam opened the door. “Can you give us a minute?”

“Nope. Because if he ain’t gonna take what’s left of the casserole then it belongs to me.”

Sam sighed. “Dean …”

“Hey, I don’t make the rules, Sammy. But I did make the casserole.”

“He hasn’t eaten; can’t you just - ”

“It’s perishable. It’s a delicate recipe. Gabe!”

“Don’t,” Sam said quickly. “He’s - let me ask him.”

“It’s fine,” Gabriel said. He tried to speak loudly enough for Dean to hear, but his voice was hoarse. He cleared his throat and repeated, “It’s fine, Dean. Take it. I don’t need your germs.”

He heard Dean shift - perhaps trying to step inside. “Sounding a little rough there, bud.”

“Dean,” said Sam, “Go away.”

A pause. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” Sam told him. “Just …”

In the silence that followed, Gabriel had the sense that Dean was trying to read whatever signals Sam might be sending.

“You know what?” Dean said at last. “I’m suddenly in the mood for burgers. Gabe feels up to it, he can have the casserole. So I guess I’ll, uh … I’ll catch you two later.”

“Yeah.” Sam sounded relieved. “All right. Thanks.” He closed the door.

“Thanks yourself,” Gabriel said as Sam came to sit down again. “No need for him to see me like this. But hey, Sam - you know I’m not trying to monopolize your time, right? Because you have a lot of other jobs besides babysitting a whiny recluse.”

“Man, you have got to stop talking about yourself that way. Besides, I don’t have anything more important right now.”

“What about the case in Connecticut?”

“We don’t even know if we there is a case.”

“So go do a little digging, find what you can find; maybe it’ll help you decide what you’ve got on your hands here.”

“Really. There’s nowhere I need to be.”

“Sam, I’m gonna feel better if you move on from what just happened without any fanfare, all right? My energy is shot. I think it’d be good for me to take a hot second to breathe and you to get done whatever work might lower the odds of you getting yourself bloodied up in some elitist New England suburb.”

Sam looked both surprised and hesitant. “Do you wanna come with me?”

“No. Just give me a few minutes and then I’ll … if I need you, I’ll get you. How’s that sound?”

Cautiously, Sam stood up. “If that’s really what you think would be helpful.”

“Yeah. Go. And thank you.” Gabriel glanced away. “You had a point.”

“About what?”

“About - come on, don’t make me say it. You know what.”

Sam considered him. Then he nodded, and Gabriel hoped he remembered: It’s not a one-man job.

“I’ll be close by,” Sam told him. “And please - don’t try to pretend, okay?”

“Fine. But I’m good, Sam. For now, I’m good.”

Sam remained in place for a few more seconds, contemplating whether to heed Gabriel’s request. Then he smiled, tentatively, and moved toward the exit.

“But you can leave the door open,” Gabriel called, and Sam did.

Gabriel could hear Dean, Cas, and Jack somewhere in another room - although he couldn’t be sure which one. He slid off of the bed and moved toward the sound. They were in the kitchen.

The three of them, seated around the table with bottles of beer (When did those melonheads start giving Jack alcohol? Gabriel wondered), all fell silent when they saw him.

“Hey fellas,” said Gabriel. “Got room for one more?”

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Under The Oak Tree (AO3)

Summary: Five times Castiel wept underneath the old oak tree, and one time he laughed. 4.1k

100 Ways To Say ‘I Love You’ #31: “Don’t worry about me.”

Also written for the Writers of Destiel ‘Writer’s Choice’ Bingo for the prompt ‘under the oak tree’.

Thanks to @fangirlingtodeath513 for being a fantastic beta!

Beneath an old oak tree on the outskirts of town, Castiel wept into his hands, uncaring of the snot and blood that smeared across his face as he cried. He couldn’t go home yet, even though he knew his parents would be expecting him. If they saw the blood on his face, they’d know exactly what had happened.

If they found out he was being bullied again, they’d make him switch schools. For the second time. Castiel had started at the fancy private middle school across town, but he’d been miserable there. His friend Dean had gone to the local middle school—where Castiel was now enrolled—and he didn’t want to move someplace else. He wanted to stay with Dean.

Dean had been pretty good about protecting him from being pushed around so far, but he couldn’t be around all the time. Their schedules were too different to facilitate that. Castiel’s older brother, Gabriel, had moved with him too, but where Castiel was a social outcast, Gabriel was a social butterfly.

It was only a matter of time before Gabriel found out about the bullying and rained Hell down on them, but Castiel didn’t want that. Gabriel wouldn’t be able to fight his battles forever.

“You okay, Cas?”

Castiel jumped, his heart thudding in fright. He’d been so wrapped up in his tears that he hadn’t even heard the sound of his best friend arriving. Truth be told, Castiel hadn’t expected to be found here. He’d only stumbled upon this hill accidentally when the sidewalk had turned into grass and he’d lost track of where he was.

“I’m fine,” he sniffed, taking the tissue that Dean held out to him and cleaning the worst of the blood from his face. “Thanks.”

“No problem. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to stop it. Michael again?”

Castiel shrugged. “It’s fine. How did you find me?”

“I followed you from school. I tried to call out, but you didn’t hear me. I guess I was too far away.” Dean shifted awkwardly. “You should tell someone, you know.”

“That’ll just make it worse,” Castiel mumbled. “I can handle it.”

Dean shook his head, but Castiel knew he was just upset with the situation and how neither of them could think of a way to fix it. It wasn’t like he enjoyed being slammed face-first into his locker door every day.

“You want to come over to my place?” Dean asked, eventually. “My dad will help patch you up, then your mom will never know.”

Castiel nodded, brightening instantly at the invitation. He took Dean’s hand to pull himself up and didn’t let go immediately, taking an extra second of comfort before they ran down the hill to start the long walk home.

Castiel swiped quickly at his eyes as he heard footsteps approaching behind him. He knew who it was. Only one other person ever came out here—only one other person knew he came out here—and he’d already heard the rumbling sound of the Impala.

Dean sat down beside him, shrugging out of his leather jacket and draping it over Castiel’s shoulders. The warmth and familiar scent were a relief in the cool evening, and Castiel let more tears flow from his cheeks until there was nothing left to cry.

“Thanks,” he rasped finally, leaning back against the huge trunk of the oak tree.

This was his hiding spot, whenever Castiel needed to get away from things he would come here. Far on the outskirts of town, Castiel had found this little piece of paradise completely by accident. Atop a large hill, under the shade of a towering oak tree, Castiel had a perfect view of the luscious green fields dotted with wildflowers and red brick buildings of his hometown.

It was his sanctuary.

Only Dean knew of its existence, and he’d pinkie-swore to keep it a secret. He hadn’t even told Sam about this place. It was their secret, Dean’s and Castiel’s, and they’d commemorated that six months ago, etching their initials into the old bark with Dean’s penknife.

“Any time,” Dean said simply.

“How’d you even know I’d be here?” Castiel muttered.

Dean shrugged. “You didn’t answer my texts, so I stopped by your place. Gabriel told me your parents had been fighting with him again, and I guessed you’d be here.” He hesitated. “You want to talk about it?”

Castiel shook his head, feeling moisture threaten his eyes again but he was all cried out. He didn’t think he could talk about it, not even to his best friend. His parents taking their fury and bad moods out on his brother was too much to deal with right now. Gabriel was just about to finish up his senior year, and his GPA hadn’t quite met their parent’s standards.

Castiel, in his sophomore year, had a perfect GPA. His parents doted on him just as intensely as they excluded Gabriel. It strained the relationship between Castiel and his brother, but he did everything to fix it.

“You want me to go?” Dean asked softly.

Castiel shook his head again and shifted closer so his head tilted, resting on Dean’s shoulder. “Stay?”

“You know I will. As long as you need me to.”

Silence descended upon them, but neither of them felt obligated to break it. After years of friendship, they were used to companionable silences. They didn’t feel the need to force conversation. Just being in each other’s company was enough.

Dean being there for Castiel was enough.

“Mr. Novak, you absolutely cannot go in there!”

A ruckus in the hallway caught the attention of the entire senior AP Literature class and Castiel’s eyes widened when he heard the sound of his brother being addressed. He rose, intent on seeing what was going on, but it appeared Gabriel beat him to it.

The door to the classroom burst open and Gabriel strolled in. His usual trademark grin was gone, his expression solemn except for a slightly manic look in his eyes. He scanned the classroom, his gaze finding Castiel easily. His head jerked back towards the doorway, signalling for Castiel to follow him.

“Mr. Novak, you’re no longer a student here, you cannot just barge into a classroom!” Principal Adler shrieked, his pompous, smug face now apoplectic.

Gabriel barely spared him a glance. “Just did, big boy. You might want to come too,” he added, his eyes fixed on Dean. “He’ll need you.”

Castiel was already stalking towards his brother, and he heard rather than saw Dean get up and follow him. He felt a rush of affection for his best friend, even over all of the confusion and anxiety he was feeling. What was so urgent that Gabriel had just driven here and stormed into his classroom. Was it something to do with their parents?

Trying to quash the rising tide of panic that threatened to overwhelm him, Castiel ignored both his teacher and principal screaming at him that he would be suspended if he left the classroom. Instead, he just focused on following his brother out to the parking lot, having to almost run to keep up with Gabriel.

“What’s going on?”

“I’m leaving.” Gabriel told him, gesticulating wildly. “I can’t take it there anymore, Cassie. I can never do anything right, they hate me. I can’t do it anymore. I just came to say goodbye.”

Castiel blinked in confusion, and then he registered Gabriel’s meaning. “Gabriel, what happened? You—you can’t just leave. They don’t hate you—"

Gabriel let out a scornful laugh, harsh and broken. “Yes, they do. I’m the black sheep of the family. You’re the only son they’re proud of.”

They reached his car and Castiel stood in front of the driver’s seat, blocking Gabriel from getting inside. Even from here, he could see all of Gabriel’s belongings scattered in the back seat and overflowing from the trunk. He wasn’t kidding around.

“Don’t go,” Castiel pleaded, his voice breaking. “Please don’t go. You’re my brother, I need you.”

“You’ll always have me,” Gabriel promised, a hitch in his own voice. “I just… need to be on my own for a while. I just have to get out of here. I would have gone years ago if it wasn’t for you. I tried so hard to stay until you went to college, but I can’t do it. Every day I’m around them, a little more of me dies. I have to leave.”

Castiel’s lip trembled and he threw his arms around his brother. “Where will you go?” he whispered.

“I’m not sure yet. I’ll call you as soon as I’m settled. Six months. Maybe a year, tops.” Gabriel nudged Castiel to one side, easing him out of his way so he could get into his car. He pulled back from the embrace. “You take care of yourself, you hear me?”

Stunned, unable to believe this was really happening, Castiel could do little more than nod. He stared at Gabriel the entire time he was in sight, watching the car drive away until it rounded the corner and was gone. Castiel didn’t truly know how to react in that moment. His chest felt hollow, lost, his attempts at breathing didn’t seem to fill his lungs with enough oxygen.

Castiel was distantly aware of an arm wrapping around him, leading him further into the parking lot. “M—my car,” he began, and stopped quickly. Was that stammering sound coming from him?

“We can pick it up later,” Dean soothed. “Come on.”

From that point on, everything was a blur. He was sure Dean spoke to him, but he couldn’t remember anything up until the point where Dean pulled up at the bottom the hill, the towering oak tree a familiar sight above him. It felt like only seconds had passed. Castiel sank down in the grass at its base, staring down into his lap.

“You’ll get in trouble at school for ditching with me.”

“Cas,” Dean sighed, winding an arm around him. “Don’t worry about me. You just had a big shock, you know? You should process that.”

Castiel nodded, tiredly. “I will. I just don’t really know how to right now.”

Dean didn’t say anything, which Castiel was grateful for. He didn’t want to talk yet. He just wanted time to make sense of everything that had happened. Castiel had no concept of how much time passed up there on that hill. He just felt Dean’s presence and clung to the support offered to him as the sun sank lower and lower in the sky.

He knew Dean should be at home by now. That he’d no doubt be missing family commitments or spending time with Sam, but if Dean even thought about it, he never said a thing. Didn’t even make an attempt to move, or leave Castiel to it.

“He was right, you know. Gabriel, I mean.”

Castiel could feel Dean’s eyes on him as he eventually broke the silence. “About the way they treated him.” It wasn’t a question.

Castiel nodded. “Nothing he did was ever good enough. They called him a disappointment. They were ashamed to have him as their son. Why wasn’t he more like me? What he endured… I can’t imagine how hard it must have been. I’m surprised it took him this long to leave.”

“He stayed for you,” Dean said simply. “He loves you and he didn’t want you to think he resented you.”

“He’s my brother.” The tears came all at once, unbidden. Castiel couldn’t stop them if he tried and he didn’t even have the strength to attempt it. “I just don’t know what I’m supposed to do now. How I’m supposed to forgive my parents when they drove him away.”

Dean pulled him into a fierce hug. “You will. And if you don’t, that’s okay too. You can’t help how you feel, Cas. And I’m here for you no matter what.”

Castiel sobbed into Dean’s shoulder. Despite the pain, the loss, the frustration, Dean’s presence helped. Just knowing that he had someone he would always be able to rely on sewed the initial sutures into Castiel’s broken heart.

The evening was cold, like the chill that had settled in Castiel’s stomach as he climbed the hill. When Dean had called and asked to meet him here, instead of either of their homes, he knew something had to be wrong. The second phone call had confirmed it.

They were jetting off to college in two days time, both of them accepted into Georgetown—Dean being pre-med, and Castiel being pre-law.

It was the beginning of the rest of their lives.

Castiel stood in the shade of the oak tree, squinting in the darkness. “Dean?” he called out. “Are you here?”

No words greeted him, but there was the sound of a stifled sob that answered his question.

Castiel approached the trunk of the towering oak tree and peered around the side. Dean was sitting on the floor, his back against one of the lifted roots. Silent sobs were shaking his shoulders.

Dropping to his knees, Castiel pulled Dean into a hug. Fear tendrils spread across his insides, pushing the chill through his body. He’d never seen Dean cry before, not once in all of their years of friendship. He didn’t ask what was wrong, knowing Dean would talk in his own time. Castiel didn’t even tell Dean that he already knew, that Sam had told him, just saved the words for when Dean was able to speak.

He might not have seen Dean cry before, but Castiel had seen him upset, and he knew Dean had problems with talking when he was grieving.

After his mom had died, Dean hadn’t said a word. Castiel had a vague memory of their teacher in kindergarten saying something about him working through his feelings. Lots of Dean’s former friends had abandoned him, too young to understand his grief. Castiel, at least according to his parents, had toddled up to Dean with some paper and crayons and chatted enough for both of them. They’d been inseparable ever since.

Now, Dean had another parent to grieve, and the complicated relationship they’d had meant Dean was no doubt feeling a veritable cocktail of emotions.

“Dad died,” Dean pulled back, swiping his hands over his face. He couldn’t look Castiel in the eye.

“I know,” Castiel whispered, carding his fingers through Dean’s hair. “Sam called me. Who’s looking after him now?”

“Missouri. She’s… she’s helping make all the arrangements and stuff.” Dean fell silent.

Castiel didn’t know what to say. His own eyes grew wet, his best friend’s anguish settling over him like a blanket of emotion. “I’m sorry, Dean. You know if there’s anything I can do, you just have to ask, right?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I know.”

They lapsed into silence again and Castiel continued to stroke Dean’s hair, hoping to convey any comfort he could through touch alone.

“I have to look after Sam now,” Dean broke the silence eventually, staring off into the distance. “Dad didn’t have a lot of money to leave us. I won’t be able to come with you to Georgetown, Cas.”

Castiel’s stomach lurched. He pushed away the feeling of horror, guiltily. This was about Dean. “There’ll be some sort of scholarship or financial help you can get for having a dependent—”

Dean shook his head. “I thought about that already. I can’t uproot Sam from his life, not when he already lost my dad. He has friends here, he’ll need them. I gotta think about Sam. Maybe college is something I can look at in the future. I… I guess it just sucks that it’s not something I get to experience with you.”

“Then I’ll stay too,” Castiel told him gently. “And apply to KCU. We might not be there together, but I’ll still get to see you.”

“I can’t ask you to do that,” Dean sniffled. “All I want is for you to be happy.”

Castiel’s hand slipped from Dean’s hair and he touched his cheek, feeling a tear slip down his own cheek against his best efforts. “Dean, you’re the only person in my life that has always been by my side. What makes you think I could be happy without you?”

The profound nature of the words echoed around them in the silence, crackling with energy. For the first time since Castiel had arrived, their eyes met, charged with a tension that had always hung between them. They were teetering on the precipice of something huge, something that would change and define them.

But this was not the moment for that.

Castiel let his hand slip away and he looked down at the town. In the darkness it was almost impossible to see, but for the lights. Signs of families settling into their nightly routines.

Dean’s head tilted down and rested on Castiel’s shoulder, a flare of warmth in the cold, cruel world they lived in.

Castiel dried his eyes angrily, stalking back and forth in front of the oak tree and trying desperately to find the rationality that he clung to most of his life. But in this moment, it seemed to have deserted him, leaving him twisted and overcome with petty jealousy.

He knew he was out of line, acting this way. Dean had never made him any promises. They’d never even talked about the feelings that had been lingering between them since their last year of high school.

Technically, Dean was free to pursue someone else if he wanted to.

Castiel had just never expected him to. It had been more than a year since John Winchester had passed away. The moment that had burned between Dean and Castiel on this very hill was still fresh in Castiel’s mind, as if it had happened only yesterday. It was the closest either of them had ever come to acting on it, but Castiel had never dreamed that Dean’s feelings may have changed.

But everything had changed since then. Castiel had other friends, college friends. Dean had started working at Bobby Singer’s autoshop to pay the bills and had his own circle of friends too. Naturally, it hadn’t affected their friendship at all. Castiel had still carved out the majority of his social time for Dean. He’d naively thought Dean had done the same thing for him. He’d barely mentioned his work friends.

He’d never mentioned her.

She wasn’t even that pretty, Castiel thought bitterly, although he couldn’t deny her pale complexion and cropped red hair were a striking combination. He just hadn’t thought she was Dean’s type at all.

The roar of the Impala’s engines caught Castiel’s attention and he floundered. After he’d run out of Dean’s place, terrible excuses about a prior engagement on his tongue, he hadn’t expected to be followed. But it was clear that Dean hadn’t been fooled by his lame mutterings at all. Not that Castiel had expected him to be.

Oh God.

Panic gripped him as he fumbled for any reason at all why he’d felt the need to run out of Dean’s birthday party. Anything that would stop Dean from hating him forever.

Castiel looked up, dumbly, as Dean cleared his throat. He opened his mouth and closed it again, swallowing audibly. “Hi.”

“Hey,” Dean leaned against the tree, fixing him with an almost-amused look. “You finish your prior engagement?”

Castiel felt a flare of anger. Was Dean finding this funny? He straightened up. “You—,” he began heatedly.

“I only ask,” Dean cut him off, talking loudly. “Because you rushed out of there because I could introduce you to my friend, Charlie. Her girlfriend couldn’t make it today.”

Castiel blinked, owlishly. “Her—?"

“Girlfriend,” Dean supplied helpfully. “You know. Lesbians,” he pronounced the last word slowly, significantly.

Dean was giving him an out, a way to save face. By addressing Castiel’s issue without actually addressing it, he was giving them a means to avoid the long overdue conversation they’d yet to have. As everything clicked into place, Castiel felt smaller than an ant. The redhead was a lesbian. She wasn’t Dean’s girlfriend. Dean wasn’t interested in her.

He wasn’t sure what to say. “Oh. I see.”

“Yeah.” Dean shrugged. “You ready to come back with me so I can introduce you properly?”

Castiel stepped forward, his legs shaky. “Not yet.”

Frustration flitted over Dean’s face and he sighed. “Cas—”

“Wait,” Castiel interrupted. “Please, just thirty seconds. I just… I want to give you your birthday present before we go back.”

Dean’s expression cleared and he looked mildly interested, even excited. His eyes darted around, looking for something that Castiel might have hidden.

Castiel took the opportunity to close the distance between them in a single stride, capturing Dean’s lips in a tentative first kiss. It wasn’t exactly the gift he’d planned to give Dean that morning, but his heart had always truly belonged to Dean and it was more than time that he made that abundantly clear.

Even though he had to have been taken by surprise, Dean caught on quickly, responding to the light kiss. His lips were coaxing against Castiel’s, igniting a low flame and extinguishing it into a thousand butterflies of steam all at once. His hand snaked around Castiel’s waist, pulling them flush together even as their lips parted.

“Happy birthday to me,” Dean smiled, pressing their foreheads together. “Would it be too much of me to ask for a second gift?”

Castiel laughed breathlessly in response, pulling Dean in for a second kiss, and a third, and a fourth, until he lost count entirely.

+1.

The sun shone down on the old oak tree, thin beams of light streaming down between its leaves and illuminating the ground below.

Castiel brushed his fingers along the bark until they reached the familiar etchings. His initials and Dean’s, carved almost ten years ago now. While Castiel regretted their secret act of vandalism, damaging the beauty of the magnificent oak, there was something profound and warming about the eternity of their story. Their initials would still be here long after they were gone.

“I’m getting too old to climb this hill,” Dean grumbled, trying to catch his breath. “We need a clandestine meeting place at ground level.

Castiel tilted his head back and laughed. “You’re not even thirty, Dean. Besides, this isn’t a clandestine meeting place anymore. We’ve got thirty guests and a minister arriving in a couple of hours to set things up.”

He turned to see Dean in his tuxedo, looking uncharacteristically nervous. His tie was all askew, no doubt from where he’d been tugging on it all morning. Castiel sighed in mock-exasperation and reached out to fix it for him.

“I thought it was unlucky for you to see me before the service,” Dean mumbled.

“Neither of us is in a dress,” Castiel pointed out wryly.

“Unfortunately for our guests. I’ll have you know I look fantastic in a gown.”

Castiel laughed again and pecked Dean on the lips. “I’m sure you do. But I much prefer you like this, in a dashing suit. What time is Sam getting here?”

“Any time now. What about Gabriel?”

Castiel checked his watch. “In about an hour. How are you feeling?”

“Me? Fine…” Dean paused, narrowing his eyes at Castiel. “Are you asking if I have cold feet?”

“Well, do you?” Castiel asked, hesitantly. “This is your last chance. If you run away after Gabriel gets here, he might shoot you.”

Dean smiled. “I’m not going anywhere. You?”

Castiel shook his head, returning the smile. “My feet are toasty warm.”

“Lies. They were pressed against me all night and they were anything but toasty. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear you refrigerate them before coming to bed.”

Castiel laughed again and took Dean’s hand in his own. In a matter of hours, they’d be married, ready to start the rest of their lives together. It was only fitting that they have the ceremony here, a place that had seen them through so many times of sadness, but also joy.

“What are you thinking?” Dean asked, curiously. “You’ve got that look on your face like you’re thinking of something sappy and poetic.”

Dean knew him so well. Castiel glanced over at his soon-to-be husband, his eyes filled with love and happiness. “I was just thinking that I can’t wait to marry you.”

He cut off Dean’s attempt at reciprocating the sentiment with a kiss, that was soon followed by the kiss that marked the beginning of the rest of their lives.

And it all happened beneath the old oak tree.

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12 Days of Dean Winchester

Dean plans a Christmas you will never forget.

December 13th

20:39

A small town just outside Lebanon, Kansas. The night was pitch black; you could barely make out your hand in front of your face. A young boy around 10 was walking back from a Christmas fair he had attended with his friends and had decided to take a shortcut through a farmer's field to make it home in time for his nine o’clock curfew. The wind whistled around him whipping at his coat making him pull it tighter around his body. Suddenly the boy hears a noise kind of like a twig breaking, although it was so dark even the light from his phone torch wasn’t enough to let him see who or what made the noise.

“hello?” the boy called out “is someone there?” he got no response. Getting a weird feeling in his stomach the boy started to pick up the pace until he heard another noise. Rustling coming from the tall grass next to him.

Deciding not to stick around to see what the noise was this time, the boy decided to run as fast as his little legs would carry him. Glancing back, he caught sight of a familiar scarecrow, except it wasn’t in the middle of the field like it should have been, but rather on the path where he had just been walking. The boy stopped, watching the scarecrow for a minute confused before he watched it turn its head towards the boy and almost seem to smile before slowly starting to move towards the boy.

Heart pounding in his chest the boy started to run again yelling for help as he went. In the dark and his panic, the boy ran straight into something, dropping his phone as he did so and falling to the ground. He scrambled to find his phone and when he pointed his torch up, he noticed the scarecrow leaning over him before showing its sharp teeth and grabbing him. The boy let out a blood curdling scream and that’s the last anyone would ever see of him...

The Bunker

December 14th

Y/N Singer was waiting impatiently in the bunker for the boy to get back, they said they had a surprise for her and she couldn’t wait to find out what it was. Suddenly she heard the familiar sound of the heavy metal door creaking open and ran to the bottom of the stairs.

In walked Sam and Dean followed by an oh so familiar red head.

“Charlie?” you squealed, running up to the woman and giving her a hug, before turning to the brothers. “this is the surprise? You bought Charlie here?” you asked excitedly.

“not quiet.” Dean answered with a smirk “you know how you used to love big family Christmas’ with us and your dad and you were sad you didn’t get to have them anymore?”

“well we invited Charlie, Cas and Gabriel to spend Christmas in the bunker with us and have our own family Christmas” Sam explained.

“Sam you didn’t?” “actually Y/N it was all Deans idea” Sam admitted pointing to Dean who looked a little flushed. You ran over to Dean pulling him into a big hug, clearly excited. “I can't believe you organised all this for me.”

Dean hugged you back tight “of course I did. I’d do anything to make you happy Y/N” he admitted, whispering the last part so only you could hear.

“And we bought a tree. If we’re gonna do Christmas were gonna do it right.” Charlie added.

The boys left to go get the tree and ornaments from the car leaving you to catch up with Charlie.

“I can’t wait for this, Dean has literally planned so much stuff for us to do, he’s put a lot of thought into it yano Y/N” Charlie said raising her eyebrow at you. She was always suggesting something was going on with you and Dean. You wished but no you were just really good friends.

“well Deans always wanted a real Christmas; he’s probably just planned this for everyone.”

“And here was me thinking denial was just a river in Egypt.” Charlie rolled her eyes.

“Did somebody order an angel for thier tree.” Gabriel yelled, suddenly appearing behind you and Charlie making you jump.

You just turned around punching him in the arm before saying “Are you trying to give me a heart attack? Don’t do that.” Gabriel just laughed.

“Missed you too kiddo.” he replied pulling you into a hug.

“who wants to decorate a tree?” you heard Dean yell as him and Sam walked into the room carrying a Christmas tree. Cas following behind Carrying a box labelled ‘Decorations’. The boys placed the tree in the library and Cas placed the box on the table. Something about that box was familiar but you couldn’t quiet put your finger on it.

“Dean how much time did you spend planning all of this?” you asked in disbelief

“this aint the half of it sweetheart” he smirked at you “we’re doing secret Santa too.” he said before walking over to the table and grabbing a bowl that you somehow hadn’t noticed.

“right everybody take a piece of paper, if you get yourself we re-draw. Whoever's name you pick you have to get a Christmas present for but you can’t tell anyone who you got.” Dean explained mainly for the angels in the room.

You all took turns pulling names from the bowl. Sam went first, looking at his piece of paper and smiling when he realised, he got Charlie. He knew exactly what to get her.

Gabe went next, he pulled Cas. Then Dean went a smirk on his face when he pulled your name, this was going better than he planned. He was getting you a present anyway.

After dean Charlie went pulling Gabriel’s name. Cas went next pulling Sam’s name leaving you to go last leaving you with Dean. For the first time in a long time you were really excited about Christmas.

You all spent the next couple hours decorating the bunker and the tree with the decorations the boys got. You had seen them before but you didn’t know where, you made a mental note to ask Dean about it later.

After you were done you we’re all sat around having a few beers catching up. You weren't even sure you'd all been in the same room at the same time before. Suddenly Sam’s voice cut through the conversation interrupting you all.

“errm guys I hate to break up the festivities but I think I found us a case.”

Part 2

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The Newcomer

Pairing Cas x Dean x Sam

@castielspnbingo – pirate AU

@spndeanbingo – Castiel

@samwinchesterbingo – dry humping

@deanandsambingo – bed sharing

WARNINGS: MATURE 18+ READERS ONLY!!!!! Smut, threesome, wincest, three men, sub! Cas, amnesia, near death experience

“This is gonna be one hell of a shitstorm Sammy!” Dean’s words carry through the walls of the cave. The waterfall gem was one of the best finds the brothers had discovered since landing on the island. It had proven a life saver many times, shielding the boys from the occasional tropical hurricane that passed through.

They had formed a routine for storms, the first was making sure the shelter was secure. Food was piled for the long haul, as the storms could last anywhere from a couple of days to a week. The boys made sure there was enough dry wood to last, then they spent their days and evenings huddled for warmth, fucking, making love.

Sam loved being the big spoon. He was taller than Dean, which made him a better cuddle buddy. He usually woke first, and he was always rock hard. Sam would grind his erection into Dean’s ass, the two pairs of thin boxers providing little shielding. He would start humping his older brother, holding his hips as he assaulted him. Dean loved how it felt, it was his favorite way to wake up, moaning as each push got more intense. When he couldn’t take it any longer, Dean would pull from Sam’s hold so he could turn and face his lover, their lips colliding in a heated exchange that left both needing. Sometimes Dean would go first, sometimes Sam, but neither one left unsatisfied. Their life was perfect.

“Captain! Hurricane!!!” Gabriel shouted. Cas looked to the skies, his eyes taking in the dark threat, mentally preparing for the worst.

“Secure those barrels! Get the sails rolled up! Move! Anything not tied down needs to get below deck! It’s coming in fast!”

Michael and Luci grabbed the sails, while Gadreel and Gabe began moving lose items below. The brothers were the most feared pirates to ever grace the seven seas. Modern day thieves, the family of brothers turned to piracy as a way to survive after they were orphaned. Cas wasn’t the oldest, in fact, he was the youngest of the five. He was ten when their father had passed. As he grew, none could deny his natural ability to lead, to be calm and level-headed, even when things went south. Actually, his leadership and quick thinking had kept them from getting caught numerous times.

They had enough to retire 10 times over, but the urge to venture out, to feel the thrill of the adrenaline rush as they lifted precious cargo from various places without being caught, was too great to resist. The sheer power they felt after each successful heist was beyond addictive. They had encountered storms before, even hurricanes, but this one was darker, more menacing than any previous ones. Indeed, this one was far more dangerous, and Cas was pretty sure it was a category five.

FUCK!

High velocity winds and lightning set up them much quicker than they had predicted. Visibility dropped to near zero as the heavens opened, unleashing a torrential rainfall. Cas yelled for everyone to get below, to forget the kegs that remained loose. The lives of his brothers were worth far more than some cargo.

He watched the last brother reach the safety of the cabins just before waves crashed into the sides of the boat, catching Cas off guard. The last thing he remembered before his head slammed into the rails, was the lightning bolt hitting the deck, cracking the vessel wide open and flames erupting to engulf the entire ship.

The brothers peeked out after the three-day event, eyes taking in the damage from the storm. Leaves and branches littered the swim hole, but thankfully the shelter remained mostly intact. That was the one thing they were grateful for, the shelter that the cliff provided them. Dean volunteered to check the main beach, mostly because Sam had done it last time. They usually came back empty handed, but occasionally were graced with various gifts, including clothing, well-packaged food, blankets, and even toiletries.

Today was different.

At first, Dean saw only the wreckage: broken wood, tattered sails. He began to pick through the rubble, finding a few surprises, including rare gold coins and jewels, hell, he even found a few kegs of beer and wine. Then he noticed the movement under a distant pile of rubble, followed by low moaning.

Fuck! There was a person under there!

Dean ran over, grabbing the wooden planks and tossing them aside. He uncovered the man’s dark hair first, then worked on the rest. Finely tuned muscle and well defined hips had Dean licking his lips. Jeez Dean, focus!

He found some rope and a made a makeshift sleigh to bring him back to camp.

“Sammy!” he yelled.

The younger Winchester came running. “Dean? What the…” he paused when he saw the unconscious man on the stretcher.

“Found him under a pile of rubble. I didn’t get a chance to go through the rest of the stuff. Thought this should be our first priority.”

Sam nodded and knelt down beside the stretcher. He checked his pulse and checked for any major signs of injury. Finding none, he checked for ID next. The family crest was the only thing Sam did find on his neck chain, but there was no name with it.

“Well, whoever he is, he’s going to have one nasty headache. He’s lucky he survived.” Sam noted. “I’ll go check through the rest of the stuff. You stay here. And, Dean?”

His brother looked up, meeting Sam’s lips in a gentle kiss. “Yeah?”

Sam smiled. “Be careful.”

“Don’t worry Sammy, I ain’t planning on dying today.” With that, he playfully swatted Sam’s ass while sending him to check the shore line.

Moaning from the makeshift bed had Dean focussing once again on the newcomer. His eyes fluttered open, trying to adjust to the sunlight. His eyes took in his surroundings, then they landed on Dean. The man tried to scramble away and gain a defensive stance. Dean put his hands up slowly, palms facing out to show peace.

“Whoa, easy. I’m not going to hurt you. I found you buried under some wreckage and brought you to our camp. You’re safe here.”

The man relaxed, then gingerly brought his hand up to the back of his head, wincing at the pain. “Thank you for helping me. Where are we?”

Dean shrugged. “No clue. My brother and I have been here a long time, over a year.” He held his hand out in greeting. “Name’s Dean.”

The man paused for a moment, then took the hand offered. “Cas.”

Both Cas and Dean stared a few moments longer, as sparks passed between them. It was almost magnetic. Both men pulled away quickly, embarrassed. Sam returned later to find Dean and the stranger talking while consuming some fruit. Behind Sam, a sled filled with men’s clothing, bottles of wine, a few kegs of beer, and a slew of well sealed rations, including granola bars, toiletries, dried fruit, jerky, and first-aid supplies.

Dean lets out a low whistle, then turns to Cas. “Sam here is my younger brother.” Then he turned to Sam. “This is Cas.” The two exchange handshakes, and again both feel a spark, a magnetic attraction that neither would admit to. However, this doesn’t go unnoticed by Dean. But instead of jealousy, he feels lust, noting the three-way connection possibilities. Dean feels himself getting hard at the idea, wondering if Cas would be interested in joining him and Sam.

The evening is filled with talk and laughter and food. Cas notes that the brothers are very easy going, and has also noticed that they haven’t pressed him for any information about himself, not that he can remember. He can’t even remember his own name. The only reason he was able to give a name at all was he had seen it tattooed on his forearm.

Among the notable details is the closeness the two brothers share, and the spark he’d experienced with both men. They were both devastatingly handsome, an instant attraction no one could deny.

Eventually, arrangements were made for sleeping. The brothers offered their guest the choice of cave or the lean-to cabin they’d built. Both had decent sleep areas and a fire could easily be built in the cave if need be. Cas chose the lean-to, giving the brothers the larger quarters. They bid each other good night and Cas watched as Sam and Dean wrapped their arms around each other and walked toward the waterfall.

Cas couldn’t fall asleep. He tossed and turned, feeling like something was missing. The boys had made quite the home here, the bed was more than comfortable, so whatever was bugging him, it wasn’t the comfort level.

Then he knew. It was the sleeping arrangements. Cas couldn’t explain it, but the desire to sleep with Sam and Dean was overwhelming his mindset. He wasn’t sure if he swung that way, but his mind didn’t care, and neither did his cock, now rigid with the idea of the brothers taking him. If this was going to be his first time, he wanted it to be with Sam and Dean.

Before Cas had even blinked, he found himself heading toward the cave. The closer he got, the more excited he became, as heavy breathing and lustful noises greeted him. He glanced inside to find the brothers entwined in each other’s arms, dry humping, grinding as they kissed. Cas began rubbing his own hard cock, moaning softly as he watched.

Dean looked over to the entrance, seeing Cas standing there. He whispers something to Sam, who nods eagerly.

“Cas, both Sam and I would love for you to join us.”

Cas had never moved so fast as he did then, driven by lust and desire, his need to fuck and be fucked by these two sex gods dissolved any rational thought. Clothes flew in all directions as he strode toward his goal, till only his boxers remained. Dean grabbed him first, devouring Cas’s mouth with his own. Sam reached inside both men’s shorts, stroking the hard shafts that meet his hands.

They moan as the kiss heats up. Sam moves to stand behind Cas, nibbling along his neck and shoulders. He bites and sucks, leaving a few marks along the way. Dean breaks the lip lock long enough to suck on the other side, also marking Cas.

The brothers look at each other, then at their new toy. “Ours.” They said in unison.

With in seconds, all three are void of their shorts, eager for what’s to follow. Dean and Sam make a plan, then tell Cas.

“Cas, Dean wants to take you first. Then you’re going to take me, and then you watch Dean suck me off. Got it?”

Cas nods. Sam gets down on hands and knees, moving so his ass is in the air. Cas spits on his hand, then rubs it on his tip, mixing it with the precum that is already leaking out. He spreads the cheeks of the younger Winchester and pushes in slowly, groaning as he bottoms out. The shear pleasure it brings is more than Cas ever imagined.

Sam grinds against Cas, and Cas begins to move, pulling out then slamming back in, thrusting hard and without mercy, causing Sam to curse as he’s hit with mounds of pleasure. Dean’s eyes are full blown with lust as he watches.

“Hold still Cas. Present that firm ass for me.”

The command makes Cas even harder. The dominance radiating from both men has him whimpering with even greater need. He discovered at that moment how much he enjoys being a sub, being ordered around by the brothers. Cas bends down, covering Sam’s lean body with his own, shivering with anticipation.

Dean lines up with Cas’s tight hole, and first inserts a large finger, then a second. Cas moans as the large digits stretch and fill him. Dean pulls out and Cas almost complains, until he feels something bigger pressing in. Burning sensations jolt through him, then he sighs when Dean begins placing soft kisses along his neck and whispers in his ear. “Relax, take a deep breath. The more relaxed you are, the easier this is.”

Cas closes his eyes, willing his muscles to release the tension. He wants this more than he’ll admit, so he succeeds and the tension leaves. Dean feels the instant shift, and pushes his way in slowly. He stops to let Cas adjust, then pushes a little more. Each time he kisses along Cas’s back and neck, knowing he needs the tenderness for relaxing.

He finally bottoms out, and silence fills the cave for a minute. Then the three men begin, first Cas pulls out, then Dean, only to have Dean slam into Cas, which causes Cas to slam into Sam. The rhythm is almost too much, jolts of electricity envelope the three lovers, and they shiver with delight. They thrust again and again, picking up speed as they go. The cave echoes with the sound of skin slapping against skin, grunting, moans of ecstasy. Cas is the first to find release, his cock spilling inside Sam, then Dean follows, crying out Cas’s name as he cums inside the dark haired man.

But Dean isn’t done, as there is still one man that needs to be satisfied. Cas watches as Dean kneels in front of Sam, licking his lips as he eyes Sam’s erect cock, already dripping with precum. Dean runs his tongue over the hard phallus, teasing the tip, then taking his brother’s cock into his mouth. Sam grabs Dean’s hair and thrusts his cock forth, fucking his older brother’s mouth with gusto. Dean grabs Sam’s hips for support as the assault continues, and Cas practically drools at the entire whole scenario. Fuck! These brothers were hot and damn sexy! Sam doesn’t take long, a guttural cry escaping as he deposits his load, and watching Dean as his brother swallows every single drop. Dean stands, and taking Cas’s hand, the three men head to the pool to wash up before going to sleep, together.

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sastiel-is-my-serotonin · 5 years

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(For those who are too lazy to look up the Sastiel story, which is honestly me, here it is.)

Walking into my room, I was tired and relieved to finally be clean again. That hunt that was probably nothing, ended up being more than we expected. Monsters starting armies to protect themselves from the Darkness. When the apocalypse was happening, no one cared, but now people care?

"Hey Cas, there you are. Oh, I'm sorry, am I interrupting your show?" I said realizing he was still watching tv, he paused the tv and shook his head.

"No, not at all Sam. Do you want me to leave?" This is the part I should've said yes, he was already getting up and everything, but I couldn't.

"No, no, you're good." I said smiling, I realized he wasn't wearing his trenchcoat, it was set on my dresser and that made me happy in a way. He was comfortable enough in my room, he let go of his security "blanket."

"Are you sure, Sam?" Cas asked still not sitting back relaxed how he was when I first came in here.

"Yeah, yeah, who says we can't share?" I said with a small shrug and got into bed, trying to ignore my heart beating faster than normal.

"I'm not in your personal space?" Cas asked still making sure I was okay with this, maybe he wasn't?

"Well you are, but I don't mind as long as you don't mind." I said giving him an out just in case.

"I don't. How did the hunt go?" Cas asked relaxing back how he was before I came in.

"It could've gone better. We found out more about Amara, she's growing faster than she should. Also monsters are also afraid of her. Sounds like we're having great odds." I said sacrastically with a sigh but looking at him it reminded me to thank him. Usually Dean is around and would bother me for that sort of thing, but he's not around, so now's the perfect time.

"Also thank you for you research, it really helped. If you didn't help we wouldn't have made it." I wanted to reach and touch his shoulder or something but decided against it.

"You're welcome, since I can't be in the field, I can at least help with research." Cas said tiredly, I could tell he was being hard on himself.

"Either way, you're always important to the team." I said with a small smile, hoping that would help.

"Because I'm useful?" Cas asked and I frowned.

"Well yeah, but also, you're family. You're important to us no matter what. We just want you to get better." I explained, after all these years, doesn't he understand he's important to us? Maybe I have to express that more. Dean sure won't, not unless he or Cas is dying.

"Good night, Cas." I said closing my eyes, I let go of a yawn I was holding back earlier, for some reason, this bed felt more comfortable than the last time I slept in it.

"Good night, Sam." Cas replied back, he unpaused the tv, I could hear him turning it down and smiled at his thoughtfulness. The smile stayed when I heard his soft laughter, perhaps I need to watch a show with him sometime.

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'Am I hugging someone?' I thought not wanting to open my eyes yet, barely moving my arm back a bit, it confirmed I was indeed holding someone. Who the Hell can I be holding? I opened my eyes out of curiosity, and heard the tv playing in the background. Last night. Last night, I didn't watch tv...But Cas did! I looked up and my suspicions were true, I was hugging Cas.

I've had a lot of embarrassing moments in my life, more than I can count. This has to be in my top five.

"Morning Cas." I said lips pressed together in an awkward smile. Cas a little amused by my predicament.

"Would you mind helping me out? I gotta use the restroom." I said which was a lie until I thought about it. We untangled from each other while I rushed to the bathroom.

Coming back in a more calm manner to the kitchen, Dean was laughing at me, I might've almost ran him into the ground on my way to the bathroom.

"Did you trust a toilet in your dream, Sammy?" He asked smirking, I rolled my eyes and got a cup of coffee. He was in his robe drinking his own cup.

"No. What are you doing up early?" I asked and he raised an eyebrow at me, pointing to a clock. It was 11 a.m. how the Hell did I sleep in that late? No wonder I had to pee.

"Are you feeling okay, Sam?" Dean asked seriously, putting his coffee down, and checking for a fever.

"I'm fine Dean, just having an off day..." I said making my way back to my room with my coffee.

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Feeling dead tired, I was bumping into things trying to make it into my room. I opened my door and almost fell on the ground. It didn't sound like a bad spot to sleep, maybe I could sleep there. However, gotta land the right way, concrete floor, easy way to get a concussion.

"Sam, are you okay?" Cas asked getting off my bed, aww he's still here. That's nice, Cas is a nice angel.

"Hmm? Yeah." I said leaning against the wall, just need a small break. My legs kept moving, I only knew since they bumped into my dresser. I felt two hands guide me to the bed. Which I relaxed into, I could smell, well me, and honey. Food sounds good.

"Sam, have you been drinking?" Cas asked, did I? Research, research, bad memories, drink, drink, more bad memories, research, drink, I guess I did.

"Maybe a lil bit." I smiled, which turned into a laugh, I felt a blanket being pulled over me. Soft, warm, Cas is soft and warm. He gives me butterflies inside!

"Mere!" I said opening my arms, I opened my eyes and saw Cas was debating if he should, instead he touched my forehead. I felt his grace moving, it was a nice cool refreshing thing, I frowned when I realized what he did. And what I did. If I wasn't so tired I would've gotten out of bed to think by myself, but even if Lucifer was here, I wouldn't leave this bed.

"I'm so sorry Cas. I haven't done that in years. That's, well embarrassing and stupid." I said with an arm covering my face, Cas didn't answer but I felt my shoes being taken off.

"Bad day?" Cas asked softly, I lifted my arm to look at Cas, he didn't look mad or irritated, he looked concerned.

"Yeah, I was researching, and I had my music on shuffle, stupid spotify started to play Heat of the Moment." I said, sitting up a bit, how did I let my emotions get the best of me?

"Logically I knew Gabriel wasn't here, he's dead. But I saw the date was Tuesday, and all logic went out the window." I explained, I could feel myself struggling to breathe. Just thinking of it, it's bringing it back.

"Then what?" Cas asked, sitting in front of me. I looked at him surprised when he held my hands, it was oddly enough, easier to breathe with him close by.

"I couldn't find Dean and decided to drink. Research how to get us out of this loop before Dean dies, and drank some more. It wasn't until Dean took my drinks away and I saw in was Wednesday that it clicked, I could go to bed. Dean sent me to bed, and, I can't believe I did that." I let out a humorless laugh, hours of research for nothing. Not only that, I wasted valuable time, for nothing.

"Sam, you watched your brother die over a hundred times, waking up to that song. It's expected to have moments like this, days like this. It's okay." Cas said bringing me into a hug, I felt tears threatening to form.

"It's been years, Cas. I've gone to Hell, I've seen worse than that. It shouldn't affect me anymore." I mummered into his shoulder.

"Sam, seeing worse doesn't take away from other traumatic experiences. This was a trigger, they happen. You are not in a loop. You and your brother are safe." Cas soothed, a few tears fell, and Cas just held me. Told me it was okay. I felt embarrassed and ashamed. I know this, I know what he's telling me is true, but a part of me is telling me this is just a trap. I'm going to have to see Dean die a hundred times again.

"Cas, I just want it to go away. I hate Tuesday's. I hate that stupid song." I cried and he just held me tighter.

"Do you hate Gabriel?" Cas asked, at one point in time, it was a clear yes. How could I not? Years passing, new trials and tribulations, I didn't.

"No. I just hate those memories." I mummered into his chest, I didn't realize I had my head buried into his chest.

He laid us down, and was running his fingers through my hair.

"If I could take them away, I would." Cas whispered, I didn't say anything back, I stayed wrapped in his arms, as he lulled me to sleep.

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I woke up, wrapped in someone's arms once again, this time I was aware it was Cas. I didn't want to get up, I wanted to stay like this all day, but because of yesterday's episode, I wasted a lot of valuable time.

I started to pull away from Cas, he looked down at me, and seemed hesitant to let go.

"Are you okay?" He asked gently, I nodded, and he loosened his grip.

"Cas, I have to use the restroom." I said, he let go complety, but it looked like he had more to say.

I didn't have to go as bad as yesterday, so no rushing into Dean. I didn't bother going in the kitchen, instead I went back to my station.

I cleared all of yesterday's notes, threw them away, and started fresh. Barely a page in, Cas came in and sat across from me.

Wordlessly he picked up a book and a pen. I went back to work, we spent hours like this, silently taking notes.

Dean came in every now and again, bugging me to eat, I kept saying I would soon, right after I was done with the page I was on.

After the sixth time, Cas got up and went to the kitchen. He came back a few minuted later with a salad. He placed it in front of me and went back to working. Dean thanked Cas on his way out, and only returned to take my dishes, and hand me some coffee.

When I could barely keep my eyes open, and my notes became scribbles, I knew I had to go to bed. Cas noticed and set his book aside, and helped me to bed.

"Thank you." I mumbled as he set me on my bed. He nodded and covered me up. I thought he was going to go back to researching since he left the room, but instead he came back a few minutes later and got into bed next to me. My eyelids were heavy, I wanted to look at Cas one more time and tell him goodnight, but I didn't have any energy left.

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I woke up holding a body once again, I looked down to see Cas, whose eyes were closed for once. It threw me off, I tried to pull away but Cas held onto my arms.

"Cas-"

"You don't have to pee." Cas said, clearly awake, but his eyes remained closed. Did he use his grace to- Don't want to think about it.

"Stay." Cas ordered, as much as I wanted to, I still needed to do more work.

"Cas, I can't stay in bed all day." I said and he looked up to face me, eyes opened now.

"You can, and you will until I feel you are well rested. You won't take care of yourself properly, so I will. I've already told Dean not to bother you. If he wants research done, he can do it himself. You need rest." Cas said before turning around, eyes closed once again.

I sighed and got comfortable, his grip was too tight to wiggle out of. I closed my eyes, and felt myself starting to fall asleep again. Besides, it's what Cas wanted, and it seems like it's the only way to get out of this later.

So what if I rested my head on his shoulder, it was comfortable. Cas is comfortable. He feels like home.

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I woke up feeling lazy, I looked at Cas who was looking at me. He pushed my hair out of my face.

"You talk in your sleep when you're stressed." Cas said, I frowned, what did I say?

"Did I tell you anything important?" I asked, it wasn't the real question I wanted to ask, but it was the only question I could ask without stuttering.

"Yes." Cas answered, I looked at him expectantly but he didn't say anything further. I suppressed a groan.

"What did I say?" I pushed and he stopped to think, I could've said anything, from my crush on him, to dirt I have on Dean.

"Words I have been considering." Cas finally said, I felt like pulling away and getting coffee, something I needed to have patience right now.

"Your conclusion?" I asked, his eyes went from my eyes down to my lips, back up to my eyes.

"My conclusion? I now know why I saved you while you were in the cage." Cas started, looking at me in a certain way, I couldn't place it.

"Why I feel the need to protect you, before I protect myself. Why I wish you could see the good in you, and wish you cared more about yourself." He paused for a second, looking down, before looking back up to continue.

"Why I long for you when you're not around. Why my bond with you is different than my bond with Dean. I don't know when, but somewhere along our friendship I fell in love with you. I thought it was just a feeling of jealously, or my love for humanity, but it never felt that simple. I love you, or at least what I believe is love." Cas answered, I didn't realize I was holding my breath until I let it go.

"That is my conclusion. What is yours?" Cas asked, his eyes begging me for a similar answer. I let go of him with one hand so I could hold his hand.

"My conclusion? I fell in love with you ages ago. I have done my best to hide it, to pretend I don't feel this way about you. But everytime I'm around you, I feel at home. There's only one other person in this world who I feel like is home, but it is so much different with you." I said not knowing what else to say. I've imagined this a million times over, but it is always me confessing first, and most of the time Cas doesn't say anything back, he just goes for the kiss. The only way I know this is real is because I pinched myself already.

"Sam, can I kiss you?" Cas asked, I nodded. Before my mind could guess how it would feel to kiss him, his lips were on mine.

They were a bit rough, but the kiss wasn't, it was slow and calm. Almost as if he wasn't sure if I was really okay with this. I started to bite his lower lip, and he got the memo, he flipped us so I was on my back, and it seemed as if all his resistance and patience went out the window. It was now rough, and passionate, I kept up with the pace, years and years of pent up tension flowed through. I didn't want it to end just in case this never happened again. I flipped us onto his back, and I knew it was getting harder to breathe but I didn't want to pull away. Not until I absolutely had to.

When I did pull away, I was panting along with Cas, wanting to devour his lips once again. I heard a knock on the door, before it opened.

"About time, Sam I'm making burgers. Cas, I'm making one for you to." Dean said closing the door again, I looked back down at Cas and smiled.

"Can I kiss you?" I asked this time, he croaked out a yes, and I captured his lips again. It was tender this time, more of a "I love you" rather than a lustful kiss like the first one. I smiled when he brought his hands up to cup my face, if this is a dream, I never want to wake up.

Pulling back slowly, I rested my head on his, catching my breathe. I slowly rolled off of him, and looked up at the ceiling dazed like. I knew I had a dumb cheesy smile on my face, but I couldn't help it.

"I should've told you my feelings ages ago." Cas said, I looked over at him, he had a similar expression to mine and I smiled a bit bigger.

"I love you." It came out of my mouth without permission but I didn't mind, not when Cas came closer again, and repeated the phrase.

"Kiss?" He asked gently, I never knew how much I would love hearing him ask for kisses until now. It is so much better than him just kissing me.

"Yes." I said, we kept exchanging kisses, some were slow, and soft, but many were fast paced, animalistic like. No matter the kiss, I enjoyed every single moment. The only moment I hated was Dean pulling us out of the room to celebrate. But even then the smile on my face wouldn't leave.

#sastiel #sastiel fic #a story I wrote that i don't hate?#what?#no way!#hopefully you like it #there could always be more sastiel stories #also thank you to everyone who helped me find more sastiel stories i love you guys

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ourloveisforthelovely · 5 years

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Fix You 12

Supernatural (AU Story)

Link to Chapter 11

Words: 4,725

Pairings: Gabriel x Reader

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Lucifer looked over his shoulder making sure that you were out of the room before turning to Gabriel.

“You need to skip to my lou my darlin and get on my side.”

“I would rather slam my hand in a drawer. Either start talking Lucifer or get lost. I have to worry about keeping my family safe.”

Lucifer looked honestly hurt.

“What am I Gabe? I'm your family too! I'm not here to raise some hell with you or make you angrier than you already appear to be. When did you get so emo? I am here because I care for you and for my kid! I want Michael to die a slow painful death as much as the next guy. Your kid in there, your kid, is in some real bad danger that you can't handle on your own.”

Gabriel stood with his arms crossed glaring at Lucifer for a few moments.

“You didn't answer my question. What did Michael specifically say about Joy and Yn?”

Lucifer leaned back in his seat at the kitchen island and held his hands up.

“What do you want me to say, Gabriel? He said he wanted to kill them and make you watch the light leave their eyes? Is that good enough for you because it freaked me the hell out! Look, Gabe, I know that we aren't pals....”

“Understatement.”

Gabriel snapped. Lucifer sighed before giving his brother an annoyed glare.

“Uh yeah! If you will keep your snark to the minimum that would be great! I want to help you! What happened to us, Gabriel? You and I were pals. We were closer than Michael and Raphael ever were. It was you and me against the world! What about all of the times that you did some of your tricks and they went bad? I took the fall for you because it killed me to see you upset. Oh Christ, look at me going over all of these feels while you just stand there!”

“Daddy?”

Both Gabriel and Lucifer froze. Gabriel looked down to see JoyAnna by his foot again. Muttering a few curse words at Lucifer in Enochian, Gabriel bent down picking Joy up.

“I told you to stay in there.”

JoyAnna gave Gabriel a disapproving expression.

“Its not nice to call someone all of those names you just called him. Daddy am I going to die?”

Gabriel's mouth dropped as he looked at his little girl's sweet face. He glanced to Lucifer who muttered “oh my dad” before standing up and turning his back. Looking back to JoyAnna, Gabriel shook his head.

“Absolutely not!”

Lucifer meanwhile, walked over and held his hands out. Joy didn't fight when Lucifer took her from Gabriel's arms. Gabriel half expected Joy to try to bite Lucifer. He walked across the kitchen

“Sweetheart, let me tell you about this big dummy named Michael. A long long time ago, before you were even thought of, it was Michael, your Jimmy Buffet loving Uncle Raphael, your daddy, and me in heaven. Michael was the biggest bossiest meanie head. Your daddy and I used to play ricks on him. One time your daddy even dyed his wings pink. Let's just say it wasn't his color, sweetheart. Anyway, the point of this story, we are ten times more powerful than Michael. He may have some goons and morons at his disposal but its nothing we can't handle. Your daddy and those other people around here won't let anything happen to you. I won't either. Deal?”

JoyAnna glanced at Gabriel. The expression on his face still made her nervous. She knew that her dad was super wary about everything that Lucifer was saying. Turning her head back to her uncle, JoyAnna smiled.

“Deal.”

About that time the door opened and Jack walked in. He froze the moment that he spotted Lucifer holding his cousin. Right away Jack was ready to freak out. He immediately turned to Gabriel.

“What are you thinking?”

He half yelled. Lucifer meanwhile, smiled seeing Jack. He smiled genuinely.

“Jack. It's so good to see you.”

Gabriel meanwhile, looked at his nephew with exhausted eyes before walking over and pulling him out of the room by his shirt. Lucifer gave Joy a smile.

“Everyone is so friendly here.”

JoyAnna giggled.

“You must really be on something Uncle Luci.”

Meanwhile, Jack angrily pulled away from Gabriel as his uncle closed the door behind him.

“You let him in here and near Joy! Near me!”

Gabriel held a hand up.

“Cool it junior! Look, he was the one that told us about Michael. I'm keeping my eyes on him and Cas is too. If he puts a toe out of line I will gladly kill him. He knows where we stand. You need to trust me on this one. I've been around a lot longer and know what can happen, feel me? I need you to chill. I'm not asking you to go and be his pal. In fact, go be an ass for all I care but don't you dare think that I would intentionally put Joy or you in any danger.”

Jack looked down before nodding.

“I'm sorry.”

Gabriel nodded, motioning to the door with his head.

“Its fine, go on.”

Jack looked at his uncle a moment longer. He realized that there was more to what was going on then what Gabriel was telling him.

“Gabriel?”

“Just go.”

He replied. Gabriel's voice was calm but there was an edge to it that Jack wasn't used to. The boy turned and left his uncle alone in the laundry room.

Jack didn't look at Lucifer as he walked back through the kitchen. He could only hope that Gabriel knew what he was talking about!

Later that night, after you put Joy to bed, you sat quietly beside Gabriel listening to everything that Lucifer had told him earlier. You put a hand on her your head trying to take everything in. Lucifer looked at you sympathetically.

“I know its a lot to take in.”

You scoffed.

“A little...Michael is a fool to think that he can get much out of a little girl.”

Lucifer raised an eyebrow.

“A powerful little girl. Forgive me for saying so darlin but Michael could mold her to do whatever he wanted. If he got you and Gabriel out of the way well....his field day.”

Meanwhile upstairs...

JoyAnna lay sleeping when a soft fluttering noise caught her attention. She turned over to see a young man standing beside her bed. With a frown, she reached over to turn the light but he snapped his hands stopping her.

“You must be JoyAnna. My my you really are a cutie!”

Joy rubbed her eyes.

“Who are you? Don't you think it's a little rude to be materializing in people's bedroom?”

The man chuckled.

“You are sarcastic, just like your father.”

Joy didn't like the way the man mentioned anything related to Gabriel. There was something sneeringly cold in his voice.

“Yeah, well you get what you get. Who are you anyway?”

The man smiled.

“I'm your uncle Michael. I've come to see you.”

Joy's mouth dropped and she looked around nervously.

“Uh why aren't your wings pink?”

Michael's pleasant expression went negative.

“Lovely, you heard that story.”

Joy nodded as she snapped her fingers sending the archangel flying across the room and into the wall. It took maybe two seconds for the door to slam open. Gabriel and Jack stood in the doorway. Both of their expressions went from panicked to straight pissed off. Jack quickly ran to Joy yanking her into his arms as Gabriel stepped between them looking down at Michael.

“Jeez Mikey. Did a little girl knock you on your ass? Doesn't say much for your so-called skills.”

Michael growled angrily before jumping up and landing a punch in Gabriel's face. Gabriel shook off the impact after a few moments. He was able to land more punches on Michael. Glancing over his shoulder he could see Jack with a petrified Joy in his arms.

“Jack get her out of here!”

He yelled as Joy began screaming for him over and over again. The moment that Michael slammed a knife into his shoulder, Joy really began to cry. Gabriel looked down at the kitchen knife with a bemused expression.

“A steak knife? Really Michael? Do you think that would really hurt me? Must have lost your touch, big brother. Might want to take that to the Texas Roadhouse that you stole it from.”

Michael blinked before growling angrily.

“I'll be back.”

Michael snapped his fingers instantly disappearing.

“What the hell is going on in here?”

Gabriel and Jack turned to Lucifer and yourself. Both stopped seeing the blood oozing out of the wound in Gabriel's shoulder.

“Gabe?”

You managed to get out as Jack quickly walked from the room trying to calm his little cousin down. Gabriel glanced over at your panicked expression. Lucifer looked at tad nervous himself.

“It was Michael. That fucker stabbed me with a steak knife! Can you believe that shit?”

After another moment or two the wounds had healed themselves leaving Gabriel back to the way he looked before. You walked over cupping his face in your hands.

“Gabriel, what were you thinking? He could have killed you.”

Gabriel smacked your hands away.

“It was me or the kid. You want me to grow up and be the dad that I am supposed to be one minute. Now you want me to be more careful! You are gonna have to pick one, peach, because I can't do everything!”

You looked down at the ground. Sure, Gabriel was hyped up on adrenaline and probably didn't mean what he said. You stood a moment longer before walking from the room. It was probably best that the two of you be apart for a moment.

Lucifer looked after you before looking back to Gabriel who was trembling.

“Uh, was that the best thing that you could come up with? I think she was worried about you?”

Gabriel growled.

“She always worried about me! I walk by a black cat, she worries. I walk under a ladder, I can't leave the house for a damn moment. She treats me like a baby.”

Lucifer raised an eyebrow.

“Bro you are kinda acting like one. Can't believe that I am being the sane one here but she's your girl. It's in her job description.”

Gabriel looked up at his brother's face.

“I guess I can be hard on her. This crap situation is just making me nutty.”

Lucifer shrugged.

“From what little me old me gathered you two have the bad habit of running from each other when the tough gets going. Maybe it's time that you two go your merry ways and you can co parent little short stuff in peace. The kid is gonna figure out what's going on soon enough if she doesn't already. Y/n is a nice girl but I don't think that we, as archangels, are meant to be with anyone...cute nephilim included. Well later, I'm going to watch me some reality TV...wanna watch some people whose lives are bigger train wrecks than mine.”

You sat on the couch trying to ignore that sinking feeling about your relationship with Gabriel.. Yet again he had proven you right. You had thought after the little heart to heart things would be okay. Gabriel himself had even seemed so hopeful. He had even reminded her of the Gabriel that you had fallen in love with.

“Hi there”

You looked up seeing Lucifer walk into the room. Great! This was the last person that you wanted to deal with! You only nodded as Lucifer sat down.

“So... just curious but is why happened up there normal?”

You shrugged.

“It’s the new normal.”

Lucifer raised an eyebrow.

“I’m a good listener. I know that’s probably contradicting everything you have heard about me.”

You smirked before leaning back into the couch.

“Let me get this straight, you want to hear about mine and Gabriel’s problems?”

Lucifer nodded happily.

“I did tell Gabriel that was I was going to watch reality TV. He doesn’t have to know that I am actually listening to his business.”

You tried not to laugh. You were seriously having a therapy session with Satan. This has to be a new one!

“Well okay. If you don’t have anything better to do. Things were good. Where is the keyword. I guess everything changed when I got pregnant. After that, it’s gone downhill. Think about an airplane just going alone then all of a sudden BAM nose dive! Ever since then it’s just not good. Gabriel and I have a problem with running when things get bad. He ran when I got pregnant then I ran when Amara broke our bond because I just knew our love wasn’t the same. There you go Luci. That is the PG version of the disaster known as mine and Gabe’s relationship.”

Lucifer blinked a few times.

“Gabe left when he knocked you up?”

You nodded as she took on Lucifer’s annoyed expression.

“Something like that. His time away included strippers, porn stars, and a heaping amount of liquor that makes my liver hurt thinking about it. I just don’t think he was ready for that at the point. He’s changed though. I think he saw the error in his decision making. He does really well with Joy and I am proud of him as a father.”

Lucifer started to speak several times. Each time he would stop himself with a sassy finger shake.

“I have been dying to know my son and Gabriel just walked away from his child and pregnant wife? Oh my dad! You wouldn’t tell from the way he is with her now. He watches every move that child makes. Amara is loose too?”

The freaked out expression on Lucifer’s face was enough to make you worry.

“Yes but she’s good! She’s been taking care of JoyAnna and I for quite some time.”

Lucifer was quite a moment longer.

“So that means my dad knows about everything?”

You winced.

“Yes, he’s slightly afraid of Joy. He sends her a nice card and gift on her birthday and at other random times of the year but he mostly stays away. I think that he is afraid that Joy will bite him.”

Lucifer laughed hard!

“After seeing Joy throw Michael across the room like a doll apparently, I would be concerned too. He probably has his panties in a pinch because he didn’t actively create Joy. He gets jealous when he isn’t the center of all good ideas! I think I know how to fix your and Gabe's problems.”

You raised an eyebrow before sitting up a little straighter.

“Yeah, do share because I am at a fucking loss.”

Lucifer grinned and started bouncing in his seat like an excited child.

“Okay, so you go and buy you some lingerie, tie his ass to a chair, give him a lap dance. It's hard to be mad when you have a hot half-naked woman rolling all over you. You know what? Let’s get out of here for a bit. I can tell you haven’t smiled in a while. Let's go find something to tease that brother of mine with. I have a good eye for all things lustful.'

You blinked a few times. The idea of going out with Lucifer for a bit was concerning and the idea of going lingerie shopping with him screamed bad idea! However, if he could fix yours and Gabriel's problems it was worth a shot! Anything was worth a shot at this point!

“What about Gabe?”

Lucifer shrugged.

“That stick in the mud will be fine. He’s acting a little out of character if you ask me.”

You glanced up the stairs waiting for Gabriel to appear at the mention of his name. When he didn’t, you looked back to Lucifer.

“Well you aren’t quite what I was expecting either.”

Lucifer stood. He could see why Gabriel was so over the moon for you. You were definitely a beautiful girl!

“We wear many hats.”

He reached out grabbing your arm and took them out of the room instantly.

Meanwhile, Gabriel had sat down on Joy’s bed and was looking miserably at his feet. The last thing that he wanted to do was really think that the two of you were ruined as a couple. It couldn’t happen! He loved you too much! The thought alone of you being with another man-made Gabriel want to go into a jealous rage.

The electricity in the room began to surge as Gabriel's anger began to increase.

“Gabriel stop. Cas and I are trying to watch a show.'

Dean called from across the hall. Gabriel's head snapped up as he stood and walked down the hall. He had to do something and quick! Walking into the living room, Gabriel frowned as noticed the sheet of paper lying on the couch.

“Borrowed your wife. Don't worry no freaky shit is happening! ~Lucifer.”

Gabriel was so close to losing his shit that he had almost lost all grip on reality until he heard Cas behind him.

“Gabriel, I have a theory on how to deal with....why are you angry?”

Gabriel turned around to face Dean and Cas who were watching him with a worried expression. He sighed, swallowing the rage that was going through him.

“Lucifer took off with Y/n.”

Dean's mouth dropped.

“Like what kind of taking off are we talking about?”

Gabriel rolled his eyes.

“Not like that you idiot! It could be like that for all I know. I swear if that ass hat touches her I am going all out military on him.”

Dean looked over his shoulder making sure that there was no sign of JoyAnna around.

“Dude I don't know how many times we have to have this conversation with you. Whatever is going on between you and Y/n, it needs to get fixed. I get that you are going through some stuff but you two are going to have to work it out. What's going on man?”

Gabriel groaned before sitting down on the couch. He was quiet for a moment and Dean started to say his name but was stopped.

“I heard you!! All of this crap, everything that is going on...I guess it has me not being the friendliest me that I normally am. I snapped at her a bit ago when that crap with Micheal happened. She didn't deserve that. Y/n doesn't deserve any of it. And I wonder why she avoids me and is crying all the time.”

Dean and Cas looked between each other. Both had to agree with Gabriel there. If he would have cooled his heels and didn't say stupid stuff in your presence then you probably wouldn't have left and they would be safe in the bunker.

“Do you want us to make a response?”

Dean asked casually. Gabriel's eyes flickered up to him.

“No, because I know what you are going to say. I've been a shit excuse for a husband.”

Dean pressed his lips together to keep himself from talking. Gabriel meanwhile, rolled his eyes.

“Go ahead Dean before you explode.”

Dean started all at once…

“Yeah, you kind of are. You're a decent dad though. I'll give you that. You just need to work on that temper that you have suddenly developed before you ruin Joy's impression on what a healthy relationship should be like. I know that I am not one to talk but you're her dad and Y/n is her mom. She watches you two more than you know. Do you really want your daughter thinking about what you have with Y/n is healthy?”

Gabriel shook his head looking down like a child that had been reprimanded by a parent.

“No, it's worse than you think.”

“What do you mean?”

Cas questioned.

“She asked me yesterday if I even loved Y/n at all. Evidently, she heard us having some words and you get the idea. Y/n and I almost....ALMOST had our issues worked out? Like we actually sat down and talked then this. I lost my temper again.”

Dean and Cas exchanged worried winces.

“For what it's worth I like you better as a trickster.”

Dean said with an innocent smile. Gabriel actually smiled at that.

“Yeah, so do I. I guess you can see why I left heaven now. Being an archangel isn't fun.”

All three men instantly stopped talking upon hearing the sound of JoyAnna's feet coming down the stairs.

“Time to end this conversation.”

Cas quickly stated as Joy walked in. She walked to Gabriel and climbed on his lap.

“Daddy, I had the weirdest dream last night.”

Gabriel felt a sense of relief wash over him when Joy said those words. The poor kid thought everything was a dream! That could definitely work in his favor!

“Yeah?”

JoyAnna nodded as she reached out and pushed Gabriel's shirt away from his neck. Gabriel gave Cas, who looked like he could panic, a wink.

“What are you doing, kiddo?”

JoyAnna leaned back giving Gabriel a careful look.

“Oh nothin...just looking for something.”

When she didn't see any wounds on her father's shoulder, Joy slid off of his lap.

“I'm going to go play. It was just a dream. All good.”

Once she was out of the room Dean turned back to Gabriel. The archangel looked satisfied that his little lie had appeased the child.

“Very smooth. That wouldn't have worked if she was older.”

Gabriel shrugged. He stood up and started looking around for his jacket.

“Yeah, well right now I am the best thing since Swiss cheese to her and I can convince her all of that was a nasty dream. She doesn’t know all of the weird injuries that I have had in my life. Can you two keep an eye on her? I just had a truly genius idea.”

Cas shrugged.

“Sure, it isn't like I plan on going anywhere. What are you going to do?”

Gabriel turned with a smile.

“Going to see dear old dad and work my magic.”

Before Dean and Cas could ask further questions the archangel had vanished. Dean turned to Cas with an eye roll.

“Dude, seriously The Bold and the Beautiful has nothing on this place.”

Seconds later, Gabriel stood in the middle of a sparsely decorated office. Chuck sat a few feet away typing away on a computer when he looked up. He was clearly surprised to see his youngest son and the condition that he was in.

“Gabriel, what are you doing here? You look awful!”

Gabriel smirked.

“Jeez thanks dad! I know I don't look up to my normal regal standards but that's what happens when your soulmate bond is literally ripped from you. You get this hollow feeling inside of you and feel like you like one of those 18 wheelers keep running you over.”

Chuck winced. The icy cold expression on Gabriel's face instantly made Chuck regret in letting Amara have her way to fix problems.

“Is there anything that I can do? It's kinda sad seeing you like this. You were always the happiest of my archangels. Now you remind me of your brothers.”

Gabriel laughed coldly.

“Oh you have no idea but yes you can fix mine and Y/n’s bond. You can also lock Amara's ass back up in the wherever. I've lost so much and I'm about to lose Y/n for real. If you love me at all you'll do it. You think that I am miserable now...just wait until I lose the woman I love.”

Chuck stood giving him that parental look of contempt that being black mailed.

“Gabriel, are you really trying that with me? You haven't tried that since you were young.”

Gabriel smirked.

“I figured screaming and kicking wouldn't do me much good. Although with JoyAnna has shown me some wonderful things that I should have done.”

Chuck smiled.

“Ah those are the bonus I love dad days. Best days in the world....having to go behind you all cleaning up whatever it was you did.”

Gabriel shook his head.

“Nah, it was Lucifer and I cleaning up each other’s mess then listening to Raphael and Michael bitch us out. I don't know where you were unless you wanted me to deliver messages of divine content.”

Chuck looked a little taken back at that. He could clearly see that Gabriel was still hostile with him and there wasn't much that he could do to change that!

“I'll fix your bond. I can see how you much you truly love the nephilim.”

Gabriel's golden eyes narrowed.

“Her name is Y/n! If you are going to talk about her at least call her by name. Do you think she likes being referred to as a half breed?”

Chuck was silent a moment.

“Son, like it or not, half breed is what she is. It seems to me that it is you that is uncomfortable with what your wife is. Y/n seems perfectly fine with it.”

Gabriel meanwhile, was trying to stop himself from exploding.

“You don't know anything about her because you won't give her a chance. You won't get to know her or JoyAnna! Dad, you are so scared of them because you didn't fully create them! I'm perfectly fine with what Y/n is. You don't know what it was like for her growing up as a nephilim. I do.”

Chuck watched his son carefully. In all the millennia that the earth had been around, he never expected to see this amount of seriousness in his youngest archangel. However, here Gabriel stood completely proving him wrong.

“When you get home, your bond will be repaired.”

A couple of hours later, you returned home after a rather eventful morning with Lucifer. After he took you out to breakfast to make sure that he “fed the human” he decided that he wanted to go to IKEA to mess with people. You stood watching him hide in random wardrobes before popping out to scare the shit out of people and the lingerie shopping.

“This is good fun.”

He said with an excited smile earning a baffled expression from you.

“You know Lucifer, I really wasn't expecting all of this. I expected you to be more....evil.”

Lucifer shrugged.

“Well I can be. I can be a royal prick if I want but I can also have a good time. Where do you think Gabe got his skills from? We used to have a really good time.”

Lucifer got a nostalgic expression on his face that made you feel guilty. Part of you was concerned with trusting him. The other part felt guilty. It was painfully obvious that he was missing his little brother and Gabriel wasn't making any effort in helping with that problem.

Walking into the kitchen, Lucifer turned back to you.

“I think I am going to go back out for some drinks maybe after that I will get an epiphany on how to deal with my kid in there.”

You him an apologetic expression.

“Good luck with that. Lucifer thanks for everything today. That really helped get me out of my head. I can talk to Jack if you want?”

Lucifer shook his head.

“Nah, I'll figure it out. I'm the king of darkness after all. If I can't figure this out I may be losing my touch. Later.”

Lucifer vanished with a small wave. You meanwhile, turned and walked up the stairs, it was time to put your genius plan into place...

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Sorry ain’t gonna cut it.

Pairing : Gabriel, Winchesters, Reader & mention of OC family members

Word count : 2,891

Written for : @spngenrebingo

Square : “I hate you.”

Warnings : A little angsty, a little funny. Pranks. Grumpy Winchesters. Apologetic Gabriel. Angry reader.

A/N : Original idea that sparked this came from @justballoonfishthings

SPN GENRE BINGO MASTERLIST.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“She hates you.”

“No. That’s not possible.”

“Dude. I hate you.” Dean gave the archangel a look of disbelief.

“No. Our love is just.. Complicated.”

“Jesus Christ.” Dean groaned, leaving the bunker kitchen as you walked in.

“Tell him he’s wrong.” Gabriel looked to you, and you gave him a confused look as you glanced to the door Dean just walked out of. “He says you wont talk to me because you hate me.”

“I do.” Pulling open the fridge, you grabbed a bottle of water.

“What’d I do to you!?”

You gave him a shrug and shut the fridge door. “Just don’t like you.”

“Dislike and hate are very different, sweetheart-”

“Don’t fucking call me that.”

“Why don’t you like me?” Gabe dropped into the seat next to you and you rolled your eyes and turned your back to him, doing your best to ignore him for the book you’d been reading when he interrupted you. “I’m a lovable goofball, everyone loves me.”

“Pretty sure that’s Cas’s role in all this, not yours.” You muttered, turning the page. “And not everyone. Not me, and not Dean.”

“Dean loves me.” Gabe scoffed, leaning back and putting an arm on the back of your chair. “Breaks his heart every time he thinks something happened to me.”

“Doubt that.” you knock his arm off your chair with your elbow.

“So, what, you only dislike me because of him? If Dean-o told you to jump off a bridge, would yo-”

“Yep.”

“What!? Why!?”

You shrugged. “He’s Dean. He’d have a reason, and it would probably save my life.”

“That’s not healthy..” Gabe muttered with a shake of his head.

“What’s not healthy, is your need to be liked by me. Not everyone is going to like you, get over it.” You let your book clap shut and stood up. “Move on, Gabe.”

“Never. I’ll win you over, I know it.”

Heading into the kitchen to make a juice smoothie the next morning, you walked in to find Dean enjoying a coffee at the table, and Gabe chowing down on a stack of pancakes. “Dean, smoothie?”

“Nope.” That single worded response was all he needed to say, because the tone held a ‘why do you even ask?’ note to it.

“Guess it’s just me and Sam, then.” You knew Sam wouldn’t mind a good fruit smoothie.

Gabe cleared his throat, but when you ignored him, he looked to Dean who just shrugged. Gabe let out a sigh, and focused on his plate again.

“Watermelon is still good, right?” Dean hummed his answer as he sipped his coffee and you smiled, pulling out the blender. “Good. I’m feeling melon this morning.”

When you opened the fridge, you froze. Every single item in there had googly eyes on it. By the time you turned to look at them, Dean already had his mug in the air that showed the same had been done to the mug. Gabriel had a big smile on his face as he watched you. But it’s when his eyes flicked over to the blender that you looked at it, and slowly turned it around.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You grumbled, it not only had eyes, but he had drawn a face on it in marker.

Deciding to ignore him as much as you could, you pulled out the small round watermelon and all but slammed it on the table between them, annoyed by the large eyes that hadn’t been stuck to it yesterday. You pulled out the largest knife the kitchen boasted, ripped the eyes off of the handle and dropped them onto Gabe’s plate. Without taking your eyes off of him, you cut into the melon right between the two eyes until the two halfs rolled apart. Then you stabbed the knife into the table, and walked out.

“I think you pissed her off.” Dean mumbled into his mug. “Don’t fuck with her fruit, Gabe. Her and Sammy have this thing, and you’re messing with that.”

Gabe pouted. “I thought she’d at least smile. Melon Buddy was so happy and friendly.” He poked at a melon half and watched it rock.

“And now he’s deader than dirt.” Dean stood from his spot. “I tried to warn you.”

Dean was just sitting down at the table when you entered the kitchen later that evening. Sam was already taking a bite out of a burger, and there were two more plated and waiting. One where Dean sat, and one across from him.

“Thanks for cooking.” Dean lifted the burger up and licked his lips. “Looks good.”

You shook your head as you took your place across from him. “I didn’t cook. It was your turn..”

Dean froze for a moment, burger just inches away from his lips and then you both turned to look at Sam who was happily eating. Sam gave his head a shake as he swallowed. “Don’t look at me, I thought Dean made them.”

Dean was now eyeing the burger in his hands suspiciously. “Good?”

“I like it.” Sam answered, going in for another bite. “I’m eating it, aren’t I?”

Dean narrowed his eyes at the meal, then decided Sam’s approval was enough for him. It wasn’t for you, thought. You sat back and watched as he brought it closer to his mouth and took a bite. His eyebrows came together as he chewed, his nose started to scrunch up, and next thing you knew, he was spitting it out onto his plate and all but tossing the rest down. “What the fuck is that?”

“A gluten free vegan burger.”

Dean turned to Gabe, now in the doorway, and he looked so offended. “Ve-” Dean gagged a little. “What the fuck is wrong with you!?”

“What? Is it bad?”

“Is it- We eat meat, Gabriel!” Dean stood from the table and started for the fridge as you pulled out your phone. “When I told you to leave her food alone, I didn’t mean start fucking with mine!” Dean was quick to pull out a beer, open it, and try to drown out the bad taste left in his mouth.

“What are you doing?” Sam nudged you with a foot under the table as you brought your phone to your ear.

“Ordering a pizza before Dean kills someone.”

Sam nodded. “You eating that?” He pointed to your burger. “It’s really not that bad…”

“Have at it.” You slid your plate to him, and he happily took it. “Hey, can I get a extra large meat lovers pizza? For a pick up?”

Moving through the halls sometime around 2am, you headed for the kitchen for a bottle of water. The bunker was silent, and you liked that. Both brothers were asleep in their rooms, and Gabe was out of sight, whatever it was he was doing.

You grabbed water out of the fridge and made your way back towards your room, but it was when you passed Sam's room that you saw something out of the corner of your eye.

Taking a step back, and looking in properly, you saw Gabriel haunched over the side of Sam’s bed, gloves on his hands as he put something in Sam’s hair. He seemed to feel your eyes on him, because he looked over with a smile, and a single finger came up to his lips. “Shhh..” You couldn’t hear it from where you stood, but it was a given. You shook your head at him when he chuckled to himself and walked away.

You were at the war room table with Dean looking for a case, anything to get out of the bunker and away from this. You glanced at the time, it was barely past 7am, so for Dean to be up on his own accord told you he was getting annoyed too. That's when you heard Sam storming the halls.

“My hair!?” He growled as soon as he got in the room.

Dean looked up, and an amused smile grew on his face as he sat back in chair. “Didn’t know the Jolly Green Giant was living here.”

“You think this is funny?” Sam took a threatening step closer to his brother.

“Yeah.” Dean was laughing, one arm across his waist.

“That mean you haven’t looked in the mirror yet today?”

Dean’s face instantly fell. “What?”

“You might wanna do that, Pinky Pie.”

“Pi- What!?” Dean jumped up and all but ran to the closest mirror. “Son of a bitch!” When he came back, he was furious. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

You shrugged. “Honestly, I thought you knew.”

“Gabriel!!!” Dean screamed. “Get your feathery ass over here, now!”

You heard his laugh before you saw him, but as soon as he appeared in the doorway, Sam was growling. “My hair, Gabriel! You know no one touches my damn hair!”

“You’re fucking dead.” Dean was pointing at him, nose flaring as he stomped towards the archangel.

“Boys.” Gabe laughed, hands up. “Relax, it’ll wash out.”

“It fucking better!” Dean yelled.

“It will… in a few days..” Dean growled again, and Gabe ran with a laugh. And despite yourself, you chuckled as Dean gave chase.

After about four hair washings, Sam’s hair was almost rid of it’s green tint. Luckily for him, since his hair was darker than his brothers, it wasn’t as noticeable. But Dean’s hair, that still held a light pink to it. His fingers had been running through his hair and scratching at his scalp since his last shower, and he was grumbling every so often when a pastel pink hair fell from his head and landed on his tablet.

Suddenly, a box of chocolates was placed between the three of you, and you all looked up to see Gabriel giving the brothers an awkward smile. “I’m… sorry.” You cocked and eyebrow, having not expected that. “I mean it, okay, I’m sorry I took things too far with the hair. So, as an apology, I got you my favourite chocolates.”

Dean was the first to glance at the chocolates, and you shook your head. Then he looked to Sam, and then you, then back down at the chocolates. After a moment of silence, he plucked one out of the top tray and Gabe watched as Dean inspected it. “I know how serious you take your chocolate..” Dean mumbled half to himself. “This fucking poison? Or vegan, or some shit?”

“No, it’s not poison or vegan. It’s the good stuff.”

Dean brought the small truffle to his lips, and took a small bite. He deemed it alright, because he popped the rest in his mouth and reached for another as he mumbled out a “thanks” before swallowing.

That was enough for Sam who reached for one, but you just went back to work. Gabe removed the top tray, revealing a second one underneath, and placed it next to you as he sat down. “Chocolate?”

“I’ll pass, thanks.”

He shrugged. “Suit yourself. They’re damn good.”

“Mhm.” Dean hummed as he reached for one from the second tray at the same time as Sam. Dean popped it in his mouth, chewed, and froze. Opening his mouth, he spit it out onto the table in front of him. “What the fuck?”

“Oh, right, I forgot to mention, there's a couple in there that are jalapeno.. Though I’m not sure which ones.. I lost the paper thing.. What did that one look like?”

Dean looked down, but it was chewed enough that he couldn’t quite tell. “I’m not sure..”

“Guess it’s chocolate roulette for us..”

Dean grabbed a few more, eyeing them in his hand, while Sam selected another one that he knew his brother hadn’t eaten one of, as all four of them were still in the tray. He ate it, pausing for a moment as he glanced at the tray, but seemed satisfied enough not to complain. “What’d you get?” Dean asked.

“Not sure.. I think it was straight up chocolate, but it had a bit of an aftertaste..”

“Not Jalapeno or some weird shit?” Sam shook his head so Dean let the others he held fall to the table as he grabbed one of those. “Good. Need to get this taste out of my mouth..” He stuck out his tongue and made a face like his mouth was on fire. Dean was quick to chew it, and much like Sam had, he seemed to pause. “Yeah.. What is that?”

Sam was done with the chocolates, but Dean tried a few others, always following up any he didn’t like with the ones he knew were safe until he ran out, and then he stopped. But by then, Sam was shifting uncomfortably in his chair. “What’s up, Sasquatch?” Gabe wondered.

“Not feeling so good…”

Dean looked to his brother, and then seemed to be hit by something. “What did you do!?” He turned to Gabe.

A smile grew on Gabe’s face. “I did mentioned this was chocolate roulette, didn’t I?”

“What did you do!?” Dean growled, and you could hear Sam’s stomach grumbling from across the table.

“Oh..no..” Sam’s hand went to his stomach.

“Some were jalapeno.” Gabe pointed to a few truffles in the tray. “Some were perfectly normal.” He gestures to the whole first tray that he had taken for him and you. “And some, had delicious laxative centres.” He pointed to the empty corner spaces that Dean had eaten three of.

Sam bolted from the room quicker than you had ever seen him run, his chair falling to the floor behind him. Dean groaned as his stomach gurgled, and he pointed a finger at Gabe’s face. “I’m gonna fucking kill you. I’m gonna fucking kill you, and I’m going scatter the pieces where even GOD won’t fucking find them.”

“You’re about three seconds away from shitting your pants. Three.” Dean clutched at his stomach with a groan. “Two.”

“I fucking hate you.”

“One.” Dean’s eyes went wide as he bolted almost as quick as Sam had. Gabe just laughed and popped one of the jalapeno chocolates in his mouth.

“You’re such a child.”

“Come on, it’s funny.” He nudged you with an elbow.

“No. It’s not.” You stood up and closed your laptop. You got two steps away from him before you turned again. “Know why I hate you? Because you do shit like this. You fuck with peoples lives, and you can’t even be fucking sorry for it.” His smile was long gone as he watched you, the frustration and annoyance written all over your face. “You don’t help. You act like a child and just expect everyone to forgive and forget. Well I won't. Grow the fuck up, Gabriel.” turning from him, you stormed off.

Sam was leaning over a sink and breathing heavy, finally off the toilet, but he could hear Dean still struggling. “She really does hate me…” Sam turned, hair covering his eyes, but he could still make out Gabriel leaning against the wall. “I don’t get it…”

Sam sighed, and looked down into the sink again. “Her father was a preacher. She grew up told that Angels protected humanity from evil.” He glanced at Gabe through the curtain of hair again. “And then her father said yes.”

“To who?” Gabe shoulders slumped.

“Dunno.” Sam shrugged. “Put the guy through hell, though, burned right through him. He wasn’t strong enough. It was right after the fall, her mother had said yes as well, they believed, Gabriel. They believed in heaven, and she watched them die. So she said no.”

“Shit…”

“I’m sorry.” You looked up, and Gabe was standing just inside your bedroom door. “I’m sorry for what heaven did to your family.” Your jaw clenched and he could see the anger building. “Don’t be mad-”

“He had no fucking right to tell you.” you glared.

“I’m glad he did.” Gabriel stepped further into your room. “Now I understand why you hate me.. After what they did, I’d hate all angels too.”

You scoffed, and stood up from where you had been laying in your bed. “I don’t hate all angels. I like Cas.” His brow furrowed. “And that’s not why I hate you.”

He was confused. “Then-”

“Cas helps. You ran.” Gabe’s mouth opened, but nothing came out and you barely gave him time to speak even if he had said something. “You ran. You could have stopped it. They fucking believed in you, and them!”

“I didn’t-”

“You didn’t want to be a part of it? Right? That’s what you’re going to say? We didn’t want to either! They thought they were saving the earth, humanity, but they were just killing other fucking angels. They weren’t saving anything and you fucking ran! So fuck you, Gabriel. You don’t get to come in here and play jokes and laugh it up and act like you’re not a part of it because like it or not, you are. And you don’t get to throw some half assed apology at me and expect everything to be okay, because it’s not. They’re still fucking dead. So why don’t you just run off.” you waved him off. “Do what you do best, and hide away somewhere, leaving humanity to pick up the fucking pieces.”

Gabe blinked, his shoulders hung down in defeat. “I’m sorry..” he mumbled softly one last time.

“Sorry isn’t cutting it this time.”

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Chapter 9: Something’s Wrong With Sam

Disclaimers: I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters, I also do not own Jenny

Time frame: Mid S6 (SPOILERS FOR S6 AND ANYTHING BEFORE), after “Live Free or Twi Hard”

SLIGHT TRIGGER WARNING: short implication of past sexual assault

Notes: If you read, please give a comment and let me know what you think! I really love writing this!

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 5.5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Elliana’s Journal, Chapter 8

A/N: So i’ve had these next couple chapters written for awhile but were put on pause while collabing with @sarimaposthumous and then i kind of dropped writing for awhile. So i’m gonna hopefully put up a chapter a day for the next couple days. Please give me feedback if you read! Much love xx

THE ROAD SO FAR… (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2X_2IdybTV0 listen while reading)

“Who are you? Are you an angel?”

“I’m more of a…guardian if you will.”

Gabriel handed Elliana a small necklace. She took it and laid it over one of her hands and examined it. It had a silver chain with a silver crescent moon, a circular pendent with a white wolf hanging in its center.

“Wolves are strong and tough and smart. Just like you. I believe in you, little wolf.”

“I know you won’t quit hunting, and that you’ve been doing it for awhile now, and you’re fully capable of taking care of yourself – but why don’t you come with us for just a few hunts? Give you the chance to get to know us and maybe come with us from now on,” Sam said hopefully.

“All right. I’ll come with you. But,” she said, catching the victorious smile on Sam’s face. “Don’t get your hopes up.”

“Look, kid – whatever else happened to you, you’re safe. And I know you’ve only known us a couple weeks but you’ve grown on us, squirt,” Dean continued, earning a quiet chuckle from Ellie. “If you decide to stay with us, we’ll always protect you.”

“We promise,” Sam came in, confirming Dean’s words.

“Nooo! Gabriel!!” Ellie shouted, jumping up from her chair, only to be pulled back by Sam. “No!” she cried, fighting against the younger Winchester, who only held her tighter. She eventually stopped fighting but stared at Gabriel’s body as tears streamed down her face.

“Sam, Dean. Good to see you again. And who’s this with you?” Lucifer asked, tilting his head in curiosity as he looked at Elliana. “New travel buddy? I’m Lucifer - though I’m assuming you already knew that.”

“After all this time, you weren’t even hard to catch. It’s a bit disappointing, really,” a voice said from beside Elliana, in an almost bored tone.

“Damon,” she said, trying her hardest to keep her voice from shaking. The demon she had been running from for a year. The demon that possessed her brother. The demon that came back years later to possess her father and kill both her parents.

“Lucifer,” Ellie said a bit distastefully. “What do you want?” she snapped.

“Now now,” Lucifer tisked. He leaned down again to grab a handful of Elliana’s hair to pick her up by. “Damon, here, wanted to just kill you. But I had him bring you here instead. So you should really be thanking me,” Lucifer said, nodding.

“You said Ohio was your ‘adoptive’ home,” he mused. “Let’s see what happened at your real home.”

Ooooh, what’s this? Lucifer’s voice practically purred in her mind - and Ellie could hear the smirk in it. Let’s play with this a little.

“You’re too weak. You’re powerless. There’s nothing you can do to stop me,” the vamp had smirked. He fed off her until she passed out. The rest of that day was filled with feelings of fear, powerlessness, and struggling. Her body being overtaken by his. Whatever innocence she had left from Ellie’s last run in with him being stolen from her.

“Ellie, what happened? Are you ok? What did he do to you?” Ellie collapsed into Jenny and squeezed her eyes shut, not even bothering to try and stay strong. Sobs shook her whole body as Jenny held her.

“Thank you guys,” she said. “I know I’m gonna be going through hell with this stuff but…thank you for giving me today. I had a great time.”

“No problem, kiddo,” Dean smiled.

“You’re family, Ellie. And we’ll be with you through this thing; every step of the way,” Sam said, placing a kiss on her temple. She smiled.

“You guys promise?”

“Hunter’s promise,” Dean said.

Chapter 9: Something’s Wrong With Sam

Elliana remembered Sam telling Bobby he came across his deceased grandfather and was going to start hunting with him; and she remembers feeling hurt he didn’t ask her to go too. Though she didn’t think she would even say yes if he had offered. She felt something was off with Sam. And she didn’t trust Samuel or the others.

Elliana remembered the long months of finding herself again; going on hunts with Bobby, visiting Jenny from time to time, Jody helping her with her panic attacks and flashbacks, and having to hide Sam’s resurrection from Dean.

Elliana remembered when Dean arrived with Sam when he came to drop Lisa and Ben off for protection. And how angry he was that they didn’t tell him Sam was alive. How she tearfully explained to Dean she had wanted so badly to tell him but Sam and Bobby made her promise not to.

Elliana remembered turning down the offer to hunt with the boys again. She didn’t tell them the main reason – that she didn’t want to be around the new Sam. Part of the reason she did tell them was because she wanted to stay away from the Campbells. She was relieved that Dean shared her suspicions.

Thinking back on all these things, Ellie missed how things were before Sam was in the cage. When they just hunted.

When they were together.

Now it was mid-October; a little over a year since “Sam” had been back. Elliana was hunting more regularly again but still wouldn’t go on her own. She either went with Bobby, occasionally Jenny or Jody, or with Garth.

Right now, Elliana was walking into Bobby’s place after taking Anaya for a walk with Jody. She heard Bobby on the phone in the kitchen and quietly crept to the doorway, staying out of sight for the moment.

“We tested him. Salt, silver – everything…Well, then he’s something we ain’t ever seen before…Did you call Cas?...Look, I get it. You’re rattled. But let’s be professional-…What you saw..are you sure that’s what you saw?...Well, “you know” ain’t the same as proof. ‘Cause we’re talking about-… …Alright. I’m with you…Yeah. I’ll hit the books. Hard. Just don’t shoot him yet, all right? Watch him. We need facts. ‘Cause if it ain’t Sam…we don’t know what it is. And if we’re gonna put him down, we need to know how… Get in the car. He’s your case.”

Bobby sighed as he put his phone down. He wiped a hand down his face and looked over to see Ellie standing in the doorway, holding her crossed arms.

“That Dean?” she asked absently before Bobby could get a word in.

“Yeah. We were-“

“Talking about Sam?” she interrupted. Bobby nodded. “I told you something was wrong, Bobby. I could tell practically the second he got here. So could Anaya. I tried telling you, Bobby! But none of you believed me! And then it goes and puts Dean in danger and lets him get turned into a freaking vampire!”

“Alright, alright, calm down, girl,” Bobby said. He gently placed his hands on her shoulders, only for her to shrug them away.

“This is getting so messed up,” Ellie said, voice cracking. “Jenny, Garth, and I went through so much to get Sam back and it’s not even him…I just want my brothers back.”

With this, Elliana turned and ran up the stairs to her room, shutting the door and plopping on the bed with Anaya and letting tears slowly spill from her eyes.

A couple hours later, Bobby lightly knocked on Ellie’s door. “Ellie, I know you’re upset, alright?” No answer. Bobby sighed. “Garth is comin’ around soon. Said he wanted to see you.”

Ellie couldn’t stop the smile that crossed her face. Her heart felt a little lighter as she thought back to first meeting Garth and how she quickly became close with him.

“Elliana, this is Garth. It’s ok, you can trust him. Wouldn’t hurt a fly,” Bobby said soothingly as Ellie somewhat hid around the corner of the wall.

“Well, not unless it has fangs,” the younger man joked with a wide smile on his face.

Ellie let out an airy laugh and a small smile crept onto her face; she moved into the living room, feeling comfortable enough to leave the wall.

“Wow – you already got a smile,” Bobby said, impressed. “Takes a lot to get one from her these days.” Elliana threw Bobby a Winchester bitch face. He knew the reason she didn’t. But Ellie knew he was only teasing her.

Garth simply shrugged, smile never leaving his face. He then turned to Ellie. “Elliana is a beautiful name,” he said kindly.

“Thanks,” the girl said, blushing a bit. Elliana quickly grew comfortable around Garth, his demeanor friendly and lighthearted. How was this guy a hunter? she thought.

“Noooo!” Elliana’s scream pierced the night air, echoing through the trees. Garth turned from the vampire he just beheaded and ran in the girl’s direction.

This wasn’t supposed to be a vamp case; so when the two arrived, nothing went as planned.

Garth finally got to Ellie to see her pinned to a tree by the vamp nest’s leader. He quickly ran over and swung his machete. The vamp’s head rolled off and Ellie fell to the ground, hyperventilating. Garth’s eyes widened a bit when he remembered Bobby mentioning she had past trauma with vamps (though he left out any other details).

Garth wasted no time in crouching down and helping Elliana through her panic attack. After she had calmed down enough, she lightly pulled away from the older hunter.

“I’m sorry,” she said, wiping her nose on her sleeve. “I must look so weak.”

“You don’t look weak,” Garth replied, confusion written on his face as he didn’t know how Ellie could think that. “You look like a girl who’s been through more than anyone should have. And who needs love and compassion. For people to be there for her and remind her how strong she really is.”

Elliana’s tears ran again as she collapsed back into Garth, hugging him tight. She had only known him for a few weeks now and he was so caring with her.

Garth rested his chin on top of her head and wrapped his arms around her protectively. Ellie had grown on him quickly as well.

Ellie and Garth just finished a hunt in South Dakota and Garth pulled his car over to a grass field so they could eat before going back to Bobby’s.

Ellie sat on the hood with him, just staring at her plate, pushing the food around absently. Garth noticed and gently nudged her with his elbow.

“What’s up?” he asked caringly. When she didn’t say anything, he spoke again. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. But it’ll feel better if you let it out.”

The girl sighed and looked out at the long grass, which swayed lightly in the wind. “Sam and Dean took me here once,” she said quietly. “This exact field.” Ellie looked back down at her plate, though not at all interested in her food. “They took me out for a fun day since I was still really off after…Lucifer got me…”

Elliana looked up to meet Garth’s eyes now. He stared intently at her, taking in every word. “They promised me they’d be with me through everything. That they’d help me every step of the way.” Ellie’s voice started quivering now. “They promised me,” her voice cracked. Tears quickly filled her eyes and she couldn’t stop them from spilling over. “Why did they have to leave, Garth? They promised me. They promised.”

Garth placed a caring hand on Ellie’s arm and pursed his lips. “Ells, I know it sucks not having them here. But they didn’t leave things like this on purpose. Did Sam go to the cage to hurt you?”

Ellie’s brow furrowed in confusion. “No,” she said. She knew he wouldn’t.

“He did it to defeat Lucifer, right?”

Ellie nodded.

“Did Dean leave to hurt you?”

Ellie shook her head, starting to see where Garth was headed. “He went to keep his promise to Sam. He offered for me to come but I said no.”

“See? They’re not trying to make things bad. But sometimes, the ones we love and who love us the most, can hurt us the most. Even if they don’t mean to. But you have others around who care about you, too. Including me.” Garth finished with a kind smile that Ellie returned to the best of her ability. They had known each other for a couple months now and to Garth, she was already starting to feel like his little sister. And Ellie was beginning to see him as a brother, too.

Another soft knock brought Elliana out of her thoughts. She wiped her tears away and sat up. “Yeah?”

“You don’t sound too happy to see me,” Garth said jokingly as he opened the door, letting a goofy grin spread on his lips.

“Garth!” Ellie exclaimed, jumping off her bed to run into the hunter’s open arms. Garth’s goofy smile turned into a warm, happy one as he hugged her back. As soon as Bobby told him Ellie was feeling down again, he hurried over to try and help her in any way he could.

“So what’s on your mind?”

“I mean, Jenny and you and I almost died to get Sam back, ya know? We spent so much time, did so much research.”

Garth, as always, kept his eyes on Elliana while she vented to him. He wanted her to feel and know that he was listening. That he truly cared about her and what was troubling her.

“And I was still afraid of going out with everything that happened only a month before…but when we finished the job, I was so excited to see Sam again…and when I did…it wasn’t him. Not really. He didn’t smile. Didn’t really hug me back. Nothing…

“And I tried to tell Bobby. Then Dean when he found out Sam was alive. But they brushed me off. Said ‘he’s just in shock’. They let it go and Sam let. Dean. Turn into a vampire! Only now do they realize there’s something wrong with him!” Ellie let out a big sigh, her feelings exiting with it. “I just don’t know what to do now,” she said, meeting Garth’s eyes in a softer way.

“Well, what do you want? If you don’t know what to do, start by figuring out what you want,” he said simply, giving a small shrug.

Elliana looked at the ground, thinking for a moment.

“I want Sam back,” she whispered. “I want my brothers.”

“Ok. So what has to be done to get him back?”

Ellie sighed. “Research. Lore. Try to figure out what might be wrong.”

“Well, there you go,” Garth said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Another sigh.

“But what if…what if it doesn’t work?” the girl asked meekly, looking back up at Garth.

“What if it does?”

Silence.

“Ells,” Garth placed a brotherly hand on hers. “It’s one thing to look back and say ‘I wish I could’ve found a solution.’ But you don’t want to look back and say ‘I wish I would’ve tried.’* Look, I know you love those guys. I know you love Sam. I also know you’re really hard headed.” Garth smiled when he earned a small chuckle from Ellie. “And you won’t let yourself off easy if you don’t try to get Sam back.

“Either way, you know I’m with you,” Garth finished with a reassuring squeeze of her hand.

A few days later, Ellie was in the library with Bobby and Garth, reading through lore to see if they could find out what was wrong with Sam – if it was Sam. Ellie just picked up a new book when the sound of fluttering wings came behind her. She turned around to come face to face with Castiel.

“Elliana, come with me,” he said, reaching a hand out, which she promptly shoved away.

“What the hell, Cas?! I’ve been praying to you for a year, trying to get you here, and after all the dead silence, you just appear out of nowhere and expect me to go with you when you don’t even greet me or give an explanation or an apology for ignoring me during the worst year of my life?!” Ellie shouted angrily at the angel.

Cas looked to Bobby and Garth, who held their hands up, not wanting to join the argument. Though they were siding with Elliana anyway.

Cas let out a partially impatient sigh as he looked towards the windows then back at Ellie. “I am sorry for not responding to you. I can explain later but time is of the essence,” he said, holding out his hand again. When Ellie still made no move towards him he spoke again. “We’re going to find out what’s wrong with Sam.”

Ellie’s eyes finally shot up to meet Cas’. She looked over to Bobby, who looked equally as shocked, then to Garth. She wanted to find an answer, but Garth had come all the way to be with her and help her with this.

As if reading her thoughts, Garth smiled reassuringly. “You need to be with him,” he said. He didn’t mind if Ellie left; he just wanted whatever would help her. He was glad Cas came, though he had no idea who he was. Elliana needed to be there when they found out what was wrong so she could get her brother back.

Elliana ran to grab her bag and whistled twice to signal for Anaya to follow her. She gave Bobby a hug, then Garth, whispering a ‘thank you’ to him as she squeezed him a little tighter.

Then Cas transported himself, Elliana, and Anaya from Bobby’s house.

“Hey, kid,” Dean’s voice said. Ellie quickly turned around to see Dean and ran into his arms, hugging him tightly.

“I’m sorry about Lisa,” she whispered, truly feeling bad that Dean had lost her and Ben (metaphorically). “I’m so sorry.”

When Dean stiffened a bit, she hugged him tighter before leaning up to place a kiss on his cheek. Anaya came over and pressed herself against Dean, wagging her tail happily, making the older Winchester smile.

“You’re right, he looks terrible,” Cas said. Ellie and Dean turned to him and Ellie’s face dropped. “You did this?” Cas asked.

“Jeez, Dean, what’d you do to him?” Ellie said, looking at a very beaten and bloody Sam.

He began to grunt and move his head, regaining consciousness. “Cas?” he said, confusion written on his face; even more so when he realized he was tied up. Cas began inspecting him, asking questions about how he’s been feeling to try and determine what was different. Anaya stood stiffly by Ellie since Sam came to, not taking her eyes off him. And Ellie couldn’t help but jump a little when Dean snapped at his brother, sick of him beating around the bush.

“How much do you sleep?” Cas asked Sam.

There was a pause before he answered. “I don’t.”

“At all?” Dean asked, eyebrows raised.

“Not since I got back.”

Now it was Ellie’s turn to jump in. “And you didn’t think there was anything off about that? You just keep going like everything is normal?!”

“Of course I did, Elliana. I-I just never told you guys.”

“Sam… What are you feeling now?” Cas came in again, narrowing his eyes a bit at him.

Sam huffed a bit. “I feel like my nose is broken.”

“No, that’s a physical sensation. How do you feel?”

“I think-“

“Feel.”

“I don’t…I don’t know.”

The other three in the room looked at each other. Cas removed his belt, confusing everyone at first.

“This will be unpleasant,” he said, then placed the belt in Sam’s mouth. “Bite down on this. If there’s someplace you find soothing, you should go there…in your mind.”

Sam looked at Dean for help, but Dean stared straight at him (though Cas’ actions confused him as well).

Cas reached down and put his hand inside Sam, making him shout in pain. Ellie looked away and Dean pulled her into his side, running a comforting hand down her arm. After a few moments, Cas pulled away and looked around a bit contemplatively, putting his belt back on.

“Did you find anything?” Dean asked. His brother’s pained gasps not going unnoticed.

“No,” the angel replied, eyes downcast as he rolled his sleeves back down.

Dean raised his brow, turning his head to look at Cas. “So that’s good news?”

“I’m afraid not.”

He paused again.

“Cas, please,” Elliana said exasperatedly. She was sick of everyone avoiding giving answers today.

“Physically, he’s perfectly healthy.”

“Then what?” Dean asked.

“It’s his soul,” Cas finally met his gaze. “It’s gone.”

“What?!” Ellie snapped her eyes to him.

Dean cleared his throat, taking a few steps away. “I’m sorry. One more time – like I’m 5. What do you mean he’s got no-“

“When Sam was resurrected, it was without his soul.”

Everyone looked at said man, and Sam looked almost lost.

“So where is it?”

“My guess is it’s…still in the cage with Michael…and Lucifer.”

The mention of Lucifer sent an involuntary shiver down Elliana’s spine. And this whole thing was already making her very on edge. How could Sam be taken back, but his soul wasn’t?

“So, is he even still Sam?”

Cas looks over his shoulder to Sam, still addressing Dean. “Well, you pose an interesting philosophical question.”

As he, Sam, and Dean get into a conversation about getting his soul back, keeping him tied up, and Elliana didn’t even pay attention to the rest; she just began pacing the room as she ran her hands through her hair. Things just seemed to be getting more and more complicated.

“Samuel.”

Ellie’s interest was torn back to the boys’ conversation.

“Alright, let’s go then,” Dean said, grabbing his things together.

“Wait, what?” Ellie said, crossing her arms as she went to stand in front of him.

“If Samuel was brought back too, then he might know what’s going on. It’s the only lead we have right now.” Dean paused from his bag and looked at Ellie. “I know you don’t trust him, kid. But I know you want Sam back as much as I do,” he continued in a hushed tone. “Now, you don’t have to come with us if you don’t want, but something tells me you do.”

His eyes searched hers and she sighed reluctantly, looking down at the ground. Dean patted her arm and gave her a quick kiss to her head.

“It’ll be alright. We’re gonna go in, get what we need to know, then we’ll be gone. Ok?”

Ellie looked to Dean’s eyes again and, seeing his reassuring smile, nodded and grabbed her things as well. She still didn’t like it. But after all that’s been done to get Sam back, and being this close, she guessed now wouldn’t be the time to throw in the towel.

Chapter 10 ->

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A/N: *This is a quote I used and modified a bit from Fuller House (spoken by Aunt Becky). Credit goes to the Fuller House people.

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Fallin all in you

How any guest at a wedding could actually enjoy themselves would always be unexplainable to Castiel. He sighed deeply and looked over to his left where his son Jack was happily eating a pice of cake, entertaining half of their table by how adorable he looked by doing so. He smiled at his son and removed a few crumbles from his sons dress shirt.

It was the day of his favorite brothers wedding; he really should be happier... It wasn’t that he didn’t feel thrilled about the fact that his brother was finally settling down with the love of his life, it was just that it reminded him way to much of his own wedding six years ago. He had adored his wife Amelia and had been over the moon with the news of her pregnancy shortly after their wedding. It had been just like he had imagined how his life would go, until his beloved wife died two days after having their son. When he was honest with himself, he had been hiding himself with Jack and his work in his own little bubble, working at home and avoiding all kinds of human interactions besides walks to the playground and shoppingtrips. His brother Gabriel had always been by his side, especially while the first horrible year after Amelias death lasted and Castiel had been overwhelmed with grief and the novelty to care for an infant. But as a team, it had worked out. Then four years ago, Gabriel had found his groom. Of course Castiel had met the man that had stopped Gabriels endless affaires and had been pleasantly surprised by him. His brothers usual preferences were tall and gorgeous blonde women with great curves, Sam Winchester was the complete opposite. Well, he was tall and very handsome; but also very much a man. He was a lawyer from Lawrence that had opened his own law firm with his brother and their uncle shortly after graduating Stanford and they seemed to be pretty successful doing so. Gabriel had often tried to tempt Castiel to meet Sams family but Castiel had always declined. Meeting new people if he didn’t absolutely had to wasn’t exactly his favorite thing.. He tried to work on himself to get outside more, mostly for Jack because his son loved humanity, but still he avoided groups of people. But obviously there was no way of getting around his brothers wedding. It was a nice and rather intimate party of around fifty people, but it still felt overwhelming. Also it hadn’t really helped that Sam’s elder brother Dean was the most handsome man Castiel had ever laid eyes on. He tried not to stare at the gorgeous figure next to Sam who appeared to be very outspoken and open. As soon as Castiel had seen him for the first time this very morning, he had stopped wondering why Gabriel wouldn’t shut up about the Winchester’s. Obviously he loved Sam, but he also genuinely liked Dean, which seemed to be very fun to talk to and a true friend. Also he had played with Jack for a while and Castiels heart had melted faster than he would ever admit. But even though everyone seemed to love Dean, Castiel had felt absolutely intimidated by his beauty and had merely managed to say hello to him. He hated himself sometimes for being this bad around people, but he couldn’t help himself. When Amelia had been by his side, he had felt safer and his social anxiety had been quieter. But now that he was alone there was no getting around it anymore. He sighed again and watched how his brother listened in awe to a story Sam was telling the group. Gabriel deserved to be this happy. Being lost in his thoughts, Castiel hadn’t noticed that Jack had finished his cake and jumped happily to his feet. „Daddy, can I go over and play with Boomer, please?“ Castiel nodded at his son and smiled as the boy ran after Sams huge golden retriever. A hand appeared on his shoulder and he looked up to see Gabriel taking Jacks seat. „How are you doing, little bro? You seem lonely, buddy.“ Gabriel looked at him with his usual worried expression. Castiel really didn’t wanted him to be worried at his own wedding so he plastered a smile to his face. „It’s fine. I’m just not used to be surrounded by so many people. But it really is a nice Party, Gabe. I’m so happy for you guys.“

„I know you are. Just want you to have fun, too. But we’re gonna dance in a few, thought I’d give you a warning. I bribed Dean to sing for our wedding dance, try not to drool on the tablecloth.“ He winked at him and walked over to Sam who held out a bottle of whiskey to Dean, who seemed a little less self secure while he nervously fumbled a guitar out of it’s case.

Sing? That intelligent, gorgeous, kind and funny man could also sing? Did that man had no flaws at all..? Castiel nipped at his champagne as he watched him take a big gulp out of the bottle his brother offered him. „You really sure you want that stupid song?“ He heard Dean ask Sam while he flushed and covered his eyes with the bottle for a moment. „Yes that one. Please Dean.“ Yeah, yeah. No need for puppy eyes.“ Dean took another big gulp and started to tune the guitar as Gabriel proudly announced their first dance as a couple. The other guests stopped their conversations and gathered around the couple and Dean. Jack and Boomer came running to Castiel, the dog sat down next to him and his son climbed on his lap and snuggled into his arms. He pressed a kiss to his head and looked up again, only to see the eyes of a smiling Dean on him.

And wow, that smile could end wars. He flushed and managed to smile back, hating himself for being shy as a teenager. Sam kissed Gabriels hand and got the smaller quirky man into a dancing position as Dean played a soft melody. They moved slowly as Dean started to sing, but Castiel was too mesmerized by his voice to really watch the dance. It was just a stupid romantic Popsong, but Deans voice was deep, and just as beautiful as the man himself.

„Be my summer in a winter day love

I can't see one thing wrong

Between the both of us

Be mine, be mine, yeah

Anytime, anytime

Ooh, you know I've been alone for quite a while

haven't I? I thought I knew it all

Found love but I was wrong

More times than enough

But since you came along“

Castiel felt like crying. He had goosebumps all over his body and couldn’t tear his eyes away from Dean who stared at his guitar with the most beautiful blush on his cheeks.

„I'm thinking baby

You are bringing out a different kind of me

There's no safety net that's underneath, I'm free

Falling all in

You fell for men who weren't how they appeared, yeah

Trapped up on a tightrope now we're here, we're free

Falling all in you“

He hugged his son closer to his chest and tried to look normal. With every second he felt how he lost more and more of his heart to this man that he hadn’t even really ever talked to.

„Every time I see you baby I get lost

If I'm dreaming, baby, please don't wake me up

Every night I'm with you I fall more in love

Now I'm laying by your side

Everything feels right since you came along“

How could one man be this perfect? Castiel felt like he could see the depth of his glowingly beautiful soul while he sang and gave up looking normal. He thanked heaven for creating this song, the perfect moment and Dean himself.

Dean ended the song by playing the soft melody for a moment longer before everyone started clapping. Castiel was still overwhelmed by his feelings and felt frozen. As usual, Jack brought him back to reality by asking very loudly; „Daddy, why are you crying?“ He looked at his son whose tiny hands started to wipe tears from his cheeks. „Sorry darling, I didn’t notice. I really liked the song.“ Jack beamed at him. „Me too! Dean is awesome, right dad?“ Castiel nodded fiercely and prayed that no one else had noticed just how much he had liked it. Jack laughed happily and jumped back to his feet to try to get Boomer to do a wedding dance with him as well.

„So, I’m awesome, huh?“ Castiel almost dropped his glass when Dean appeared right in front of him and nervously scratched his neck. „Stupid song, but Sammy really likes it. This seat taken?“ He pointed at the empty seat next to Castiel who stared at Dean dumbfounded and managed to make an inviting gesture to the chair. „Cool. So, how come a gorgeous man like you is hiding all alone over here? You are Castiel, Gabs little brother, right? Shame we haven’t really met before.“ Castiel blushed even more and nodded lightly, unable to stop staring into Deans eyes. „He mentioned you’d be hot so I had to check you out...“ He grinned sheepishly. „Any chance a guy could hope to dance with you later?“ Castiels mouth dropped open. „You? With.. me?“ „Yeah, you down? I didn’t manage to find a date for the wedding, well thank god for that! Would have been awkward to dump a stranger at my brothers wedding to hit on the best man.“ He laughed nervously. „Err.. Yes. Yes I would like that.“ „Great! So you having a good time here? I heard you are a...“ Castiel accidentally interrupted him midsentence. „Do you know how breathtakingly gorgeous you are?“ He tilted his head and stared into Deans eyes. „There’s just no way you are also a nice person. You are a lawyer, so I guess you have to be pretty smart, your voice makes me cry, your face and your body are worth being sculpted into marble and you seem great with people. There can’t be a perfect human being. You have to have flaws.“ Dean looked shocked at Castiels speech, but laughed then. „No one ever described me as perfect.“ He smiled and put his hand to Castiels cheek. „But if you have to know, I’m pretty impulsive sometimes.“ Cas smiled at Dean as he moved closer, waited for a moment as they were only an inch apart and kissed him.

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themadamelibrarian · 5 years

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Chapters: 8/8 Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Gabriel/Lucifer/Sam Winchester (Implied) Characters: Castiel, Dean Winchester, Gabriel, Lucifer, Sam Winchester Additional Tags: trigger warning: self-harm, Nesting, Angels Nesting, mentions of torture, Traumatized!Lucifer, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Season 11 Divergence, John Winchester's A+ Parenting, Fluff, First Kiss, Bunker Life Series: Part 1 of Loving Heart Summary: Lucifer wakes up after being ejected from Castiel's vessel and back into his temporary one, now made for him. Realizing that the Winchesters, Castiel, and Gabriel aren't going to hurt him or kill him for the things he's done to them is a long arduous path that leads him on the road to redemption.

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Chapter 1

When God gave Lucifer a second chance, Lucifer woke up in Nick’s vessel, with Gabriel and Castiel peering at him.

“He’s awake,” Castiel reported clinically.

“Good observation, Cassie, tell me something I don’t already know,” Gabriel said dryly before reaching out to stroke Lucifer’s hair. The elder archangel recoiled from the touch, causing his brother to frown.

“Luci? Luci, it’s okay,” Gabriel tried to soothe the skittish archangel, but the Devil wasn’t having any of it. He got out of the bed and began backing away from the two angels. He felt weaker, slightly more human in this vessel. He didn’t see the confusion in the baby blue eyes of Castiel, nor the worry in the amber eyes of Gabriel- all he saw was anger and hurt, and he was sure that they were going to hurt him.

Gabriel cautiously advanced and Lucifer turned to run, and run he did until he smacked straight into Sam Winchester.

Oh no. He’s going to hurt me. He struggled in the now stronger man’s grip, whimpering.

“Gabe?” Sam called, gently rubbing Lucifer’s back to try to calm him down, but Lucifer knew better. This was a torture method. Get him all nice and relaxed and trusting before unleashing unspeakable pain.

“Oh, good, you have him.”

Lucifer flinched and tried to get out of Sam’s grip.

“Hey, hey, relax, shh, it’s okay,” Sam tried to soothe.

Giant gold wings came into Lucifer’s line of vision and he screamed at the sight, whining.

“Hey, hey, hey, what’s going on here?”

Oh fuck, Dean Winchester’s here, he was going to wish he was dead, he was one of Alastair’s best pupils.

“Lucifer. Look at me,” Dean said calmly

Lucifer hiccuped and turned to look at the elder Winchester and gave a whimper of fear.

“Hey, what’s the matter?” he asked, reaching out to stroke Lucifer’s cheek. The Devil shrank back from the Righteous Man and his touch.

“What? You don’t wanna be touched?”

“Please don’t hurt me,” Lucifer whispered.

Dean gave a kind smile. “Oh, Lucifer, we’re not going to hurt you,” he said gently.

Lucifer’s lower lip wobbled, unable to be certain of Dean’s intentions, shaking in Sam’s arms. He was cold, very cold.

“Cas, go grab a blanket,” Dean said. “We got you, Lucifer, okay? Nothing bad is going to happen to you, alright?”

Lucifer shook his head, not understanding. He was in a room with people who he had hurt or killed or tortured to insanity or any combination thereof, and they weren’t going to hurt him? That made no sense!

A thick, warm blanket was draped around his shoulders and Gabriel tucked him in close, trying to calm down the squirming Lucifer. “Hey, hey, Luci, it’s okay, we’re not going to hurt you, I promise,” he whispered.

Tears rolled down Lucifer’s cheeks and Castiel gently wiped them away. “What did Father do?” he whispered.

“I think God made him more human and less angel, so he’s feeling human emotions,” Sam whispered. “And he’s feeling like, since he hurt us, we’re going to hurt him.”

Dean nodded. “Well, we’re just gonna have to show him that we’re not. God gave us a direct order.”

Lucifer wasn’t hearing any of this, he was planning his escape.

The excitement from everything caused him to faint.

He woke up several hours later to a pitch black room, night having fallen while he was asleep. He let out a blood-curdling scream.

Gabriel flew in, his golden wings blazing with light. “What’s the matter, Luci?” he asked in concern.

Lucifer backed away, moving as far from Gabriel as possible, scared of the light and the shadows and his brother.

Gabriel sat down on the opposite end of the bed. “Come here, Luci,” he coaxed. “I won’t harm you, I promise.”

Lucifer shook his head stubbornly.

“Come on,” Gabriel coaxed. “Come cuddle with me.”

It took several minutes and Gabriel hiding his wings (after turning on a light) and lots of gentle coaxing before Lucifer finally made his hesitant journey to Gabriel, who hauled him into his lap. After some prompting, Lucifer buried his face into Gabriel’s shoulder, crying softly.

“What’s the matter, Luci?” the golden angel asked.

The fallen angel sniffled and shook his head, not saying. He didn’t want to say that he was afraid of the dark, afraid that he’d open his eyes again and be back in the Cage, being tortured again or that there was going to be demons there who hated him and were out for his blood. He didn’t want to admit that he expected Dean there with an archangel's blade, or Sam hyped up on demon blood to destroy him forever, waiting in the shadows for their revenge.

He didn’t want to admit that he felt human.

“Okay, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” Gabriel hummed. “Just stay right here, okay?”

Lucifer hesitated, then nodded.

Gabriel hummed a familiar tune as Lucifer clung to him and cried quietly. Never once did his younger brother mention that he was crying or anything. Just sat there, holding Lucifer, humming.

Lucifer fell asleep clutching his brother tight.

The next few days were hard on everyone. Lucifer wasn’t responding to anyone really. It took a lot of coaxing and a lot of gentle, soothing words that nothing bad was going to happen to him to even get him to allow soft, gentle touches. He woke up every night and screamed, but refused to tell whoever came to comfort him why he did so, or why he shook and tried to move as far away from the comforter as possible when they came in.

It was Sam, surprisingly, who was able to pry the reason out of the skittish Devil one day, about a week after Lucifer opened his eyes.

“Lucifer. What’s wrong?” he asked, straight up and simple, his eyes going into the mournful puppy look.

Lucifer burst into tears. “Why aren’t you guys hurting me? Why are you taking care of me? What did I do to deserve this?? I don’t deserve this!”

Sam came over and wrapped his arms around Lucifer. The archangel struggled slightly, not sure what he did to warrant hugging and essentially snuggling, but he went with it, and he sobbed into Sam’s shirt.

“You deserve it because you don’t believe that we do care for you,” Sam said after a while, once Lucifer’s sobs died into sniffles and chokes of air. “You deserve it because you have thought, all this time, that the world was against you, that your family was against you. Because you went through eons of torture. Because, Lucifer, your family loves you.”

“Then. . . then why? Why did they cast me out? Why did they betray me?”

“Do you think they wanted to?” Sam asked gently.

Lucifer thought about it and shrugged. “I dunno.”

“I bet,” Sam hummed, shifting so Lucifer was situated on his lap more, “that when God made you Fall, He cried. That when Michael threw you into the Cage, he wanted to kill himself. That when Gabriel ran, it was because he couldn’t stand to see the two people he looked up to try to tear each other to shreds.” He held Lucifer close. “They felt like they had no choice, just like you felt like you had no choice.”

Lucifer sniffled and nodded. “Gabs,” he murmured, using the nickname he used for his brother when he was a fledgling.

“You want Gabriel?” Sam clarified.

“Gabs,” he nodded.

Gabriel appeared and he made grabby hands for his brother. Sam and Gabriel shared indulgent, understanding smiles as Sam transferred the needy angel to the not so needy (at this moment) angel.

“Hey there, Luci,” Gabriel said, chuckling as Lucifer buried his nose into his neck. “You doing okay?”

Lucifer shrugged and held onto his brother. Gabriel chuckled and kissed his temple. “You do you, okay?”

Lucifer nodded and relaxed for the first time in his brother’s arms. Gabriel won’t hurt me. Gabriel cares about me. He didn’t dare to use the word “love” because he was pretty sure that the archangel holding him did not love him. He stabbed him and tried to kill him, for Father’s sake. No one would love him after that.

Gabriel heard his brother’s thoughts and sighed quietly, giving a small shrug to Sam. He didn’t know how to tell or show his older brother that despite the attempted murder, he did love his brother. He really didn’t.

Sam had no clue either, but he deemed that Gabriel had the situation under control and left.

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Surprise, Mother Fucker pt. 4

Oh, y'all are going to kill me. This is the longest one yet. I thought that this would be just two parts, but I was asked to do a part 3. I did, but now it has gotten out of hand... I appreciate all of you who read my stuff and those of you who reblog and like my posts. I definitely feel the love. Without further a due here is part 4. Oh, I ended up putting pictures in this one so y'all could get a feel of what everything looked like.

Pairings: Lucifer x reader, ft. Sam, Dean, Castiel, and pretty much the rest of the family

Warnings: a lot of fluff and when I say a lot, I mean the whole thing, and a few curse words

Word Count: 3,599 (please don't hate me)

Today was the big day. I had been waiting for this day ever since I was a little girl. It was my wedding day. I just never thought I would be spending the rest of my life with Lucifer himself. I couldn’t imagine spending my life with anyone else, though. Luci and I had come a long way from the first time I revealed myself as his soulmate. Our bond grew stronger with each passing day and I couldn’t be happier.

I was starting to get nervous and I could feel my hands beginning to shake. It was almost time for me to walk down the aisle to my future husband. The thought of Lucifer being my husband made me smile. I was standing alone in a room looking into a mirror. I stared at my dress and I admired how different it was from the normal white dress people wear on their wedding days. My situation was much different than most and so my wedding was going to be that way, too. My dress was a black ball gown with a full skirt and the bodice was covered in diamonds. Lucifer spared no expense when it came to my wedding dress. I told him that I didn’t need actual diamonds, but he insisted. The skirt glided across the floor as I walked. I felt like Cinderella, but with a few differences. I looked over at the table beside the mirror and picked up the tiara I was going to wear. It was covered in jewels with a rose gold accent. I placed it on the top of my head and then pinned my veil to my hair. It was made of a shear material with lace embordering around the edges. It was long, it cascaded down past the bottom of my dress. I glanced at myself in the mirror and imagined what the rest of the night would hold. I bent down to put my black, sparkly high heels on when I heard the door open.

Sam and Dean walked through the door and they looked at me with the biggest smiles.

“(Y/N), you are so beautiful. We are both so happy for you.” I could feel the tears forming in my eyes as Sam was talking. I was happy my boys, my family were able to be here for my wedding.

“Yeah, even if you are marrying the Devil.” Sam punched Dean in the arm, and I giggled. I knew he was picking, because he gave me that famous Dean Winchester smile.

“In all seriousness, we love you (Y/N). You will always be a Winchester. We wouldn’t miss this day for anything.”

“I love you two so much, more than you both will ever know, and I couldn’t imagine my life without you both. I’m so happy you guys are here for this and I’m happy that Cas came, too. Thank you for getting him here. Thank you both so much for everything.” A tear fell down my cheek and Dean reached up and wiped it away.

“Don’t cry, kiddo. We have some surprises for you. Oh, what is that saying? Something old, something borrowed, something new, and something blue?” Sam looked at Dean with an annoyed look.

“Anyways, we got you a few things for your special day.” Sam handed me my first gift. It was one of Sam’s old flannel shirts I always wore. It was practically mine.

“Aw, Sam thank you. I always loved wearing this and I missed it a lot.” I hugged it and then laid the shirt down on the table near the mirror. Dean handed me my next gift. It was a red jewelry box. I opened it up and saw the most beautiful pair of earrings. They were shaped like tear drops with diamonds and the accent was rose gold. Rose gold was my favorite.

“Those are real diamonds. I picked them out myself.” Dean was so proud of himself and he had a right to be. They were absolutely stunning.

“Dean, thank you. They are beautiful. They’re so shiny. You know how I love shiny things.”

“Anything for my girl.” I took the earrings into my hands and placed them in the pierced places of my ears. After I got them in my ears, Sam handed me a little wooden box with the Men of Letters symbol on it. I opened it and there was a key. It was the key to the bunker. I looked up at them both, surprised by this present.

“So, we worked our special Winchester magic and had a key to the bunker made for you. That way you can always come home. I know it’s supposed to be something borrowed, but we kind of need a key, too.”

“It’s perfect! This means so much to me. Thank you for giving me a key to home.” I held back my tears, so I didn’t ruin my makeup.

“And your next gift is something blue.” Dean pulled out a box with three garters. Two of them were a light blue and the other was white. They were covered with jewels and pearls.

“I hope this gift isn’t awkward, but Charlie told us that you didn’t have a garter yet so we figured we would take care of it.” I looked up at Dean and then Sam and I wrapped my arms around both of them. They held me in their arms and squeezed me tight.

“They are perfect. Now turn around so I can put them on.” I slid them up my leg where they wrapped around the middle of my thigh.

“You can turn back around now. Thank you. I couldn’t have asked for a better family.” I heard someone open the door, it was Cas.

“It’s time to start, are you all rea-…” Castiel looked me up and down and softly smiled at me. “You look amazing, (Y/N). Absolutely lovely. It is time to go.” Castiel ran out of the room, back to the alter. Cas was marrying me and Lucifer, which was Luci’s idea if I may add.

“I guess it’s time to go. You ready?” Sam looked down at me and I shook my head yes. Dean and Sam offered me their arms and I placed my hands on each of them. Sam and Dean were escorting me down the aisle to my future husband.

We stood behind the doors leading to the alter. The music started to play, and the doors opened. There he was standing at the alter waiting on me. Luci looked so handsome in his tuxedo. He wore a black jacket with a white button shirt. His tie was my favorite thing about his tux. It was a dark burgundy color and it matched the flowers in my bouquet. I started to feel butterflies in my stomach and my lips curled up into a smile. That smile never left my face. His smile grew bigger with each step I took. I saw a few tears run down his cheeks and I couldn’t hold mine back anymore. I finally reached the alter. I turned around to kiss Sam and Dean on their cheeks and gave them hugs. Lucifer stood there with his hand reached out toward me and I placed my hand in his.

Lucifer and I were getting married in the garden he created for me. There were huge stone structures all over the garden. There was always one that I went to, to relax and clear my head. The stone was old and so beautiful. It looked like a ball room from a castle that had aged rather well. The place was beautiful. There were lit candles everywhere. They were placed behind the alter and up and down the aisle. There was greenery placed beside the chairs leading to the alter. It was stunning, all the hard work really paid off. I was extremely lucky to be here. It felt like a dream. I was living in my own personal fairytale.

I lifted my hand to his cheek and wiped his tears away. I couldn’t believe this was really happening.

“(Y/N), there are no words to describe how amazingly beautiful you are. I have waited for this day my entire existence.” Lucifer was whispering in my ear. I placed my hand in his and he lifted it to his lips and kissed it.

“We are gathered here today to witness the marriage of Lucifer and (Y/N). Now if we could have the rings.” I was happy Castiel agreed to marry us and it meant so much to me. I heard Belle, my favorite hellhound, make her way down the aisle. I giggled when I saw Dean flinch a little bit when Belle walked past him. I bent down and took the rings from her. I gave her a kiss on the head and motioned for her to come sit beside me. I gave him my ring and I took his.

“Do you (Y/N), promise to love and cherish Lucifer in sickness and in health for as long as you both shall live?”

“I do.” I looked into Luci’s eyes and all I could see was love. I took his left hand and placed the ring on his finger.

“Do you Lucifer, promise to love and cherish (Y/N) in sickness and in health for as long as you both shall live?”

“I do. Always.” He placed the ring on my finger and gave me a soft smile.

“If anyone here believes that these two should not wed, speak now or forever hold your peace.” Lucifer turned his head and looked at Sam and Dean. He glared at them with his red glowing eyes. Both of them looked offended. I chuckled under my breath.

“Without further a due, I pronounce you both husband and wife. Lucifer, you may kiss your bride.” Lucifer took my face in his hands and kissed my lips softly. I placed my hands on his sides and gripped the jacket of his tuxedo. I didn’t want that kiss to end, but it had too. There would be plenty of opportunities to steal kisses from my husband later. Everyone was clapping and cheering as we walked out and headed to a hidden room as we waited for the guests to head to the reception. We were both finally able to be alone with each other.

“Are you happy, baby?” Lucifer had his arms wrapped around my waist.

“I’m more than happy, Luc. This is all I’ve ever wanted and more. You are everything I have ever wanted.” I stole a kiss from him. He pulled me closer and I sank into his chest. Our kiss was broken up by a knock on the door, it was Gabriel.

“Oh, nice already getting busy I see.” Lucifer rolled his eyes at his brother. “Everyone is at the reception and we’re waiting on you two love birds.” Gabe was wiggling his eyebrows. He always made me chuckle when he did that. He left the room and I looked at Luc.

“Looks like we better go. Don’t want to keep our guests waiting.” I took his hand in mine and pulled him out the door.

We walked into the part of the garden where the reception was being held. I could see the smiles and admiration on everybody’s faces. I was overcome with joy and it was a moment I was never going to forget. The decorations looked fabulous and the place settings were elegant. The color scheme of our wedding was black with a hint of burgundy and gold.

Lucifer and I took our seats at the table we shared with our family. Sam and Dean sat beside me and Gabriel and Castiel sat beside Lucifer. We all ate and laughed together. I looked out at all the guests. They were all so happy. Charlie was sitting with her date, Crowley, and Rowena. I saw Crowley roll his eyes, which meant Rowena was probably telling an embarrassing story about him. Then I looked at the table where Jody, Donna, and the girls were sitting at. They were laughing at something Donna had said. I glanced over at Mary, Bobby, Ketch, and Garth. Bobby was in the middle of sharing one of his famous hunting stories he loved telling so much. It made my heart soar seeing everyone in one place enjoying each other. Hunting was a stressful job and I think this event gave people the break they deserved. I turned and looked at Lucifer. He was laughing and being his normal sassy self, talking to Gabriel and then I looked at Sam and Dean. They were eating and goofing around with each other. I couldn’t have imagined a more perfect wedding.

The music started to play, and it was time for a little bit of dancing. I sat back and watched my family have fun. Lucifer sat beside me, neither of us were dancers, but we had to have our first dance. Lucifer stood up and offered me his hand. I took it and he walked me out to the dance floor. I let him pick the song to our first dance. The music started to play, and I immediately knew what it was. It was favorite song, I listened to it all the time. The song was called, Can’t Help Falling in Love, and it was a remake with Haley Reinhart singing.

Luci pulled me in tight, wrapping one of his arms around my waist and the other held my hand. We swayed back and forth, my head resting on his chest.

“Thank you, baby.” I said as I looked up at him. He looked a little confused.

“You don’t need to thank me for marrying you, sweetheart.” I wasn’t thanking him for that. It was more than that.

“I want to thank you for giving me a chance, opening up to me. Thank you for loving me for who I am. Thank you for everything.” Lucifer looked down at me and smiled. His eyes were always mesmerizing.

“I’m the one who should be thanking you. You loved me when no one else would. For that I am eternally grateful. (Y/N), I love you to the moon and back. I’d do anything for you.”

“I love you, Luc. More than you will ever know.” The song had ended, and he gave me a kiss that made my heart melt. He broke the kiss when he felt someone tapping on his shoulder.

“My turn to dance with the bride.” I looked over Lucifer’s shoulder, it was Dean. Lucifer had a little bit of an annoyed look on his face, but he knew that it was only right.

“I thought we’d never get rid of him.” I shook my head and grinned. “I’m just kidding. I did want to dance with you before the night was over. Sam is expecting a dance, too.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less from my Winchester boys. I know I have told you how happy I am that you two are here, but you don’t know how much this means to me. Love you, D.”

“Love you too lil sis.”

Lucifer’s POV

I watched her as she danced with Dean and then Sam. She made me the happiest angel in the world. (Y/N) was the most amazing woman I had ever met. I was one lucky guy.

“You better be careful, they may steal her away.” Lucifer looked over to see Gabriel watching them dance. “I’m just kidding bro. There is no way she’s leaving you. I see the way she looks at you and how her eyes light up when you walk into the room. Not all of us get this opportunity, so don’t fuck this up dude. Oh, looks like I have a chance to dance with the bride. Hope you don’t mind.” Gabriel turned and winked at me. I rolled my eyes and watched as he ran over to dance with my wife. I could see Sam and Dean make their way through the crowd on the dance floor toward me. Oh great, here we go.

“You’re one lucky son of a bitch. Listen, I’m just gonna say this once. You hurt her in any kind of way, I will hunt you down and kill you myself.” I knew that was going to come out of Dean’s mouth.

“We know you love her. We can see it every time you look at her, but something does happen to her, we’re coming after you.” Sam smiled, he knew that he wasn’t going to have to worry about that, but he had to make it known.

“Oh Sammy, I know better than to do that. I’m actually more scared of her than I am of you two.” I motioned my finger between the two of them. I looked up and saw (Y/N) making her way back to her seat.

“If you both will excuse me, I’m going to go spend some time with my wife.” I smirked at both of them and made my way to her.

Reader’s POV

All that dancing made me tired and all I wanted to do was go sit down for a little bit. First, I danced with Dean and then Sam, then it was Castiel’s turn, then Gabe decided to sweep in from nowhere, and then Bobby asked if we could dance. I couldn’t turn down Bobby, he was like a father to me. I finally made it to my seat and plopped myself down. I took a deep breath and sighed.

“You okay, little one?” I jerked my head to see Lucifer sitting beside me. I didn’t even know he had sat down.

“I’m perfect. Just a lil tired from all that dancing. I saw Sam and Dean talking to you. I hope they didn’t threaten you or anything.” He laughed.

“Oh, you know them, all bark and no bite.” He always had a witty response to everything, which was one of my favorite things about him. He was like a fox, sly and clever. That was one of the things that drew me in.

“They have always been over protective of me. You get used to it. I can’t wait to get you alone, baby. You look so sexy in that tux.” I was whispering and his eyes glowed red at my words.

Lucifer leaned in and whispered in my ear, “the things I’m going to do to you kitten. It’s getting harder and harder for me to keep my hands off of you.” I loved it when he talked to me like that. It always turned me on.

“You’ll be begging for more when I get done with you.” I looked at him with a seductive smile. He had that devilish smile on his face.

The reception was coming to an end and it was about time for Luc and I to leave for our honeymoon. I had no idea where we were going, he wanted it to be a surprise. I didn’t mind though, as long as I was with him it didn’t matter. We were saying our goodbyes to everyone as we walked out of the garden. Sam, Dean, and Cas had stopped me.

“You be safe and remember you can always come home no matter what. You can even bring him if you want.” Dean pointed towards Luci, who was hugging Gabriel good bye. I gave Dean a look and laughed.

“Seriously, please come back home whenever you want and bring your husband, too. He’s family now.” Sam wrapped his arms around me and then Dean gave me a huge bear hug.

“(Y/N), if you ever need anything please pray to me and I will be there. I’m going to miss you. You’ll always be my honey bee. We all love you very much. Now go have fun and enjoy your life with your husband.” I hugged Castiel tightly and kissed him on the cheek.

“You ready to go, baby?” Lucifer asked me as he took my hand. I shook my head and waved good bye to my boys as we walked away. We arrived outside of the garden.

“Listen, we can either do this the human way or the angel way. It is totally up to you, but I will tell you it is going to take a long while to get where we are going if we do it the human way.” Lucifer said as he held both of my hands in his.

“Well it sounds like the angel way is the best option, then.”

“Okay, hold on tight and close your eyes.” I did as he said. I felt a rush of heat and I could hear a high-pitched sound.

“Okay you can open your eyes now.” I opened them and couldn’t believe what I was seeing. The room we were in looked really familiar and I couldn’t pin point where I had seen it before. It was absolutely beautiful, though. The room was filled with roses and candles that made the room smell wonderful. I saw a balcony and sun light shining through the curtains that were waving in the wind. I walked out to the balcony and looked around. I was definitely surprised at where we were. I had always dreamt of traveling here. I felt the heat of the sun hit my face and I could smell the salt in the air coming from the sea. The view was breathtaking. My heart was racing with excitement. Lucifer had brought me to the most beautiful place on earth. We were in…

To Be Continued…

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