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jae-sch-writes · 4 years

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Despite the Doubts

Characters: Sam Winchester x Reader (platonic), Dean Winchester (really just mentioned than actual story play), Castiel (mentioned)

Word Count: 965

Genre: flangst (my specialty)

Summary: After a hunt gone wrong, Sam comforts the Reader and helps them through the doubts they have about hunting.

Warnings: mentions of childrens’ death, one swear word, mention of blood

Song Mentioned: Wheel in the Sky by Journey

A/N: Huge shout out to @broken-horn for mentioning me in this post for some Samspiration! You’re awesome!

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Everything was wrong. Sam and Dean had given you the case. They put you in charge, and you failed. Too many kids had died on the hunt. One was too many, and you lost five. The families, hell, the whole town now hated you, but no one hated you more than you hated yourself.

You sat in the back of the Impala. There wasn’t the usual post-hunt chatter; the only sounds were the hum of the engine and “Wheel in the Sky” playing softly in the background. The Winchesters let you sit without talking. Sam occasionally glanced back at you, but you didn’t notice. He was worried. He knew how you could get when someone died under your protection, especially when that someone was a child.

Once you got to the Bunker, Dean didn’t even have time to put the car in park before you climbed out of the Impala and ran to your room. You needed to be alone and the boys understood that. You felt guilty, despicable, and disgusted with yourself. You felt like a failure.

A couple of hours after you had gotten home, Sam came knocking on your door. “Y/N,” Sam tapped softly on your door, “can I come in?”

You remained silent, but Sam opened your door anyway. There was an understanding of sorts between you and the boys: if you stayed silent after a few hours, they would check on you and would go away only if you asked them. Sometimes you needed someone there but you didn’t want to admit it. Sam knew this, he was the same way at times.

Sam saw that you were still in your muddy and bloody clothes. The only dirt that had been washed off of your face was indicated by tear streaks. You were sitting on the edge of your bed, staring a blank space on your wall, something you commonly did when a hunt went badly.

“Hey, so um, I brought you some food. Nothing big. Just a, uh, a pear and, you know, a burger, in case you were in the mood. You don’t have to eat now if you’re not feeling up to it.” You continued to sit in silence, barely acknowledging Sam’s presence. “Oh, there’s some water there, too. Just because I’m sure you haven’t had any in a while. I’ll just leave these here. I’ll check back in about an hour, see how you’re feeling.”

“Stay.”

“What was that?”

“Please,” you’re voice cracked. “Please stay.”

“Yeah, yeah of course. Can I sit down?”

You nodded your head and as soon as Sam lowered himself onto your bed, you laid your head on his lap. Sam honestly wasn’t shocked. It wasn’t unlike you to be distant for a while and then suddenly crave physical touch. Sam just ran his hand through your sweaty, muddy hair.

“I know this hunt was tough, Y/N. Every hunt where we lose someone on the job is rough, especially when that someone was a kid and you were in charge of the hunt.”

“Is this supposed to make me feel better?”

“I’m getting there,” Sam continued to brush your hair and even occasionally ran his hand over your arm. “My point is, every hunt, no matter how well or terrible it went, makes us better hunters. Every time we lose someone, we find ways to avoid that on the next hunt. Every time a job is successful, we follow those footsteps as close as we can on the next one.

“Yeah, every single time we go on a hunt I have my doubts on my capabilities to handle it, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to give up. I’m going to continue fighting, despite all my past failures and all of my doubts. And that’s why I know you can too. Life gives us a bunch of shit, but that’s never stopped us, and I honestly don’t think it will anytime soon.”

“You really think so?”

“I know so.”

You sat up from Sam’s lap and gave him a hug.

“Thank you,” you whispered into his shoulder.

“Of course. Hey, can I tell you something that only Dean and Cas know? It’s really embarrassing, but it might make you feel better.”

“Sam, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

“No, no, I’m going to. Okay, so you know I never go on dates or have one-night-stands or anything like that?”

“Yeah, so that’s not you, so what?”

“Well, that is because ever since I went to Stanford, every single person I’ve been with in that way has died. Well, almost all of them.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” you laughed a little at the last comment, “what do you mean almost? Who was the lucky lady to survive? Or guy?” Sam gave you a nasty look. “Hey, I don’t judge, okay? You said ‘person’, not a specific kind.”

“Okay, fine. Well, first of all, it’s only been ladies, and second of all, the only ones to survive were the ones in the second half of 2010.”

“What happened in 2010, Sam?”

“Well, I,” Sam scratched the back of his head, “I was kinda soulless.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Yeah, after Lucifer possessed me and I went to the cage, when I came back at first, I was soulless, and the women I slept for those six months are the only people I know of to have survived the ‘Curse of Sam Winchester’.”

“Okay, I have got to hear more about soulless Sam.”

For the rest of the night, Sam told you various stories about his endeavors without a soul, and how for a while he wasn’t even aware of it. And while you still had your doubts about your hunting capabilities, Sam encouraged you to continue fighting despite them.

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gray-is-neutral · 3 years

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Supernatural

a fan fiction pt.8

Dean’s pov.

Sam and Jordan wouldn’t be home for about three days. Awfully long time for a ghost hunt, but I wasn’t going to complain. Cas and I were in the awkward stage in being a new couple. We weren’t sure yet. Perhaps awkward wasn’t the word. Shy, yeah, as stupid as that is. I was never this shy with women, but I have heard that dating different genders is a different experience. Plus, this was my best friend. Who knew less than I did about this.

It was a lot of rambling and checking our reflections when we thought the other wasn’t looking. Sneaky hand holding and small kisses here and there. I would go to sleep on his chest on the couch, and I would woke up next to him in my room. He would be sitting on the edge of the bed. We were still in a shy phase. after all, as gross as that sounds. We were like kids. Still figuring this out. Right now it was stealing a kiss every now and then, hugs, and just enjoying making each other blush. That seemed to be our favorite game. Cas took that to a new extreme. It was an odd place to be in, but we were happy. If we never got out of this shy phase, that would be okay with me. As long as he was with me.

One night we decided to talk about where this is gong to go. We were dating, that was obvious, but when should the rest of the world know? It would be a shock that I am bisexual. Do I just want to hit Sam with that all at once?

We walked into the lobby of the bunker and tried to figure out when to tell Sam. “Do you think that is a good idea Dean?” Cas asked. “Are you ready?” he asked. He looked down at his feet. This is new for us, and I understood that, but I didn’t want him to think I was ashamed of him. If he wanted, I’d scream it from the roof tops that I love him.

“I’m not ashamed of you, Cas. That isn’t why I never told you,” I said. “I know that Dean, but wouldn’t it be a little cruel for us to flaunt, and Sam just find out that Eileen doesn't love him?” he asked. “Oh so we’re flaunting now?” I said as he blushed a little. I could get used to this. “Shut up Dean, you know what I meant,” he said as he came in close and gave me a small kiss. I blushed a little. “Dean?” he said. “Yeah?” I said, our fore heads touching. “You’re blushing.” “Fuck you,” I said, pushing him a little

“Not in front of me please,” Jack said. “Jack!” He surprised us. “What’s up kid?” I said. “I wanted to visit. Where is Sam and your pretty friend?” he asked. “I think that they are sad, she prays a lot,” he said.

“Are they in trouble?” Dean asked. “No, but I thought they would be here by now?” Jack said. “Dean?” Jordan said. “Cas? Are you decent?” she called running down the stairs. “Dude, her sisters are awesome!” Sam said. walking in. “Iron knuckles to punch ghosts? Who would have thought of that?’ Sam said. “People with common sense?” Jordan said, rolling her eyes. “Hey,” she said, giving a sweet smile to Jack.

“Hello Jordan, hello Sam,” he said. “What do we owe the pleasure?” Sam asked. “Yeah what brings God himself at our door?” “I wanted to see you guys. Have fun without having to worry about Gabriel or Micheal or Lucifer,” he said. “Because we don’t have to anymore,” he said.

“So Lucifer and Micheal they are still dead?” Sam asked. “Oh no, but I have it taken care of. Micheal and Adam wanted to be together, so I gave Micheal a body,” he said. I looked at him concerned. “Oh don’t worry, he was already dead.” “Thank you Jack, that is what we were worried about. What about Lucifer?” I said. “Oh! He has agreed to not be too bad,” Jack said with a proud smile.

“Not to be too bad?” I said. “Lucifer agreed not to be too bad and you said what? ‘Okay sounds good’?” I said. “Dean, don’t be mean,” Cas said. “I’m sorry, Lucifer? As in the Devil? The og fallen angel?” Jordan said in disbelief. “And that’s just no biggie?” “You get used to it,” Sam said, she gave him a side eyed look, but shrugged and said, “Okay.”

“Okay?” I said. “Two seconds ago you were on the verge of a freak out, but now you’re just, okay?” I asked her. “He’s a fucking angel. He fucked a demon,” she said pointing at Sam. “My ex boyfriend is currently possessed by an angel. Just yesterday I was performing surgery to remove flowers from people’s lungs because their crush didn’t like them back,” she said. “How did you know how to do that, by the way?” asked Cas. “Yeah, why were you and Damon the only ones who knew how to perform the surgery?” I asked.

She cocked her eyebrows and said, “I like to read BL on occasion. I happen to have read one about the disease,” she said then shrugged. “It worked,” she said as Sam looked at her with shock. “You performed a risky surgery with no idea if it would actually work?” he said. “Fuck off, it worked,” she said,

“Can we do something together?” Jack said. “Being God is boring a lot of time. I would like to have fun,” he said. “Like a movie?” Cas asked. “Movies are a great time,” said Jordan. “I thought we were going to hang out with your sisters later tonight?” Sam said. “Dude, I get that my sisters are hot, but they aren’t that great,” said Jordan. “Where were you two going to go?” Dean asked. “It’s a bar that usually has professional musicians, but tonight is amateur night,” Jordan said.

“So drunk people who don’t know what they are doing embarrass themselves?” I said. Cas looked at me. “What asshole?” I asked impulsively, the intensity of his stare throwing me off.

“Jack what do you want to do?” he asked Jack. “I want to meet her sisters and have a good time. Then a movie,” he said. “Great!” said Sam. “Dean get your leggings on so we don’t have to pay for drinks!” Sam said, walking to his room. Jordan went in the same direction. “I’ll wait until you and Jordan get done braiding each other’s hair!” I called as she flipped me off and walked backwards. “Dean can I borrow your room to change?” she asked.

“Yeah just don’t make a mess!” I said. “How in Hell would I make a mess?” she said, disappearing behind my door. Leaving Cas and I alone with Jack. “When did you two start kissing?” Jack said. “Shhh!” Cas said. “We haven’t told anyone yet,” he said. “Is it a secret?” Jack asked. “No,” I said, standing a little too close to Cas on purpose. I wasn’t sure what that proved, but it made Cas smile.

“Okay? So when do you two plan to tell them?” Jack asked. “At a better time,” Dean said. Jack looked confused. “Why is now not a good time? Is it because Eileen doesn’t love Sam anymore?” Jack asked. “Really guys?” Sam said, he looked hurt and tired. “How do you know about that?” Sam asked Jack. “I’m God?” he said confused.

Sam sighed and said, “Why are you three talking about me and Eileen anyways?” Just then, as if Jack had willed it himself, Jordan came in half singing, half screaming, “Shot through the heart and your to blame! You give love a bad name!” Her phone’s speakers desperately tried to match her volume and enthusiasm, but failed. “Why do you all look so mad?” she said as she slipped on a shoe. “I thought we were going out to have fun?” she said. “Why so glum chums?” she asked in a fake British accent.

Sam tried to glare at her, but she poked him in the side. “C’mon Sammy boy, this was your idea.” He smiled despite himself. Sam may still love Eileen but maybe him having some sort of relationship with Jordan will help? She seems to work wonders. She had a way with people that I didn’t quite get. Maybe it’s because instead of dealing with her issues, she projects all her energy into helping others. I hate to admit that I have benefited from that. It makes her feel better, so I guess it’s not that big of an issue.

She looked at us all. “Well are we just going to stand around or are we going to go laugh at some poor drunk souls? C’mon the baby wants some fun,” she said, wrapping her arms around Jack as he smiled.

She had three personalities. Dr. Blake, cold and annoyed. Jordan, my friend, willing to do anything to help me. And this version, the one who just wants to be happy. I wondered which version her sisters knew. Or if they had a whole other version they kept to themselves?

Either way, Jordan Blake was a welcome, if not sudden friend. She was a bit of a mystery, but we all have a past. Now was a time to look towards the future.

The future where I watch as drunk girls sing off key to “I Want it That Way”. Cas was confused, but amused as Jack danced badly with Jordan. She motioned for Cas and me to join their merry band of idiots, but I declined and descreetly held Cas’ hand under a table.

Sam joined the two of them until they heard, “Jordan! Sam! You two came!” It was Jordan’s older sister, Elise, I think that’s her name. She was wearing a short, tight-fitting dress. It was cheata print and her hair was wild. She still looked pretty, though.

Then came Timothy. She was younger, much younger. Maybe mid 20’s. She was wearing a floural, collared shirt. She didn’t look like her sisters. She wasn’t as pale and Jordan, nor was she tall and slim like El. She had black hair and two different colored eyes. She had a personality of a lawer or a salesman. She was persuasive. She had quite the personality from what I have heard.

She came and sat with Cas and I. “You old enough to drink?” I asked her with a laugh. She had an oddly young look about her. “You young enough for this?” she said, kicking our hands under the table. “You’re not slick old man,” she said. “Hello Cas,” she said, smiling sweetly at him. “Hello Timmy,” he said.

She ordered herself a beer and watched as Jordan danced with Sam and El. “Why don’t you two show them how it’s done?” she asked. “I don’t dance sweetheart,” I said. “Me neither,” she said as Jack sat down. “The music is terrible here,” said Timmy. It was playing an Adel song while they waited for the next brave or drunk person to come up.

“I like it,” said Jack as he took a drink of his beer. “Who’s the kid?” she asked. Cas smiled a little and I let out a small laugh. “This kid,” Cas said. “Is God.” She laughed but then realized that we were serious. “You’re kidding right? This literal baby is God?” Jack nodded with enthusiasm. “Well damn, hallelujah,” she said, raising her beer and drinking the rest of it.

“Guess I can’t be surprised anymore, with Ben being an angel now,” she said. Ben was Jordan’s ex boyfriend. “Did the angel tell you their name?” Cas asked. “No, he never stays around for long. Says Jordan makes him sick,” she shrugged as Jordan squealed as Sam picked her up, upside down and spun her. “The bastard.” Timmy said.

She looked at her older sisters. She gave a smile as El yelled to her, “I love this song!” “Don’t be the youngest,” she said. “You’re the only one with brain cells.”

After a moment, a young server came up to Timmy. “Hello Princess,” he said. “Fuck off,” she said. He slammed his hand on the table, making the four of us jump. “I said ‘Hello Princess’,” he said. “And she said ‘Fuck off’,” Jack said. His eyes flashed black. Jack took his hand and removed the demon with ease.

It was then that Jack said, “It’s movie time now.” The next thing we all knew, we were at the bunker. El looked around confused. Jordan looked around. “What in Hell?” she asked. “Demons,” said Jack. “The place was full of them.” “Damn,” said Jordan. “So we just left all those humans to fall victim to them?” El said. “No they all left after I smiled the one after...” he trailed off. “Never mind that. Let’s have fun here,” said Jack.

I would argue, but Jordan plopped on the couch as El laid across her. “Where are we and ho am I supposed to get back to my car?” “They’re already here,” said Jack. El nodded. “How are you already drunk?” Jordan asked El. “How are you still stupid?” she asked. “Okay,” she said pushing her off. “I think I’d better get her back,” Timmy said. “What about the demons?” Jack asked. “With God on my side?” she asked, messing up his hair. “I don’t think I have much to worry about. Purse dog, Moose, Squirrel, would one of you tell me where our car is?” Timmy asked as my heart dropped.

“I’ll show you,” Jordan said, picking up her sister from the ground. “See you later boys,” she said. “Maybe we can have some real fun next time. Thanks for keeping my sister for me!”

Sam, Cas, and I looked at each other. “Moose and Squirrel?” Cas said. “Maybe it’s just a coincidence?” Sam said. “I hope so,” said Dean. “She isn’t possessed,” said Jack. “But she isn’t human. Not fully,” he said. “What about Jordan?” Cas asked. “She’s safe, and as far as I could tell, so are her sisters,” he said, finding a seat on the couch.

“I think we should forget about that for now and watch a movie. I’ll have to go back to Heaven soon,” Jack said, giving us puppy eyes.

I was too tired to argue and so Cas and I sat on the couch as Jordan entered. “Can I pick?” Jack asked. “Go a head kid,” said Sam. “Go nuts,” I said. “Not too nuts. You know the blocked variety of movies,” said Cas. “Guys you do know you’re talking to God, right?” Jordan said as Jack looked for a movie.

He found a movie and about half way through, Jordan discreetly whispered something into Sam’s ear. He looked at me and gave a sly grin. Him and Jordan left the room. Jack had fallen asleep. I knew he didn’t need sleep or anything humans need, but I think he misses it. I think he hated being God. I saw him give what he calls “Googly eyes” at Timmy. He was God, but he was still Jack all the same.

Cas and I were close together on the couch, but it felt stiff. I didn’t want to go straight into holding his hand, and every time we, uhh cuddle, I’m the one who is being held, and I didn’t want that to be the norm.

God this is embarrassing. Why am I being such a pussy? That being said, I couldn’t just grab Cas up and yell at him to cuddle with me. So I did what every self respecting pussy would do. I did the cliche yawn arm thing.

At first, I didn’t know what Cas was going to do, but he soon leaned into it. I was stiff, but after my heart slowed and the burn in my cheeks cooled, I relaxed too. “Hey,” Cas said. “Yeah?” I said. “Why don’t we let Jack have the couch, and we go to bed?” he said. I kissed his forehead and nodded.

I woke up Jack and moved him to the couch. We went to bed. Cas was sitting at his usual spot at the end of my bed. “Uhh Cas?” I said. “Yes?” he said, taking off his shoes. “I’m about to change.” I said, heart pounding. “Okay?” Cas said, sitting cris cross on the bed. “Okay? So don’t look!” I said.

He smiled at me. “What?” I said. “You’re blushing,” he said. I threw my shoe at him while he laughed. “Seriously man,” I said. “I won’t,” he said turning around. I quickly changed into some sweat pants and told him he can turn around.

I crawled in bed. He sat at the foot of the bed. It was cool that night. I knew angels didn’t get cold, but I craved his touch. Gross right? I’m king of no chick flick moments but this felt like a chick flick moment to me. “Cas? If you wanna-I mean-you can-“ He seemed to get the message because he got under the blanket on the other side of me. We were nose to nose.

This was definitely a chick flick moment, but you know what? I kissed him as he ran his hands through my hair. “Dean,” he whispered in between kisses. “Cas.” This was perfect. He is beautiful. I was finally happy. I had my brother and my dog. I had Jack, and I had my new sense of self worth. But most of all I had Cas. I had my boyfriend. I had the love of my life.

I had all the night, our limbs intertwined, and our hearts in sync. Yep this was a chick flick moment, but maybe, I thought as sweat rolled off my forehead and I looked him in his perfect blue eyes. Maybe they weren’t so bad after all. But ugh that’s corny as hell.

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givedeanhisangel · 5 years

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Dean's Confession

A little destiel prompt for you that I wrote a while ago- let me know what you think!

Castiel was sitting silently in his room, perched on the edge of the bed that he never slept in. The absence of Jack’s chatter and his dvd player were neverending reminders of his failure. He had failed. As an angel, as a friend… as a father. Guilt churned his insides together as he remembered Kelly Kline, her kindness and the trust she put in him to protect her son. And now, Jack was gone, taken by Lucifer to horrible world he’d never understand.

“Cas?”

His head snapped up at the words, and he saw Dean standing in the doorway, his face only dimly lit by the old bedside lamp.

“Dean? What is it?” Cas frowned in confusion and concern as the man walked in.

Dean sighed the way he did when Sam did something wrong, so fear started to build in the pit of Cas’ stomach. It is no less than what you deserve, he thought miserably, perhaps he has come to voice his disappointment in you. At least that much remains the same.

“I just, uh…” Dean trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand, “Came to see if you were ok.”

Cas just stared at him.

The older hunter shook his head in embarrassment, closing his eyes briefly. “Right- sorry. Stupid question. I mean, do you need anything?” He asked. Damn, why is this so hard? He cursed himself in his mind. Get it together, Winchester.

“Yes,” Cas said gravelly, “I need to be a better father, a better… everything.”

Dean pursed his lips in disagreement, lines at the corners of his eyes becoming more apparent. “Don’t you dare do that to yourself, Cas, this wasn’t your fault,” he said firmly, sitting down on the bed next to him, “you and I both know that.”

“But it was!” Castiel cried abruptly, and his outburst shocked the both of them. Castiel rarely raised his voice, rarely lost control of his emotions. In fact, if you hadn’t known the angel for as long as the Winchesters did, you would be inclined to believe he didn’t have emotions. They were silent for a moment before the angel scoffed. “Besides,” he muttered bitterly, “you of all people should know too well how I mess things up. Afterall, I thought I was dead to you.”

Dean felt a stab of guilt at that, and it hurt him more than he thought it would. It burned at his conscious worse than anything. He'd regretted the words as soon as they left his lips. There was no denying the truth- whenever Cas made a mistake, Dean was always the first one to berate him for it. He knew it was only 30% because he was actually upset about the action, and 70% that anger was the only safe emotion he could express around Cas. Anything else would lead him dangerously close to outing himself and how he felt. And in his own stupid vanity, trying to save face, he hurt his best friend. His love.

“Jack was right." He cleared his throat, voice wet, "We are liars. At least, I know I am. I lie to Sammy, I've lied to my mom, obviously I lied to Jack... But the person I lie the most to is myself." He paused, laughing bitterly at the thought, "Hell, I can't even remember the last time I had an honest conversation with myself. Must've been before Sam left for Stanford. I used to know why I did it, but that was so long ago. Now I can't even remember that. I tell myself shit all the time. I tell myself I'm fine even though I'm not. I tell myself that Sammy will be ok, even though I worry sick about him, and... and I tell myself I don't care about you, because if I did, I would die the next time you leave us. So, I try to convince myself that I don't care what happens to you."

The sound of a pin dropping could be heard in the pause in between. Cas was staring at Dean in shock, but the older hunter didn’t even notice. He was too entrenched in his own thoughts and realizations.

"But that's a lie, too." He whispered, staring at his feet, "It's always been a lie. I... I love you. I always have. I never stopped, no matter how many times I've tried. Maybe,” he huffed in a voice so low it was almost imperceptible, “maybe this is all just one huge, giant mistake… Maybe Chuck messed something up, and you were supposed to be assigned to another soul that needed saving, god knows there were people down there who deserved it more than me… Maybe you were supposed to find another person who would give you all the respect, all the…” Dean swallowed, “ love you deserved, but never got from me.”

Castiel felt his heart leap into his throat, and he felt his anger crumble and dissolve at the genuine honesty in the hunter’s tone, at his words. He wasn’t dreaming- Dean was saying these things. And instead of being satisfied at the hunter’s admission of his wrongs, Cas only felt worse. “No.” He said roughly, his voice finally working, “It was not a mistake. There are no such things as mistakes in the universe. Your overused saying is correct- Everything happens for a reason.”

Dean looked at Cas incredulously, not even realizing that his eyes were wet with tears. “ Reasons?” He exclaimed in disbelief, “I've been horrible to you! I don't deserve you, what reason could there be for you to be stuck down here with me?!”

“For this.” Cas whispered, and before either of them could utter a sound, the angel pressed his lips to Dean’s, sealing them in a kiss that they had both only dreamed about for so long. Cas’s lips were soft against his, and Dean felt his heart skip several beats.

He hesitated, afraid and shocked, before melting into the kiss and running his fingers through the angel’s hair. Cas was perfect in every way- it wasn’t like any other kiss he’d known. His jaw was firm and stubbly, not smooth and slender like a woman’s. But it was so tentative, so Cas , that Dean loved it even more. He was kissing an angel. And nothing ever felt more right to him, because his angel loved him back. Cas loved him back. He’d lived all these years convinced that the angel wouldn’t want anything to do with him romantically, convinced that he couldn’t even ask because he would automatically be rejected. But now, here they were. Dean was almost afraid to believe it was real.

They parted at last, breathless and leaning their foreheads against one another. “So…” Cas said quietly, “we could’ve had this from the beginning if we’d just… talked to each other?”

Dean huffed a hysterical laugh, nodding slowly. “Yeah,” he breathed, “I guess.”

They laid on the bed in silence for a few more minutes before Cas abruptly said, “We’ve faced the devil himself, yet we could not conquer a simple conversation.”

Deans laughter started out small, a few chuckles here and there. Then, before he knew it, they were both laughing so hard that they could barely breathe. They didn’t know exactly why they were laughing- perhaps it was because of the immense irony of it all, the fact that they were hysterical with exhaustion, or just plain happy that they had both found out their feelings for each other. Dean didn’t know if they would be ok- he couldn’t see the future. But he knew that there was no one else he’d rather not be ok with than Cas.

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ourloveisforthelovely · 5 years

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Fix You 10

A/N: Rewrite. This series doesn’t follow the show. Sorry, its been forever since this has been updated!!!!

Link to Chapter 9

Words: 2,797

Pairings: Gabriel x Reader

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Meanwhile,

Lucifer sat in a small cafe with a bottle of whiskey in front of him. He was enjoying watching the drunken humans make total fools of themselves.

“Having fun?”

He looked up to see none other then Anael looking down at him. Lucifer gave him his best pouty smile.

“Awe, did you miss me?”

Anael rolled her eyes before sitting down.

“Hardly, I am only here because I have news that could be of some use to you.”

Lucifer put a hand on his heart acting like he was having a heart attack.

“Oh, you are so hurtful! You are breaking my poor little heart! Now that I have gotten that out of my system, what do you have to tell me?”

Anael rolled her eyes. As much as she hated dealing with Lucifer at the moment it was good news to share. Lucifer's voice interrupted her thoughts,

“Did you find my kid? Please tell me that you did because I am getting a little impatient and you know how me and impatience don't go well together.”

Anael focused her cat-like gaze on the prince of darkness before speaking.

“No, regrettably, I was unable to locate your child as you asked. I do, however, know that you have other family that you could use.”

Lucifer scowled before slouching down in his chair.

“I doubt whatever you have to say isn't going to make me happy. You’re a party pooper.”

Anael rolled her eyes.

“You have a niece and I think she would be of some interest to you. The angels are really concerned about her.”

Lucifer's eyes widened.

“A niece, huh? Well, look at that some other angel has been bad too! Why should I care about some other Nephilim when I have my own kid to worry about?”

Anael smiled.

“Because she is half Nephilim and half archangel.”

Lucifer sat up straighter, looking clearly confused.

“Half Archangel? What is Michael and Raphael up to?”

Anael smirked.

“It wasn't either of them.”

Lucifer's scowl became more defined.

“It's not possible! Gabriel is dead! I killed him!”

Anael rolled her eyes.

“Not quite. He's alive and kicking. Your niece is five years old and smart! The smartest I have ever seen. She has a lot of potential”

Lucifer looked completely baffled! Gabriel had literally placed him like a fiddle! Lucifer taught Gabriel all of his tricks and now they had been used against him.

“That little son of a bitch played me! He made me feel, feelings! I want you to go get that kid! I want her too!”

Anael snorted.

“Sorry, I am not going after her! I am not foolish enough to go up against Gabriel. He'll kill me when it comes to that child. Not to mention I am kind of concerned about what that child can actually do. If you want her, go get her yourself. I should probably also mention that the child is also being protected by Amara.”

Lucifer stood. He was done listening to this bullshit!

“I'll go find them myself. I swear if you want something done right you have to do it yourself! This time that brother of mine is dying!”

Meanwhile, back with Team Free Will....

“Prove to me that you actually love me and that I can trust you....that's my word.”

Gabriel had to look away from you. There was that disappointed expression that he was given so often. Maybe Loki was right? Maybe he was a failure? He had it all with you before; someone who loved him and relationship should!

You meanwhile, kept your attention focused on Gabriel. His face looked almost hopeless! Even after everything that he had put you through; you still felt pain when you saw that look in his eyes.

“What happened to your face?”

You asked softly. Gabriel’s head snapped up as he thought about the ass beating that Loki had given him.

“Had my ass kicked.”

He said with an embarrassed expression. Your worries expression intensified.

“It’s alright, sugar. It wasn’t the worst thing that has happened to me.”

You didn’t look convinced enough. You walked to Gabriel putting a hand on his cheek healing the bruise.

“Is your grace weak again?”

Gabriel gave you a nervous chuckle.

“Yea, peach. Everything about me is weak apparently.”

Gabriel immediately reached out taking your hands in his.

“It isn’t your fault so please don’t even think of it. Y/n, I’ll sing like a canary if it fixes things between us. I’ll let you know everything you want to know. You want my life story I’ll tell you every grimy detail.”

You were clearly surprised! This was a whole new side to Gabriel. You expected Gabriel to put up a fight or do one of his cunning little jokes. Sitting down on the bed, you patted the place beside you.

“Whatever you want to tell me.”

You said softly. Curiosity was definitely getting the better of you! Gabriel nodded as he joined you on the bed.

30 minutes later, you sat beside Gabriel with your mouth hanging open. Your head was spinning with everything that Gabriel had just told you! For a few moments, you had no idea what to say to him! From hearing about his wreck of a “childhood” to his decision to leave heaven, up to getting his ass kicked by Loki...all of it was hard to hear!

“Gabriel, I...”

He shook his head.

“You don't have to say anything. Hopefully, you can see why I didn't want to go and spill my guts to you. What kind of girl in the right mind would want to be with a guy like me?”

You answered without thinking.

“One that loves you! Why can't you see that? After everything that you have put me through I still love you more than anyone on this earth! I don't trust you right now! I am not about to jump in bed and fuck you. Like I said, you have a lot to make up for. Gabriel, you are not a failure. I don't even want that in your mind.”

Gabriel rolled his eyes. How could you say that he wasn't a failure? In his mind, he literally failed at everything he has ever done! He failed at being an archangel and he most definitely failed as a soulmate and father.

“Kinda hard for it not to be.”

You stood up fighting the urge to cuddle him. He looked so hurt and vulnerable! You reached out letting your hand cup his face. Gabriel's golden eyes rolled up to your face.

“Y/n, you don't have to do this.”

You shook your head.

“I'm not doing anything. We are going to get you back to your standard archangel power strength and go from there. That is what WE are going to do. Now I am going to go get our daughter so I can get her back to sleep before she talks Jack's ear off.”

Gabriel smirked.

“Jack wouldn't complain. He's missed her.”

You turned and walked into JoyAnna's room where she sat snoozing on Jack's lap. He looked up with a smile.

“I think she is tired.”

Jack stood up and placed the little girl in your arms. You were pleased to see that he hadn't lost his kind demeanor.

“I'm glad to see you, Jack.”

Jack looked overjoyed.

“Me too. We'll talk later in the morning when Joy wakes up.”

You gave his forearm a pat before turning and going back into your bedroom. Gabriel sat on the bed. He quickly looked up as you put Joy in the middle of the bed.

“She will be out for a few hours.”

You said before laying down as Gabriel turned on his side. He looked down at his daughter's little round face and that guilty feeling came right back! Gabriel had missed her birth and the majority of her first few years.

Looking back up at your face, Gabriel reached out intertwining your hands. To his surprise, you didn't pull away.

“It's going to be okay.”

You whispered softly. Gabriel half smiled. Both of you were unsure whether that statement to be true or not. The most that the two of you could do was hope for the best!

Later in the morning when Joy woke up. She between Gabriel and yourself with a small smile before throwing a leg over Gabriel's side to get out of bed. Joy stopped moving when her father's eyes snapped open.

“Where are you going?”

Gabriel questioned softly. JoyAnna pointed to the door.

“Going to find Jack. Mommy is still sleeping?”

Gabriel nodded.

“Yeah, peach.”

Gabriel carefully turned on his back so JoyAnna could slide out of bed a little easier.

“Don't go getting into anything.”

Gabriel whispered. JoyAnna gave him a knowing smirk. She giggled.

“You're good!”

Gabriel chuckled as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“You have no idea, princess. Now go be a good girl.”

A few hours later, Joy sat on the couch with a quantum mechanics book in front of her as she read to Sam. He was totally surprised that the child could sit there and read word for word each sentence and was able to tell him exactly how the subject worked.

“Wow, Joy.”

Sam managed to get out as he looked over at Dean who was half asleep.

“Maybe you should go teach Dean all about it.”

Joy grinned before she slid off of Sam's lap and went over to Dean. Slinging the book against the eldest Winchester's chest, Joy climbed up to join him. Dean jumped awake and looked down as she started to read.

“What are you doing?”

He asked. Joy pointed to the book and gave him the exact expression Gabriel would when dealing with a stupid person.

“I am teaching you something.”

Dean looked down at the book and right away he felt tired again.

“Kid, I will never use this a day in my life.”

Joy smirked.

“Did you watch Cops like I asked you?”

Dean nodded.

“I was doing character building all night.”

The sound of fluttering wings made Dean look around to see none other than Balthazar. Joy immediately jumped off of Dean's lap and went to the angel holding her hands up. Balthazar reached down picking the child up before noticing Sam and Dean. He automatically frowned before giving them a nod and looking back to his granddaughter. Balthazar knew that he could get whatever he wanted from the child.

“Hello there, sweet pea. What's new around here?”

JoyAnna looked like she was about to pop with all of the excitement that had happened in the last day!

“You have missed a lot grandpa! Daddy came back and so did everyone else! Aunty Amara has stepped out for a bit. She said she was going to visit grandpa Chuck. He's a nervous little guy, huh?”

Balthazar's rage began to build at the mere mention of Gabriel being anywhere near his daughter and granddaughter.

“Love, where are your mum and dad?”

As if cued to do so, you walked into the room with Gabriel behind you. You stopped the moment that you saw your father. Turning to Gabriel, you sighed seeing that frown on his face reappear.

Balthazar, meanwhile, put Joy down.

“Sweetheart, why don't you...”

Joy sighed,

“I know, go play! Sheesh, I am missing everything.”

Once JoyAnna was safely out of earshot Balthazar focused his attention on Gabriel.

“What the bloody hell are you doing here? You left and should have stayed gone, Gabriel. You're made a giant mess out of things as it is.”

Gabriel smiled.

“I am here for my family. I don't know what else it looks like.”

Balthazar frowned.

“You are just going to destroy things.”

Your eyes widened as you tried to get between Gabriel and your father.

“Both of you stop! Dad, Gabriel and I have a lot of things to work on and I am not jumping into anything quickly. Gabriel has every right to see his child. I am not stopping that. Besides Joy loves him. I was wrong to keep him from her this long.”

Balthazar was clearly not seeing his daughter's point of view.

“He's just going to hurt the two of you again. It seems that is his talent.”

Dean stepped in clearly having enough! He was tired of being privy to angel relations.

“I'm putting my two cents in. Balthazar, I get where you are coming from because I am concerned too but it is their decision. If you try to keep Y/n and Gabriel apart it's going to backfire on you.”

Dean turned to face Gabriel and yourself.

“You two are going to have to get your shit together and grow up that's all there is to it. You both run when the rough gets going and that has to stop! It isn't fair to Joy or anyone else that has to deal with you both. That is the lesson that Chuck and Amara are trying to drill into your head, Gabriel. Y/n, you know I care about you. You're a great friend and I can't believe that I am saying this but Gabriel has been miserable without you. I am not telling you to go fuck his brains out but listen to him. Asmodeus the asshat may be gone but there are other things that we are going to have to deal with. We can't go up against things like Lucifer and whatever else and expect to live the way that we are going.”

Dean was pleased to see that he had clearly struck a nerve with both of you. You had edged closer to Gabriel and was wrapping your hand around his.

“He's right. Things have to change.”

Meanwhile with Lucifer,

Lucifer stood in front of none other than Michael. His older brother sat behind a large oak desk with his hands crossed.

“Lucifer, whatever can I do for you? I must say that I am shocked that you have come to locate me.”

Lucifer rolled his eyes as he looked at his older brother. The guy left “bizarro world” and his kick-ass vessel to come to this world and be in fucking young John Winchester's vessel.

“Sheesh Michael, you got rid of the cool vessel for a Winchester?”

Michael smirked. The coldness in his eyes sparkled as he gave his younger brother a disapproving scowl.

“My choosing of vessels in my own business. Now like I asked what can I do for you?”

Lucifer shook his head.

“Actually I have a team work propitiation for you.”

Lucifer wanted to choke on his words. The last thing that he wanted to do was team up with Michael but he would need help getting his hands on their little niece. Michael looked intrigued as he sat up straighter.

“And that is? Why would I want to work with you?”

Lucifer raised an eyebrow.

“Aw, I don't know. I mean it's just a slight issue known as a half Nephilim/half archangel that has come into existence that could totally help us.”

Michael held up a hand.

“Pardon? Half Nephilim/half archangel? What?”

Lucifer nodded feeling a little more excited. The expression on Michael's face was enough to make Lucifer be more amused.

“Gabriel and a Nephilim shacked up and made a baby. I would go after them but poor little ole me is low on grace because of you. I know that you wouldn't want to get your hands dirty...”

Michael slammed his hands down the table.

“Gabriel knows better! You did too when you made a Nephilim and look what happened to you!”

Lucifer raised an eyebrow.

“Uh yeah, but I really would like to get our niece.”

Michael shook his head.

“The child has to die and so does her filthy half breed mother. Do not harm either of them. I have plans.”

Lucifer was quietly muttering that he should have just started looking himself as Michael again stood.

“What plans?”

Lucifer questioned. Maybe he was going to have to play double agent to finally get Michael killed off and get his hands on his niece.

“I am going to kill them in front of Gabriel and make him watch the light leave their eyes.”

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Let me tell you people that I found a new way

Supernatural 13x06, “Tombstone,” 13x07, “War of the Worlds,” and 13x08, “The Scorpion and the Frog.”

Something very interesting is happening this season, relating to Dean’s position in the narrative. Over the course of 13 seasons, it’s been proven over and over that Dean’s hunches tend to be right. He thinks someone’s a rotter, and they are a rotter. He thinks something’s hinky and it is hinky. He does sometimes make mistakes, but generally speaking, when Dean makes a moral pronouncement, he is right about the morality, even if events don’t play out the way he anticipates.

At the start of season 13, Dean made the moral pronouncement that he thought Jack was evil. He may still prove right about this of course, as the season is still young (for me, I know you are all far ahead), but so far it’s looking like he was wrong, and that Jack is more like a blank slate trying to figure out who he can be rather than intrinsically good or evil.

Does this matter? Does Dean’s hunch about Jack count in the same way it counted when Dean knew Ruby was rotten, but tried to give her the benefit of the doubt because Sam asked? When it comes to Jack, is this just Dean being a jackass due to grief and it’s not really what he thinks?

The tension arising from Dean’s distrust of Jack has so far been used to complicate Jack’s arc, but a larger thematic question arises. What does it mean for the story if Dean’s moral compass is wonky? And what does it mean if it’s not?

Okay, cards on the table. I think Dean is wrong about Jack. I’m sure Jack will do a bunch of stupid shit, because that’s how growing up works, but so far he doesn’t seem to be intrinsically evil. So why was Dean so insistent about it? Was it because Cas’s death had him so turned around his instincts were awry? But if that’s the case, you’d expect his instincts to be back to normal with Cas back... but the text is hinting that they’re not.

I enjoyed Tombstone. Cas is back, Dean plays cowboy, and Jack gets a hug, screws up, and runs away from home. All the drama!

Tombstone is a title with a lot of meanings. The primary meaning is the headstone on a grave, but in a text where cremation is the Hunter’s way, whose tombstone is it referring to? Is it literally just talking about the location of the ghoul’s lair? Or is it talking about Jack’s use of his powers that goes horribly wrong? Then there’s the movie reference. The film is the fictionalised (and often romanticised) story of the West... when “cowboys were the law”! And as we know, Dean is all about cowboys, especially the ones in the rogues gallery up on their hotel room wall. Later he prompts Cas to act like he’s in the movie, and Cas quotes Val Kilmer to assure Dean he’s his Huckleberry, which just about makes Dean tear up. All a boy wants is a partner who fondly goes along with his cosplaying fantasies... looking good in a cowboy hat a definite bonus. And Dean gets it good here -- he wears the boots, fixes Cas’s hat, and does a slo-mo power walk to the song Space Cowboy:

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Steve Miller Band - Space Cowboy

I told you 'bout living in the U.S. of A Don't you know that I'm a gangster of love Let me tell you people that I found a new way And I'm tired of all this talk about love And the same old story with a new set of words About the good and the bad and the poor And the times keep on changin' So I'm keepin' on top Of every fat cat who walks through my door

I'm a space cowboy Bet you weren't ready for that I'm a space cowboy I'm sure you know where it's at Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (x)

I mean this is hilariously silly, and Dean is having so much fun, but he’s also completely embarrassing with his whole cowboy nerdgasm and forcing Cas to play along, amirite? This is Jensen Ackles showing off his physical comedy chops like the pro he is. But here’s the thing. The song scratches out the minute they find the law, because the old romantic version of the West does not hold true. In this version of Dodge, the law is not a cowboy, it’s a Native American. What’s more, Dean is not really the Space Cowboy either. Surely, surely, Cas is the space cowboy (but is Cas the gangster of love??? And if so, who’s heart did he steal???).

The frisson of not-quite-right continues throughout the rest of the episode. While the ghoul realises there are Hunters after him and tries to “get out of Dodge” -- the line the lawman Marshall Dillon of the TV show Gunsmoke used to say to interlopers of Dodge City -- it’s Jack who is proved to be the interloper in the end, and it’s the Winchester posse who leaves town. Except for Dean, of course, who ends up Hunting someone wearing the face of one of his cowboy faves.

I could go on, but you get the point.

Thematically, this episode is all about undermining Dean’s moral authority. It does it in several ways, many of them funny, but the intent is quite clear. He even straight up says that he was wrong at the end:

JACK: Good? How is that good? I killed someone. What was his name? The guard? Did he have a family? CASTIEL: Jack, don't do this to yourself. JACK: No, did he? DEAN: Yes, he did. SAM: Jack, look, this life, what we do, it's… it's not easy. And we've all done things we regret. JACK: Just don't. You're afraid of me. CASTIEL: Jack, no. JACK: No, maybe you're right. Maybe I'm just another monster. DEAN: No, you're not. I thought you were. I did. But… Like Sam said, we've all done bad. We all have blood on our hands. So if you're a monster, we're all monsters. JACK: No, you don't… Every time I try and do something good, people get hurt. I thought I was getting better. I'm not… I don't know what I am, but I know I can't make the world a better place, not like this. I can't even do one good thing. And I know that if I stay, I'm gonna hurt you. All of you. And… I can't. You're all I have. SAM: Jack, listen… JACK: I have to go. CASTIEL: No, Jack. JACK: I'm sorry. (x)

Winchester through and through, that boy. Unintended lesson well and truly learned! Oh, the irony.

(My pet theory is that Jack isn’t actually gone, he’s just invisible and lurking around the Bunker. Don’t tell me if I’m wrong, please. I’m going to enjoy thinking about it until canon bursts my bubble.)

Before watching this ep, when I was talking over 13x05 with my viewing buddy, I said, “I wish monsters recognised Hunters more, and especially the Winchesters. It seems dumb after so many years that so few of them do.” And lo, in all three of these eps, people do recognise Hunters and/or the Winchesters. I’m very pleased by this, although as always it isn’t playing out quite the way I hoped. In the case of our ghoul, even though he quickly recognises that Hunters are after him, and makes plans to escape, he fails because he doesn’t take the threat seriously enough. More importantly, it’s not a Hunter(/cowboy) who kills him, it’s the Law(/Native American).

There were a lot of other things to like about this episode, but the other thing I find most notable in terms of meta is something on the meta-textual level. This episode starts upbeat, after five episodes of unrelieved grieving, with Cas back, and Jack finally seeming to be finding his place. That doesn’t even last one episode before the emotional apple-cart is knocked over again. If I were writing this season, this emotional beat in this place in the story arc would mean I’d be aiming for either a happy or ironic climax, rather than a tragic one. I’m leaning towards ironic, and I think Dean’s moral wonkiness will have a part to play in the ironic twist.

Anyway, that was Tombstone. The next two eps put away the myth-arc for a bit, and move on to monster-of-the-week stories full of mirrors for our protagonists. This season they are very much focused on fathers and sons.

War of the Worlds is an interesting title to choose for this episode. It’s obviously referring to H.G. Wells’ book, one of the first stories about aliens invading the Earth and trying to take it from Humanity -- a colonisation narrative in other words. It’s pretty easy to see that Michael in this case is the alien/coloniser.

By the way, I’m now calling alternaEarth “Mordor” because of that fiery eye in the opening credits, and also it’s much easier to type. Interesting, isn’t it, how the Mordor angels managed to screw up the Apocalypse, the implication being that it’s because God, Lucifer, the Winchesters and Castiel were all absent, and so The End wasn’t just a figment of Zachariah’s imagination, but what really happened. And with Lucifer dead in that world, not around to be the antagonist and keep things in check, Michael has basically gone crazy.

Chuck really did a spectacularly bad job as Father to the angels. They only need a bit of spite to energise them and they flower into the most noxious of weeds, smothering everything else around them during their self-absorbed tantrums. What does Michael even want with ParadiseEarth? Does he know, or does he just want it the way a baby wants a toy, and so he thinks it’s his to take? He’s not wearing a Winchester either (not one we know, anyway), so that also brings us right back around to the question of Dean being the Michael Sword. Methinks it’s a really bad time for Dean’s moral compass to be going wonky.

I found Lucifer interesting for the first time in ages in this ep. If I remember correctly, he was always ambivalent about the idea of the Apocalypse, because he liked Earth and having all those Humans to corrupt. But now he also has a son in the world; in other words, a stake in the continued existence of the world. I’m finding that super interesting. How will it change the choices he makes? I’m not expecting a redemption arc or anything like that, but I do think we’re going to see a different set of choices now Lucifer has someone he’s invested in as family. Can even Lucifer learn some humility once he’s the Father rather than the rebelling son?

To go back to the title of the ep, though, my favourite version of War of the Worlds is actually the musical. I see quite a few thematic similarities between some of the tracks and this season of Supernatural. Forever Autumn for instance, reminds me very strongly of Dean at the start of the season. The Spirit of Man I can easily see as a riff on what could happen if Michael actually gets out of Mordor. It does beg the question though, of what the equivalent of the deadly microbes would be. I have this horrible feeling it might be something like “love”, which has a pretty good track record of corrupting angels, but I can’t see many good ways of getting a shot of it inside of Michael. Maybe Rowena sticks some kind of magical bio-weapon in a vessel (Dean) and then they (Dean) says yes to Michael... because TFW does like to re-use strategies, and they never did get to play that one out with Amara in the end.

Why else bring back Ketch and potentially Rowena, reminding us of the whole secret-power-inside-a-body possibility at the same time? I mean, I know resurrection is a theme this season, and I’m always happy to see Rowena back, but UGH. I’d rather NOT end the season with Michael wearing Dean, and Dean wearing a crown of blackberry thorns, if you get my drift.

In other news, Dean’s moral compass seems to be working again this ep, as he spotted that Ketch was sketchy right from the start, and he picked up on Cas being weird on the phone too. Could it be a fake-out that pays off later? If his moral compass is still on the fritz after all, it means Ketch was probably saying some truth in this bit of dialogue:

KETCH: I believe you're familiar with the witch Rowena MacLeod? She was captured by the British Men of Letters some years back. I discovered she'd sewn a powerful charm into her body that could bring her back should she be killed. I struck a deal wherein she did the same for me in return for allowing her to escape. SAM: So after we dumped your body, you- KETCH: Good as new. Only problem is, one the device is used, it needs to be recharged. DEAN: Which is why you're hunting for Rowena. Well, sorry. Lucifer burned her up. She's dead. KETCH: Is she? DEAN: Why'd you come here? You could've run. KETCH: Did it ever occur to you, Dean, that I might actually be one of the good guys? DEAN: No. Not even once. KETCH: You and I were soldiers in opposing armies who were at war. DEAN: Well, the thing about war is, one side wins. KETCH: I suppose you're right. (x)

So which bit is the potential truthiness? Is Ketch a good guy? *quietly gags, please nooooooo* Or is Rowena alive *yis pls*. Or... can you have a war in which one side doesn’t win?!?! Morder, I’m looking at you.

My foreshadowing senses are tingling. Let me just float this idea now and get it out there where I can poke it with a stick... maybe all three of these things will be true. For a certain value of true. And that would definitely mean Dean’s radar is still wonky.

This ep we have another character who recognises the Winchesters/Hunters. The witch who got away from Ketch fears them, but rightly considers them the lesser of two evils as long as she’s the victim. I’m liking this theme a lot, and I wonder where they’re going with it? I kind of hope that maybe we’ll get some more references to Carver Edlund’s books if this plot thread unspools for more than a few episodes. I’ve never felt that the villains really used that resource enough, you know? I kind of want Michael to get his hands on them, or maybe Kevin.

Which brings me to the final thing about this episode’s title -- the Orson Welles radio play of Wr of the Worlds. It’s famous for causing a panic when it aired, as people thought it was real. Or did they??? Wikipedia tells me:

The first two-thirds of the 60-minute broadcast were presented as a news bulletin and is often described as having led to outrage and panic by some listeners who had believed the events described in the program were real. However, later critics point out that the supposed panic seems to have been exaggerated by newspapers of the time seeking to discredit radio as a source of information. (x)

Ahhhhh. I did not know that. I’m starting to understand why my story brain is so hung up on the reputation of the Winchesters this season, and why it’s important that other characters have heard of them or of Hunters more generally. Propaganda and misinformation are an important part of any war, and they can play out in unexpected ways. We got a bit of this last season with how woefully wrong the BMoL’s intel was on the Winchesters, and I wanted that to pay off more than it did in the end. But I’m more than happy for it to pay off this season instead, with Michael and his posse. Supernatural’s story-within-the-story could use a good shake-up at this point, and giving us some new insight into the stories people tell about the Winchesters would be a clever way to revisit the Metatron arc without resurrecting him too.

For an ep that focused so much on characters I’m not that fond of (Lucifer, Ketch), I enjoyed it quite a lot for the way it’s opened up the narrative in new directions. It’s actual plot wasn’t that strong, but I was happy to be carried along by the revelations.

The final thing I want to say about this ep is that Dean and I are brain-twins on the Evil Colonel Sanders front -- it’s a perfect name for him.

I like heists if they do something fun, so I found the plot of The Scorpion and the Frog episode enjoyable enough. The way Sam and Dean disarmed the booby-trap made me laugh out loud! Zoooooooom, zwot, thwop-thwop-thwop. Classic.

As this isn’t a myth-arc ep, the most interesting meta stuff arises from the title and theme. I’m sure you’ve all heard of the parable of The Scorpion and the Frog, so I won’t repeat it here, except for the axiom it ends with: “When the frog asks the scorpion why [it stung him], the scorpion replies that it was in its nature to do so” (x).

This title pretty directly evokes the show’s current major theme -- nature vs nurture -- and this season’s variation on it -- who’s your daddy?

As you’d expect at this point in the season, the ep raises a lot of questions about the theme: Do people really have an essential nature, or can they change their spots? Who in the episode is the scorpion and who is the frog? Is the scorpion the demon who can’t help but lie and use people? Is it the father who can’t help but try and save his son, and then turns bitter when he fails? Is it the Hunters who can’t help but hunt, even when they don’t intend to? Is it the victim who takes her shot at ending her suffering when offered the means? I could ask a similar set of questions about who is the frog.

Not to mention:

What qualities make for a good father?

Can somone overcome their (or their father’s) nature?

How do stories about the Winchesters affect they way people interact with them?

Hunters gotta hunt?

Can a frog be a scorpion in disguse? And if so, is that how they’ll sting Michael?

Is Dean’s moral compass wonky or not?

The more I think about all these questions, the less sure I get. Must be getting close to the middle of the season. :)

Barthamus the Crossroads Demon is another character who has heard of the Winchesters, and thinks he knows everything he needs to about them in order to get to the other side of the river on their backs.

Much as Evil Colonel Sanders is Lucifer!lite, Bart is Crowley!lite. He saw how Crowley worked with the Winchesters, and decided to take a leaf out of his book, but doesn’t understand the larger consequences of that choice. So far Crowley is the only antagonist who has ever realised that the Winchesters are always more dangerous than their enemies think -- they have taken down Gods and monsters, and even Death cannot stop them for long. It was almost inevitable that they would hunt Bart, no matter what was at stake (does that make them the scorpion?). Add in Smash, an actual victim, who Dean uses his supernatural bonding skills on, and that outcome went to a 100% certainty. This dilemma is prefigured early in the episode:

DEAN: You know, this could be a trap. I mean he could work for Asmodeus. SAM: Yeah, but what if he's telling the truth? DEAN: You know, after Crowley, I told myself, no more demons. SAM: Dean, we don't even know what this guy's deal is. DEAN: Yeah, we do. He's a freakin' demon. SAM: Yeah, but you said it yourself, we need a miracle. And maybe this is it. DEAN: You know what "miracles" are called from demons? I don't know, but I'm pretty sure it's not "miracles". SAM: How about this? Let's hear the guy out. DEAN: All right, and after that, we kill him.

They enter the Smile Diner.

Did anyone else hear the name of this diner and think of Hamlet and the whole, “one may smile, and smile, and be a villain” speech? It really made me think of Crowley too -- if you go read the speech, you’ll see what I mean: http://nfs.sparknotes.com/hamlet/page_66.html.

BARTHAMUS: The famous Winchesters. DEAN: Some random demon. BARTHAMUS: Barthamus. Bart's fine. Please, sit. I ordered cherry pie. DEAN: Well, Bart, don't know what you've heard about us, but… BARTHAMUS: Everything. I've been following your careers a long time. You're a real pain in the pitchfork. And the halo. Natural disrupters. We have that in common, you and I. DEAN: Mm. Yeah, we're twinsies. (x)

Dean was a much better demon than this, and Dean was basically a shitty demon. Dean’s moral compass seems to be working perfectly here, though: some random demon, indeed.

Except... there’s the way the episode ends.

DEAN: You okay? SAM: Yeah, not really. Not exactly the best day, you know? DEAN: Well, it's not the worst. We did save somebody. That felt good. SAM: Yeah. Yeah, it did. But… [Sighs] back to square one with Jack. DEAN: We'll figure something else out. And if that doesn't work, then we'll move on to next, and then whatever's after that. We just keep working, 'cause it's what we do. SAM: It feels really good to hear you talk like that again. DEAN: I'll drink to that.

Sam and Dean clink their beer bottles and take a drink. (x)

So is Dean right here, too?

“It’s what we do,” Dean says about Hunting, as though he and Sam are only and entirely defined by Hunting, and that they do have an essential nature that can’t be changed, despite Dean’s recent bout of feelings.

If that’s really true, it’s an enormous problem, both for themselves and for Jack. Toxic masculinity is part of what they always do. Abusive fathers, the MoL’s sexism, the Angel breeding program, Mary/Dean making a deal, John/Sam sacrificing themselves...

If a person’s nature can’t ever be changed, all of these patterns are what the Winchesters are made up of and will always remain. That isn’t a very hopeful picture, so I kind of hope Dean’s wrong about he and Sam being nothing but their work.

Can people change? Can they make different choices? Will the Winchesters make the same mistakes all over again at the end of the season -- will they sting the frog and doom themselves? Or will they try out new and better mistakes, and make it safely to the other side of the river along with the frog?

I guess we’ll find out soon enough. I’m hoping for something new, but I gotta say, I’m starting to think that Castiel and Jack are the frogs.

Previously:

I never opened myself this way (13x01 and 13x02)

You say you've only got one life to live (13x03, 13x04, 13x05)

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I swear I’m no angel

Requested: By anon

Word count: 1573

Pairing: Lucifer x winged (non-angel) reader

Kind of fluffy

No warnings that I can think of

Masterlist

A/N: I’m sorry if this is really bad I might come back to this request and try and write it again. Also, let me know if you want to be tagged in my fics. thank you for reading. Feedback is appreciated! You had been hunting with the Winchesters for a couple of years now, you knew that witches were bad news.

You should have called for backup but the boys were busy taking care of Lucifer because Cas had other angelic things to attend to and they needed to know you could hunt by yourself.

“Honey I’m home” “oh that's right I’m single, hey boys”

You say as you enter the bunker.

You hear a low chuckle from the library as you walk in and see Dean fast asleep, his head on the table while Sam has his headphones in while researching.

You realised the chuckle came from Lucifer, it surprised you, you didn’t think he was the joking type.

“It's nice to see someone who can appreciate my humour,” you say extending a hand to Lucifer.

“I’m (Y/N) (L/N), nice to meet ya angel” Lucifer looks at your hand checking if you were trying to poison him or something, he looked shocked when you called him an angel. But after the shock settled he shook your hand.

“I guess it's nice to meet you, you seem better than these two idiots,” he says gesturing to Sam and Dean.

Sam by now has noticed you're back and looks at your exchange with Lucifer.

“Eh, there okay,” you say laughing.

“anyway Sam I need to speak with you and Dean, we need to speak with Cass as soon as possible”

“What's wrong (Y/N)?” Sam asks voice drenched with concern.

“Uh the hunt I went on in Point Bluff Arkansas didn’t go too well and uh thewitchkindahexedmeandgavemewingsbutimdefinatelynotanangel” You say saying the rest as fast as you can hoping Lucifer didn’t understand what you just said.

You had always liked Lucifer you wouldn’t admit it but you harboured a huge crush on the beautiful angel. You felt embarrassed that the first solo hunt you went on you ended up getting hexed.

But you're crush was so taboo, so you just left it behind a curtain in your brain and moved on with life.

“Say that again but slower this time (Y/N)” Sam said trying not to laugh.

“Okay, the hunt I went on in Point Bluff Arkansas didn’t go well and uh the witch kinda uh hexed me and gave me wings but I’m definitely not an angel” you chuckle nervously.

You noticed that Dean had woken up while you were telling Sam what had happened.

“What!” “you can’t be serious (Y/N)” the brothers say simultaneously

“Heh, uh I’m dead serious”

You felt quite annoyed because you realised now Dean was going to tease you until you got rid of them.

“Show them to us, it might help us figure out what hex it was,” Sam said trying to be more helpful than Dean.

You didn’t like the idea of showing the boys you're wings, it felt wrong and you were worried because they weren’t very beautiful.

“Um, okay just don’t laugh,” You say looking dejected.

“Wait!” Lucifer shouts, reminding you that he was still in the room.

“You should wait for my little brother to come back, showing a human you're wings is like being naked in front of them” Lucifer explained.

“But she’s not an angel,” Dean says confused why you couldn’t just show them you're wings.

“She doesn’t have an angels grace, we don’t know what kind of hex this witch used and we don’t want to risk any embarrassment or harm if she ends up having or needing grace”

You and the brothers were quite surprised that Lucifer was concerned that it might cause you embarrassment, but then again if there was a chance you were an angel now, he would treat you differently.

“Well, I guess we should get praying,” you say interrupting the silent war going on between Lucifer and the Winchesters.

Sam and Dean left to go to there rooms to call or pray to Cass, whereas you stayed in the library because the boys didn’t want Lucifer to be left alone.

Lucifer watched as you got down on your knees and clasp your hands together.

“Castiel I pray to thee, I need your help Cass I got hexed and now I have wings, please come to the bunker as soon as possible, thanks see ya soon Cass”

Lucifer had tilted his head and he looked at you confused.

“What's wrong angel?” you ask concerned that you might have accidentally shown you're wings.

“I just haven’t seen anyone pray like that in a while,” Lucifer said.

“Well I guess I always pray to angels like that, I guess I don’t want to offend them even if we're friends”.You say as you get up.

“Hello (Y/N), you prayed to me, what's wrong?” Cass said checking your body for injuries

“Well I got hexed and now I have wings”

Sam and Dean come back into the library happy to see Cass had arrived.

One hour later-

“So basically you killed the witch but as she was dying threw powder at you and gave you wings,” Sam says trying to make sure he got all the details correct.

“It sounds like she gave you red bull,” Dean says laughing.

“I do not understand Dean, why would the witch give (Y/N) a red coloured bull? And where would you find one?” Cass asks confused.

“He was making a joke little brother,” Lucifer says joining the conversation.

“So anyway what are we going to do about my wings Cass? Am I showing them to you or?”

“Well (Y/N) you understand how intimate it is to show one's wings”

“Yes Cass, I understand plus you're one of my best friends I trust you”

“Very well, Sam Dean please go to your rooms or something we need you out of the room”

“But why does Lucifer get to stay and we don’t?” Dean asks.

“Because he's the only other angel here, I'll be fine Dean,” you say as he and Sam walk away begrudgingly.

“Okay, uh, welp my wings are out,” you say looking down at your feet.

Behind you, stretched out were two huge wings with black feathers that had white tips. You thought of they looked quite plain and weren’t very beautiful because of it.

Lucifer and Cass stood in front of you looking at them in awe.

“They are very beautiful (Y/N)” Cass says softly.

“They look like my own wings before the fall,” Lucifer said, looking as if he was upset by the reminder.

“Oh, thank you, Cass, I don’t feel like their beautiful they seem too plain,” you say shyly.

“Well you can put your wings away now, they are definitely angel wings and we’ll get into research, hopefully, it's reversible,” Cass said.

“Wow, thanks for the reassurance Cass,” you say as you put away your wings and start grabbing books.

-2 hours later-

“(Y/N) I think this might be a lost cause, I’m sorry but there's just no information on a hex that gives you wings,” Dean says softly.

“I think you're right Deano, but it's okay I mean I always wanted wings maybe I’ll be able to fly or somethin’” You reply.

-3 months later-

You had gotten closer with Lucifer much to Deans dismay and Sam's concern. Sam found out about your crush a few weeks ago, he accidentally read your journal.

You had adapted to having wings, it was hard at first but having two angels for best friends helped. Although Lucifer had a fascination with your wings and would always ask to groom them for you while you were alone.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay while we're gone (Y/N), I mean Cass could stay behind with you and Lucifer?” Dean asks, trying not to show his hate for Lucifer and failing miserably.

“We’ll be fine, plus you need Cass on this hunt, me and Luce hang out all the time,” you say trying to reassure him.

As team free will left you walked into the library to read while Lucifer groomed your wings.

“Hey, Luce if you don’t mind me asking why do you like grooming my wings?” you ask as you mark you're page and place your book in front of you.

Lucifer looks at you surprised, then you notice the light blush on his cheeks before he runs off to his room.

You sit there shocked before you slowly get up and put away your wings and run after Lucifer into his room.

“What's wrong Luce?, you know you can tell me anything, right?” you never thought that Lucifer could be shy but then again the Winchesters only knew him at his worst.

“I don’t want to ruin you” He whispered.

“What do you mean?, you would never ruin me, you're good Lucifer, yeah you've made mistakes but we all have and you're now doing good which should mean something” you explain.

Lucifer looks up at you hopeful, he stands up and mumbles something before he slowly leans in to kiss you, he leaves enough room for you to back away but you close the distance between you and kiss back.

As you pull away for air you both smile at each other.

“I never thought you’d feel the same” you and lucifer say at the same time.

You both laughed, “so what happens now?” you ask.

“Well, how about we go on a date and see where that goes?”

“Sure” you reply.

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Memento Mori (Chapter One) by strengthcas

Rating: M Pairing: Destiel Word Count: 2,205 Summary: Castiel had known the moment he returned to that post-apocalyptic alternate reality that he was in grave danger. And as he walked across the dirt with his head held high and the stench of ash and death engulfing him with each step, Castiel thought nothing of it. Facing death was nothing new. Putting his life on the line for those he cared about seemed like no issue at all, especially now. Sam and Dean would think otherwise, of course, Castiel knew that as well. Link: Click here.

Castiel had known the moment he returned to that post-apocalyptic alternate reality that he was in grave danger. And as he walked across the dirt with his head held high and the stench of ash and death engulfing him with each step, Castiel thought nothing of it. Facing death was nothing new. Putting his life on the line for those he cared about seemed like no issue at all, especially now. Sam and Dean would think otherwise, of course, Castiel knew that as well.

Which is why he refused to turn around at the sound of Dean’s voice calling his name, thick with disbelief and anger and… grief. His voice even lingered in the air after Sam was able to drag Dean through the doorway and back to their own world. Then it was just Castiel and Lucifer and Crowley’s dead body laying only a few feet away. Another life Castiel was unable to save, despite the fact he wasn’t especially fond of the guy. Still, Crowley had helped them. Had at least made an effort to banish Lucifer to rot in this apocalyptic Earth. And Castiel couldn’t save him.

Seeing Crowley’s lifeless body didn’t deter Castiel, though, and he refused to show any signs of remorse as he advanced toward Lucifer with the angel blade in hand. In just a few minutes, the gateway would close forever. It only took Castiel a few moments to realize that he had two options: kill Lucifer and return to Sam and Dean or keep his brother occupied long enough to lock them both in this eternal Hell and far away from the Winchester’s. Both options would satisfy Castiel. Both options would save Sam and Dean from additional dilemmas concerning the Devil himself and that’s all that mattered.

“We can handle ourselves, Cas,” Dean had told him, his voice slow and calculating, obviously tainted by the alcohol he had been milking for most of the day. This declaration came only a few weeks ago after Castiel insisted he help with the Lucifer problem. “It’s not like we haven’t done it before. Besides, you should be taking care of yourself, all right?”

Castiel had been sitting across from Dean, staring at the table and wishing that Sam hadn’t gone to bed so early. Sam would’ve agreed with Castiel. He never seemed to mind if Castiel was willing to help. Sam treated Castiel like an adult, although Castiel was much older than any of the adults currently residing on Earth. Dean didn’t have to treat him like a child. It only made Castiel feel cold and useless. As if he weren’t thousands of years old.

He knew better than that, though. Castiel knew that Dean was only worried about his safety.

Still, it made Castiel feel insignificant.

For years, he had only managed to let Dean down. Sam, too. Again, and again, Castiel kept failing. Surely that’s what Dean had truly meant. That despite his years of experience, Castiel would only make matters worse. He wasn’t the angel he used to be. He had lost his wings and even his strength and stamina wasn’t up to par. Castiel was an embarrassing excuse for an angel, but at least he was trying.

“I want to help,” Castiel responded firmly, finally pulling his gaze up to meet Dean’s eyes. “You told me we would find a better way and this is a better way. We work better together, you said so yourself.” His brow furrowed then, trying to remember something Dean had said offhandedly. “Team Freewell,” Castiel nodded his head with a fierce determination in his eyes. He wasn’t sure what it meant when Dean had said it or who this ‘Freewell’ person was, back when Castiel had tried, and failed, to return Dean’s Top 13 Zepp Traxx mixtape, but it had seemed to mean something significant to Dean. They were a team, in any case. All three of them.

And then Dean smiled brilliantly and for a brief second, Castiel felt like he could breathe. The hunter set his glass of whiskey down on the table just before he let his head fall back in a fit of laughter. Fleetingly, Castiel wondered just how much Dean had to drink. He would be hurt at the implications of Dean laughing in Castiel’s face about wanting to help but seeing the amusement on Dean’s face was definitely worth it. Castiel didn’t interrupt him. Instead, he sat patiently, waiting for the laughter to die down. For a second, everything seemed to be completely fine.

Even now, if Castiel listened closely, he could hear Dean’s laughter still ringing in his ears.

Dean never offered Castiel an explanation as to what was so funny. And Castiel found it ridiculous that now, as he was progressing on Lucifer, he wished he’d had the courage to ask.

Lucifer was standing only a meter away now, still distracted by Crowley’s death it seemed; something Castiel didn’t want to think too much about. He didn’t have a lot of time and thankfully, his brother was too distracted to put up much a fight as Castiel advanced on him. It was clear now that Castiel needed to harm Lucifer, or at least try to. At least to buy him some time.

He had his angel blade with him; the silver weapon a near weightless object in his hand. Strange how such a simple, triple-edged dagger could cause so much harm to a celestial being. However, despite its powerful capabilities, Castiel didn’t have much faith that it would kill Lucifer. Harm him, of course, but death was out of question. It was no archangel blade, unfortunately, and Lucifer was well aware of that fact.

Castiel could vaguely make out the bullet holes in Lucifer’s jacket; remnants of when Dean had tried to kill Lucifer with those handmade bullets Bobby had mentioned earlier. Frankly, Lucifer didn’t seem wounded at all. But considering that Sam and Dean had managed to make it out of this parallel world in one piece, he, too, might actually be able to make it out alive. All he had to do was hurry.

Lucifer was loosely aware of Castiel’s presence but it was too late. Without wasting another second, Castiel sunk his angel blade deep into Lucifer’s abdomen and watched as his brother’s irises shifted into an angry, red, hue. Lucifer sunk forward, leaning into the blade and glancing down at the weapon in disbelief, as if it had personally offended him.

Which, Castiel figured, it probably did.

For good measure, Castiel pulled the blade out and stabbed his brother once more.

This time, Lucifer’s knees gave out and he fell to the ground. The red in his eyes was more furious than before, but Castiel didn’t have much time react; or to think properly at all. He could feel the air shift around him: a tingling sensation much like electricity pulsing through his bones and screaming at him to hurry up. To move.

The tear in space and time was closing, and Castiel didn’t have much time.

Castiel released the angel blade and spun around to look at the doorway as Lucifer’s body fell to the ground. Lucifer was in pain, a long string of curses leaving his lips as he clutched at his abdomen. The blade was still buried deep inside of him, the flesh around the wound glowing and exposing Lucifer’s angelic grace. If luck was on Castiel’s side, it would allow him just enough time to get through the veil just before it closes, leaving Lucifer wounded and suffering on the ground. On an entirely different world. Safely away from the Winchester’s and Jack, his biological son. Safely away from the world that he had grown to love and protect for thousands of years.

With that in mind, Castiel ran.

Shortly after Castiel’s return from purgatory a few years ago, Sam came to him.

“I’m glad you’re okay, Cas,” He said, and for the first time, Castiel noticed the prominent worry lines between Sam’s eyebrows. Dean had ventured off to the nearest grocery store to buy Sam’s ‘rabbit food’ and Sam had practically shoved Dean out of the door and claimed that after all this time away, he thought Dean would enjoy some alone time with his car. Dean immediately agreed and took off, leaving Sam and Castiel at the Radburry Inn.

Castiel was reading the local newspaper quietly, minding his own business and searching for any possible leads. Naomi had given him strict orders: check in on the Winchester’s and report back with any pertinent information. At the time, Castiel didn’t have much to report back on.

“I mean it. Don’t tell Dean I told you this, but… He thought he was going mad. I thought he was going mad,” Sam continued, moving to sit on the edge of the bed, near Castiel’s chair. Castiel had no choice but to set the newspaper down on the table and give Sam his undivided attention.

“That wasn’t my intention, he knows that. I’m still not entirely sure how I was able to return. Blaming himself won’t help anything.” Castiel sighed, “I’m safe. I’m alive.”

Sam didn’t look convinced, “That’s not what I mean. I mean, yeah, that’s true, but…” Castiel could hear the hesitation in Sam’s voice, and truthfully Castiel was also losing his patience. “Dean was seeing you everywhere. Even before you came back. He couldn’t sleep. He was drinking too much. Still is.”

“I’m not entirely sure what you want me–“

“It reminded me of when I lost Jess.”

Castiel didn’t want to put Dean through that again. It was torturous years ago, and surely it would be torturous now. Sam didn’t go into depth about his visions of Jess, but Sam didn’t need to. The problem with Dean was that he just cared a little too much. The problem with Dean was that he kept it all bottled inside.

Running has always seemed like a useless human activity. Up until Castiel was human himself, he never thought much of it. Of course, physical fitness was imperative, but Castiel didn’t need it. He was always healthy. Had always been able to heal himself should he get hurt. In a human vessel, Castiel didn’t even age. It was something he took for granted.

Especially now, as he felt the rippling electricity deep beneath his skin, urging him to go faster. Castiel was fast. Or, rather, his vessel was pretty fast. If he still had his wings, though, he’d fly.

He didn’t dare turn around for fear of wasting precious time. Lucifer’s wounds were horrendous and Castiel prayed, for the first time in a long time, that it would be enough. God didn’t respond, though. And neither did the other angels. In fact, Castiel didn’t hear anything on the angel radio. Nothing but the soft chattering of rogue angels from this apocalyptic universe. Offhandedly, Castiel thought that he wouldn’t be able to reach God. Not his God, at least. Not Chuck.

It didn’t matter, though. Castiel was close. And thankfully, he couldn’t hear any movement behind him. He needed this. He needed to prove to Dean that he could come back with a win, something that would portray just how valuable he was. After everything that they had been through, Castiel knew that if he could just succeed in this one thing, it might change Dean’s view of him.

And Castiel thought, long and hard about Dean’s smile. About how vibrant and stress-free it was. How it seemed to take years off of Dean’s age. He used that image as motivation to push forward and reach out toward the gateway.

Darkness shrouded him.

In an instant, Castiel could hear the sound of water lapping at the shore and he could feel a gentle breeze brush against his skin and ruffle his hair, calm and reassuring. Sam and Dean were standing in front of him, both appearing desperately relieved to see Castiel alive and unharmed. Sam’s worry lines softened and Dean’s shoulder’s relaxed. And not for the first time, Castiel thought that this was all he needed.

“Cas.” Sam breathed out with a small smile resting on his face.

Castiel’s relief only lasted a second.

It was the sharp, searing pain that pulled Castiel back to reality. He didn’t have enough time to react. It would’ve been too late, anyway. Every ounce of grace that flowed through his veins felt as though it was on fire, a poison that was quickly tearing him apart from the inside out.

Castiel knew instantly that he failed and his first thought was that he’d never get the chance to properly ask Dean what was so funny all those days ago. He’d never get the chance to hear his laughter again or watch as his head fell back with the intensity of it.

Desperately, Castiel reached out for that memory. If anything, at least he’d be comforted by the sweet sound of Dean’s voice and his laughter. Please, God.

But the pain was too overwhelming.

Dean’s blood-curdling cry was the last thing he heard.

#destiel #thespngraphicmakersnet #spnoriginalcontentnet #destiel ficlet #destiel fanfiction #my stuff #my writing #so i had this idea for a fic for a long time and i finally started working on it #i'm not good a summaries but i hope you get the idea lol #comments and critiques are welcome and encouraged #fjfdslkfjsdlkfjdsl #also i'm still working on my writing skills so eyah #also if you're not caught up on season 12 don't read sorry lol #season 12

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Meeting Your Archangel (Michael X Reader)

You were out hunting a nest with the boys, but there were more vampires than you and the boys could handle. You had gotten your leg broken by a vampire tossing you from the second story catwalk into a car. That was weeks ago, and the boys had finally drove you home from the hospital. They knew that they couldn't just forget that the Darkness was loose. You and the boys were coming up with a plan to get rid of them, and an idea came to your head. There is no way they'll agree, but it's worth a shot. "What about Michael?" It went so silent you could hear a pen drop. "Y/n.... are you serious?" Dean cried. "He wants me as his vessel!" "I know that, but it's better than Lucifer, who would kill to get to Sammy!" You replied. "You may not be blood, but I love you two idiots like brothers. I thought about Lucifer, and I knew that it would be bad for Sam." Dean thought it over for a while and Sam took a breath. "Listen, Dean, if you don't want Michael here-" "No, Sammy, y/n's right. We should get Michael," Dean interrupted. "Awesome. Sam, pass me-" "Hell no, kiddo," Sam chuckled. "You ain't coming. If we need to get out of there fast, we can't carry you out." "Sam, I've got two long poles," you said. "I can defend myself." "Against archangels?" Dean asked. ".... fine. Go. Just.... if I'm asleep, keep that creep out of my room." Dean laughed. "Of course," he grabbed his keys. "We'll be back." Later, after you were fast asleep, the door to the bunker opened and three figures walked through. "-and rule number 3: don't scare y/n or touch her stuff. She will hit you with her crunch, and I have experience," Dean finished before shushing himself. "She's out." Michael was very curious on who this badass y/n was, for he never met her. As he peeked across the couch, he saw you on your stomach, your face buried in the couch, and your leg wrapped in a f/c cast. Michael was staring at you until Dean screamed obnoxiously, "HEY Y/N WE'RE HOME WITH MICHAEL!!!!!!" You flipped over on your back and sat up, your hair in your face as the tv played Arrow, who said "you have failed this city" while you pushed your hair out of your face. "That's Michael?" You asked. The archangel was staring at you. "Yeah," Sam said. Your hair was still in your face and you were forcefully pushing it back, but it just fell back where it was. "OH MY GOD THIS SHIT!!!" you yelled, blowing a string of messy hair out of your face. Dean laughed at you and when you went to grab your crunch to stand he snatched it away. "Deeeean! You're so mean! Give me my spare leg back!" You whined. Sam rolled his eyes and sat on the other couch. Michael was simpily watching. "He's bullying me!" "Dean! Stop bullying y/n," Sam chuckled. "Haha! Get if you can, kiddo!" Dean teased, holding the crunch over his head. The other crunch was by Michael. "Michael! Pass me my crunch!" You called. Michael looked at the crunch, at you, and at Dean before smirking at you and sitting down at your feet. "Asshole!" "Now that you're stuck on the couch...." Dean quickly straddled your hips and dug his fingers into your sides, spidering them all the way up to your underarms. You shrieked with laughter while kicking your free leg. You felt something hard under your foot, but didn't exactly care until Michael grunted and stilled your foot with his hand. "Stop kicking me, little human!" The archangel groaned. Sam laughed when you snorted. "Dehehehehe ahahaha lehehehet me gohoho!" You laughed out. "Mihihichael hehehehelp! Hehehe's torturing mehehehe!" "He won't help you!" Dean grinned. You were trying to push his hands away from your ribs when Sam finally told Dean off. "Dean, she's had enough," Sam interfered. Dean whined a little but released you from torment, causing you to wrap your arms around your torso to get rid of the extra tickles. "Geehee... thanks for the hehelp Michael," you giggled out. Michael chuckled without smiling. "Is this what the men of letters have come to. Breaking legs, kicking angels, and tickling each other?" Michael asked. "Can you heal this?" You asked. Michael nodded. "Of course. I can do pretty much anything." "Will you heal me?" You asked. "We took you in," Dean said. You gave him a confused look. "Oh yeah, he's staying in the bunker after he destroys the Darkness." "You didn't tell me this earlier?" "I was busy bullying you!" Dean teased. Michae sighed before placing two fingers on your forehead, healing your leg and getting rid of the cast. You were left in jeans and a dark green tee shirt. You smiled, stood up, walked around, and sat back down next to Michael. You wrapped your arms around his neck. "Thanks Michael!" You smiled. Michael's ears and cheeks went red with embarrassment. After you hugged him, and everyone was watching a nice movie, a question crossed your mind. "Hey Michael," you called. "Are you ticklish?" "No," he replied like he knew it was coming. "Have you ever been tickled?" "When I was very young. Very, very young." You nodded, not believing it for a second, before returning to the movie. After you knew the movie was drawing to an end, you stretched and purposly ran your fingers across Michael's stomach and ribs. He flinched and whined at the touch, trying to be quiet about it. "Ticklish?" You asked. "No." "You sureeeee?" You started to wiggle your fingers into his ribs. He squirmed until you got the oppurtunity to push him down on the couch and straddle his thighs. "Guys! Michael's ticklish!" "What?!" Sam and Dean jumped in and stared. "I am so getting Charlie!" Dean ran off to find the girl in the large bunker. You started to tickle his stomach lightly. "Now.... Dean's your vessel, and you claim there is no difference between you two. Let's see if you're as ticklish as Dean is on his hips," you drove your thumbs into the curves of his hips. Michael screamed. This wasn't even laughter, he was just screaming in ticklish agony. "I was right!" You smiled as his screaming turned into loud, uncontrollable laughter. "Tickle tickle Michael!" Charlie walked through the door and stood surprised as you dug your fingers into his hips. Michael was in tickle hell. "Can I help?!" The IT girl asked. "Yeah! Let's torture Michael!" You grinned. Michael yelled his arguement but Charlie was already on his shins, unlacing his shoes quickly. "Everywhere Dean is ticklish, so is Michael." "So.... everywhere." "Yup." Charlie peeled his socks off and started to scrape her long nails down the soft soles. Michael squealed and went into silent laughter. I rolled his shirt up and bent my head down, putting my lips on his stomach. "NOHOHOHO! NOHO PLEHEHEASE!" He screamed. "STOHOHOHOP!" You started blowing raspberries all over his stomach. Charlie let up on his feet, and the raspberries had him giggling and snorting adorably. "Poor wittle Michael," you teased. "Such a ticklish little angel!" "Heheheelp!" He laughed brightly. Charlie put a hand on your shoulder. "I'm not one for mercy, but I feel sorry for him." You chuckled. "Fine," you stood up and Michael curled into a ball and buried his face into the pillows of the couch to hide his blushing face. "T-that wasn't.... wasn't fair," he huffed. "We know it wasn't," Charlie grinned. "Now, I'm going to sleep with the happy thought that Michael is ticklish." Michael blushed harder as Charlie ruffled his hair and went back to bed. You chuckled. Maybe Michael isn't too bad. After the Darkness was put away, you noticed that Michael was very shy around you. He would squirm uncomfortably when you sat next to him on the couch, and he refused to do anything with you. Sam and Dean had grown to like the archangel like a friend, but you felt way more strongly. You always wanted him to tell you if he felt the same, but he never wanted to be near you. Maybe I'm too ugly, you thought. You went to Charlie, of all people for advice. "Charlie.... does Michael like me?" You asked nervously. "I mean.... I know I'm pretty ugly, but-" "Listen, y/n, you're hot. Michael should like you, because you are very pretty," Charlie promised. "Why don't you ask him?" "He doesn't want to be around me." "Well, he's leaning on the doorframe behind you right now," Charlie chuckled. You spun around and saw Michael standing there, very surprised. You blushed slightly when Michael came to the bed and sat down. "I'll let you two use my room. Just nothing kinky." She winked before leaving. "Do you really think that about me?" His green eyes glowed with nervousness. "Yes, of course!" You smiled. His eyes glowed with happiness before he leaned in and kissed you, long and sweet. That is how you met your archangel.

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sunlightdances · 7 years

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Pairing: Dean x Female Reader Prompt: Comfort Rating: M Warnings: Canonical descriptions of violence, mild smut, language, descriptions of nightmare-induced panic attacks. Note: This was one of two one-word prompt fics I wrote for my recent follower celebration! Anon’s prompt was “comfort” and y'all know I’m a sucker for protective!Dean.

You’ve been separated from the Winchesters for three days. It didn’t happen on purpose - a demon hunt went bad, and you had to get the hell out of dodge before you were dead, basically.

You didn’t count on one of the demons hunting you down and knocking you out before you could get to a safe place, however. After an entire day and a half of trying and failing to escape, you finally made it out.

Now you’re in the middle of nowhere with no phone, and only your knife and gun to keep you company. You feel stupid. You should have insisted that you stay with Sam and Dean, but they wouldn’t hear it, making you swear up and down that you would get out of there if things went south.

All you can think about is that they’re either dead, or halfway there, and you’re not so good yourself. Before you got out of there, you took a pretty good beating, and you know you need help soon. You’ve tried praying to Cas, but so far… nothing.

You can only hope that Sam and Dean managed to get out of the abandoned barn you cornered the demons in, and that somehow they’re out there, looking for you. Dammit, you think, why didn’t they go to the meeting place?

After you walk for almost a half hour, you stumble on a gas station, and make a beeline for the payphone. You punch in a number that the Winchesters grilled you for hours with one day until you had it memorized.

“Yeah?” Dean’s gruff voice, slightly panicked, comes over the line, and you sigh in relief, suddenly feeling exhausted.

“Dean.”

“Kid? Kid– where the fuck are you?”

“I have no idea.” You say, feeling defeated. “I think– I’m at a gas station on some highway.”

“You were supposed to go to the Quik Mart, kid, goddamn, we thought you were dead–”

“You said to meet at the auto body shop on route 4, except, you know, the whole kidnapping thing made it so I don’t really know where I am.”

Dean sighs and you can just picture him pinching the bridge of his nose. “Look– are you okay? What– what happened?”

He sounds– he sounds so freaked out. It causes something to clench in your chest, and you have to take a few deep breaths to center yourself. You will not panic.

“I ran. You told me to run.”

“I know I told you to. But it’s been three days, and when you didn’t show at the meeting point, we had no idea if you were even–”

“Dean.” You say, firmly, getting his attention. “A little help?”

“Are you hurt?” He asks again, his voice deep and dangerous.

“I’m– yeah, Dean. I mean, not life threatening. But I definitely need stitches, and I don’t know how bad my face is. Can’t really see out of my left eye.”

“We’re coming for you, okay? Just– describe what you see.”

You give Dean a vague description, wondering how the hell they’re going to get to you when you couldn’t even name the highway you’re standing next to.

You lurk around inside the Gas ‘N Go for an hour before you hear the engine gunning into the parking lot, and you’re out the door before it comes to a full stop.

Sam and Dean get out quickly, and Sam gets to you first, his eyes dark with concern as he takes in the way you know you must look.

“Jesus Christ.” Dean says, when he gets closer. “Did you even try to stitch yourself up?”

“With what? I can hardly see.”

Dean switches tactics then, pulling you into his arms so quickly that you make a little yelping noise in surprise. He holds you close for long enough for you to feel his heart racing, and then lets go, looking you over. “Come on, let’s get back to the Bunker.” His voice is gruff, and he avoids your eyes.

They fill you in on the way back - they thought they were outnumbered, but Cas showed up right in the nick of time. They tried to catch up with you, but apparently the three of you couldn’t remember the meet-up point

You can tell Dean’s beating himself up. He hasn’t looked you in the eyes since they picked you up, and you roll your eyes.

“I’m not a basilisk, you know?” You say, and Sam snorts.

“The fuck are you talking about?” Dean asks, voice sharp.

“It’s not going to kill you to look me in the eye.” You explain, and he rolls his eyes.

“Harry Potter, really?”

“You get my point.” You brace yourself on the back of the bench seat, leaning over. “You haven’t said a word since you came to get me.”

Dean fidgets. “Yeah, well. You should save your strength.”

“That’s bullshit.” You tell him, fierce. “I swear, Dean, if you add this to the list of things you hate yourself for, I’m going to kick your ass.” You glare at him, and then regret your little tirade, because your ribs are killing you.

He must notice you flinch, because his entire face softens. You think he presses down on the gas pedal just a bit harder, too.

You get back to the bunker in record time, and Sam helps you out of the car when you get into the garage. They both fuss over you for a little while - Sam stitches you up the best he can while Dean gets something for you to put over your eye to take the swelling down.

Eventually you bat their hands away, grumbling about taking a shower. You feel like you haven’t been clean in a hundred years. Dean insists on sitting outside in case you’ve got a concussion.

“Just in case you crack your head open, or something.”

“You mean more than it already is?” You joke, but you stop when you see him go pale. “Sorry. Not funny.”

Dean swallows hard. “You were gone for three days, kid. Three days.” Dean looks down at his feet. “If anything happened to you, I would have–”

“Dean.” You say firmly. “I can handle myself. It was nothing you guys haven’t prepared me for! It wasn’t your fault.”

He just looks at you, that sad, distressed look that he gets when things don’t go as planned. “You shouldn’t have been alone. That was a stupid plan.”

You smile softly at him. “Dean… I wasn’t alone.”

He frowns. “Excuse me?”

“As soon as I found a phone, I called you because I knew you guys would drop everything and come to get me.” You fidget, picking at your nails. “My whole life, I’ve done everything by myself. So you need to stop apologizing, because I felt safe even when you weren’t right there to rescue me, or whatever outdated idea you’ve got in your head.”

Dean doesn’t say anything for a long minute, and when he does, his voice is a low rasp. “I’m always going to want to protect you, kid. That’s just who I am. I know I can be– I just don’t have it in me to watch another person I care about bite it because of me.”

You look at him with a sad smile. “You don’t have to worry about it, Dean. I promise.”

He mirrors your smile. “Go take a shower, you punk.” He says, nudging your shoulder with his. “Sorry I freaked.”

You know he’s going to wait outside the door no matter what you say, so you try to at least speed up your routine, although it’s difficult as you try to avoid any fresh stitches. When you finish up, he knocks.

“You okay?”

You put one hand on the counter by the sink to steady yourself. “Fine.” You frown, embarrassed. “I– Dean?”

The door opens just a crack. “You need me?” He asks, and it’s so soft, so genuine, you kind of hate yourself for wanting to hear those words come from him in a different context.

“I feel a little dizzy.” You tell him, deciding he’s already seen you at your worst.

He peeks in, and swallows when he sees you in just a short, fluffy robe. “Concussion?”

You shake your head. “I don’t think so. No headache or anything. I’m not seeing double. I just– I think I’m dehydrated, and I haven’t slept.”

“Okay.” Dean says, seemingly making up his mind about something. “Brace yourself.” He says before he bends his knees slightly, his arms going under your knees and around your back as he lifts you off the ground.

“What–”

“You’re going to bed. I’m not going to stand here and watch you stumble down the hallway.”

“Dean–”

“Kid. Just–” he huffs, frustrated. “Just let me do this.” His eyes are dark, almost pleading with you, so you decide to give in, for once.

He carries you down the hallway to your room and sets you down gently on the bed when he gets you inside. “Still dizzy?”

“A little.”

He urges you to lie down, and sits on the edge of the bed, eyes lingering on the bruising on your legs and arms. “I’m sorry, kid. We never should have split.”

You shrug. “It was a good plan. We just fucked up the ending part.” You smirk at him and he rolls his eyes.

“How’d you get out of there, anyway?”

You tell him about the three demons who managed to catch up with you after you took off at Sam and Dean’s urging, and how you had to fight them off for a few days as they kept trying to catch up with you. When they managed to knock you out, you waited until they went on some recon mission before getting yourself out of the ropes they tied you up with.

Dean’s eyes flicker to your red wrists, and to your black eye. “We’ll get the meeting point right next time,” He promises, and you smile.

“I know. Now get out of here; I’m tired.”

You wake up three hours later, your chest heaving so hard you can barely breathe. Somehow your blankets are kicked onto the floor and you try to remember what you were dreaming about, but all you can think about is being tied up in that shitty, damp basement with some demons waiting to turn you over to Lucifer, or whoever else they’re working for.

“Christ.” You mutter, trying to suck some air into your lungs. Your ankles and wrists burn where the ropes had been, and your muscles ache.

Suddenly, your door bursts open, and Dean’s there, gun drawn.

“What the hell?” You pant, still trying to catch your breath.

His eyes are wide as they take you in, the way your hair is sticking to your temples with sweat, and your limbs shake slightly. “You screamed.” He says, and your shoulders droop.

“Sorry. Must’ve been dreaming.”

He’s at your side in an instant when he sees how hard you’re breathing, as if you’ve just run a marathon. “Hey, hey.” His voice is low, soothing. He kneels next to the bed, and you instinctively scoot up to the edge. “You gotta calm down.”

“Trying.” You grit out, still trying to control your breathing.

“Look at me,” he says, his hand finding your cheek to direct your gaze. “You’re okay; take a deep breath.”

Dean keeps eye contact with you for a few moments as he helps you regulate your breathing. When you finally feel normal again, you open your eyes and see his much closer than you anticipated, causing your breath to hitch.

“That’s it,” he’s saying, “You’re alright. Keep breathing. You’re okay.”

You sit there for a minute, his hand cupping your face, your hand gripping his wrist, the two of you breathing in sync. His eyes haven’t left your face, and when he leans in, you almost laugh at how cliche it all is.

You meet him halfway, your lips parting instantly as he kisses you, something unraveling inside of you as he muffles a groan against your lips. The kiss turns deep right away, and you have to fight off a moan when Dean literally pulls you off the bed and into his lap.

You wrap your arms around his neck and he sighs into your mouth, pulling away from you just for a minute before he drops his forehead to rest in the crook of your neck.

“How hard are you going to punch me if I tell you I’ve been wanting to do that all night?” He asks, and you grin.

“Are you kidding? I’m covered in bruises and was covered in dirt when you found me.”

He shakes his head, lifting his eyes to meet yours. “Doesn’t matter. Pretty much always want to kiss you.” He frowns like he’s remembering something. “Your head okay? I shouldn’t–” He shuts his eyes. “Shit, you just had a panic attack, and here I am attacking you like an asshole.”

Your hand brushes over the side of his face. “I kissed you back, drama queen.”

When he smiles at you, it's a slow, beautiful thing. "Yeah. You did." He leans in again, and presses a soft kiss to your jaw, then your neck. His stubble scratches against you and when you squirm a bit, he laughs lightly. "Hmm." He hums against you, "Ticklish?"

You scoff as your hands find their way underneath his shirt. He shivers. "You wish, Winchester."

His mouth finds yours and his hands land on your hips, tugging you closer as he murmurs something against your skin that you don’t catch, though the tone of it has you sure it’s something filthy, and then it’s your turn to shiver.

“How is your skin this soft?” He asks, “This is impossible.” He noses the collar of your shirt aside, his lips ghosting over your shoulder and collarbone.

“It’s called soap.”

“Ohhh,” Dean plays along. “That’s what that is.”

You help him pull his shirt over his head, and he quiets down once your hands start roving over his chest, his jaw clenching. You eye him knowingly. “No one’s done this for you for awhile, have they.” You say softly. He opens his mouth to respond, but you cut him off. “I don’t just mean sex. I mean-- took care of you. Made you feel good.”

Dean flushes, but his hands tighten on your hips as he presses a kiss to the hollow of your throat. “I haven’t-- not with someone I wanted like this.”

You kiss his cheek and decide to lighten the mood. “Dean... am I taking your meaningful sex virginity?”

His eyes light up as he gapes at you before he laughs, a full laugh that makes him tilt his head back. “God. That’s terrible.”

His gaze is so fond on you, it kind of aches to look at him, so you look away, swallowing hard. You never meant to fall for Dean, you really didn’t. It’s just-- he’s so good. He doesn’t see it, either, and it kills you, because he deserves to be so, so happy.

“If you want to go...” You joke, “I’ll just stay here with my black eye and bad jokes.”

“Not a chance.” Dean says, without hesitation, causing your heart to flip.

He takes your face in his hands then and kisses you, the passion racketing up once more as you shift on his lap, your hands gripping his shoulders for leverage as he lifts his hips up to meet yours.

Dean groans into your mouth and tugs your hair lightly as one hand slides through the strands, and he barely gets a warning out before he’s standing, lifting you back on the bed.

He stretches out overtop of you, his hand running down your side firmly, blunt nails scratching you lightly, causing you to arch up against him. You hook your leg around his hip and he hums in satisfaction when you grind against him unconsciously.

“That’s it.” He says, almost mindlessly, his eyes dark, but sparkling. He gets your shirt off in the next few seconds, and then it feels like you’re practically ripping each other’s clothes off, your mouths landing on any bare skin they can find.

When he finally pushes into you, you both stare at each other, open-mouthed, until Dean lets out a long, shaky breath. He thrusts again, and again until you’re both seeing stars, and your toes are curling into the soft sheets below you.

Dean’s murmuring all sorts of dirty things in your ear about how good you feel, how tight and warm you are, how he’s dreamed about this a thousand times.

When you finally shatter, Dean’s right behind you, keeping his weight off you as best he can, mindful of your sore ribs and scattered bruises.

“Wow.” You say, breathless.

“Give me ten minutes and we’ll go again.” Dean says, grinning shark-like at you.

“I need to rest.” You chide, meaning it as a joke, but his face falls.

“Shit. Kid, I-- did I hurt you? God, I didn’t think, I just--”

“Dean, stop.” You say, hand on his chest. “You didn’t hurt me. I just need to catch my breath.”

Dean looks relieved, but still there’s a shadow of worry on his face. He must believe you, though, because he settles in bed with you, gathering you into his arms until you’re both sighing happily.

“Kid?”

“Yeah, Dean.”

“Don’t get separated from us again, okay? I couldn’t-- if something happens to you, I don’t know what I’ll do.”

Your heart flips. It’s not a confession of love, but it’s enough. It’s more than enough. “I won’t, Dean. I’ll be okay.”

Dean presses a lingering kiss to your temple, and the two of you drift off to a peaceful sleep.

#dean x reader #dean x you #spn reader insert

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ourloveisforthelovely · 6 years

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Fix You 14

A/n: trouble is brewing.

Link to Chapter 13

Words: 2,846

Pairings: Gabriel x OFC

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Meanwhile,

Lucifer sat in a small cafe with a bottle of wince in front of him. He was enjoying watching the drunken humans make total fools of themselves.

“Having fun?”

He looked up to see none other then Anael looking down at him. Lucifer gave him his best pouty smile.

“Awe did you miss me?”

Anael rolled her eyes before sitting down.

“Hardly, I am only here because I have news that could of some use to you.”

Lucifer put a hand on his heart acting like he was having a heart attack.

“Oh you are so hurtful! You are breaking my poor little heart! Now that I have gotten that out of my system, what do you have to tell me?”

Anael rolled her eyes. As much as she hated dealing with Lucifer at the moment it was good news to share. Lucifer's voice interrupted her thoughts,

“Did you find my kid? Please tell me that you did because I am getting a little impatient and you know how me and impatience doesn't go well together.”

Anael focused her cat like gaze on the prince of darkness before speaking.

“No, regrettably I was unable to locate you child as you asked however, I do know that you have other family that we could use.”

Lucifer scowled before slouching down in his chair.

“I doubt whatever you have to say isn't going to make me happy. You party pooper.”

Anael rolled her eyes.

“You have a niece and I think she would be of some interest to you. The angels are really concerned about her.”

Lucifer's eyes widened.

“A niece huh? Well look at that some other angel has been bad too! Why should I care about some other nephilim when I have my own kid to worry about?”

Anael smiled.

“Because she is half nephilim and half archangel.”\

Lucifer sat up straighter, looking clearly confused.

“Half archangel? What is Michael and Raphael up to?”

Anael smirked.

“It wasn't either of them.”

Lucifer's scowl became more defined.

“It's not possible! Gabriel is dead! I killed him!”

Anael rolled her eyes.

“Not quite. He's alive and kicking. Your niece is five years old and smart! The smartest I have ever seen. She has a lot of potential”

Lucifer looked completely baffled! Gabriel had literally placed him like a fiddle! Lucifer taught Gabriel all of his tricks and now they had been used against him.

“That little son of a bitch played me! He made me feel, feelings! I want you to go get that kid! I want her too!”

Anael snorted.

Lucifer stood. He was done listening to this bullshit!

“I'll go find them myself. I swear if you want something done right you have to do it yourself! This time that brother of mine is dying!”

Meanwhile, back with Team Free Will....

“Prove to me that you actually love me and that I can trust you....that's my word.”

Gabriel had to look away from Molly. There was that disappointed expression that he was given so often. Maybe Loki was right? Maybe he was a failure? He had it all with Molly before; someone who loved him and actually believed in him. He had put Molly through more than anyone in a relationship should!

Molly meanwhile, was keeping a close watch on the archangel before her. His face looked almost hopeless! Even after everything that he had put her through she still felt pain when she saw that look in his eyes.

“What happened to your face?”

She asked softly. Gabriel’s head snapped up as he thought about the ass beating that Loki had given him.

“Had my ass kicked.”

He said with an embarrassed expression. Molly’s worries expression intensified.

“It’s alright sugar. It wasn’t the worst thing that has happened to me.”

Molly didn’t look convinced enough. She walked to Gabriel putting her hand on his cheek healing the bruise.

“Is your grace weak again?”

Gabriel gave her a nervous chuckle.

“Yea, peach. Everything about me is weak apparently.”

Gabriel immediately reached out taking Molly’s hands in his.

“It isn’t your fault so please don’t even think it. Molly I’ll sing like a canary if it fixes things between us. I’ll let you know everything you want to know. You want my life story I’ll tell you every grimy detail.”

Molly was clearly surprised! She expected Gabriel to put up a fight or do one of his cunning little jokes. Sitting down on the bed, she patted the place beside her.

“Whatever you want to tell me.”

She said softly. Curiosity was definitely getting the better of her! Gabriel nodded as he joined her on the bed.

30 minutes later, Molly sat beside Gabriel with her mouth hanging open. Her head was spinning with everything that Gabriel had just told her! For a few moments she had no idea what to say to him! From hearing about his wreck of a “childhood” to his decision to leave heaven, up to getting his ass kicked by Loki...all of it was hard to hear!

“Gabriel, I...”

He shook his head.

“You don't have to say anything. Hopefully you can see why I didn't want to go and spill my guts to you. What kind of girl in the right mind would want to be with a guy like me?”

Molly answered without thinking.

Gabriel rolled his eyes. How could she said that he wasn't a failure? In his mind, he literally failed at everything he has ever done! He failed at being an archangel and he most definitely failed as a soulmate and father.

“Kinda hard for it not to be.”

Molly stood up fighting the urge to cuddle the archangel. He looked so hurt and vulnerable! She reached out letting her hand cup his face. Gabriel's golden eyes rolled up to her.

“Molly, you don't have to do this.”

Molly shook her head.

Gabriel smirked.

“Jack wouldn't complain. He's missed her.”

Molly smiled as she turned and walked into JoyAnna's room where she sat snoozing on Jack's lap. He looked up with a smile.

“I think she is tired.”

Jack stood up and placed the little girl in her mother's arms. Molly gave Jack a smile. She was pleased to see that he hadn't lost his kind demeanor.

“I'm glad to see you Jack.”

Jack looked overjoyed.

“Me too. We'll talk later in the morning when Joy wakes up.”

Molly gave his forearm a pat before turning and going back into her bedroom. Gabriel sat on the bed. He quickly looked to Molly as she put Joy in the middle of the bed.

“She will be out for a few hours.”

Molly said as she laid down as Gabriel turned on his side. He looked down at his daughter's little round face and that guilty feeling came right back! Gabriel had missed her birth and the majority of her first few years.

Looking back up at Molly's face Gabriel reached out intertwining their hands. To his surprise, Molly didn't pull away. Instead, she tightened her hold on his hand.

“Its going to be okay.”

She whispered softly. Gabriel half smiled. In their own ways, both were unsure whether that statement to be true or not. The most that they could do was hope for the best!

Later in the morning around 8, Joy woke up. She looked at both of her parents with a small smile before throwing a leg over Gabriel's side to get out of bed. Joy stopped moving when her father's eye snapped open.

“Where are you going?”

Gabriel questioned softly. JoyAnna pointed to the door.

“Going to find Jack. Mommy''s still sleeping?”

Gabriel nodded.

“Yeah, peach.”

Gabriel carefully turned on his back so JoyAnna could slide out of bed a little easier.

“Don't go getting into anything.”

Gabriel whispered. JoyAnna gave him a knowing smirk. She giggled.

“You're good!”

Gabriel chuckled as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“You have no idea, princess. Now go be a good girl.”

“Wow, Joy.”

Sam managed to get out as he looked over at Dean who was half asleep.

“Maybe you should go teach Dean all about it.”

“What are you doing?”

He asked. Joy pointed to the book and gave him the exact expression Gabriel would when dealing with a stupid person.

“I am teaching you something.”

Dean looked down at the book and right away he felt tired again.

“Kid, I will never use this a day in my life.”

Joy smirked.

“Did you watch Cops like I asked you?”

Dean nodded.

“I was doing character building all night.”

The sound of fluttering wings made Dean look around to see none other then Balthazar. Joy immediately jumped off of Dean's lap and went to the angel holding her hands up. Balthazar reached down picking the child up before noticing Sam and Dean. He automatically frowned before giving them a nod and looking back to his grand daughter. Balthazar knew that he could get whatever he wanted from the child.

“Hello there sweet pea. What's new around here?”

JoyAnna looked like she was about to pop with all of the excitement that had happened in the last day!

“You have missed a lot grandpa! Daddy came back and so did everyone else! Aunty Amara has stepped out for a bit. She said she was going to visit grandpa Chuck. He's a nervous little guy, huh?”

Balthazar's rage began to build at the mere mention of Gabriel being anywhere near his daughter and grand daughter.

“Love, where is your mum and dad?”

As if they were cued to do so, Molly and Gabriel stepped into the room. Molly stopped the moment that she saw her father. She turned to Gabriel seeing that frown on his face reappear.

Balthazar, meanwhile, put Joy down.

“Sweetheart, why don't you...”

Joy sighed,

“I know, go play! Sheesh I am missing everything.”

Once JoyAnna was safely out of earshot Balthazar focused his attention on Gabriel.

“What the bloody hell are you doing here? You left and should have stayed gone, Gabriel. You're made a giant mess out of things as it is.”

Gabriel smiled.

“I am here for my wife and child. I don't know what else it looks like.”

Balthazar frowned.

“You are just going to destroy things.”

Molly's eyes winded as she tried to get between Gabriel and her father.

Balthazar was clearly not seeing his daughter's point of view.

“He's just going to hurt the two of you again. It seems that is his talent.”

Dean stepped in clearly having enough! He was tired of being privy to angel relations.

“I'm putting my two cents in. Balthazar, I get where you are coming from because I am concerned too but it is their decision. If you try to keep Molly and Gabriel apart its going to backfire on you.”

Dean turned to face Molly and Gabriel,

“You two are going to have to get your shit together and grow up that's all there is too it. You both run when the rough gets going and that has to stop! It isn't fair to Joy or anyone else that has to deal with you both. That is the lesson that Chuck and Amara are trying to drill into your head, Gabriel. Molly, you know I care about you. You're a great friend and I can't believe that I am saying this but Gabriel has been miserable without you. I am not telling you to go fuck his brains out but listen to him. Asmodeus the asshat may be gone but there are other things that we are going to have to deal with. We can't go up against things like Lucifer and whatever else and expect to live the way that we are going.”

Dean was pleased to see that he had clearly struck a nerve with both Molly and Gabriel. Molly had edged closer to Gabriel and was wrapping her hand around his.

“He's right. Things have to change.”

Meanwhile with Lucifer,

Lucifer stood in front of none other then Michael. His older brother sat behind a large oak desk with his hands crossed.

“Lucifer, whatever can I do for you? I must say that I am shocked that you have came to locate me.”

Lucifer rolled his eyes as he looked at his older brother. The guy left “bizarreo world” and his kick ass vessel to come to this world and be in fucking young John Winchester's vessel.

“Sheesh Michael, you got rid of the cool vessel for a Winchester?”

Michael smirked. The coldness in his eyes sparkled as he gave his younger brother a disapproving scowl.

“My choosing of vessels in my own business. Now like I asked what can I do for you? I suspect will shall get to killing each other soon enough.”

Lucifer shook his head.

“Actually I have a team work propitiation for you.”

“And that is? Why would I want to to work with you?”

Lucifer raised an eyebrow.

“Aw I don't know. I mean its just a slight issue known as a half nephilim/half archangel that has come into existence that could totally help us.”

Michael held up a hand.

“Pardon? Half nephilim/half archangel? What?”

Lucifer nodded feeling a little more excited. The expression on Michael's face was enough to make Lucifer be more amused.

“Gabriel and a nephilim shacked up and made a baby. I would go after them but poor little ole me is low on grace because of you. I know that you wouldn't want to get your hands dirty...”

Michael slammed his hands down the table.

“Gabriel knows better! He knows that nephilim are forbidden then he goes and impregnates one! He's got to pay!”

Lucifer raised an eyebrow.

“Uh yeah but I really would like to get our niece.”

Michael shook his head.

“The child has to die and so does her filthy half breed mother. Do not harm either of them. I have plans.”

Lucifer was quietly muttering that he should have just started looking himself as Michael again stood.

“What plans?”

Lucifer questioned. Maybe he was going to have to play double agent to finally get Michael killed off and get his hands on his niece. With the right molding, the child would be the perfect weapon for Lucifer!

“I am going to kill them in front of Gabriel and make him watch the light leave their eyes.”

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