The Path We Choose - 17/?
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tenoko1Author: Tenoko1
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Takes place after Season five with references through Season seven
Pairings: Dean/Castiel, Sam/Sarah
Disclaimer: Do not own
Summary: Unabashed Season Six fix. I regret nothing. Several months after Sam jumps into the pit, taking Michael with him, Dean is trying to move on with his life, happenstance causing him to stumble over the newly released Supernatural novels which foretell what has not happened yet. Trying to avert the war in Heaven and everything in his life falling apart again, Dean sets out to change destiny, determined that they’ll make the future of their choosing. He should know things are never that simple.
Notes: Comments are much love.
One l Two l Three l Four l Five l Six l Seven l Eight l Nine l Ten
Eleven l Twelve l Thirteen l Fourteen l Fifteen l Sixteen
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Chapter Seventeen
He probably should have been more disturbed by how easily he was adjusting to having angels and demons throwing around their powers all around him, or people with clipboards calling him ‘sir’ or stopping to salute as he and the others walked by. He probably should have been packing his bags, throwing his brother and angel in the car and hauling ass to the farthest place on their small planet he could find, since pretty much every one of the PTB’s were all in the same room and agreeing with each other. But the fact that he wasn’t, at least in Dean’s mind, showed an amazing amount of growth on his part.
Gabbie had snapped her fingers automatically as all the assembled people returned to Bobby’s house, his study expanding out and morphing into a type of conference room with rows of clothe covered chairs. Becky instructed the Winchesters to sit on the front row. While they did, he and Sam still chose the seats on the far end of the front row. Dean went to move his arm from across the back of the seat next to his when Castiel came to sit down, but the angel shook his head and Dean left it where it was, glancing once over his shoulder at all the other people, angels, and demons filling the room and empty seats.
To his surprise, the angels weren’t all sitting together. He’d guessed that would be default for them, but no. Anna and Michael were across the aisle from each other, conversing. Lucifer was sitting a row behind Michael, leaning forward to contribute to whatever they were discussing. Gabriel and Gabbie sat together, both sitting like mirror images of each other, arms folded and suckers sticking out of their mouths as they waited for the meeting to start.
Everyone else milled around and sat where they pleased, though Dean wasn’t sure what drew them to sit with who they chose, if it was because there was actually camaraderie among the troops or if they were discussing work that forced them into each others company.
His eyes met Savvy’s as she, the red head computer genius Charlie, and infamous Becky all came in and sat together. He raised his eyebrows in question, wondering if she was okay and how she was handling the current situation she’d been thrown in. She smiled tightly and shrugged.
Yeah, he understood that. He couldn’t really appreciate what it was like for her, but the ‘what can you do’ mentality, he totally got, and sometimes it really was better just to roll with it.
“Okay,” stated Bobby, coming to stand at the front of the room, all conversation falling silent as the old hunter’s gaze fell on the room. He sucked in a deep breath and adjusted his cap, gaze flicking once to the trio on the front row. “Now that the key players are all assembled, it looks like this shindig is about to really kick it into high gear. Is everyone here so we can make certain we’re all on the same page?”
Eyes on her clipboard, Becky raised a hand. “Bela is late.” Dean’s eyebrows shot up.
“No, I’m not,” argued the woman, slipping into the room as easy as you please.
Dean and Sam looked at each other in shock, before the elder Winchester raised his own hand, all eyes shifting to him in a way that made him very uncomfortable.
“Anyone want to give us a heads up on who all exactly we should be expecting to run into that was recently counted among the dead? We have some people we would like to stay dead.”
Sam nodded. “So far we’re up to four people in twenty minutes.”
“Five,” stated Pamela, dashing into the room and sliding into the available seat next to Bela. Both boys grinned and waved to the psychic, who winked and kissed the air at them. Apparently God gave her back her eyes as well.
“You can do introductions and reunions later,” stated Bobby. “We need to get all of our newest arrivals up to speed on what we know because the wall to Purgatory is cracking fast and we’re only losing time.” His gaze flicked to the Prophet sitting on the front row. “Chuck.”
Nodding, the writer rose, glancing once over his shoulder at his ex-girlfriend, who did the same, the two of them meeting at the front while Bobby took a seat.
Rubbing his hands together, Chuck slid them into his pockets. “Rather than the whole wall of Purgatory about the burst, God was kind enough to fix the other minor fractures in its structure, leaving the main problem for us to fix, as it can only be fixed from this side once the wall actually burst. The weak spot is a hell mouth, appropriately.”
Becky was moving around, pulling up a board with a series of maps tacked to it, notes, photographs, color coded pins stuck in different places across the USA. Chuck nodded his thanks to her as she moved to stand out of the way, recorder in hand.
“Like I said, the wall has to break before we can fix it, because we won’t be fixing it at all. It’s an old, termite eaten, and splintering door, for those who need an example. We have to replace the whole thing, not slap on a Band-Aid and a coat of paint.” He moved over to the board, putting in series of pins in various colors around a select location. “We’ll be following Samuel Colt’s idea of creating a giant pentagram in order to place a protective seal on the volatile area, in which case, if we do this right, it will last from here to forever.”
He glanced at Becky and she stepped forward. “Everyone has already been assigned to the six different teams that will be required for this mission. Our support teams will be the smallest groups, distributed to five different areas for the points of the pentagram. We do not expect to run into trouble at these areas, but everyone has been trained and will be fully armed. Our main concern will be at Ground Zero with Team Free Will at the center, lead, of course, by the Winchesters.”
Her gaze flicked to various faces in the crowd. “All of the high-ranking angels and demons will be apart of this team at the heart of the trouble. It is your mission to keep anything from getting out of the city while the others do their part. You are simply tasked with containment, which will be much more difficult that that sounds once the wall breaks. Thanks to the connections of both Charlie and the Major, we’ve been able to get the city evacuated under the guise of intelligence of a massive terrorist attack. We’ll be able to move in, get the job done, and not have to worry about civilian casualties or collateral damages. The good thing is that in the face of great danger, we’ve realized how many hunter connections there are within the government and military, so this was actually done with surprising ease. Coast Guard is currently clearing out the last of the stragglers holed up in the city.”
Clearing her throat, she inclined her head toward Bela. “With the help of Miss Talbot, we believe we’ve come up with a plan to set up a protective shield around Ground Zero that will physically keep anything from passing through until after the new wall is in place.” Her gaze flicked to the Winchesters. “That being said, if we fail in properly implementing a new wall, you’ll all be trapped while their numbers never cease in pouring over from the other side.”
“Then don’t damn well fail,” snapped Dean with a snort. Several people in the room chuckled.
Becky nodded and continued, “The leaders of each team are responsible for the briefing of its members. Start running over drills, scenarios, double up on training. I want everyone running through the mission in their sleep and able to do their part blindfolded. Understood? Good.” Her gaze flicked to each of the angelic warriors. “While I understand this may seem an impudent request, I ask that all of you stay grounded and on the premise before the mission. We need to be able to get a hold of everyone at a moments notice and what with the wall breaking, there’s a lot of noise that seems to be interfering with prayers being heard.”
“When is the mission taking place?” questioned Sam, raising a hand for attention.
The blonde glanced down at her clipboard. “We don’t have a locked in time, actually. Currently, we are waiting for the National Guard to contact us that the city has indeed been fully evacuated and that Miss Talbot’s packages are in place, the timeline for that ends in thirty-six hours. When the military leaves, Team Free Will moves in. Our other teams will have already been in place. Savvy, Balthazar will brief you on the role you are to play in this.”
The girl in question gave her a panicked look like a deer in headlights, head snapping to the side to give the angel a stricken look. “O-oh no. No, no, no.” She shook her head, looking at Becky. “I’m just a girl, not a hunter, and certainly not some badass angel. Moral support or colorful threats of violence, I’m your girl, but-“
“You took down a hell hound with a baseball bat and a Kershaw,” stated Crowley. She looked at him as he clicked his tongue, and Dean thought the demon king was actually somewhat impressed. “That’s no small feat.”
“Failed anger management,” she spat back, looking back at Becky and opening her mouth to continue arguing.
“You’ll do fine,” insisted the blonde at the front. “Trust me. Balth will fill you in, and you won’t be at the heart of the battle, so it’s relatively safe.”
Dean shrugged. “Unless this whole plan fails, in which case, we’re all dead and it’ll be ‘see you on the other side’.” His gaze flicked to Meg and Crowley as he smiled. “Except for those of you not on the guest list.”
“Never thought I’d count myself so lucky,” the demoness retorted.
Ignoring them, Becky glanced at a clock on the wall then over the different faces expectantly. “Well, I think that’s about it for the main part. If you have any questions, ask.”
Dean gestured with his hand and she looked at him expectantly. “Yeah, you’ve told us the when, you told us the how, but you left out the little detail of where is the apocalypse taking place.”
She inclined her head. “Sorry. I forget you don’t know.” She moved over to the map on the board behind her, stabbing in a red pin at the center of the pentagram. “Detroit.”
It shouldn’t have surprised the Winchesters that Lucifer was the only one that found that really funny.
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Bobby’s house wasn’t any bigger from the outside, but on the inside… Dean didn’t have anything to compare it to, really, but Sam tried describing the Weasley house, and yeah, Dean totally got the similarities. It was like rooms and stairways had been added without any real thought to the overall construct, design, or layout. What with constantly passing someone when you walked down the hallway, or the way there was noise and talking coming from every room, how everyone was a familiar face, it was an oddly comforting in its own chaotic way.
Dean and Sam both found it fascinating how once the sun went down, it was almost like the fun began. Though they’d been dragged all over the place and run through all the different angles of the plan for the mission, though everyone around them was exhausted from training and sparring and preparing themselves physically and mentally for what they were about to face, dinner was a lively event.
More magic on the angels’ part turned Bobby’s dining room into a proper galley, with long tables and plates and bowls behind passed down the line and around the tables. Bobby’s house rules still stood, no demons allowed, even in the face of great crisis, so the only faces around them were ones Dean knew and trusted. Or trusted for the most part, at least.
Dinner was rowdy with talk and laughter, everyone joking or talking over each other as they all ate. Even the angels, which, given their life, really shouldn’t have struck him as odd. What with the angel by his side, occasionally glancing over to give him an affectionate smile, their legs pressed together under the table.
Secretly, Dean was actually really very contented. Even as he looked around at the different animated faces, some of which actually belonged to former enemies, he realized this was the closest thing to a real family as he’d ever had, the kind other people probably complained about come the holidays, the big, noisy family type, with a total mix bag of personality types that you were left wondering how they all came to be under the same roof.
Yet there they all were, and he realized he was just fine with it.
He was decidedly less fine with it hours later. He was sitting in his bed winding down for the night, half wondering where Sam was, because wouldn’t they share a room? Everyone else was bunking with a least one other person, and while he wasn’t keen on actually sharing a bed with his giant younger brother, Dean could grit his teeth and deal, hoping they just didn’t elbow and kick each other too much. If they did, well, he’d take the floor or the reliable, albeit old couch in the study.
They’d swarmed him then, the three females pouring into his room and alighting on his bed with grins that made him press his back against the headboard and slip a hand under the pillow for his knife.
Becky was grinning the widest, holding out a book for him. “Here,” she chirped. “It went to print while you were gone. I hope you like it.”
Taking the proffered object, he chanced a glance at it distractedly, not really wanting to take his eyes of the piranhas. Charlie seemed cool enough actually. A nerd, but if Dean and Sam had ever had sisters, they would probably have been Jo and Charlie replicas. Or, maybe if Dean and Sam had been born girls, they would have been born Jo and Charlie. He wasn’t entirely sure.
“What are you talking about?” he questioned warily, glancing down to take a better look at the book in his hand.
It was silhouettes of three figures walking down the road into the sunset, the shape of the Impala parked on the side of the road. One of the figures carried a gas can, all three black shapes still appearing to have fun even while broken down on the side of the road.
His gaze snapped up to hers, realizing what he was looking at. She looked so excited she were about to burst. “I really hope you like it. I tried my best. It has a bit of everything, but it’s different from previous books, because well, your lives are different now, and really, how can you compete with the end of the world, so the focus really dealt more with the three of you than anything. Though there’s still plenty of bad things need killing, of course.”
Brown eyes seeking his, Savvy gave a nod of reassurance. “It is good, Dean. What little, I read anyway. You three seemed very in character.”
“The sex scene was very hot,” agreed the red head. Dean’s eyes widened in horror, rapidly flipping through the book. “Very forbidden.”
“Hot,” he accused. “Forbidden? Becky, what did you write? Who did you write?”
“You and Cas,” they said in unison, before they all grinned and burst into giggles.
“It was kind of kinky,” added Charlie with a nod. She regarded Becky curiously. “I wonder if Cas is that much of a screamer in actuality.”
The book fell out of his hands as all the blood drained from his face. “You didn’t. Please tell me you didn’t. Oh God, I think I’m going to be sick.”
“I’m glad to know you find my vessel appealing,” Cas stated flatly from the doorway, causing all of them to look. He was leaning against the doorframe with a brow arched.
Dean was scrambling out of the bed, shoving the book at Becky and floundering for an apology all at the same time. “N-no, Cas, I didn’t mean that the way it sounded, I just-“
The angel chuckled and Dean faltered. “I’m just teasing, Dean.” Those blue eyes flicked past him to the girls grinning too broadly. “So are they. There isn’t an intimate scene between us or anyone else in the book.”
Head turning slowly, Dean glared at the female with her hands clamped over her mouth, her eyes dancing in delight. Curling back his lip in a snarl, he pointed toward the hallway.
“Out. All of you. Now.”
They grabbed hands and fled, giggling, from the room. Dean shut the door behind them before turning panicked expression on his angel.
“Cas, I really didn’t mean that the way it sounded, I swear,” he amended, wanting the angel to understand that he was not the cause of Dean’s panic. “I have no problem with your vessel. I think you’re damn hot. The other day when you got ready for church I didn’t know if I should take you out and show you off, or throw you against a wall and ravish you or whatever. My jaw was on the freaking floor, feathers. I have no problem with your vessel, okay? I just…” He looked accusingly at the door, then helplessly at the book discarded on the bed, while Castiel watched him patiently. “I don’t want you, or us, splayed across the pages of those books for everyone to know about. Not to that extent, anyway. I would want… that,” He made a vague gesture toward Cas and then the bed, “to stay behind this and between us,” he finished, rapping a knuckle on the closed door.
The angel watched him, head angled to the side and smiling in a way that made Dean embarrassed, the hunter moving over to take a seat on the edge of the bed again.
“That’s surprisingly thoughtful and sweet,” admitted the angel finally.
The hunter could feel the tips of his ears burning in embarrassment. “Yeah, well, I figure embarrassing honesty is the best way not to screw this up, even if I gotta turn in my man card because of it.”
The angel was directly in front of him, making Dean’s head jerk up with a start of surprise. Blue eyes playing over his face, Cas reached out to smooth the tips of his fingers over Dean’s face, from temple to jaw.
“I assure you, you’ve lost nothing in my eyes.”
He lowered his head, pressing his mouth to Dean’s passionately. The hunter kissed him back just as fervorently, letting the angel be the aggressor as he moved to straddle the hunter’s lap, hands cradling Dean’s jaw while the hunter’s hands gripped the angel’s hips. The angel’s eagerness enticed a groan of pleasure from Dean, who forced his hands not to roam freely, but did allowed his thumb to slip under the hem of Cas’ shirt, stroking his skin.
When Cas’ mouth left his, Dean didn’t pursue it, though his body screamed for him to. He was taking this slow, and actually, with those blue eyes looking at him so earnestly, it was easier than he expected.
“I love you, Dean,” stated Cas softly.
The hunter offered a crooked smile. “I love you, too.”
“I know.” The angel smiled and Dean realized the other man just liked hearing the words, like reaffirmation. He couldn’t promise to start gushing romantic nonsense, but if it made Cas happy to have words along with actions, Dean was willing to make an effort to accommodate him.
Keeping his hands on the angel’s hips, Dean angled his head, regarding the other man who now sat with his arms draped over Dean’s shoulders. “When were you going to tell me about giving up your immortality by tying your life to mine?” He asked it softly, not accusingly, but insistent all the same.
A flicker of guilt or shame passed over the angel’s face before he shift to get off of Dean, but the hunter circled his arms around the angel’s waist, giving him a coaxing smile when the angel frowned in confusion.
“I’m comfortable just like this,” he explained, stretching to press a kiss to Cas’ jaw reassuringly. “Talk to me, Cas. You can start with what all you didn’t tell me when you made me your parabatai. Was that a line?”
The angel didn’t want to meet his gaze. “Not exactly. There were other sigils I could have used to make it possible where only I could find you, but I had a rare window of opportunity a very selfish part of me wasn’t willing to pass up. I chose that sigil because I knew if it were possible that you loved me, the sigil would make you aware of it. I thought you did, or could at the very least, but you weren’t even willing to examine those feelings. You were uninvolved with anyone, so I…” He cleared his throat, refusing to look at Dean.
“You laid your claim,” stated Dean, a little flatly. He was actually somewhat amused by how underhanded the angel could be if he wanted something.
“You had already been with Anael,” explained Cas, making Dean wince. “And your relationship with Lisa had ended. You were with so many others so frequently, but you never really looked closely at what I knew had potential between us. I saw a chance before you got involved with anyone else to at least attempt to make you aware of any feelings you had for me, but it also warned any of my siblings not to get involved with you, not even the cupids if they were sent to forcibly pair you with someone. I’d already claimed you as mine, so they would have to wait and see what became of the sigil before they could do anything. Either you would realize you were in love with me, or I would see that we were destined only to be the closest of friends, but it would wipe away all doubt as to your feelings.” His gaze finally rose to meet Dean’s. “It doesn’t make you feel anything, just throws a light on what is already there, making the wearer of the sigil more aware of it. It serves to cause the bound pair to better protect and look out for each other.”
Tilting his back to look at the angel, Dean arched a brow. “You realize that was underhanded and dirty of you, right?” The angel wouldn’t look at him, guilty expression on his face. “I’d just gotten out of a relationship that day, dude.” Cas winced. “What about giving up your immortality,” Dean questioned.
Cas shook his head. “I didn’t… give it up, exactly. I’m still immortal. If you shot me, I’d be fine. My vessel will age now, so that I can continue to live my life with you. I’ll show signs humanness now; my body will want and need sleep, I’ll get hungry. I’m reflecting traits of your nature, putting us on a more equal footing, whilst you are better able to sense me through angelic means. That part of the sigil activated when you told me you loved me, effectively fully marking me as your parabatai as well. Were I not to age, it would eventually put a strain on our relationship, wouldn’t it? When you looked ten, twenty years older than I was?” He shook his head. “That’s all.”
Taking in a deep breath, Dean mulled over the angel’s words, his eyes playing over the other man’s face while he refused to look at the hunter.
“Are we married, Cas?”
The angel looked up with a start, rapidly shaking his head. “No, I already told you. I didn’t lie to you, Dean, I just took a chance in seeing if it were possible for us to be more than friends.” He shook his head. “You have an amazing ability to ignore or shove down things you don’t want to deal with. Feelings for an angel wearing a male vessel falls into that category. Even with the sigil, look what all it took to get you to acknowledge your feelings, and then it still took Gabriel making you believe I would leave to return to Heaven before you were able to actually tell me your feelings.”
Chuckling, Dean shook his head. “Underhanded and dirty.”
“Sometimes it is easier to beg forgiveness than to ask permission,” said Cas.
His mouth was tense against Dean’s when the hunter suddenly kissed him. Releasing the angel’s hips, Dean slid his hands up the front of the angel’s torso, smiling when he felt the shiver that rippled through the angel. It took teasing and coaxing the angel’s mouth before some of the tension rolled out of Cas’ body and he tentatively kissed Dean in return, suddenly uncertain in the face of his confession. The hunter moved to press a kiss to the angel’s jaw, the pulse beating just beneath the skin, then letting his teeth graze the skin of the angel’s neck as he nipped and kissed at it, causing Cas to shudder in his arms, kissing him more passionately as their mouths met again.
Lowering back to lay on the bed, Dean took Cas with him, one hand under the angel’s shirt now, greedily exploring whatever skin he could touch, pleased when he elicited a reaction from the angel.
Someone knocked on the door. “Dean?” It was Sam.
Cas pulled back, looking at Dean with wide eyes, dark with lust, but uncertain.
Dean pulled him back in for a kiss. “Busy,” he called out to the door.
“Have you seen Cas? I need to talk to both of you,” insisted his little brother.
“Also busy,” called out Cas, grinning at Dean.
They both laughed at the sound of impatience from the other side of the door. “Oh come on you two. You can comshuck like bunnies after we save the world! Cover yourselves so I don’t go blind, because I’m coming in.” He still blinked in surprise when he came in and saw Dean propped up on his elbows and Cas straddling him, both with lips red from kissing, but fully clothed.
Dean arched a brow. “You need something? Cas and I were busy discussing war strategies.”
The angel chuckled and moved to sit on the bed beside him, regarding Sam curiously.
Sam shot his brother a look as he closed the door and moved into the room. “Thought you were taking this slow.”
“We are. Note the presence of clothing. It wasn’t going past kissing.”
Cas looked at him, almost a little disappointed. “It wasn’t?”
Straightening with a smirk, Dean gave Cas’ thigh a squeeze. “Not yet.”
Sam just shook his head. The grin on his lips showed he was happy for them, which made Dean even happier. This all would have been a lot harder if Sam weren’t cool with it. Not that he would give up the angel because of what anyone else said, but laying down that ‘this is the way it is and you’re gonna have to get with that’ could cause tension and division.
“I wanted to ask how you felt about this whole operation,” Sam began, eyes regarding his brother seriously. When he was uncertain, Sam always fell to seeking his big brother’s take on things, usually siding with them. He had since he was a child. “We’ve got a lot of enemies we’re expected to just trust now,” he continued.
“Yeah, Bela was a surprise,” commented Dean.
The younger Winchester inclined his head. “Who has a history of selling us out if it benefits her and was last seen being dragged off into hell for having sold her soul for her family’s fortune. I’m just worried. When that barrier or whatever goes up, if we aren’t able to fix the wall, we’ll be stuck inside, but I don’t know if that applies to our allies who aren’t human. They may be able to just poof somewhere else. Or abandon us there hoping whatever we’re in there with eats us, knowing eventually the wall has to go up to ensure the safety of the world.”
“Except nothing will be able to get in or out of the barrier,” a voice drawled. Crowley regarded them from the corner of the room, drink in hand. “If we could come and go as we like, that would also mean something from the other side probably could as well, thus the negating the containment field.”
“So, you, Meg, and the others are willing to take the risk of a permanent dirt nap along with the rest of us, eh?” questioned Dean.
Crowley shrugged. “You need the numbers, we need the world saved. If the world ends, the same fate awaits us all, wouldn’t you say? Besides, I still have a debt to clear, on top of which,” He motioned toward the ceiling vaguely. “I was made a most generous offer for my assistance I really couldn’t turn down.”
“What was that?”
“I help; I get to continue existing.”
“Generous. I can see why you didn’t turn it down,” Sam said. Crowley tipped his glass toward him. “What guarantee do we have as far a other people’s cooperation? The demons will listen to you, I get that. What about Bela? She’s sold us out more than once, sold out her own family for a fortune.”
The demon king rolled his eyes. “That would be a wrong assumption on your part. All the allies revived were sent to earth from on high, including the lovely Miss Talbot.”
Dean shook his head. “There’s no way. She called us with a Hell Hound on her tail and we left her to it. I figured the next time I saw her would be when I landed in Hell myself.”
“The dog was called off,” argued Crowley. “And new rules set in place. We don’t make deals with victimized children. Taking advantage of an adult’s desperation is one thing, but not a child who is only sin was being born to a lecherous father and a mother who was willing to pretend nothing was wrong.” He shrugged. “She had made a deal, though, so her life was forfeit, it was just a matter of where she was to go in death. I had one of the reapers, a friend of yours I believe, Tessa, escort her upstairs and explain the situation.” He sauntered forward a step, gesturing as a thought occurred to him. “By the by, the reapers will also be aiding us in Detroit. Death was kind enough to supply us with a small garrison. Since what we’ll be fighting isn’t human, they’re capable of killing with a single touch just as Death is. They’re capable anyway, they just don’t. The kid gloves are off for this fight though.”
“We’re really breaking out the big guns, huh?” questioned Sam, frowning as he considered this.
Crowley shrugged. “More like a group of the craziest, most unpredictable twats stupid enough to think they stand a snowball’s chance in Hell, so it’s really more of a loose cannon that packs a wallop than a big gun, actually.” He clicked his tongue. “I figure the man upstairs thought we’d be the only ones to take the job, so here we are.” His gaze flicked to the each of their faces. “A motley crew of humans, the two sons of an obsessed hunter- one of them recently gay, angelic reinforcements- quite a few of them fallen, Lucifer himself, not to mention me and mine. All settin’ aside our differences to save this puny rock we all live on.”
Nodding, Sam and Dean shared a look. “Yeah,” said the taller male, “there’s no way that could end badly.”
Dean shook his head. “Nope, not at all. Guaranteed happy ending.” He frowned and pointed at Crowley. “And I am not gay, dude. I’m dating an angel, so I’m a lot more complicated than that. Don’t put me in a box.”
His brother nodded in agreement. “Yeah, don’t confused his Cassexuality for homosexuality or you’ll get decked.” He and Dean shared a look. “How dare he insult you like that.”
Dean snorted and threw up a hand. “I know, and I’m standing right here.”
They both looked at the angel to join in and Cas held up his hands. “I’m just glad were dating, I don’t care what you call it.”
Sam made a face, mouth wilting at the corners as he regarded his brother. “I dunno if I’d consider myself lucky, I mean, look who all are your in-laws now.”
Crowley nodded. “I thought things were awkward with my first wife.” He raised his glass to Dean. “You’re brother-in-law is Satan and your Father-in-law is God.” He gave a low whistle. “Better make sure to get one helluva good present for everyone at Christmas.”
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Date: 2012-08-02 03:04 am (UTC)♥Robyn