Up up and away

"No….how did you lose it?"

gawainandthegayknight

"I don’t know it’s not in the unbrella stand where i usually keep it."

Connor gave a shrug. "I don't know...I haven't seen it."

#belwinchester

"…You called?"

gawainandthegayknight

"Yeah, my swords missing you haven’t seen it around."

#open #ic #toddler!Connor

"No....how did you lose it?"

#belwinchester

"....I didn't do anything! This time out is unfair!"

"...You called?"

#ic #open

Migh Do replies after work today

Trying to get Connor to return!

#ooc

Will be back when I can guys

Work and school have slowed me down Sorry

#ooc

Connor couldn’t help but to chuckle a little. “Alright…” Tapping into his human part of life always calmed him down anyway. “What’s for dinner then?” He asked, smiling a little.

"No idea," Sam laughed a bit, leading the way back. "What’re you up for? Nothing too complicated, though. I still suck at that cooking stuff." Dean was the more domestic of the Winchester brothers. It was strange that Sam had settled down with a family and Dean hadn’t.

"Trust me, I know." He thought about it for a moment. "Spaghetti? That's not to hard. Well, for most people." He liked to mess with his Dad, because he could probably burn water if he had the chance.

Sam ignored how the demon was trying to surrender. It had touched Connor - it had hurt his son and he was going to suffer for it. Sam threw the knife at the demon, hitting it in the forehead, and ignored it as it crumpled to the ground. “Damn it, Connor,” he sighed shakily, finally turning to look at his son tied to the chair. He didn’t know what else to say, so he just knelt down and began to untie him. “I’m so sorry…” he finally murmured when Connor didn’t try and fill the silence and Dean left the two of them alone. He didn’t look up at Connor’s face, either.

Connor swallowed hard, looking to his Dad when he began to untie him. He felt...horrible. Not just physically but...this had been his fault. That would have never happened if he hadn't gone out. He looked down at his lap. Once his arms were untied he moved them in and rubbed his arms. They were sore from being tied. "Not your fault..." It was going to happen eventually. They all knew that.

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"You mean it?"

Connor started removing his own pants, letting them drop and he stepped out of them. He raised a brow and moved over to the table. He couldn’t help but to flush. “R-really?”

Connor groaned, and gave a nod. He watched the demon’s movements. “y-yes…I’m ready.” He parted his legs more for the King.

#nsfw

"They already did," he sobbed. "Connor, you- you don’t know him. You don’t…" He bit his lip, looking away from his brother- tears that he refused to shed burning his eyes. "You don’t know what he’s capable of."

Sebastian sniffled, hand shaking as he wiped his eyes- unknowingly smearing blood on his face. "You can’t promise that. Nothing’s ever been okay."

He looked up at Connor, tears falling before he could stop them. "I killed someone. And he-he’s going to make me pay." He choked back a sob, the nephilim’s hand instinctively covering his stomach. Despite how he felt about what put it there, he could feel the life under his touch. He would never escape- Beelzebub made sure of that.

He shook his head, drawing his knees to his chest- his gaze locked on the floor. "He said he would hurt you and dads. Connor he…he heard you. He has my phone." He buried his face in his knees, black wings wrapping tightly around his body. Though they were healed, the scars were still there- the grey lines showing where they’d once been severed. "He…he said he would make me watch. And I killed his brother."

Connor moved back next to his brother. "Nothing is going to happen you....or me. Whoever this guy is, we'll get him. Dad will for sure." The blood made his stomach turn. "We...we should get you cleaned up..." He just wanted to have Seb to calm down. Make him feel safe again.

He spotted the scars and frowned, taking in a shaky breath. "He won't find you here, Seb. Dads went a little crazy with the sigils now. Just looks like some empty warehouse now, so whoever did the stuff to you...they won't get you here." Connor wrapped his arm around his brother, and rubbed his back. "I'm not going to let anything hurt you."

#smirkingwinchester

Sebastian clung to his brother, sobs wracking his frame as he buried his face in Connor’s shoulder- the warmth and scent far too familiar to be a trick of his cruel mind. “N…not your fault,” he choked, the nephilim rejecting the poison in his brother’s mind, even though his throat was constricting- his breathing becoming more labored. It was supposed to go away. He’d dreamt of this every night- pretending that the arms keeping him there were the protective ones of his dads. But it wasn’t going away. It was confirmation- that…that it was real. And that he might not have seen his brother again.

“I- I shouldn’t be here.” He pushed back, trying to break his brother’s hold. "He- he’s going to come here. He…" He choked out a sob, green eyes frantically searching around him. "He’s going to hurt us b…because of me."

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He shook his head, holding his brother close still. Letting him sob, he tried his best not to cry but it didn't work well. He hated seeing his brother like this, so broken. No matter what his brother said, he knew it was his fault. He knew it was.

He wiped away his own tears, letting his brother out of his hold. "No one's going to get you. No one." He wouldn't allow it. "No one's going to get us. I promise." He tried to convince Sebastian. "I-It's all okay now, Seb. You're home now."

#smirkingwinchester

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He arched a little into the touch. “I know how to use an angel blade…the angels just caught me off guard.”

"You know the first rule, when someone catches you off guard? Run." He asked caressing his feathers.

"Tried...

He hummed, closing his eyes. "I like when you touch them."

Connor shook his head in disbelief. “Oh, come on.” He followed his brother for a moment. “Don’t be like that-” Then he got a door slammed in his face. He rolled his eyes and went back to watching TV. Sebastian was always like that when he beat him at something.

He hadn’t realized that it was going to be the last time he saw his brother for a long time. That his harmless joke sent Sebastian to teleport away. It was maybe thirty minutes before he realized that Sebastian was gone. He threw open the door, seeing the pillow. “Hey, I think we have some color remover stuff in the bathroom. We’ll just wash it out and go see a movie or something. I’ll even pay.” When there was no response he moved over and grabbed the covers. His heart sank. This couldn’t be happening.

The Nephilim pulled out his phone, putting it to his ear quickly. Dialing his brother.It went straight to voice mail, which made him sick to his stomach. No matter how mad they were at each other, they always answered the phone. Always. ”Seb? Look, this isn’t funny! You better come back home right now.” Four or five voicemails later, Connor started panicking. It had only been a few hours, Seb could be just fine. Still, he called his Dads. Connor couldn’t help himself but to cry on the phone, shaking. Mumbling how it was all his fault. He hadn’t meant to upset Sebastian that much. They said they were rushing home, and to update them if Sebastian came home.

A month and three days. Connor had to force himself to even get out of bed anymore. Sam had to make sure he ate, sometimes he ate just so he could get them off his back. He was so done. Replaying the time when Sebastian just disappeared over and over again in his head. He was gone, could have been dead...and it was all his fault.

Then Castiel was gone for the longest times, looking for Sebastian. Sam wouldn't go out though, not wanting to leave Connor alone. He wasn't allowed to go out at all after he lost Seb. The bunker became more like a prison. The first two weeks were the hardest. Connor was always screaming that he wanted to look for his brother. Dean seemed to understand him more. He tried his best to talk to him, about things that he had done when Sam was gone. Obviously he avoided the drinking part.

But tonight he was laying in bed, laying in bed for hours before he actually fell asleep. Now-a-days, the smallest noises woke him up. The tiny flapping of wings made him shoot up in bed. When he spotted his brother.

"Seb..." Was this real, he stood up out of the bed and moved to his little brother. He spotted the blood, how broken he looked. "Sebastian..." He wrapped his arms around him and pulled him close. "I-I'm so sorry..." Right now wasn't time to ask the question. Or get his Dads. He was so relieved to have his brother back, but at the same time...seeing his brother like this made him sick. This was all his fault. "I'm so sorry..." He repeated.

#smirkingwinchester

The Nephilim looked to his Father. He knew he was right. He shoveled the rest of the dirt onto the lamp and let out a sigh. “Still could come around more…” He huffed.

"Yeah, so do I," Sam murmured, gently clapping Connor on the shoulder when he finished. "Come on; help me with dinner, okay? You can tell me how school was or something normal like that."

Connor couldn't help but to chuckle a little. "Alright..." Tapping into his human part of life always calmed him down anyway. "What's for dinner then?" He asked, smiling a little.

Sam heard something that sounded like Connor and ran into the room, Ruby’s knife tight in his fist. He saw the state Connor was in and just… Saw red. He idly registered that Dean was right behind him as he just started attacking the demons holding his son, doing more than well for himself even with the years he’d taken off from hunting. “Let go of my son!”

Connor's eyes went wide as he saw Sam killing the demons, so easily too. He hadn't seen his Father do anything like this before. Honestly, it kinda freaked him out. The demon dropped his hand away from Connor and back away from Sam. He let out a shaky breath. "D-Dad..." He was just so relieved to see his Dad and his Uncle that it didn't matter that Sam was pretty much ripping the demons apart around him.

Connor continued to watch the TV, thinking about his brother. A part of him felt bad for his brother, he knew how he always felt about Sam and Cas. Connor didn’t see it like that though. Despite the fact that Sebastian was proof about what had happened to Sam in the cage…none of his Father’s blamed Sebastian. Sam loved him and so did Castiel. Connor sure did.

He was broken out of his thoughts when Sebastian ran out of the bathroom. “Oh my god.” He stood off the sofa and hid his smile. “No, just a few days.” Connor bit his lip. “Are you okay?” He noticed the other’s puffy red eyes. “It was just a joke, it’ll fade in a few days…”

Sebastian snarled. "Okay? Do I look okay!?" He was shaking, wide green eyes crazed as he glared at his brother. "My hair is fucking pink!" The nephilim shut his eyes, his entire body shaking as he ignored the impulse to tackle his brother. It would be awkward, given the lack of clothing. At least, that was the excuse he was going with.

The truth was, his brother had bested him. And as narcissistic as he was, it unnerved him more than his temporary makeover. He never took losing well, especially to Connor. "I’m fine," he managed, through gritted teeth. The archangel turned, fists clenching at his sides, as he made his way to his room.

‘Forget going out,’ he sent the thought to his brother, knowing fully well that in a few hours, he’d be begging to get out. The nephilim shut the door, a bit too loudly. He walked to his closet, a devilish smirk spreading as he took out a pair of jeans and a Flash t-shirt. If Connor was in a gaming mood, he was about to raise the stakes. He knew it was dangerous, but given the current state of his hair, he couldn’t bring himself to care.

Once Sebastian was dressed, the nephilim placed a pillow under his comforter- making it look like his body. He wasn’t being fair. If anything, this was far from a joke. His life would be at risk- though he didn’t plan on staying out long. He shut his eyes, letting his wings teleport him.

Unknown to the nephilim, his brother would be searching for him much longer than intended. And what was about to take place, carried a far greater weight than the joke his brother had played.

#we can just play it out #smirkingwinchester

Connor shook his head in disbelief. "Oh, come on." He followed his brother for a moment. "Don't be like that-" Then he got a door slammed in his face. He rolled his eyes and went back to watching TV. Sebastian was always like that when he beat him at something.

He hadn't realized that it was going to be the last time he saw his brother for a long time. That his harmless joke sent Sebastian to teleport away. It was maybe thirty minutes before he realized that Sebastian was gone. He threw open the door, seeing the pillow. "Hey, I think we have some color remover stuff in the bathroom. We'll just wash it out and go see a movie or something. I'll even pay." When there was no response he moved over and grabbed the covers. His heart sank. This couldn't be happening.

The Nephilim pulled out his phone, putting it to his ear quickly. Dialing his brother.It went straight to voice mail, which made him sick to his stomach. No matter how mad they were at each other, they always answered the phone. Always. "Seb? Look, this isn't funny! You better come back home right now." Four or five voicemails later, Connor started panicking. It had only been a few hours, Seb could be just fine. Still, he called his Dads. Connor couldn't help himself but to cry on the phone, shaking. Mumbling how it was all his fault. He hadn't meant to upset Sebastian that much. They said they were rushing home, and to update them if Sebastian came home.

♥

"You mean it?"

Connor started removing his own pants, letting them drop and he stepped out of them. He raised a brow and moved over to the table. He couldn’t help but to flush. “R-really?”