The Depths Of Darkness

I came back and I'm trying to change. I loved Gabriel and his final words pulled me from my insanity. So I'm here to make a stand. I'm going to change in his honor.

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Open- Need help// Michael(Lucifer, Gabe, Cas, Sam or Dean needed)

[hellisquitewarm]

"Shh, brother. There is no need to apologize. Save your strength and work on recovering." Lucifer soothed and smiled warm, tending to each and every need as best as he could, compensating for his missing Grace with herbal mixes.

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Michael was breathing weakly. “I may not surive Lucifer.” he said quietly. He coughed again , blood dribbled from his mouth again. He was curled up in the bed as he sighed.

[hellisquitewarm]

"You will even if I have to break my self punishment to assure it, brother." Lucifer said sharply, though his hand in the other’s hair never stopped being sweet as he cleaned the blood away tenderly. "I’m not losing you. Not again." Lucifer whispered.

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Michael was looking at him “What self punishment brother?” he narrowed his eyes as he was looking at him. The angel coughed more as he was looking at him. His breathing was rather heavy.

[hellisquitewarm]

"I ripped out my own Grace and locked it away as punishment for failing Gabriel." not just failing him but ending his life. This, however, Lucifer refrained from saying, the all to real truth agony for him to even think.

[heavensmostterrifyingweapon-move]

Open- Need help// Michael(Lucifer, Gabe, Cas, Sam or Dean needed)

[hellisquitewarm]

"Shh, brother. There is no need to apologize. Save your strength and work on recovering." Lucifer soothed and smiled warm, tending to each and every need as best as he could, compensating for his missing Grace with herbal mixes.

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Michael was breathing weakly. “I may not surive Lucifer.” he said quietly. He coughed again , blood dribbled from his mouth again. He was curled up in the bed as he sighed.

[hellisquitewarm]

"You will even if I have to break my self punishment to assure it, brother." Lucifer said sharply, though his hand in the other's hair never stopped being sweet as he cleaned the blood away tenderly. "I'm not losing you. Not again." Lucifer whispered.

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Open- Need help// Michael(Lucifer, Gabe, Cas, Sam or Dean needed)

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Michael was looking pale. He took the cup and sipped from it, He was feeling miserable. He closed his eyes. He shivered a few times as well. He coughed and sipped more. His head was hurting. "I really don’t feel well."

[hellisquitewarm]

"I know, brother. You are weak and need time to recover. But you’ll be alright. I’m here." Lucifer said softly, running a hand through Michael’s hair soothingly, a gentle touch without the feel of Grace thrumming through human skin.

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Michael was still surprised Lucifer was helping him. He was coughing a bit. He shivered and moaned. The angel was closing his eyes tightly. His head was spinning. “I’m sorry.” he muttered bluntly. He struggled to get the words out as he never said sorry for anything and saying he was for the past was hard. He coughed.

[hellisquitewarm]

"Shh, brother. There is no need to apologize. Save your strength and work on recovering." Lucifer soothed and smiled warm, tending to each and every need as best as he could, compensating for his missing Grace with herbal mixes.

[heavensmostterrifyingweapon-move]

Open- Need help// Michael(Lucifer, Gabe, Cas, Sam or Dean needed)

[hellisquitewarm]

Lucifer was instantly there, turning Michael and cleaning his mouth when he was done, easing him to sit up and offered a small cup. “It smells too sweet, but it will help, brother.” :ucifer whispered soothingly, kissing Michael’s temple.

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Michael was looking pale. He took the cup and sipped from it, He was feeling miserable. He closed his eyes. He shivered a few times as well. He coughed and sipped more. His head was hurting. "I really don’t feel well."

[hellisquitewarm]

"I know, brother. You are weak and need time to recover. But you'll be alright. I'm here." Lucifer said softly, running a hand through Michael's hair soothingly, a gentle touch without the feel of Grace thrumming through human skin.

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Open- Need help// Michael(Lucifer, Gabe, Cas, Sam or Dean needed)

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Michael was soon closing his eyes. He was falling asleep. He was too tired, his wings still hurt. He wasn’t used to feeling this way. Nor did he understand why his brother lay so close. He fell asleep. The angel had tears in his eyes. He was unhappy and in pain. He wasn’t even used to expressing his emotions. It was like the older angel didn’t really know how. He coughed a bit in his sleep. His fever was nasty.  He hoped the salves and such would help.  Michael was breathing deeply. He knew rest was his best choice.

[hellisquitewarm]

Lucifer wiped the tears from Michael’s eyes, kissing his temple lovingly and held his brother. Yes Michael never did this after the humans were brought in, but Lucifer knew Michael needed this, and by their Father, he was going to give that to his brother.

Because after everything, he still loved Michael, and he couldn’t change that.

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Michael was very sick and very weak. He felt miserable. He looked very pale. The angel had never felt so awful. He coughed a bit, He was struggling to rest peacefully as well. He shivered and groaned from pain. When he woke, he gagged and coughed up blood.

[hellisquitewarm]

Lucifer was instantly there, turning Michael and cleaning his mouth when he was done, easing him to sit up and offered a small cup. "It smells too sweet, but it will help, brother." :ucifer whispered soothingly, kissing Michael's temple.

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Open- Need help// Michael(Lucifer, Gabe, Cas, Sam or Dean needed)

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Michael was looking at his brother. He seemed dazed and very weak. He didn’t have much energy. He wasn’t sure what his brother would do. He seemed to be in pain from his damaged wings already. Hs breathed in and out a bit. He really did hate being weak. He closed his eyes as his head was spinning. He couldn’t say he was sorry. There was no emotion on his face. Part of him still wanted to blame Lucifer for everything even now. But he did still love his brother. He never admited that either. There was lots he didn’t admit. The archangel just couldn’t. It was like he still has alot to learn. The angel coughed and curled up a bit. He was in pain.  He seemed to have a nasty fever. “Lucifer,” He didn’t understand why Lucifer was helping. He closed his eyes. He seemed very tired as he dosed off.

[hellisquitewarm]

Lucifer could accept his Grace back, end his self punishment and heal his brother, but the wings would go through agony that way. So instead, he turned to his druid healing kit, working with the two boys to get the paste into the wounded wings and put salves over the other’s aches till the archangel was patched up.

"Thank you, boys. Go sleep." Lucifer kissed each child on the forehead before changing into his shorts and singlet and slowly crawled into the bed, gingerly holding the other close and caressed Michael’s hair.

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Michael was soon closing his eyes. He was falling asleep. He was too tired, his wings still hurt. He wasn’t used to feeling this way. Nor did he understand why his brother lay so close. He fell asleep. The angel had tears in his eyes. He was unhappy and in pain. He wasn’t even used to expressing his emotions. It was like the older angel didn’t really know how. He coughed a bit in his sleep. His fever was nasty.  He hoped the salves and such would help.  Michael was breathing deeply. He knew rest was his best choice.

[hellisquitewarm]

Lucifer wiped the tears from Michael's eyes, kissing his temple lovingly and held his brother. Yes Michael never did this after the humans were brought in, but Lucifer knew Michael needed this, and by their Father, he was going to give that to his brother.

Because after everything, he still loved Michael, and he couldn't change that.

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Open- Need help// Michael(Lucifer, Gabe, Cas, Sam or Dean needed)

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Michael let the children help him. He had never thought he would see this side to his younger brother again. He was feeling weak. The older archangel hoped he wouldn’t pass out. He didn’t want to admit he was proud of Lucifer for doing something good by looking after all those kids.  He felt tired. He knew that his strength was drainned. He didn’t want to collaspe. “I feel I may pass out Lucifer.”

[hellisquitewarm]

Lucifer was on his brother in an instant. “Change of plans. Dean’ my door.” and like that, Lucifer’s room was opened and he picked his brother up bridal style, Michael, the boy, rushing to gather the wings with Dean and they shuffled inside, laying Michael down in Lucifer’s own bed.

The bed was designed and hand made to fit all the children and Lucifer on with plenty of rolling room, so spreading Michael’s wings out once the elder was laid out on his stomach was no issue.

"Warm water, the druid first aid kit and Holy Water, seperate rags and bowls, needle, thread, bandages and gauze." with that list, the two boys were off, leaving the brothers alone.

Lucifer paused, watching Michael and smiled, gently brushing his hair away. “I should hate you. Leave you to rot and die, just as you had done to me in the Cage.” he said softly but smiled sweet, a true image of how he had been.

"But I cannot cast out one seeking refuge in my home. Seeking sanctuary on this holy land. I cannot send my brother away, not now.” he whispered and kissed Michael’s temple. “Rest, brother, you’re safe here. I will protect and patch you up… Welcome home.”

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Michael was looking at his brother. He seemed dazed and very weak. He didn’t have much energy. He wasn’t sure what his brother would do. He seemed to be in pain from his damaged wings already. Hs breathed in and out a bit. He really did hate being weak. He closed his eyes as his head was spinning. He couldn’t say he was sorry. There was no emotion on his face. Part of him still wanted to blame Lucifer for everything even now. But he did still love his brother. He never admited that either. There was lots he didn’t admit. The archangel just couldn’t. It was like he still has alot to learn. The angel coughed and curled up a bit. He was in pain.  He seemed to have a nasty fever. “Lucifer,” He didn’t understand why Lucifer was helping. He closed his eyes. He seemed very tired as he dosed off.

[hellisquitewarm]

Lucifer could accept his Grace back, end his self punishment and heal his brother, but the wings would go through agony that way. So instead, he turned to his druid healing kit, working with the two boys to get the paste into the wounded wings and put salves over the other's aches till the archangel was patched up.

"Thank you, boys. Go sleep." Lucifer kissed each child on the forehead before changing into his shorts and singlet and slowly crawled into the bed, gingerly holding the other close and caressed Michael's hair.

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Open- Need help// Michael(Lucifer, Gabe, Cas, Sam or Dean needed)

[hellisquitewarm]

"Come on, brother. Let’s get you inside. Cassie, keep Balthazar and Samantha from the spare room, put them with Gabriella." Lucifer called as he guided Michael in, the girl with eyes like Castiel’s nodded and fled, looking no older than nine years old, and already listening politely.

"It’s alright, Sir Archangel. You’re safe here. Lucifer protects all who he brings under his roof." Michael, the boy, said softly, Dean nodding from under Michael’s other wings, still holding them from the ground.

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Michael let the children help him. He had never thought he would see this side to his younger brother again. He was feeling weak. The older archangel hoped he wouldn’t pass out. He didn’t want to admit he was proud of Lucifer for doing something good by looking after all those kids.  He felt tired. He knew that his strength was drainned. He didn’t want to collaspe. “I feel I may pass out Lucifer.”

[hellisquitewarm]

Lucifer was on his brother in an instant. "Change of plans. Dean' my door." and like that, Lucifer's room was opened and he picked his brother up bridal style, Michael, the boy, rushing to gather the wings with Dean and they shuffled inside, laying Michael down in Lucifer's own bed.

The bed was designed and hand made to fit all the children and Lucifer on with plenty of rolling room, so spreading Michael's wings out once the elder was laid out on his stomach was no issue.

"Warm water, the druid first aid kit and Holy Water, seperate rags and bowls, needle, thread, bandages and gauze." with that list, the two boys were off, leaving the brothers alone.

Lucifer paused, watching Michael and smiled, gently brushing his hair away. "I should hate you. Leave you to rot and die, just as you had done to me in the Cage." he said softly but smiled sweet, a true image of how he had been.

"But I cannot cast out one seeking refuge in my home. Seeking sanctuary on this holy land. I cannot send my brother away, not now." he whispered and kissed Michael's temple. "Rest, brother, you're safe here. I will protect and patch you up... Welcome home."

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Open- Need help// Michael(Lucifer, Gabe, Cas, Sam or Dean needed)

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Michael was breathing weakly. The older archangel was in alot of pain. He was coughing badly. He coughed up blood. His grace seemed faded. He opened out his wings which were bleeding and damaged. He seemd almost like a weak an injured bird.  ”Lucifer?” he was shocked his brother had come to his aid. He was shaking a bit. His head was hurting. His eyes closed again. He wasn’t sure what would help. He felt like nothing would. “Why are you trying to help?” He hadn’t thought Lucifer would want to help him after everything.

[hellisquitewarm]

"Why am I… You’re my brother. Michael, after everything…. I believe I found the right path. So I am helping you. We all are." Lucifer smiled, pulling Michael up onto his feet, leaning him on him and wrapping an arm around his waist as the blue eyed boy returned with the green eyed boy.

"Father Nick? Lucifer, what-"

"Michael, meet, well, Michael. Get under his wings, and be careful. Treat them like crystal sculptures." Lucifer said, the green eyed boy - almost a spitting image of Dean as a child - stared at Michael in awe before scurrying to duck under a wing, genlty raising it up and holding it level with the archangel’s back - or as much as he could with his height.

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Michael was coughing as he was helped up. He was feeling very dizzy and unwell. His skin was very pale. Escaping the cage had ruined him. He was shivering and he wanted to lay down. "Luci….," he said weakly. He hadn’t called him that since they were children. He felt weak and vunerable. He looked at the child Michael and nodded. The kid looked like Dean almost. He wondered if the kid was related to Dean or if that was just a considence. Though he decided he would ask about that later maybe. But right now he was feeling too unwell to focus on that.

[hellisquitewarm]

"Come on, brother. Let's get you inside. Cassie, keep Balthazar and Samantha from the spare room, put them with Gabriella." Lucifer called as he guided Michael in, the girl with eyes like Castiel's nodded and fled, looking no older than nine years old, and already listening politely.

"It's alright, Sir Archangel. You're safe here. Lucifer protects all who he brings under his roof." Michael, the boy, said softly, Dean nodding from under Michael's other wings, still holding them from the ground.

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Open- Need help// Michael(Lucifer, Gabe, Cas, Sam or Dean needed)

Michael had collasped outside some building. His head was lowered. He was exhausted. The oldest archangel had been coughing and feeling terrible since escaping the cage. His body was shaking. Michael wasn’t used to feeling vunerable or weak. He needed help.

[hellisquitewarm]

Lucifer felt the tremors, blinking as he stood from his kneeling position, turning to stare at his church doors.

No.

He rushed down the isle, throwing the doors open only to see his brother on the ground. Yes, so much has gone wrong with his older brother, but with Nick as his new official vessel and the blessing of freedom from his father, he found himself at his brother’s side.

"Michael?" Lucifer asked, his Grace blocked from his use, the archangel feeling like nothing more than a human priest like he looked. "Michael, brother, please, speak to me." he pleaded, bitting his lip, standing. "MICHAEL! GET DEAN AND COME HELP!" Lucifer cried, a boy with blue eyes looked up, frowning before nodding and running off to the house by the church.

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Michael was breathing weakly. The older archangel was in alot of pain. He was coughing badly. He coughed up blood. His grace seemed faded. He opened out his wings which were bleeding and damaged. He seemd almost like a weak an injured bird.  ”Lucifer?” he was shocked his brother had come to his aid. He was shaking a bit. His head was hurting. His eyes closed again. He wasn’t sure what would help. He felt like nothing would. “Why are you trying to help?” He hadn’t thought Lucifer would want to help him after everything.

[hellisquitewarm]

"Why am I... You're my brother. Michael, after everything.... I believe I found the right path. So I am helping you. We all are." Lucifer smiled, pulling Michael up onto his feet, leaning him on him and wrapping an arm around his waist as the blue eyed boy returned with the green eyed boy.

"Father Nick? Lucifer, what-"

"Michael, meet, well, Michael. Get under his wings, and be careful. Treat them like crystal sculptures." Lucifer said, the green eyed boy - almost a spitting image of Dean as a child - stared at Michael in awe before scurrying to duck under a wing, genlty raising it up and holding it level with the archangel's back - or as much as he could with his height.

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Open- Need help// Michael(Lucifer, Gabe, Cas, Sam or Dean needed)

Michael had collasped outside some building. His head was lowered. He was exhausted. The oldest archangel had been coughing and feeling terrible since escaping the cage. His body was shaking. Michael wasn’t used to feeling vunerable or weak. He needed help.

[hellisquitewarm]

Lucifer felt the tremors, blinking as he stood from his kneeling position, turning to stare at his church doors.

No.

He rushed down the isle, throwing the doors open only to see his brother on the ground. Yes, so much has gone wrong with his older brother, but with Nick as his new official vessel and the blessing of freedom from his father, he found himself at his brother's side.

"Michael?" Lucifer asked, his Grace blocked from his use, the archangel feeling like nothing more than a human priest like he looked. "Michael, brother, please, speak to me." he pleaded, bitting his lip, standing. "MICHAEL! GET DEAN AND COME HELP!" Lucifer cried, a boy with blue eyes looked up, frowning before nodding and running off to the house by the church.

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[hellisquitewarm]

Dean did as he was told, climbing down to set the ladder where Benny said before hastily hopping up and looking up at the vampire eagerly.

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"Alrigh’," Benny smiled warmly at the young boy. He set the bowl onto the counter and turned his attention to Dean. "Now, what does French toast have in it?"

[hellisquitewarm]

'Bread, eggs and milk.' The boy signed and looked up at the taller being with wide eyes, wondering if he forgot something.

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[hellisquitewarm]

Dean offered the bowl for inspection, determination hiding the glimer of hope in his eyes, and it was good. He had done it many times before with Lucifer and Michael, but he wanted to prove to the new guy he was useful.

So much like the Winchester he is named after.

[southerngentlevamp-blog]

Benny smiled softly at the young man, looking in at the eggs he had scrambled up. “Those look perfect. Now, hand ‘em t’ me and scoot that step ladder over here.”

[hellisquitewarm]

Dean did as he was told, climbing down to set the ladder where Benny said before hastily hopping up and looking up at the vampire eagerly.

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[hellisquitewarm]

Dean took both items and nodded, brow creasing as he set the bowl down and set to work, not being too rough nor too soft, staring intently at the mixture.

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Benny smiled softly as he watched the young man work, keeping an eye on him as he carefully cut slices out of a loaf of bread. “How’s it goin’ over there?” He turned from the counter to give Dean his full attention.

[hellisquitewarm]

Dean offered the bowl for inspection, determination hiding the glimer of hope in his eyes, and it was good. He had done it many times before with Lucifer and Michael, but he wanted to prove to the new guy he was useful.

So much like the Winchester he is named after.

[look-a-meme]

"I’m the Alpha, you’re the Omega, I give the orders and you follow them." “You’re my Omega, and mine alone.” “As an Alpha, I have the right to claim you, the Omega, and you know that, don’t you?” “I gotta say, you have a really, really strong scent, even for an Omega.” ...

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[hellisquitewarm]

Lucifer settled the children before Dean entered the kitchen, dragging over a stool and jumped up, looking up at Benny, determined. He wanted to help, but he couldn’t speak, just staring at the other with the eerily close looks of a much younger Dean.

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Benny glances over at the younger man who was just staring at him. He paused, running his tongue over his teeth, trying to figure out what the kid wanted. Maybe, he wanted to help…?

The vampire grabbed a bowl and several eggs, cracking them easily into the bowl. After hunting for a whisk for a few moments, he brought both over to where Dean was, handing them to him with a smile. “It’d help me out a lot if you could scramble these up for me.”

[hellisquitewarm]

Dean took both items and nodded, brow creasing as he set the bowl down and set to work, not being too rough nor too soft, staring intently at the mixture.