The sky was oddly beautiful despite what was happening. A lot of shooting stars were crossing the cloudless dusk sky whereas the motionless ones were gradually disappearing. I was looking at this landscape, laying on the ground, a metallic taste in my mouth. I couldnât move my body. Smells of burning and blood were invading my nose and irritating my throat, but I couldnât know anymore if it was from my own body or the several dead bodies around me. I had so many wounds and I suffered so much for long minutes that now I couldnât feel a thing. My body was numb and so was my mind. There were so many detonations and people screaming in pain around me that it was now just a ringing in my ears. All I could hear were muffled sounds, my heart beat and my irregular breath. I was still able to feel the hot wind on my face and some ashes from time to time. My eyes were intact, still staring at the falling sky because that was the only thing I could do at the moment.
This was the end. The end of the world. The real Apocalypse wasnât about Lucifer versus Michael, Hell versus Heaven. No. The real Apocalypse was brought by God himself. We were just toys, nothing more. All my life, this so-called freedom I had was nothing more but a delusion, and not just for me, but for every single living being on this planet. Everything was orchestrated by Chuck. My parents. Me and my brother being the vessels of Lucifer and Michael. Me, who thought I had a little bit of freedom during my College years far from hunting. When I met Jessica, my first true love. Or when my brother came back to me so we could look for our dad together. When I thought my real place was with my brother and that hunting was what I had to do. Every single choice we made, good or bad. Every fight, every person we met, every hunt we did⊠Everything was written. It wasnât Free Will. It was a script we were unintentionally playing. My whole life was a lie. I thought I could be free but I was nothing but a simple character of a rough draft. A puppet of a long and dramatic show. Just a little bug stuck in the spider web.
We lost. I donât know how many people died. I donât even know if Dean is still alive. The bunker is gone. Jack is gone. Iâm pretty sure Cas is gone. Charlie, Bobby, Donna, Jody and the girls. I guess I had nobody and nothing left. I didnât have the strength to mourn, only tears were rolling on my face but I couldnât cry. I was alone with a tingling sensation all over my body. I was scared and a bit cold. I was about to die alone and I slowly closed my eyes.
âSAMMY!â
It took me a lot of effort to reopen my eyes. I managed to turn my head just a little bit toward the voice that was calling me. My vision was blurry and I felt dried on the inside.
âSAMMY!â
A shape was running toward me and it slid on its knees and immediately cupped my face with its two hands. I raised my eyes and saw Dean, covered in blood, looking at me with a worried face. So, my brother was still alive.
âFuck. Sam⊠I⊠Iâm so sorry, I couldnât find you anymore and I⊠fuck!â
Seeing his face, I might look like shit right now. I wouldnât be surprised if I was burned or missing a member.
âSammy⊠Sammy look at meâŠâ
Dean raised his head and cursed. He opened his bag and took a bottle of water, opened it and made me drink. Gosh, that was so relieving. I could feel the water filling my body again and that was a feeling I would cherish forever.
âIâm so sorry, Sam. Forgive me. We⊠IâŠâ
Dean swallowed and closed his eyes. He wrapped his arms around me and helped me sit up. I didnât know if it was my brotherâs presence or not, but I could feel my body regain some strength. Dean licked his lips nervously.
âListen to me, Sammy. I lost Cas. I mean⊠I donât know where he is⊠Itâs just you and me. Like always, right?â He said while huffing humorlessly. âNow, you will get up with me, and keep fighting okay? You have to carry on. WE have to carry on. Itâs us against the world, against Chuck. Come on, Sam⊠You have to keep going⊠Can you⊠Can you at least answer me?â
I looked at my brother and tried to swallow. I opened my mouth with difficulty.
âD-Dean⊠I⊠I donât know if I can moveâŠâ
âI know⊠I know Sammy, youâre⊠Please, try. You are always strong⊠PleaseâŠâ
Dean tried to help me with getting up. With a lot of will â I donât how it is possible, we both managed to stand up. My limbs were still a bit numb but I could feel my feet on the ground. Now I could see what was around me. We were in Lawrence, where everything began. Lawrence was mostly just a burned field now. A lot of dead bodies were scattered on the ground. I was near the Clinton Lake and it was almost as red as Deanâs face now. I could see that I had a lot of burned wounds and a lot of blood on me. Suddenly, I remember this huge explosion in Lawrence. I couldnât believe I survived but maybe it was Chuckâs plan again. I didnât know. I didnât know anything now. I looked at Dean and I could finally see how in bad shape he was. So much blood and injuries and I could feel that he tried to save people in vain. I could read that in his eyes and I sent him a sorry look.
âWhat are we doing, now?â I said with a weak voice.
âWe find this son of a bitch, and we fight, until the endâŠâ
âBut⊠Dean⊠We canâtâŠâ
âPlease⊠You are always the one with hope and faith. Please⊠I need you to keep hoping and fighting for the both of us. You are my strength, Sammy⊠IâŠâ
Dean swallowed a sob. He knew it was logical for me to have lost any hope. My lips were shaking and I swallowed too.
âDeanâŠâ
âYes?â
âLetâs try to kill this son of a bitch⊠Letâs try to end thisâŠâ
Dean looked at me and nodded, whispering an âokayâ. I huffed humorlessly.
âTogether against the end of the world.â
Dean huffed too and helped me with walking.
âIf we fight, we fight together. If we die⊠We die together. I wonât leave you alone, Sammy. I will be with you until the very freaking end, you hear me?â
âYeah⊠Until the endâŠâ
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And thatâs a wrap for the Suptober 2020! Hope you enjoyed this last OS :) Thank you for all you support!!
âYou heard us.â Dean said. âYou and Jack have to dress-up for tomorrow. You have the whole day to find something today.â
âBut⊠Why? For what?â I asked.
âItâs a surprise.â Sam said with a little smile.
Jack and I looked at each other. I didnât have other clothes. I only had my trench coat which was fine. I thought my outfit was nice and already âfancyâ for a sophisticated event but Dean said âNoâ.
âCome on, buddy. Try something. Go with Jack to Lebanon, there are clothing stores.â
I bent my head. I was very confused and so was Jack.
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 Jack and I had been wandering in Lebanon for a few minutes now, feeling awkward because we didnât know how to dress-up and which store to choose. What was the definition of dressing up anyway? What was considered as a good suit or not? What colors were matching well? What should we buy? Unfortunately, Jack couldnât answer to these questions either. We finally stopped at a clothing store which was only for men and for fancy and sophisticated events. It was a suit store. When we entered, only a man was choosing things. Lucky us. We wonât be humiliated in front of too many people. Jack followed me and I swear we must have looked like losers looking for something at random. The sales assistant came to us after seeing us wandering â I guess she saw that we were faking our research.
âCan I help you, gentlemen?â The lady said.
âHuh⊠Yes⊠We are looking for something to dress-up for an eventâŠâ I said, trying not to look too nervous.
âOkay, what kind of event?â
Jack and I looked at each other. He shrugged.
âWe⊠donât know.â I said. âOur friends didnât tell us.â
The sales assistant seemed to think. Okay, awkward. I cleared my throat.
âIâm looking for something to wear⊠I mean⊠Something different.â
âMmh⊠But you have good clothes alreadyâŠâ She said, trying to read my mind.
âYes. Of course. I know⊠But I have to change them.â
âWhat color do you prefer?â She said.
I bent my head.
âHuh⊠Blue.â
âMmh⊠A blue jacket⊠No, that would be weird on you, I think⊠Mmh no, a whole blue suit wonât suit you⊠Moreover, you donât know the event so maybe we can find something simpler for both or you. Letâs see⊠A blue shirt with a white jacket would be nice. Sober. Simple.
âOkay, sure. I donât really know so I will follow your advice. I donât know what colors are matching better, Iâm not really good at this.â I said.
âDonât worry, Iâm here for that, Sir.â The lady said with a smile.
Jack looked very confused too.
âIâve⊠Never worn a suit either.â
âOh, donât worry. I think a golden brown suit will suit you and highlight your eyes. Come on, follow me gentlemen.â
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 It was time now. I knew I was late because when I looked at my watch I saw that it was already past noon. I was very stressed and confused about this sudden event. I was wearing this blue shirt, a bit unbuttoned and without a tie or a bow tie. My jacket and pants were white and it was weird for me to wear such bright clothes. I suddenly heard a knock and snapped my head toward the door.
âYes?â I said.
âItâŠItâs meâŠâ Jack said behind the door.
I opened it and saw my son very confused in this beautiful golden brown jacket. I helped him to put the jacket in a good shape and smiled.
âYou are perfect like this.â
âThanks, DadâŠâ
We both went to the library where Dean and Sam were waiting for us. Dean was about to make a grumpy comment about how late we were but he stopped talking and looked at us with wide eyes, and so was Sam. Dean was wearing a white suit like me with a red shirt and Sam was wearing a black suit with a red shirt too. Jack raised his hand, saying âHelloâ to his other fathers.
âSo⊠Huh⊠If you can tell me what the event is todayâŠâ I began to said.
Sam and Dean exchanged a glance before looking back at me. Dean went closer and held a present out to me. I bent my head.
âHappy Birthday, Cas.â He said with a smile.
âBut⊠I⊠Donât have a birthdayâŠ?â
âNow you have one. Sam and I decided about your birthday being on September 18th.â
I frowned a bit. Oh. Today. It was the anniversary of my first meeting with Dean. I blushed a little, feeling very honored to have a birthday⊠This date was the day I saved Dean and the beginning of a new life for me. I smiled a little and Sam came to me and patted my shoulder.
âHappy Birthday!â
âHappy Birthday, Dad.â Jack said too.
âNow,â Dean said. âStop smiling like an idiot and follow us. We have things to do today.â
I shushed my angel, kissing the back of his neck. The grooming session was always something special for the both of us. Cas was so sensitive and very shy. It was the third time I groomed him. Now he didnât have to tell me what to do because I knew exactly what I was doing. I stroked the beautiful and gigantic black wings, finding some twisted feathers and putting them back in the right place. Cas was sat cross-legged on the bed, hugging a pillow and hiding his face in it. He was so freaking adorable like this. I smiled and I focused on the feathers.
âYour wings are so beautiful Cas⊠So majestic⊠This beautiful black color with⊠blue reflects on them⊠PerfectâŠâ I said softly.
âD-Dean⊠S-stop saying thatâŠâ Cas said, his face hidden in the pillow.
âI wonât stop. You deserve to hear the truth, Baby.â
Cas was still not as comfortable as I wanted him to be, but he made so much efforts and I was proud of him for that. I just loved how he was so vulnerable and trustful at the same time. When I was done with the twisted feathers, my hands slid toward the base of the wings. There was a little nub there that I had to rub in order to have angelic oil. Angels were like birds when it came to grooming. They needed to spread oil on their wings in order not to damage them. So, I began to rub the nub with my thumb and Cas made a little adorable noise, arching his back a bit. I smiled and continued rubbing until the oil came out.
âD-DeanâŠâ Cas said with a little voice.
âYou like it, donât you?â I said while chuckling.
âY-YesâŠâ
I hummed. The grooming session could be different. First, it could be very sweet and slow, and second, it could be very sexy and hot. It was depending on our moods and it depended on the way I touched the wings. Today, I was feeling like doing both and I knew Cas was confused and yet enjoying this moment. I rubbed the nub a bit harder in order to have more oil on my hands. Gosh, it smelled so good⊠It smelled like Cas and home. And Cas was clearly moaning now. A satisfied smile was on my face now but I suddenly stopped rubbing. Cas turned his head while releasing a frustrated groan.
âYou impatient AngelâŠâ I said while huffing a bit. âLet me take care of your wings before taking of you, mh?â
Castiel bent a bit and kissed my lips softly before looking back in front of him. I smiled again and began to put the oil on the wings, stroking from top to bottom with careful movements. My angel hummed when he felt the oil protecting his feathers and raised his arm in order to reach the nub on his back. He coated his hand with oil and stroked the inside of his wings while I was taking care of the outside. This moment was domestic, perfect and I loved how precious Cas was during this period. As I stroked the wing frame and the tip of the right wing, I was thinking to myself that these wings were so strong and yet so fragile, and so was Cas. He was so vulnerable. I understood why he flew away to hide somewhere when it was grooming time. I knew he was strong, but right now? I wanted to protect my angel at all costs. I wanted him for myself. I just⊠loved himâŠ
The wings were now quivering when Cas and I were done grooming. Cas turned toward me and spread and stretched his wings. Like this, they were so gigantic. I was in awe in front of this beautiful sight my angel was offering me. The wings flapped once or twice in a happy way before they folded right behind Casâ back. He looked at me, blushing a bit, and took my hand.
âThank you, DeanâŠâ
âYouâre welcome, Baby. But Iâm not finished with you.â
Cas blushed beet-red and looked at me with wide eyes. I smirked and approached Cas dangerously until my mouth was brushing the beautiful lips of the angel.
âNow, I want to hear you moan all night long⊠Do you think you can do that?â
Cas nodded shyly and gripped my shoulders. I smiled even more and kissed those sinful lips.
âGood.â
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Sorry for the shortness... I donât have inspiration lately... Hope you liked it anyway...
I didnât know what was happening. The sky was red and the thunder was growling. Heaven had fallen and Hell had been destroyed. It was just⊠Chaos. Everywhere. Billions and billions of souls in Heaven and Hell were on Earth. Monsters were attacking people. Everything was burning. I was in the middle of a destroyed and burning city, some people still alive were screaming in pain. I tried to speak to the lady near me but when she saw me, she cried in fear and tried to escape. Everyone was trying to escape. They⊠They were running away from me. Why? What did I do? I looked at my reflection in a store front. My wings. My wings were visible, and my eyes were glowing. Suddenly, I swallowed hard as I noticed something. I looked down and saw that my hands and arms were full of blood. No. What was that? No. Thatâs not⊠No. I began to feel a ball of panic growing inside my stomach and my throat.
âWhat did you do?!â
I recognized this voice. I looked in front of me and there was Castiel, full of injuries, half-dead, looking at me with horror.
âI-I didnât⊠Itâs not me⊠I⊠I donât know what happened⊠IâŠâ
I looked down again and gasped. Sam and Dean were at my feet, dead. Their eyes were burned out and some of their bones were broken. My lips shook as I began to understand what happened. No. That wasnât possible. No. I looked at Castiel with a panicked face.
âCas⊠I didnât do it⊠I⊠I donât rememberâŠâ
Castiel made a step backwards and I saw how scared and disappointed he was. No. Please⊠Dad⊠Iâm not⊠I couldnât do anything else and a huge spear stabbed Castiel in the back. I screamed. Blood came out Castielâs mouth and when the spear was removed from the body, Castiel collapsed on the ground, dead, revealing the murderer. I gasped. It was⊠me⊠In front of me. There was another me who killed my father. The other me looked at me and smirked before disappearing. Everything was burned and destroyed. I was alone in the middle of this hellscape. I crouched down and covered my eyes with my hands, screaming.
âJack! Jack!â
I woke up with a start, screaming in terror. Dean held me tight by the shoulders I was trying to escape. What was going on? What⊠Sam and Castiel were near my bed too. I was crying and I didnât know what was going on. Dean wrapped his arms around me and stroked my back, soothing me.
âHey Kid⊠Calm down⊠You had a nightmare. Itâs okayâŠâ He said slowly.
I sobbed, trying to breathe but I was so shaky.
âD-Dad⊠I⊠I dreamed that I destroyed this world and that⊠I killed all of you and⊠I⊠I donât want to be like thisâŠâ
âItâs okay, Jack⊠You didnât kill us⊠Weâre here.â Dean said.
âI-I⊠I donât want to become like my real father⊠I donât want to become like LuciferâŠâ
âYouâre not like Lucifer, JackâŠâ Dean said.
Castiel sat on my bed and Sam crouched down near me.
âI guess it is awful to hear a lot of people saying that you are only Satanâs son.â Castiel said. âBut you are more than just his son. You are a powerful being, a smart and most importantly, a good kid. Lucifer is just your biological father, he is nothing to you because we are the ones who are raising you.â
âCas is right.â Sam said. âYou proved us that you could be better than him. That you are kind and full of feelings. I know itâs hard to hear Angels or Demons saying youâre⊠Youâre Luciferâs son and so on. But donât listen to them. Listen to us⊠Listen to yourself.â
âYou have to trust us, kiddo.â Dean said. âYouâre a good kid and we love you. Focus on that. Focus on saving people, focus on this family.â
My breathing became calmer and I listened to my three fathers, drying my tears away and sniffing from time to time. After they all finished talking, I looked at each of them shyly.
âSo⊠Do you think saying I have three fathers is not as weird as saying my real father is Lucifer?â
âOf freaking course.â Dean said raising his eyebrows. âScrew the others. You have three badass fathers and so what? People who will judge you or mock you on that are jealous sons of bitches.â
âTechnically I have thousands of brothers and sisters so⊠Having three fathers seems normal to me.â Castiel said with a little smile.
âWe are your family, Jack.â Sam said while patting my shoulder.
I looked at the three of them and I smiled, little tears of joy filling my eyes. I cleared my throat and nodded before speaking again.
âI⊠Donât want to sleep tonight⊠Can we⊠watch something all together?â
âOf course, Jack. Anything.â Sam said while getting up.
âYes, letâs go on the Dean Cave, fellows.â Dean said with a big smile, already heading to his favorite room.
Castiel, Sam and I followed his lead. My heart was lighter after this, relieved that I had a family who loved me. I smiled a bit, thinking about my mother. I hope she was proud of meâŠ
Moondoor, day six. Everything was perfect. My subjects were doing fine, my enemy, Keagan the Slayer was defeated. Sam, aka Sheridan the Brave, has been saved by his older brother, Dean, aka Dorran the Hammer, my loyal right-hand man. Keagan won almost all the battles during this week, but the finale one? Nope. He couldnât do a damn thing because the evening before the last and big battle, someone unexpectedly joined us during our strategy meeting. Dorran, or⊠Dean when he is out of the Moondoor world, called his best friend Castiel. He really wanted him to join us for this week playing LARP in Moondoor. Castiel refused at first, saying he was busy but we all knew he was more embarrassed by a role play then being really busy. Dean was a bit sad but he respected his friendâs choice.
During day four, we were almost sure that I, the Queen of Moondoor, would lose this battle and my title. It has been four years since Iâm the Queen, but I wasnât ready to give up.
âI am the Queen and I will fight until the end.â I said to Dorran and my other commanders. âIt is my duty to fight Keagan and save your brother Sheridan.â
âYou will, my Queen.â Dorran said â with a little bit exaggerated-bad-playing tone.
Dean was putting so much efforts in this LARP that no one was really annoyed or mocking his role play â it is forbidden to mock though. Deep inside, I was very proud of him, but right now I had to focus on the LARP and on my Queenâs duty.
âSo, at dawn, I want a group of soldiers here and another here.â I said while showing my commanders on the map on the table. âWe tried a dense group on the front line but it didnât work, so I want divided groups this time.â
âWhat about archers?â Dorran asked raising an eyebrow.
âI want mixed groups. Archers, swordsmen, healers, everyone. And⊠Maybe I suggest that some farmers go on the front line, because I-â
âYou will lose this battle.â A voice said.
I turned my head and saw Castiel entering the tent. Everyoneâs eyes widened, especially Deanâs. Castiel was dressed like a wizard, a kind of long and grey toga with a hood on his head. He had a brown belt with some small purses on it. He looked very confused and yet super confident. I smiled and Dean too. Castiel came to play his first Live Action Role Play. Fantastic. I cleared my throat and took the Queen of Moondoor role immediately, frowning at this stranger.
âWho are you?â I said, putting a hand on my sword.
Castiel swallowed and tried to stay in his role.
âIâm⊠Huh⊠Cuinn⊠A shaman, connected to the woods of Twilight Lake.â
I faked a surprised face. He invented a new character without telling me and the organizers of the LARP but I had to improvise in order to let him in.
âYouâre⊠Cuinn the Wise?â I asked.
âY-yes, thatâs me.â Cuinn said before clearing his throat again and joining us at the table. âYou canât put the farmers on the front line.â
âWhyâs that?â Dorran said.
âBecause they are weaker than the soldiers. Your enemies will defeat them quickly. This crescendo-style strategy wonât work. It didnât the two first times anyway, am I right?â Cuinn said.
I frowned and crossed my arms on my chest.
âYou watched us?â I said.
âYes. As a shaman, I didnât have to intervene but I figured you are the only Queen who cares about the woods and the creatures in it. You care about your people and your land. So, I came here to help you. Me, and the forces of the Woods will help you.â
I smiled and nodded. Dorran seemed pretty proud of this âstrangerâ.
âWhat are you proposing then?â One of my commanders asked.
âAll the farmers and weak subjects have to be in the back. All the strongest warriors in the front. You have to attack Keaganâs army directly with strong forces, you have to weaken them immediately. Archers will create a circle of defense with the swordsmen and strong warriors in the front line. Then, the healers will be everywhere, in the front, in backup, everywhere. My little army, which means some other shamans, we will attack Keagan from the back.â
While speaking, Cuinn made a demonstration of the strategy on the map with pieces.
âYou will attack Keagan from the back?â I said.
âYes. His camp site is near the woods. This night, I will bypass the camp and join my friends. We will wait for dusk for tonight? We will poison every healer we can find in the camp.â
Dorran chuckled and nodded.
âThatâs a great idea!â He said. âWe will defeat them!â
I nodded too.
âOkay. Everyone, be prepared and tell the others about our new strategy. Tomorrow will be Keaganâs defeat.â
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As you might imagine, the day of the finale battle went well, as expected. Cuinn The Wise had been such a good help and Keagan died on the battlefield by the hands of my loyal Dorran. Sheridan was freed during the night thanks to Cuinn and they massacred all the healers and shamans on Keaganâs side. I won. We won. The reign of the Queen of Moondoor can continue.
The day after the Great Battle, I prepared a banquet for everyone in order to celebrate this victory â and the end of the LARP, the end of this yearâs edition of Moondoor. Everyone was happy, eating, drinking, singing, dancing. I was eating with a beautiful lady who will, I hope, be my wife in the next edition of Moondoor â maybe in real life though. Dean was congratulating Castiel for having come in here and playing a beautiful part. Sam was also very happy and it was an interesting experience â even if he was a prisoner most of the time. This banquet allowed us to be ourselves a little bit in the real life. It was a transition part between the magical world of Moondoor and our world which was also magical sometimes but not everyone was aware of it. I smiled, enjoying this moment with my friends. I wish we could stay like this forever, out of trouble, simply enjoying life like we did in LARP.
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Hope you liked it :) I wasnât really inspired...
Alternative Universe: The characters are young adults and they are studying in The University of Kansas in Lawrence.
 (SAMâS POV)
I looked at my watch. He was late. My brother was always late and it was annoying me. It was the last year of College for Dean, he was studying Mechanical Engineering. He was more interested in his drawing class and practicing sport rather than the studies but he was good at it anyway. As for me, it was my first year at College, I was in Law School and it was exactly how I imagined it. I was really enjoying this campus and student life, far away from my parents. I was sharing a big apartment with Dean and Charlie â our best friend, but Dean was often outside, dating girls, having one-night stands, ⊠My brother was very popular, he always was. In high school, now in College. And I am known as âDeanâs smart brotherâ or something, but I donât really care.
Dean, Charlie and I were supposed to eat together every Tuesday and Friday noon. This Friday, Dean was late and didnât even text me. I looked at my lunch and sighed again.
âHey Sam!â
I raised my head and saw Charlie sitting in front of me, in the campus yard.
âHello, Charlie. How was your morning class?â
âMeh. I was a bit bored so I played League of Legends.â Charlie pouted.
I shook my head. Charlie was doing a bachelor of science in Information Technology. She was very, very talented with computers. She could hack a system in only a few minutes. Somehow, I was proud of her but she scared me sometimes. We met in High school with Dean and since that day, weâve been best friends. She is such a wonderful person, always here to help. She is very attentive and such a geek. My redhead friend looked around and raised an eyebrow.
â⊠Where is Dean?â
I sighed and shrugged. Charlie seemed to think and then made a little âOh.â. I raised an eyebrow, not understanding what was going on. She nodded to herself and looked at me.
âWe are on Friday right?â
âHuh⊠Yes?â
âHe was supposed to have a date with Mister Cute Guy yesterday.â
âOh.â I said. âCastiel.â
We both looked at each other and sighed in amusement. Right. Of course, Dean was late. It was logical now. Dean met Castiel last year â when my brother was in second year and Cas in first year, and in the last five months they were turning around each other, flirting from time to time. My brother figured out he was bisexual when he was at his first year of College. He never really dated a guy, just flirted with them. He always said it was different with a man, he preferred doing things slowly whereas with a woman, he was always ready for a one-night-stand. Maybe he was afraid of judgement? I didnât know. But the good thing was that no one mocked him for who he was, because Dean was so confident and cool. At least, thatâs what Dean wanted to show. I knew the real Dean, the real anxious and vulnerable brother. But even if he was anxious and not self-confident, he was still a cool brother and a good friend.
Castiel was a Western guy, from San Francisco. He had a rich family with a lot of brothers and sisters and cousins. He always had what he wanted and had always obeyed to his parents. After High school, when he was awarded his diploma with high grades, he said no to his parents for the first time ever. They wanted him to become either a vet or a high-ranking business man. But he didnât want that. He had always had a passion for art and science. So, he left his family to move to Lawrence and start his studies in the Liberal Arts & Science school. His family was against it at first but they didnât have a choice. Moreover, Castielâs older brother Gabriel did exactly the same, and the other brother Balthazar moved away one year after Castiel as well. He was a passionate guy, doing History and Art History studies but with many options such as Ecology, Foreign Languages, Anthropology and even Philosophy. This guy always wanted more and more knowledge. He was such a good student as well. His parents sent him money every month but he gave half of it to charities. Castiel didnât need money thanks to his parents, but he wanted a normal life so he was working at the campus library.
Dean and Castiel kissed each other five months ago during the Halloween party. They were both drunk but they liked it and they couldnât stop thinking about this moment afterwards. So, they were flirting a bit from time to time, analyzing the other. I became tired of their games and Dean knew what I was thinking. So, when he said Cas and him were going on a real date yesterday, the only word that came to my mind was âFinally.â I remembered my brother rolling his eyes, blushing a bit. I didnât want to know what they did because it wasnât my business but when I finally saw my brother in the distance, I was certain about one thing. Someone got laid. I nudged Charlie so she could look at this funny show. Dean was walking weirdly, wearing the same jeans and the College jacket, shirt but this scarf wasnât his. I smiled even more when he saw us and walked toward our table. Gosh, he was so tired, dark rings under his eyes, his tousled hair. He sat next to us and yawned, scratching the back of his neck.
âSorry, Iâm late.â He said with a husky voice.
âHey Charlie, did Dean just do the walk of shame or am I dreaming?â I said with a hint of amusement.
âNah, youâre right Sam. I think he did.â Charlie smiled widely.
Dean looked at us with wide eyes.
âIs it that obvious?!â
âWell, first of all, you are wearing the same clothes as yesterday except this scarf.â I said.
âThen you look so exhausted as if you had a partied the whole night.â Charlie said.
âCan we talk about your messy hair?â
âNah, dude. Can we talk about that big ass hickey?â Charlie said.
Dean blushed beet-red and tried to hide the hickey.
âI⊠Uh⊠Well I spent a good night with CasâŠâ He said with a sudden shy voice.
âWell, Iâm sure about that, and Iâm sure all the people that saw you coming here are aware about this too.â Charlie said with a chuckle.
âWhat do you mean?â Dean said.
He looked around and saw some of his friends, the quarterbacks and some of his class winking at him and nodding like the proud friends they were. Dean swallowed hard and gave them a little smile before turning his face to us again. He closed his eyes and mumbled something. I wanted to add something just to annoy my brother but I saw Castiel with a classmate going to a building. He saw us and waved at us with a shy smile and Dean looked at him. They both glanced at each other, Castiel blushing and making an adorable face. Dean smiled and winked at him. Cas entered the building and Dean was still smiling like an idiot before noticing that Charlie and I were staring at him. He cleared his throat and took a sandwich I bought him. He began to eat without saying a word. I rolled my eyes.
âTell me, Dean. Tell me you are finally officially dating Castiel Novak.â I said, crossing my arms on my chest.
Dean swallowed what he had in his mouth and looked at me and Charlie.
âWhat a pain in my ass you are, Sammy. Yes. We are officially dating. Now, give me a break. I need to properly eat, drink water, take a shower and go to class. And then, after all this, we can talk about that.â
Dean made a surprised face when I high-fived Charlie. Our redhead friend gave me a bit of money while chuckling.
âDamn, dude. You rock!â She said to me.
âYou guys had a bet?!â Dean said.
âYup. I bet you and Cas would finally officially date and get laid. Charlie didnât believe me because, well, you took so much time to ask Castiel out.â I said.
âYour brother was right. Congratulation, Deano!â Charlie said while patting Deanâs shoulder.
My brother pouted and shrugged. He made a little amused smile after all, our good mood was too contagious. He blushed a little, probably thinking about his wonderful night and I chuckled while rolling my eyes. I swear⊠My brother is something. We ate happily until it was finally time for me to go back to class, leaving my best friend and my mushy older brother.
â⊠and so, I was thinking about a new way of classifying the contracts, what about-â
I sighed. This secretary demon was boring and annoying me so much. Why are demons so chatty?! Blablabla⊠I sipped my demonic cocktail while hearing him talking nonsense. Iâve been the King of Hell since a few years now and I was bored. Demons arenât fun sometimes. Especially when it came to paperwork. I mean, come on, why donât you shut up and do your job like the little dog you are. I donât remember being so annoying while I was the King of the Crossroads. I did my job, I made deals, I gave the contracts and basta. It wasnât a big deal. But no, we are in the 21th century, people loved revolutions and demonstrations and yelling at the others about something, so Demons were the same. Poor Hell. It became more sinister and morose. I tried to keep Hell good and make it great again. It didnât work. Hell is⊠chaos like it is used to be but⊠I didnât imagine it could be so hard to rule here.
âSo? What do you think about that, My King?â the demon said.
âWhat?â I looked at him with an annoyed face.
âYou⊠didnât listen?â
âWhy should I listen to you? You are bothering me with your gibberish. Who is the secretary here?â
âHuh⊠Me?â
âRight. And who am I?â
âThe⊠King of Hell?â
âRight. So, do you think I bloody care about how you are classifying the contracts?â I said, raising my voice.
âI⊠Iâm sorry.â
âDo what you bloody want, I donât care! Just give me the contracts that I have to sign like we always did!â
âY-Yes, Crowley.â
I gestured to the demon, telling him to shoo away, and I sighed again. But my face lightened up when an idea crossed my mind. I smirked. Itâs time to have a little bit of fun.
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. The Ritz-Carlton, a five-star hotel. That was my motherâs temporary home. Fancy. She always had expensive tastes. I rolled my eyes and entered the building. I found her room and decided not to appear in it, I just knocked at the door very slowly.
âIf it is about room service, you can come in.â She said without opening the door.
I smirked and opened the door. She was reading something on the couch, without paying attention to me. I came closer to her and spoke with a fake soft voice.
âDo you need me to do something, Madam?â
Rowena suddenly looked at me with a surprised face before making a disgusted and disappointed face.
âUgh⊠Fergus.â
âHello, Mother.â
âWhat is bringing you here?â She said while going back to her book.
âWell, when children are bored, donât they go to see mommy?â
Mother rolled her eyes and sighed, closing her book and turning toward me.
âWhy, dear son, when Iâm enjoying something, even a wee moment, do you always appear in my life again?â
I smirked.
âEvery Princess needs a Villain, Mother.â
âOh, so you are calling me a Princess, Fergus?â She said, arching an eyebrow.
âNo. Iâm the Princess here.â I answered, seeing Rowena roll her eyes again. âWell⊠Iâm a King but you get the picture, right?â
âVery much so.â Rowena said between her teeth.
I huffed a little, proud of myself. Bothering my mother was one of my favorite activities.
âAnyway. Iâm bored and I reconsidered the offer you made last time we saw each other.â
Mother made a âhuhâ and arched an eyebrow again, interested in the conversation all of a sudden. She was making a little smirk, ready to listen to everything.
âThere isnât a good place for you in Hell. You canât hide there. But, I can offer you protection from the Witches who are chasing you, and I can even have them killed.â
âHow so?â
âWell, for the protection, I can send all the demons I want. They know you are the King of Hellâs mother so they will accept.â
Rowena frowned and seemed to think. I walked in the room and grabbed a bottle of whiskey which was here and poured myself a glass of it. I sat on a chair in front of my mother and looked at her, waiting for an answer.
âWhat about killing them?â
âDear Mother, are you forgetting that we have two big, dumb Winchesters and their Angel pet at our disposal. I just have to call Moose or Squirrel, or, I manage to use someone to call them about a Witch case.â
Mother thought again. She hesitated before looking at me.
âDo you think it can work? Using the Winchesters to kill these two numpty witches?â
âWell. Samantha is always willing to help people and Dean is a hunter who needs cases to keep going, and they will call Castiel for backup. Why are you asking that, Mother? Are you in fond of them? You donât want them to get hurt?â I said mockingly at her.
âUgh⊠No⊠I just donât want them to know we are using them. I donât want another drama with the boys.â Rowena said with a hint of annoyance.
I smirked. No one wants a drama with the Winchesters.
âSo, deal?â
âShow time, I guess.â Mother said, winking at me.
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Wasnât really inspired today but Crowley misses me a lot...
âSeriously Dean, where are we going?â Sam asked.
Sam was in the passenger seat of the Impala. Cas and Jack were at the back, looking at me while waiting for me to answer the question. It was Friday morning, around nine oâclock and it had been almost fifteen hours since we were driving. I told everyone to pack some stuff for a whole weekend but I didnât say where and I admit, seeing their confused faces was everything.
âI already said it. Itâs a surprise.â I answered with a little smile.
âYeah but I didnât know what to pack. Guns? Just clothes?â
âDamn, relax, Sammy.â
My little brother was very stressed about this situation. The poor bastard just had the time to bring a few clothes and a gun whereas Jack almost packed his whole room. And CasâŠ? Well, Cas didnât bring anything, as usual.
âDean.â The angel said. âWe all packed different things. You could have at least told us what is going on?â
âIf itâs a surprise, then Iâll wait.â Jack said patiently, a little smile on his face.
Sam sighed and pinched his sinuses.
âOkay. I understand this is a surprise, but is there a good reason for us not to go on this important case I found yesterday? And now I clearly recognize the road and I saw a sign indicating we were going to Las Vegas, so Dean, what the Hell?â Sam said, looking at me.
âWeâre not going to Vegas, weâre just passing near the city.â I said. âWe still have around five hours on the road.â
I saw Castiel frown face in the rearview mirror.
âAre we going to Los Angeles?â He asked.
âWhat a discerning angel.â I said with a big smile.
âOkay, Dean. Really. What the Hell?â Sam said, losing patience.
I sighed. Damn, my brother was such a pain in my ass sometimes. I rolled my eyes and looked at the road, silent for a couple of seconds. Well, itâs been more than fifteen hours since we are all stuck in this car, so I could at least release the tensions in everyoneâs body.
âOkay.â I said. âThe good reason not to go on this stupid case is that we are going to Disneyland in Los Angeles. Happy? Because I am.â
I had a hint of annoyance in my voice because of Sam now, great. The latter choked on his saliva while Jack made a big smile.
âDisneyland?!â He said, almost screaming and getting up from his seat. âOh yes! Iâve always wanted to go there!!! Thank you Dean!â
âJack, calm down.â Castiel said with a soft paternal voice. âDonât get too excited⊠You know what happened last time.â
Jack pouted and sat down again, nodding.
âYes⊠Last time I get too excited because of coffee and because of our night at a bowling alley, I blew up my roomâŠâ
Castiel smiled and patted Jackâs shoulder. I saw our kid smiling back at Cas and looking at me in the rearview mirror with a big smile that warmed my heart. Sam cleared his voice and looked at me with a little furious look.
âYou gave up a case involving demons⊠For Disneyland?â He said while emphasizing each word.
I shrugged and smiled awkwardly. Sammy was like a bomb which was ready to explode.
âI called another hunter so he is on it. Also, Donna and Jody are there for some backup, itâs gonna be okay.â I said, trying to reassure my brother.
âDisneyland, Dean. Disneyland.â Sam repeated. âWhat about âSaving people, hunting things, the family businessâ, huh?â
âYeah, well⊠Rules are changing, Sammy. Now we can talk about âSinging with Elsa, hugging Stitch, the family business.â
âWhat-, you-, are you serious?â Sam asked with a very confused face.
I saw Jack chuckling and Cas rolling his eyes gently. Sam was shaking his head, unable to say anything. I chuckled and looked at him briefly. Poor guy.
âHey, âOhana means family, andâ-â
âYeah, âand family means nobody gets left behind or forgottenâ, I know the quote thank you.â Sam said while sighing.
âYou know your classics Sam!â Jack said.
âSoâŠ? Happy?â I asked Sam.
Sam finally fainted a little smile and shook his head in a that-is-unbelievable way.
âI will be happy if you wear a Stitch shirt.â
âHaha, yeah I will, Sammy, and you will wear a Tangled one!â I said while laughing.
âWill I have a big Simba plushie?â Jack asked very happily.
âOf course, Kid, and Cas will wear Mickey ears!â I said.
âI donât want to be part of this conversation anymore.â Cas answered.
âYou have to choose man, Mickey ears or Cinderellaâs dress.â I said, winking at the angel.
âAlrightâŠâ Cas said. âMickey ears it will be.â
âYouâre such a child, Dean.â Sam said with an amused smile.
âYeah, I know. But we need this in our lives right now, so⊠Letâs enjoy this freaking weekend.â
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A LITTLE BIT OF HAPPINESS WONâT HURT ANYONE, RIGHT?!
Iâve been spending the whole night looking at him. His face was so relaxed when he was sleeping. He was so beautiful, as usual, but when he was sleeping, he was like all his traumas and wounds had disappeared. He was just peaceful and sleeping like Sleeping Beauty. Iâve been dating the giant and unique Sam Winchester since a few months now. Itâs been five months, one week and two days precisely. Samshine took care of me after this whole Asmodeus thing. He healed me both on the outside and on the inside. He is so caring, putting everyone before him. He is attentive and understands a lot of things. I found myself stupid because I didnât see all these qualities before. When I first met Sam and his brother, I thought they were two dumbass hunters. I figured they were pretty smart in the end but damn, so annoying. Always playing heroes and⊠Ugh. But then they hit the wrong button. Family. I still canât believe they made me intervene in this whole Apocalypse thing. Gradually, I became very fond of this giant moose. So perfect. We began to be close and, well, one day I kissed him while I was completely drunk, and he kissed me back et voilĂ ! He wasnât very comfortable at first. Because Iâm a man and mostly because Iâm an Archangel. He was especially scared about his brotherâs reaction. But I told him it would be okay with Dean, the dude is dating my brother Cassie as well. Now look at us. Two rebellious angels dating the Winchester brothers. Lucky us. I bet Heaven and Hell are shocked to death.
I donât care about what they are saying to be honest. I prefer focusing on living this happy life with my new partner. And what a perfect one. Very tall, muscular, mmh this ass is gonna be the end of me soon. His beautiful hair, his shiny and hypnotizing eyes, his little nose. And damn, his sinful lips and tongue. This smile that makes some wrinkles appear on his angelic face, this smile that kills me every time. Those big and strong hands, those arms⊠And his chest, man, his chest is Heaven. His whole body is Heaven. Sam is also so smart and funny. He is so perfect that it is annoying me. Oh my Dad, Iâve never fallen in love so hard with someone. Well, to be honest, I never fallen in love before. Sam was driving me crazy and I freaking didnât care about it. My life was way shinier with him around.
Iâve been watching my human sleep the whole night. All his relaxed traits, his naked body under the sheets. Around 8 oâclock, his breathing changed pace as he was slowly waking up. He opened his eyes while I was stroking his cheek softly. I withdrew my hand and smiled at Sam.
âGood morning, Biscuit.â
Sam stretched himself a little, still laying down. He made a little noise while stretching. How adorable. He smiled at me and cleared his throat.
âHello Gabe.â
I stroked his chest, still looking at my human in the eyes.
âDid you sleep well after such a⊠wild nightâŠ?â I said while winking at him.
And there he was, my adorable confused moose. Sam blushed and I chuckled. He bent a little and kissed me very softly on the lips. I hummed against his mouth and when he detached his lips from me, my smile widened.
âWell, I take that as a yes.â I said in an enjoyed tone.
Sam smiled shyly and then frowned as he saw what time it was.
âEight?â He said while straightening up.
I pouted when I felt a bit cold. Sam was sitting on the bed, rubbing his eyes a bit.
âDamn, Gabe, I was supposed to wake up at six.â Sam said with a tired voice.
âCome on, Sam, itâs just an extra two hours of sleep. Itâs good for you from time to time. Besides, Iâm pretty sure Dean is still in bed with Cassie too. You have nothing to do at six. And donât take Jack as an excuse, the kid knows how to prepare breakfast.â
Sam shook his head while smiling and I took this opportunity to bring him back to me, laying him down on the bed. He looked at me with a little smile.
âIâm sorry.â He said. âItâs just a habit for me to wake up at six. I-â
âYeah, you eat your breakfast, you go outside for a little run, you come back for more stretching, you take a shower, then you drink coffee and itâs at this moment that your brother shows up. Then either you spend the morning doing research to find a case or you read some books in the library.â I said with a fake annoyed voice.
Samâs eyes widened and he bent his head in a confused way.
âDude, your routine is kinda boring.â I said.
âS-Sorry.â Sam said.
âBe like Dean from time to time. Your brother is enjoying some extra sleep thanks to my brother. Or⊠Maybe not, depending on their activities and-â
âEw, Gabriel. I donât want to know what Dean and Cas are doing. I already know it.â
âYeah, well, they are not discreet sometimes, poor Jack, I bet he can hear-â
âGabe! Stop talking about my brotherâs sexual life please.â Sam said while rolling his eyes.
I chuckled and kissed him on the nose. He was so embarrassed, that was funny to watch.
âThe point is, you need to relax sometimes. Sleep in. Or maybe we can go outside from time to time, have a date somewhere in a restaurant or a movie theater, I donât know. But it can be good for you.â
âMaybe youâre rightâŠâ Sam said while thinking about something.
âLet me take care of you.â
Sam looked at me deeply in the eyes. He was half amused and half grateful. It was true that I wasnât really the kind of person who takes care of the others but for Sam, Iâll do anything. He knew that, that was why he was looking at me weirdly. I rolled my eyes gently and smiled a bit, stroking my humanâs chest.
âWhat can I say?â I said. âYouâre my favorite, Biscuit.â
Sam blushed a bit and huffed and kissed me.
âWell, you are making me feel so good, Gabriel. So please, continue.â He said.
âOh, I wonât stop, Sam. Youâre mine now, so Iâm gonna treasure you all the time.â
âBe careful, youâre being mushy right now.â Sam said with an amused smile.
âItâs okay if weâre just the two of us.â I said, arching an eyebrow.
Sam smiled another time. I stretched myself a bit. What a good way to begin a day.
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Hey, a little bit of Sabriel because why not. And a little bit of fluff too after Day 22 which was sad (for my part). :) Hope you liked it!
22 â âI cursed the gloom that set upon us, But I know that I love you soâŠâ
Warning: Characters deaths and description of a âpossibilityâ to the end of season 15. If youâre sensitive to the end of the show, please be careful. I made myself cry while writing it so I donât want to trigger anyone. (Iâm a sensitive crybaby tho)
(DEANâS POV)
 âSammy! Hold on. Come on, you can do it.â
I couldnât hide the distress in my voice anymore. Sammy was in a bad shape, exhausted and a lot of wounds on his body. I was exhausted too, and bloody as Hell. But my brotherâs state was more important than my broken carcass. Sam was alive but so tired, he didnât have any strength left. I clicked my tongue on my teeth and looked around me. The red sky and the stormy clouds made the landscapes very gloomy. The thunder was growling. Heaven was falling and the destruction of Hell was making the ground tremble. Monsters, Angels, Demons, Humans, everyone was either fighting with madness or hiding in order to survive. This was the end. Our world was ending as Chuck decided it so. We tried to fight back. God is hurt and Amara too but they ran away, Jack and Billie chasing them. We tried to follow them but we had to protect our people. It was awful. We lost so many people. Charlie and Bobby from the Apocalyptical world â losing them again. Garth. Donna. Claire. Kaia. Patience. Well⊠Only Jody and Alex were still alive, if we can call being seriously injured and broken on the inside being âaliveâ. Everyone fought bravely but almost everyone died, and now my little brother was exhausted and I couldnât let him die too.
I saw Baby on a corner, still alive. I nodded to myself and looked at Sam, semi-conscious.
âOkay, Sammy. Imma carry you to the Impala. I will take care of you, little brother. Hold on.â
I didnât expect an answer so I immediately carried my giant and heavy brother. Some of my wounds opened again with the effort and it hurt like Hell but I had to keep going. And thatâs what I did. I managed to put Sam in the car, in the passenger seat. I entered the car too and started it. I drove until we were in Lawrence, Kansas, where all had begun. The bunker was gone so he didnât have a home anymore. But we had Baby. I stopped the car under a shelter made of metal sheets. Jody was here with Alex. The young woman was trying to heal her adoptive mother. When they saw Sam, their faces crumpled even more. There was no hope in their eyes anymore, and to be honest, I was no longer sure if I still had an ounce of hope left in me either. I sighed and put Sam on a kind of hospital bed we brought here. I bandaged my brother as much as I could and let him rest. I went out of the shelter and looked around me, the city of Lawrence or what was left of it. Most of the houses were destroyed. It was silent like in a graveyard.
Suddenly, I heard a car passing by us. I turned my head and saw Cas. My face crumpled, all my worry faded as I saw him still being alive. He just had the time to get out of the car that I rushed into his arms, gripping him like I was gripping to life. He was still alive.
âSon of a bitch, you scared me to death.â I said in an accusatory tone.
âIâm sorry, Dean⊠Iâm hereâŠâ
I immediately withdrew. I didnât like the way he was speaking. I looked at the angel with a frowny face. He was more tired than ever. He sighed and looked at me with a sad face.
âI may have found a way to help Jack and Billie. But I donât know how much it will cost me.â
âNo. Donât say something like this whereas I only found you again.â I said, raising my voice.
âDean, if there is any chance to save this world and save you and what is left of our family, I will take this opportunity, no matter what.â
âNo matter what? You mean, âno matter if you have to dieâ?!â
I began to feel tears of anger and distress. No. He couldnât do this to me. Castiel sighed again.
âMaybe I wonât die⊠Maybe I will just⊠give up on my grace.â
It was like my world was collapsing around me â well it was really collapsing though. Cas was ready to sacrifice himself, again. It was unfair. So unfair. I discovered my feelings toward him not so long ago and we⊠We have been dating since then and⊠No. I couldnât accept that. Not anymore. I couldnât let him go with Jack while Iâm standing here with my poor brother. I had to do something too. I had to. I was unable to pronounce a damn word at the moment, everything was stuck in my throat. I was always bad with words anyway. But I really needed to tell Cas everything, but I couldnât, as usual. Â
Castiel cupped my face with one hand and stroked my cheek with his thumb. He gave me a faint smile, his beautiful and deep blue eyes immersing themselves into my green ones.
âI cursed the gloom that set upon us, But I know that I love you soâŠâ
âSo whatâŠ? You are ready to sacrifice yourself again?â I said, almost whispering.
I congratulated myself for having been able to say something. But I immediately focused on Castiel again, my speedy heartbeat hitting my chest.
âIf itâs for saving you and the others, then yes. If I can only sacrifice my grace, then itâs better.â
âBut Cas⊠Your graceâŠâ
âIt would be like this Elf woman who sacrificed her immortality for the man she loves, in the Lord of the Rings. You showed me those movies.â
I shook my head, making a humorless chuckle. A part of me was proud that Castiel had this freaking reference but this conversation and the price behind it were too serious. I gripped Castielâs trenchcoat and squeezed it.
âCas, we are not in a movie, this is realâŠâ I said almost with a strangled voice.
Castiel erased my tears with his thumb and rested his forehead against mine. We both closed our eyes, our breaths mixing together. We remained silent for long minutes until I felt my angel kissing my forehead.
âI have to try.â He said. âI need to try and give Jack more power so he can have a chance to survive. Iâve been human before, so, I can be human again. If it means to survive and save this world, Iâll accept my fate.â
While speaking, Castiel put a little paper with something written on it in my hand. I frowned and looked at Cas with a confused face. Â
âTake Jody, Alex and your brother to the Impala and go to this address. Itâs not that far. Maybe one-hour-drive from here. I canât tell you everything because I donât even know myself, but go there. We will meet each other again in this place, I promise.â
âPromise me I will find you there alive.â I said nervously.
Castiel lowered his head. I sighed and bit my lips in order not to sob. Of course he couldnât be sure of that. It was stupid from me to ask this from him. I swallowed hard and nodded, whispering a soft âokayâ. My angel was about to say something but I couldnât hear more of it. So, I cupped his angelic face and crashed my lips into his, kissing him as if it was the last time â and maybe it was. Castiel returned it and we kissed each other for long seconds, even minutes, simply enjoying this moment, having his body against mine, tasting his soft lips. I hated chick flick moments but right now, I didnât fucking care if I looked like a wife saying goodbye to his husband whose going to war. I didnât want a farewell and yet, maybe it was. We withdrew our lips just in order to breathe and sniff, tears rolling down our cheeks.
âI love you so muchâŠâ I said in a sobbing whisper.
âI love you, Dean Winchester. I will always love you.â
âFuck, I wish our story would have begun way sooner than six fucking months.â I managed to say, my lips shaking too much.
âOur story began the day I raised you from perdition.â Castiel said before kissing me again.
I sobbed against my angelâs lips. He tried to soothe me one last time before withdrawing completely. He took my hand and stroked it.
âSee you there, DeanâŠâ
âSee ya, CasâŠâ
I looked at my guardian angel, my savior, my lover, going into his car, looking at me one last time before starting the car and driving away from me. I guessed my heart went with him because at the moment I couldnât feel a damn thing. I stayed there, alone, for a few seconds before passing a tired hand over my face, wiping my tears away. I looked behind me and saw that Sammy was looking at me too. Shit, he saw it. He saw me, all weak and hopeless, and broken. I took a deep breath and walked toward him. Now, I had to follow the plan. To go to the place Cas told me to. I needed to be strong for my little brother. For Jody and Alex. For Jack. For Cas. I needed to keep fighting. Until the end. No matter what. Because thatâs what we always did.
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Hey, hope you liked it... Sorry for the sad OS... I tried to make an open ending at least...
[Warning: This OS talks about demonic possession so it is a kind of non-con. I know the rules about Suptober but I didnât have any other inspiration for this word. So, I prefer taking the risk anyway. Also, the song name is âThe Phantom of the Operaâ]
(SAMâS POV)
 I woke up with a start. It was dark but my eyes burned me anyway. I tried to look around me but there was nothing. Just a cold and infinite emptiness.
 [Christine] In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came
That voice which calls to me and speaks my name
 I raised my head. I know this voice. Lucifer. I shivered and felt a ball of panic growing inside my guts. No. Thatâs⊠No. Please. I donât want this anymore. I have to wake up.
 [Christine] And do I dream again? For now, I find
The Phantom of the Opera is there
Inside my mind
 I remembered now. I said âyesâ to Lucifer. It was part of the plan. I had to say âyesâ so I could throw Lucifer back in the Cage. But it didnât work. Lucifer was too strong and I couldnât do anything. âDEAN!â I tried to scream my brotherâs name but my throat was dry. Tears began to cloud my eyes. Please. Someone. Suddenly, I felt a wet sensation on my feet. I looked down and saw that there was water. The liquid began to gradually engulf my body. I tried to run but there was no escape. The water was already at the level of my thighs.
[Phantom] Sing once again with me our strange duet
 I looked around me. I heard his voice again. Where is he?! The water was at my neck and I panicked. Why canât I swim? I felt like I was having a heavy ball chained to my feet. The water was now engulfing my face.
 [Phantom] My power over you grows stronger yet
 I was drowning. I was really drowning. All my limbs were paralyzed and I could only have control over my eyes. So, I glanced around to try to find an escape.
 [Phantom] And though you turn from me to glance behind
The Phantom of the Opera is there
Inside your mind
 I saw him. He was there, on the surface, looking at me drowning. I closed my eyes. Please. Then I was able to breathe for no reason. I opened my eyes. I was still in the water but I was able to breathe a little. Not completely but I could. Then I missed a heartbeat. He was there. Lucifer was now in front of me. A tear rolled down my cheek as I saw his monstrous face. His real face. Those red eyes and this former angelic aura which was now a demonic one.
 [Christine] Those who have seen your face
Draw back in fear
 Iâve seen a lot of things since my teenage years. But this? Him? That was worst thing I ever saw. Lucifer stroked my face with a fake gentle way. His touch on my skin woke up all my fears which were buried inside of me. I have a tingling sensation all over my body, an uncomfortable tingling which was gradually nibbling my being. My body. My spirit. My soul. Being possessed by a demon is a thing. Been there, done that, thanks to Meg. But being possessed by an Archangel? By Lucifer? It was like being in a cooler whereas having the size of an elephant. I was cramped in my own body because of Lucifer, and he trapped me in my own mind while he could use my body as he pleased.
 [Christine] I am the mask you wear
[Phantom] Itâs me they hear
 Lucifer smiled at me. An evil smile. I was gradually lacking air again and I was floating in this invisible water, unable to do anything. Lucifer was the driver now, but it didnât seem like I was in the passenger seat anymore. No. I was in the trunk of an invisible car. I could see and hear things but that was all. I was alone, scared and cold. Please, someone help me. Someone save me. I was praying like a hopeless man. I was hoping Dean could save me like he always did. I tried to take control over my body again but Luciferâs grace was scratching away at every part of my spirit. All my attempts were in vain. Â
 [Both] Your/My spirit and my/your voice
In one combined
 It was too late for me to try anything. I just had to wait for someone or something. I just had to watch this monster killing people with my own hands and doing more atrocities. The water wasnât here anymore so I sat in the deepest corner of my mind and hid my head with my arms and legs. Please⊠Help meâŠ
Blood gushed everywhere. Some screams and grunts were heard. A fight involving demons and angels was always bloody. I was focused on my enemies. Three demons left, and we were only two angels. Two of our brothers died and I couldnât let those abominations kill the other one. My eyes glowed and it intimidated the demons. I raised my hand holding the angel blade and rushed toward the demons, my brother on my side. In no time, one demon was killed and I was holding the last one by the neck.
âI thought you were on good terms with Crowley, stupid angel.â He said with a husky voice.
âWell⊠Youâre not Crowley.â
âBut-â
âSay Hello to him for me.â I said before clenching my hand on his neck.
I didnât kill this one. I forced him to leave his vessel so he could go back to Hell. Crowley wasnât answering my messages so I found another way to have his attention. I let the dead body collapse on the floor and looked at my brother. He was kneeling near the bodies of our two dead brothers. I lowered my head.
âI could have saved themâŠâ I said.
âYou tried your best Castiel.â My brother said while getting up and facing me. âIâm glad you came. At least, you didnât fully abandon your first family.â
âI know I disappointed a lot of my fellows.â I said, nodding. âI want to redeem myself to be honest. But you have to know that I wonât go back to Heaven. I can help, I can fight for you if needed, but I wonât go back. My place isnât in Heaven anymore.â
âWe understand. I mean, we know you wonât be back. But Iâll tell everyone how brave you were and that you can be trusted again even if you are a Fallen Angel and a⊠former rebel.â
âThank you, Brother. Take care of yourself.â
âYou too, Castiel.â
Knowing he would be safe now, I left my brother to go inside my car. I stayed inside for long minutes. Itâs getting late. Where should I go now? A motel maybe? I checked my wallet and sighed. Not enough money. I looked in front of me. Maybe I should sleep in the car. Or maybe not. I looked at my phone. Eleven messages, mostly from Dean. I frowned but relaxed immediately when I saw Dean and the others were doing fine. He was just worried about me. I made a slight smile and tried to write an answer, but I wasnât satisfied so I deleted it and started the car.
Lebanon was at least at two-hour-drive and I already made seventy percent of the journey. I saw Dean sending me messages several times because the screen of my phone kept lighting on. I pinched my lips. I should have text him back. Now I felt guilty because I didnât want to come back like this, blood everywhere on my face and clothes. I swallowed and kept my eyes on the road until I saw the familiar lights of the city of Lebanon.
I parked my car in front of the bunker and went out. I stayed in front of the door for a few minutes. Should I knock? Should I open the door? Should I text Sam or Dean before going inside? I sighed again and closed my eyes. Okay, letâs do this. I opened the door and I knew everyone heard it because I admit the door is making so much noise. I closed it and went down the iron stairs. Sam and Dean were in the library and saw me, so they stood up and walked toward me. The smiles on their faces faded as they saw all this blood on me. I sighed.
âNot really mine. I mean 90% of it is from demons.â
âCas, man, where were you? You didnât answer my messages!â Dean said in an accusatory tone.
âDid your mission go wellâŠ?â Sam asked looked at my bloody clothes.
âWell, yes. Two of my brothers died. But we did it.â I said with a neutral voice.
Dean frowned at me, trying to read my mind. I looked at him and showed him he could ask what he wanted to ask. He cleared his throat.
âWhat didnât you answer my messages, Cas? And donât say you didnât want to bother me or something, or Iâll kick your feathery ass.â
âI-âŠâ I said before stopping.
Dean rolled his eyes and Sam shook his head.
âCas⊠You know you donât bother us. You know you can come here after your missions. You know you can come here whenever you want. You have your own room.â Dean said with a hint of minor irritation.
âDean is right, Cas. You can go take a shower and wash your clothes. We have pizzas in the oven.â Sam said.
âWhere is Jack?â I asked.
âIn his room, he is watching a tv show.â Sam answered.
I lowered my eyes, feeling embarrassed. I couldnât stop feeling too much here or feeling lost. I couldnât stop overthinking.
âStop overthinking.â Dean said.
My eyes widened and I didnât have the time to react that Dean took me in his arms and patted my back hard. I heard Sam saying âDude, ew.â when Deanâs body was against my bloody and dirty trench coat. The older Winchester withdrew and smiled at me, now patting my shoulder.
âWelcome Home, Cas.â
I blushed slightly and smiled at Sam and Dean. Iâm home.
Alternative Universe where Balthazar and Gabriel are still alive. The time period is during Raphael and Castielâs battle. Castiel didnât work with Crowley. Â
I never thought I could be back in the game. I just wanted to retreat from all this whole Heaven thing. During the battle that opposed Raphael and the rebellion lead by Castiel, I took the opportunity to sneak out with all the weapons Heaven could have and that I could carry with me. What a great decision it was. I was finally free from all these feathery dumbasses. I could do whatever I wanted, and thatâs what I did.
I first took the initiative of hiding all the weapons, and then I put a kind of spell on me which turned me invisible on the Angel radar. You can never be too careful. After these precautions, the first thing I did was to taste a fine French red wine. ChĂąteau Lafite. Exquisite. Angels can only taste molecules, that is true. But if you force yourself, you can feel some tastes like sweet things, spicy things and strong tastes like alcohol. So, I tried food and alcohol in France and Oh my Dad it was so delightful. Then I went to Italy, Spain, England, Germany, Russia â Russians are so interesting -, Japan, China, yada yada yada. I went everywhere. I spent a lot of time in Brazil though. I donât like humans. Well, I donât care about them. I donât worship them or anything. They are just⊠humans. So, Iâm living among them, and I admit, some of them know how to have fun. I think the most interesting thing is sex. Really. Sex is⊠Sex is life, for real. Angels are so prudish with sticks up their asses. Anyway. I really enjoyed my life for like⊠a few months.
My pleasurable new life didnât last too long, unfortunately. Cassie found me⊠and he wasnât alone. What a surprise when I learned he was still with those hairless apes, the big dummy Winchesters. They are interesting, in a way, and I saw Castiel was very fond of Dean Winchester â well he has been fond of him since he saved him from Hell. Poor Samantha, living between his brother and mine and all this tension. Ew. Anyway, the thing is they asked me to help them to beat Raphaelâs ass, and I donât know why I told them I had Heavenâs weapons⊠But that was not the most surprising thing this year, because what was unexpected was our dear big brother Gabriel coming back whereas everyone thought he was dead. Damn, that dude really is a trickster. He is a true model for me. Really. And I was glad he was here to help us with this battle against Raphael whom Iâm pretty sure wasnât expecting his big bro either.
It wasnât a simple fight. We had to kill numerous brothers and sisters and the loss on our side was pretty much the same as the loss on the other side. But we won. Or⊠Well, we defeated Raphael. But that wasnât a satisfaction. Since Michael was gone with Luci in The Cage, Heaven was purely chaos. I mean donât get me wrong, I love chaos. I love living freely. But up there? They need orders. We are born like this. Without a ruler in Heaven, Angels are lost and it can be destructive. Gabriel wasnât really overjoyed about ruling in Heaven. He was the only Archangel available but he didnât want to stay in Heaven, and I understood him very well. Cassie wasnât ready to be on board and that was surprising. He led a whole army of rebels and now he didnât want the leader seat.
So, here we were, Castiel, Gabe, Inias, me and some other Angels of our garrison, sitting in a bar somewhere in Arkansas. This was a really bitter win. We had some glasses of whiskey and rum on the table, the music was kind of nice but none of us were enjoying the victory. I sighed and tapped the table with my fingers. Castiel scratched his neck. Gabriel rolled his eyes and cleared his throat.
âOkay, guys.â He said before he paused in order to have everyoneâs attention. âWe are clearly not in a good mood but⊠This is a victory somehow. Without Raph, there wonât be another Apocalypse.â
âYou forget the Winchesters, Gabe.â I said with a smirk.
Castiel looked at me with dark eyes. I rolled my eyes.
âBut if none of you want to be our leader, what is going to happen?â Inias said. âWe need a ruler, we need ordersâŠâ
âI understand your fear, Inias.â Castiel said quietly. âBut I really donât want to be the leader of Heaven. Leading rebels, yes, why not. Because it was a good cause in my opinion. Leading Heaven? Too complicated. Iâm a Fallen Angel. And I⊠I donât want to disappoint you.â
âYou prefer staying with the Winchesters.â I said. Castiel frowned at me but I shook my head in defense. âItâs not a mockery, relax, Cassie. You have all rights to prefer those humans. Who am I to judge you?â I chuckled. âI prefer staying on Earth too, to be honest. But, damn, I donât want Heaven to fall in chaos. What would happen if hundreds and hundreds of Angels lose it? There are billions of souls up there, and Dad we know how powerful a human soul can be. We need to find something to keep everyone calm.â
âWhat are you suggesting, then?â Castiel said, a bit impatient.
âI donât know, brother. And you donât know either. Thatâs why we are all sitting here like desperate feathery assholes.â I said before drinking a bit of whiskey.
âOkay fellows.â Gabriel said while getting up. âLook at us. Victorious fighters, full of wounds, looking like shit in a bar. Iâm pretty sure there are plenty of âgoodâ angels, ready to rule Heaven very well. The majority of our kind is trusting us because of our victory against Raphael. Maybe we can just help finding a good ruler. When itâs done, bye bye Heaven, that was a pleasure now imma go back to Vegas and have sex with pornstars.â
There was a silence after Gabrielâs words. Inias and the others were blushing, Castiel was passing a tired hand over his face and I was chuckling slightly. Then I got up too, filling my glass while everyone was waiting for me to say something.
âOkay, boys. We will do what Gabe said. Inias, Camael, or I donât know who will lead Heaven. I donât care. Right now, we have to celebrate the victory. So, let me pour one out to all our brothers and sisters who fell during the fight.â I raised my glass and I saw everyone doing the same. âTo having avoided another Apocalypse. To freedom, orders, sex, alcohol, or anything you want. To our victory. To⊠Heaven.â
âTo Heaven.â
Everyone said it and we clinked our glasses before drinking the entire container. Even if the future was now uncertain, we really needed to relax and enjoy simple things and victory, all together.
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Iâm always happy to see the boys. Even if I donât always show it, having them at home is such a pleasure. They always manage to turn this morose house into a place of fun and joy. Sometimes I play with them, sometimes I let them play together, it depends. When Iâm reading something or helping a hunter on the phone, I like hearing them laugh and play in the house or outside. Iâm getting used to it now. John often comes to my house now that the boys are familiar with me. And this time, John left the boys for almost a month and a half. He was around Seattle so very damn far from Sioux Falls. But I didnât care anymore. There was nothing I could do to help this poor bastard. Every time he showed up at my place, I was just politely talking to him before taking care of the boys. Sam and Dean are more important to me than John Winchester.
It was summer 1990, and the kids were playing hide and seek outside. I looked at my books, listening to the radio distractedly. Something kept my attention. âThe season of storms keeps going with a big one approaching Nebraska and South Dakota. Violent winds and rain are expected in the next few hours for Nebraska and South Dakota tomorrow nightâŠâ I sighed. Great. A big storm tomorrow⊠I looked at the boys outside. Well, they will have to find a way to play inside, then.
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It was the end of the afternoon. I had finished classifying some books before going outside. The sky was gray and the wind was already strong. But it didnât seem to bother the Winchester brothers. They were racing against each other, little Sam trying to catch his big brother. I stayed on the porch, my arms crossed on my chest, looking at the boys playing. Suddenly, a gust of wind hit my face and snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked at the sky and it was darker than earlier. I sighed and whistled so that the boys can have my attention.
âSAM! DEAN! Get your mugs inside, now. A storm is coming.â
Sam immediately ran toward me and Dean was walking in a sulking way and he pouted at me. I rolled my eyes gently and opened the door so they could go inside. I closed the door and locked it. Then I closed the shutters in every single room while Sam and Dean were looking at me, a bit incredulous.
âWill the house stand with the storm?â Dean said a bit worried.
âOf course, it will.â I said while closing the last shutter. âThis house is a goddamn fortress.â
To be honest, I was a bit worried too but I couldnât show it to the boys. This house had resisted many storms before, so why would this storm be different, right? I began to go upstairs.
âCome and help me, boys.â
Sam, Dean and I went downstairs with two mattresses and put them in the living room.
âAlright.â I said. âThis house is strong enough to stand against the storm but I prefer having you two here. So, get your stuffs in the living room, we are spending the evening and night here.â
Sam and Dean nodded and went upstairs to take some clothes, blankets and some books and papers. I brought some candles just in case there will be a power cut. When everyone was prepared, when the boys were settled down in the living room, it was already time for me to cook dinner. I hated cooking. And I was bad at it. But those kids deserved a good meal. So, I tried pasta with some pesto and salmon. When I gave the meals to the boys, Sam ate it quietly while Dean looked at the plate with a disgusted face.
âWhat the Hell is that?â
âLanguage, boy. Itâs pasta with pesto. And salmon. Itâs good for you.â
âBut itâs⊠green.â Dean pouted.
âOh, sorry, your Majesty. Do you prefer golden spaghetti with some glitters on it? Do you want red wine to go with your meal?â
Sam laughed at my answer and Dean rolled his eyes. I looked at him, daring him to answer this. The young boy shook his head and ate without a word.
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It was 9 oâclock and it was already a dark and stormy night. The wind was hitting the house violently, making the wooden frame crack. I was busy cleaning the kitchen and I secured everything upstairs. I just had the time to go down that the power ran out and I heard Sam scream a bit.
âItâs okay Samâ I shouted so he could hear me from the living room. âImma check the electricity meter. You boys light some of the candles I put in the living room. Also, you have an electric lamp which works with batteries. Use it. Be right back.â
âOkay Bobby!â Dean answered.
I nodded to myself and went into the basement where the electricity meter was. I tried to turn on the electricity but it was obvious that the power cut was general. I bet a big part of Sioux Falls was in the dark right now. I went out of the basement and opened the door of the living room. My eyes widened as I could see the lit candles in the room but most importantly, a big tent made of sheets. I could see Sam and Deanâs shadows inside of the construction. What the⊠How did they manage to do it? I went in front of it and opened the sheet a bit so I could see the Winchesters. They looked at me, Sam a bit afraid because of the storm.
âHello boys. Can you let me join you?â
âOf course, Bobby.â Dean said while I was entering the tent.
âHow did you do that?â
âWell, we began when you were cleaning the kitchen and we just finished.â Dean said. âSammy is feeling safer inside the tent. I also took the battery lamp here.â
âThatâs a great idea, boys.â
I frowned as I saw books and Samâs school bag.
âYou boys arenât going to sleep?â
âNot now, I have to help Sam for his lessons.â
âBut itâs Holidays.â I said.
âI want to try to read more things.â Sam said.
Oh, right. Itâs been a year since Sam is able to read. The kid is doing great with homework. Dean didnât like school but he was glad to help his brother. I stayed with them, listening to Sam reading. From time to time he jumped because of the thunder, but Dean and I immediately soothed him so he could fully focus on his story. After a moment, the little boy yawned and closed his book before laying on the mattress near Dean. The big brother looked at me and nodded before laying down next to Sam. I began to get out of the tent when the little voice of Sam called me.
âWhere are you goingâŠ?â
âDean is protecting you inside the tent and Iâm going to protect both of you outside the tent.â I said softly. Now you boys can sleep safe and sound, Iâm here. This is just a storm, nothing will happen to you, I promise.â
Sam nodded and whined a little bit when the wind hit the house violently and the thunder made the house tremble. Dean hushed him and let the lamp near them. I went out of the tent and sat down on the couch, taking a book and read the whole night, watching over my two little boys until they finally fell asleep.
I love all the seasons. They all have something special. Winter is generally snowy and people are gathering together to celebrate Christmas or New Eve. Itâs cold but children are playing in the snow, building snowmen and having snowball fights. Itâs the time to stay at home and enjoy a good fire in the fireplace. Spring is like the rebirth of Earth. Like a Phoenix. Flowers are growing in the meadows, bees are pollinating, the weather is gradually better and warmer. Itâs also the season of Love. Everything is greener and people are in a good mood. Summer is the great season that smells Holidays. Tourism is at its top, everyone is traveling, the sun is up and very warm. People are enjoying swimming at the beach, drinking lemonade. Music festivals are everywhere. Itâs like the season of happiness where everyone seems free. And then, Fall. Autumn. The Indian Summer. When the leaves are becoming yellow, orange or red before they fall on the ground. When itâs time to put a scarf or a coat but itâs not that cold, and not that warm either. It is the transition period between the warm and noisy summer and the cold and quiet winter. I admit Fall and Spring are my favorite seasons because they represent the end and the beginning and it is very meaningful.
This year, I wanted something special. I wanted some time off. Especially for Sam and Dean. They deserved to have some vacation. There was a new generation of hunters and Jody and the girls were still here. So, Jack and I forced the Winchesters to not go on this vampire hunt in Alabama. We called some hunters there and then I asked the brothers to pack some stuff. I didnât tell them where we were going. I was so excited and I think they havenât seen me like that for days. 16th of October. Itâs been three months and two days since I am in a relationship with Dean. I thought this relationship would be impossible and I admit I tried to make the first step but I was so afraid that he would reject me. I donât really remember since when I am in love with Dean Winchester. Probably the moment I touched his shoulder and raised him from perdition. But what I was sure of was that I was finally aware of these feelings after we went to Purgatory. I tried to hide or ignore these feelings but⊠It was in vain. So, from time to time I gave Dean some hints, some words, some facial expressions, and so on. But he never seemed to understand it. That was making me a bit sad but the most important was that we were still friends and that was what mattered at the time. In the beginning of August, we had a little fight and he was a bit drunk and I really didnât want him to go away so I caught him and⊠he kissed me. It was a desperate kiss at first but⊠it became softer. I remember our two faces withdrawing, my confused face and Deanâs red one. And we kissed again, and again, and again. He hid his face in my neck, without saying anything. In fact, we didnât talk the whole night. I helped him lay down in his bed and he gripped me tight so I wouldnât leave. We stayed in bed, pretty close to each other. I remember this night very well. It was a bit strange at first but Dean and I are very comfortable in our relationship now. He even said those three words to me on September 18th, the day we met. It took him almost one month to say âI love youâ in a sincere and comfortable way, and Iâm so happy since this day. I also think Sam and Jackâs support were very helpful. Dean was afraid that his brother wouldnât accept our relationship. Dean didnât say it but Iâm pretty sure it is because he always had adventures with women and⊠Now he is with a man, and he discovered he maybe loves both? But Sam was totally okay with this, I even saw a kind of relief in his eyes, as if he was waiting for this moment for years⊠And Jack is very happy too and he doesnât hesitate to show his support all the time⊠I have to say that everyone we know is happy for Dean and I, and that is warming my heart so much that Iâm scared it will explode at a given time.
So, for this Fall season, I took Sam, Dean and Jack somewhere to a big cabin in Algonquin Park in Ontario, Canada. It was near the Cache Lake. The cabin was on the top of a hill so we could see Autumn invading the trees. It was a spectacular view. I was outside, on a balcony, a mug with hot chocolate in hand. Jack insisted about this, even if I canât be thirsty. I drank it from time to time, feeling the cacao molecule and the warmness of the drink in my throat. Even if I donât feel anything, I am now aware of everything. Especially because I was human for a short time. Iâm not cold but I can feel the little freezing wind on my face. I was wearing a Led Zeppelin shirt, Deanâs one to be honest. Sam and Dean forced me to leave my trench coat behind for this vacation so I was wearing casual clothes.
I was so in my thoughts that I didnât really hear Dean opening the slide door. I felt him covering my body with a fluffy plaid. I looked at him and bent my head. He was wearing a dark gray sweater.
âEnjoying the view?â He said, smiling.
âYes.â I said while looking at the trees before looking back at Dean. âWhy did you put a blanket on me?â
âMaybe because I donât want to hug a frozen angel, dumbass.â Dean said, rolling his eyes.
âOh⊠Sorry.â
Dean frowned a bit and bent he head to look at the shirt I was wearing.
âYou freaking thief!â He said, faking a very offensive face. âI was looking for this shirt everywhere!â
I stopped breathing for a second and drank my hot chocolate innocently.
âI⊠I really love this one⊠It is a bit too large for me but⊠It smells like you and Iâm⊠feeling safe and well with it.â I said, blushing hard.
I saw Dean blushing beet-red too, swallowing hard. He sighed loudly and lowered his head, mumbling things.
âI swear, youâre so adorable.â He said.
He raised his head and looked at the view before taking a deep breath. He looked back at me.
âOkay, go back inside with me Cas, itâs a bit too cold for me here.â
I nodded and followed him inside. We sat in front of the fireplace. It was way warmer here. Dean began to snuggle a bit against me so I opened the plaid I still had over my shoulders and wrapped Dean with it. We were surrounded by this warm blanket and I still had my hot chocolate, almost empty. Dean kissed my neck several times, humming while doing so and I couldnât repress a shiver on my spine. I looked at him, feeling my cheeks burning. He saw my confused face and chuckled.
âSorry, I know I promised Sam I wonât be too mushy with you in front of everyone. But⊠Lucky us, weâre alone now. Sam and Jack went hiking somewhere.â
I didnât know what to say but Dean didnât wait for an answer anyway. He took my hot chocolate and put it away before kissing me on the lips. I closed my eyes and returned the kiss, adding some softness. Dean withdrew his lips and stayed close to me, our breathing mixing together.
âThank you for this vacation, Cas⊠I love you.â He said while blushing.
âI love you too, DeanâŠâ I said before kissing those perfect lips again.
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I was very excited about this. Dean and I were on a case, a vampire case and we were just the two of us. I was so glad Dean trusted me to bring me on a case again. Last time we were two was with this witch and this zombie case and apparently, Dean was pretty impressed and proud of me. This is making me so happy. Even though I looked like a young man â well Iâm technically three years old â people are beginning to take me seriously. The family of the victim and even the cops thought I was new or Deanâs trainee.
I learned to be discreet when Dean told me so, I learned everything about monsters and hunting so I could easily read the report at the morgue and identify the victim and the cause of death, but I could also interrogate people in a very polite way and I admit I really donât know why people are so kind to me but they told me more than they told Dean. âItâs your angelic mug, Iâm sure.â Dean said. I just shrugged. I donât know but Iâm feeling useful and even when Dean gave a jealous look or comment, I knew he was proud of me. I could sense it. Dean is a true model, and so is Sam and Cas, obviously. Iâm lucky to have three fathers to take care of me and teach me everything they know â and they know a lot about almost everything. I just love training with Cas or even walk around the forest and talk about nothing. He knows a lot of about everything due to his long life as an Angel of the Lord. Sam is a very good teacher too. Very patient and attentive and he knows a lot of things. I love making him proud when I answer his questions in a correct way. I really love them both. And Dean⊠It is very special for me to spend some time with him. I know he didnât like me in the beginning. He even wanted to kill me because Iâm a Nephilim. But now? Now he is very nice to me. I can sense he is regretting some things that happened between us so he tries to redeem himself. That is making me feel good because we are spending such good times together. He taught me how to drive and more than that: he taught me how to drive the Impala. I can feel a kind of symbolism behind all of this. The Impala is more than just a car so Iâm feeling very honored to have been taught to drive with her. Also, Dean and I went to fishing, or bowling, or other activities he likes and I admit I like these activities too because I can see how Dean is relaxed and happy in those moments and I noticed itâs something he needs in order not to lose it. Sam, Dean and Cas went through a lot of bad things and Iâm very glad they still find the time to relax or enjoy sweet little moments like a dinner or something.
Right now, we were at a diner. We interrogated everyone and Dean said we should eat before locating the vampire. The waitress came to us and smiled at me.
âWhat a lovely son you have, sir.â She said to Dean.
I made a big smile and I saw Dean nod at the waitress with proudness.
âI will take the big brunch menu please, with a beer.â He said.
âA beer at eleven? Okay.â The lady said chuckling. âAnd for you, Sugar?â
âI will take a hot chocolate and a the cake of the day, please.â
âSwitch it up!â Dean said.
âHuh?â The waitress said looking back and forth between me and Dean.
âDean, you sure?â I said with wide eyes.
âYeah, switch it up with bacon and eggs. Also bring another beer Maâam, please.â Dean said while winking at me.
I looked at the waitress and nodded automatically. Oh okay.
âYou have to be a man, now, Jack. And you have to have a lot of energy for whatâs coming next, so, eat a big ass meal and letâs go kill this son of a bitch.â
I chuckled and nodded at Dean. I couldnât refuse to be honest, because I really want to be like him, a strong and smart hunter.
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