Sweet Dreams Are Made of These[3/4]
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theinsaneeraserSweet Dreams Are Made of These Part Three
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There was no sound for a moment and he turned to leave, to flee; something. He couldn’t face this; he couldn’t face the cold that seeped into his chest, his stomach. He held Rumble closer to himself, ignoring the unhappy mew he gave before a hand on Dean's shoulder stopped him from moving. Dean let out a startled sound before turning around fast.
Lips met his and if it wasn’t for Lucifer’s quick reflexes, he’s pretty sure Rumble would have landed on the floor and been hurt.
He didn’t know where he had been discarded, but he was pressed into a wall, hand still on his shoulder, cold and searing. He brought up his own hands to try and push him away, suddenly frightened. He didn’t want to be hurt, didn’t think he could handle losing this; he needed to do the hurting. He needed to stay in charge, to stay strong because if he crumbled now, if Lucifer forced him down he didn’t think he’d ever get up.
Maybe that was Lucifer’s plan all along.
“Dean.” Lucifer’s voice was stern, demanding and Dean stilled, unable to help himself. “What you heard was me questioning myself, questioning if I was truly on the right path, the path I want to be on. You have… changed things, you have changed me. You are a complication in my original plan, yes, but I don’t know if I hate that as much as I should.”
Dean stared up at Lucifer, their lips barely inches apart. He wished he could see, could look at Lucifer face, his emotions. He needed to be able to see if this was all a lie or not, some plan to make him say yes to Michael. If it wasn’t for the fact that Lucifer wasn’t towering over him, he’d think he’d had gotten in Sam already.
“I don’t…” Dean closed his eyes and relaxed against the wall, his fingers curling in Lucifer’s shirt. “Don’t leave me.” He whispered his emotions out there for the world to do with as it pleased. He knew Lucifer could take this, could use this to destroy him.
“I - ”
What ever Lucifer had been about to say was cut off by an exploding sound. Dean jumped and Lucifer pressed himself flat against Dean, He could feel the wall shake and he guessed that Lucifer had been protecting him from the debris from the explosion.
“Lucifer.” The voice was new, one he didn’t recognize. “Where is he, Lucifer? What have you done with him?”
It wasn’t Cas and it wasn’t Sam, but someone was looking for him. Maybe it was Michael, coming to get him; maybe it was Zachariah… no, it didn’t sound like that douche bag.
“Dean?” a voice called out and that voice was Sam. Dean bit his lip to keep from calling out. Now that he knew Sam was here, he wasn’t sure that he wanted Sam to know where he was. He swallowed and gripped the back of Lucifer’s shirt, silently cursing himself. He should run to Sam. Should be happy that Sam was going to take him away, had found him. But that meant leaving Lucifer behind and Dean didn’t think he could do that; not anymore.
“Lucifer, step aside.” That was Cas’ voice, but there was something wrong with it; he sounded tired. “Let him go.”
“I’m not holding him here.” Lucifer spoke up and Dean felt a hand on his shoulder. He pressed into it and closed his eyes, relaxing slightly. Lucifer was here, Lucifer wouldn’t make him leave, would he? No. “Dean is choosing to stay behind me of his own free will.”
“What the hell did you do to him?” Sam demanded angrily and Dean flinched. He stepped to the side a little, not that he could see anything, but so that Sam and Cas could see he was alright. Maybe if they saw he wasn’t hurt, they’d leave him alone; leave them alone. “Dean, Dean we’re going to get you out of here.”
Dean didn’t want to leave though. He looked up towards Lucifer and he could feel his unease, it was rolling off of him; he was fighting something, an inner battle? He gripped his shirt tighter, because Lucifer wasn’t thinking of handing him over was he? No, Lucifer wouldn’t give away what was his…
Dean tried not to think about how wrong that last line had sounded even in his own mind.
“Lucifer, just let him go bro, let us take him back; I don’t want to hurt you.”
Dean didn’t like the sound of that. He opened his mouth to tell who ever that was where they could stick their fucking threats, but Lucifer placed a hand on his shoulder; Dean didn’t like that. He turned towards Lucifer and tried to convey a look, and without being able to see he didn’t know if he had pulled it off. He wanted to convey that Lucifer better not just let him go because Dean didn’t want to go!
Dean startled when there was a hand covering his eyes. He opened his mouth to protest - what was Lucifer doing - when lips were pressed against his, soft and gentle; caring. He could hear the questioning and surprised sounds that Sam, Cas and the other guy were making, but Dean kissed back; Lucifer wasn’t letting him go, that had to be what this meant. He gripped Lucifer’s shirt tighter before crying out as a bright light flashed into his eyes.
He pulled back, blinking rapidly and huge arms – Sam? – wrapped around him, tugging him backwards. Dean opened his eyes, cringing as his eyes were assaulted by light and color. He squinted, trying to focus as Sam continued to drag him backwards, unable to fight through the haze. His eyes settled on soft blue, soft blue that he’d remembered being cold at one point; now they just looked lonely.
Dean furrowed his brows, because that was… that was Lucifer. He opened his mouth to call for him but he’d been dragged out of the house and Cas was now in his sight. Dean winced as the harsh blue of his eyes cut into his skull, the bright sun from outside only making it worse. Cas frowned and placed a hand to his forehead and then everything was black.
Dean woke up to hissing, and a splitting migraine.
Rumble was on his chest – he refused to open his eyes, even just cracking them a little, all the light shining into his retinas was painful – his paws a soft weight on it. He was curled into him, and he could feel his growls as much as he could hear them. He cursed and placed a hand on him, moving to sit up. This was a bad idea, as not even two second latter lightning flashed straight into his skull, flattening him once more.
“It’s a kitten you guys, you’re scared of a kitten?” Mystery man asked, amusement in his tone. “C’mon Sammy, I’m sure you scare it more then it scares you.”
“Gabriel, it already nearly tore off my fingers!” a voice – Sam – complained loudly and Dean couldn’t help but groan, letting his head fall back. “And I don’t see you running to the rescue!”
He tried to open his eyes again, this time getting a glimpse of pure white before snapping them shut again. He missed the darkness, the comfort it gave him. He didn’t need to worry about stupid migraines brought on by the light. He tried to sit up again, his hand reaching out to cuddle the obviously distressed kitten, as well as sooth her. He didn’t know why she was acting like this, or how she’d managed to get here.
“Gabriel, Sam is right. That kitten if very… aggressive for an animal like that. I believe she’s trying to protect Dean from us, I do not know how long they have been together, but we are new, and Dean is in pain; she would not be happy with us.” Cas, yeah that was Cas’ voice, called out softly, as if he knew the reason for Dean’s pain; he probably did.
“Dean?” Sam called out, a little more quiet this time. “Are you alright, what hurts?”
“My head now will you all shut the fuck up!” Dean snapped and moved to sit up against the head board. There was a small-warm hand against his forehead and the pain was gone. He waited a moment before he opened his eyes.
Once again everything was bright-white, too intense for him to really pick anything out, and then it started to dim. Still his vision was blurry, but he could make out blobs of color. Something a tan color – Cas? – to his left, a brown-ish color in front of him, with some blue – Sam – and something green with a little red - mystery man, possibly the guy Sam called Gabriel – too his right.
Wait what… Gabriel?
Dean sat up, no longer held down by his migraine. He squinting, urging his vision to come back. Rumble had stopped hissing, but anytime any of the blobs tried to come closer, she’d let out out a warning growl, causing them to step back. The only one who didn’t seem interested in testing the kitten’s patience was the green blob, who was starting to come into focus now.
The green blob turned out to be a jacket, and the red a dress shirt. He also wore baggy blue jeans and had copper-red hair. Dean blinked a few times, those honey brown eyes looked familiar… it was the Trickster. The same one he’d thought he’d killed back at that school, and the one who had in turn killed him over two hundred times in Mystery Spot for kicks and giggles…
“Hey Dean-o, long time no see.”
Dean scrambled out of the bed, Rumble a forgotten heap on the bed as he searched the room for a weapon. His eyes locked onto a gun on the table, it wouldn’t kill him but it was still worth it. He grabbed it, stumbling over some sheets, causing him to slam his hip into a table. He cursed but held up the gun, pointing it at the Tricker's head and glaring.
“Sam, what the fuck is he doing here?” He demanded, not lowering the gun even as Castiel called out for him to relax and step in front of him, a frown in place. Sam also joined the protective line, but still Dean didn’t waver. If Sam was off making deals with monsters again, maybe a good bullet to the shoulder would clear his mind a little.
“Dean, this is no monster, who you see before you is Gabriel, the Archangel; my brother.” Castiel explained. “Yes, he is also the Trickster Loki, but that is only an alibi he used, I assure you he is the real archangel.”
“An Archangel?” Dean asked a little shocked and disbelieving. “That thing is an archangel, that thing killed people, killed me.”
“Yes, his choices were… not the best, bu-”
“That whole killing you thing was to try and get Sam to realise that he couldn’t save you, so maybe he wouldn’t go screw the pretty demon girl and make my brother dance his way top-side.” Gabriel countered, snapping so he was off to the side, chocolate bar in hand. “It’s a long story Dean-o, one I’m not really up for telling.”
Dean frowned and looked at him, before Cas and then Sam, who held his hands out, nodding. He cursed and tossed the gun to the side. He walked back over to the bed where a ball of black fur was whining unhappily. He scooped Rumble up and started scratching him behind the ears, trying to calm him down. He knew Sam was watching him, but he didn’t really care, he just sat back down and tried to cheer the poor kitten up.
Finally Rumble calmed down enough to look up at him with her green eyes. Lucifer had been right, they did look like his. He chuckled and scratched her under her chin, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in his gut when he thought of Lucifer.
The bed dipped and he looked up to see Sam staring at him with worry. He sighed and looked back at Sam before looking down at Rumble who growled softly but settled down when Dean didn’t protest.
“That’s Sam, he’s my brother.” Dean explained. “He’s a friend.” He didn’t know if Rumble could understand him, he just hoped she would. He placed her in his lap and turned to look fully at Sam.
“Dean, I know you hate the emotions thing, but whatever happened know that I am here to talk to. Whatever he did, you’re safe now.” He smiled and placed a hand on his shoulder. Dean looked at it, realising how big it was compared to Lucifer’s; how warm. Like Gabriel’s, his hands had been super-heated.
“He didn’t do anything.” Dean looked away. “He just showed me something… he was nice.” Dean’s words were barely whispered. He knew Sam would make up some story about Lucifer breaking him, or brain-washing him… and maybe Lucifer had, all he knew was he missed him. It hurt to know that Lucifer had just given him away like that.
“It’s alright, Dean. We’ll get through this.” That was Cas, and the bed dipped yet again. He looked over, green eyes meeting blue but he found himself unable to keep the gaze.
They were the wrong shade, too deep; they needed to be lighter.
Dean closed his eyes, suddenly tired again. He petted Rumble until he started to purr loudly again, hoping the others didn’t cause him too much distress. He cared for the kitten, as it was the only thing he had left of Lucifer, now that he’d been abandoned.
He always seemed to be abandoned, one would think he’d be used to it by now.
“I’m going to get some sleep.” He mumbled and closed his eyes, finding it easy to drift off. The last thing he remembered was blankets being pulled over him, the rumbling purr of Rumble and then sweet darkness.
Dean woke up to darkness, and part of him thought maybe it had all been a dream. But when he felt the rough cheap-hotel room mattress under his back, the springs cutting into his skin; he realised he wasn’t. His eyes finally adjusted to the shadows and he swung his legs around the side, putting Rumble – he was asleep – on the pillow and looked around.
He could see Sam sleeping on the bed, chest rising and falling in slumber, and a quick look around the room showed it was otherwise empty; if you didn’t count the table and the door leading to the bathroom. He got to his feet and made his way over to that door, opening it and then closing it behind himself.
He didn’t want to, but he flipped on the light and stared at himself in the mirror.
It had been the first time he’d seen himself in for who-knew how long, and if Dean didn’t know better he’d think he looked scared. Maybe he did, maybe the thought of seeing himself, and the damage that Lucifer could have caused was written all over his face. Only, he looked good. He was a little pale, but that was from lack of sun-light, but other then that he was clean-shaven – aside from a little stumble – and he looked healthy.
He looked down at himself – he was wearing a t-shirt and jeans –and they didn’t feel any bigger or smaller then normal, and he still looked in shape. He could see a few scars from the whippings, but they were fading fast. He looked back up at himself and he was smiling. Why was he smiling? Why did he feel such happiness knowing that Lucifer hadn’t wrecked him, hadn’t changed him in any way that was noticeable on the outside?
He pushed away from the counter and quickly used the toilet before making his way back out into the main room, which was now occupied by two angels.
Cas was sitting on the side of Sam’s bed, easing his dreams from the look of it, and Gabriel was watching intently from his place at the table. He hadn’t heard Sam scream or call out, but somehow both angels had been alerted to his distress, and Dean decided not to disturb them. He waited, leaning against the doorway till Cas stepped back and Gabriel’s eyes found his.
“Is he alright?” Dean walked over to his own bed to find Rumble sitting up waiting for him. He picked him up and placed him on his lap as he watched Cas sit more comfortably on the bed.
“Yes, he was dreaming about Ruby and Lucifer, and his guilt is attacking him in his dreams. Gabriel and I try and ease it as much as we can, but he blames himself for everything; including what happened to you.”
“I’m fine.” He replied snappishly and curled up on the bed.
Dean didn’t know if that was true or not, because every time he thought about Lucifer or someone mentioned his name his chest clenched and it hurt. He pulled Rumble towards his chest and let him settle before closing his eyes, falling back asleep once again. He wasn’t tired but being awake didn’t seem like a good thing to do right now.
The next time Dean woke up he was expecting the light. He was ready for the sting it caused and pushed himself up.
He didn’t know how long he’d been asleep but Sam wasn’t in the room, and neither was Cas – but the Trickster was present. Dean eyed the Trickster-Archangel-thing snacking on skittles at the table. He ruffled Rumble's ears, when he realised he had no food for him, or a kitty-litter box, or anything for him really. He cursed and turned towards Gabriel who was already snapping.
He flinched back, expecting a piano to drop on his head, or maybe he was in hell and all this, including Lucifer, had been a lie. Instead there was a dish of water and food off to the side, along with a little litter box. He let Rumble down, who bounded over to it, sniffed and looked over at Dean. Dean nodded and Rumble dug in, purring extra loud, happy to have food. Dean chuckled and smiled a little before Gabriel made an amused sound.
“I never figured you for the nurturing type.” He chuckled again and Dean shot him the finger, walking over to the window and looking out into the parking lot; no Impala. “You say he didn’t hurt you, but you have scars all over your body.”
Dean turned to look at him, frowning. He really had no way to answer that question, well, he did but none of his answers would sound good. They didn’t understand, they’d have to get inside his head for it to make sense; maybe that was the point. Maybe Lucifer had fucked up his way of thinking. The problem was, Dean didn’t care, he’d been happiest with Lucifer, for once he felt important, and someone had taken care of him.
He missed that, and he missed Lucifer.
Gabriel gave him a funny look and Dean just looked back towards the parking lot to see Sam pulling in. He sighed and made his way over to the bed, sitting down on it with his head in his hands. He was hungry and that was probably Sam with breakfast.
Rumble mewed and pawed at his leg. He looked down at him, matching eyes meeting as he petted him gently. He purred loudly and head-butted his thigh. Dean smiled down at him as he heard the door open, but he didn’t bother lifting his head to see, he knew it was Sam. Dean could tell Cas was behind Sam, as his footsteps were lighter then Sam’s; less body mass.
“Hey Dean, I got you your favourite, and no I didn’t forget the pie.” Sam chuckled and walked over, dropping a bag into Dean’s lap. Dean looked down at it and pulled out the container that held the pie and unwrapped the burger. He stared at it, blinking. He looked up at Sam who was staring at him, then back down at the hamburger in his lap.
He… hadn’t had to feed himself since…
He swallowed and shook his head, placing a hand on the whining kitten. “Shh, I’m fine.” He mumbled before picking up the burger and taking a bite out of it. It felt… awkward feeding himself after not having to for so long. It wasn’t that he wanted Lucifer to treat him like a child, but it had all been apart of the “someone else taking care of him” thing, and it had just been nice. He’d gotten used to it, and now that he didn’t have it… he missed it.
He ate the hamburger and tried not to make a big deal out of it as he continued to pet Rumble. He seemed to settle down, but every so often he’d let out a mew, as if he knew he was still distressed. He sighed and finished his lunch before looking over to the clock – it was a little after one – and he already wanted to go back to bed. What else was there for him to do but sleep?
Dean hadn’t touched his pie.
“You okay man?” Sam asked and was suddenly in his line of vision, floppy hair and all. Dean looked up at him and squinted a little – he was still adjusting to the assault of colors, and really he kind of wished he was blind again.
“I’m fine dude, just not hungry, stop being such a girl.” He waved Sam off, as it wasn’t like he’d understand. If Dean even mentioned missing Lucifer, or wanting Lucifer back, Sam would just give him a look and say he didn’t need him, that he was safe here now. “I’m just going to go to bed.” He grumbled and got up. He hadn’t changed much, if one tossed out the fact Dean had never thought of men in a sexual way before this.
Sam gave him a look anyways, as did Castiel but Dean ignored the twin stares. He crawled into bed and closed his eyes. He wasn’t tired, not really, he’d slept so much, but it wasn’t long before he drifted off, maybe he was depressed, he’d heard about depressed people sleeping more often.
Dean started to try control strategies, since he really couldn’t control what was happening around him; he’d tried to stop eating. That didn’t work, he lasted a few days before someone noticed and he’d gotten so hungry he’d eaten enough for a third world country. He tried self harm, but he was either numb to it by now, or it reminded him of Alistair and no, that wasn’t pleasant.
So then he’d started trying to control his sight. He’d close his eyes when ever someone wasn’t looking, walking that way, mapping out the hotel. He’d sleep with a sheet covering his eyes, so when he woke up he had that few moments of joy at the though of being back, before realising he wasn’t.
Sam had said something about going to Bobby’s, and as much as he wanted to drive his baby, wanted to be behind the wheel, he just couldn’t. He also couldn’t tell Sam this without Sam freaking out, so his mind came up with a solution. He knew it was a bad idea, that it was worse then telling Sam he didn’t want to drive, but he was desperate, desperate for things to be like before, that maybe this would bring Lucifer back.
So Dean waited until Sam and Cas left, taking Gabriel with them – they needed to “talk” about something, but from the way Gabriel had been acting, he was pretty sure they weren’t going to be talking. He didn’t want to think of that though, instead he waited until he was sure they were gone before making his way to the bathroom.
He opened the bottom cabinet and pulled out a bottle of some sort of cleaner that was kept there. He eyed it before unscrewing the cap. He stared down at the pinkish liquid inside for a few moments, trying to steel himself for the act. He lifted the bottle and tilted his head back. He knew it was going to hurt, he knew there was a chance that Gabriel or Cas would try and heal him, which is why he had carved in sigils on the side of his face, stopping them from being able to heal the damage.
He tilted the bottle back slowly, watching as the pink liquid rushed out of the bottle, flowing towards his face before an odd snap sounded in the room. The pink liquid turned clear as an arm jerked him away, the bottle was torn from his hand, some of the now-water splashing on his face.
He let out a soft cry and struggled against the arms – Castiel – pulling him away as Sam appeared in front of him, arguing with Gabriel about something, he couldn’t hear it over the rush of blood pounding in his ears. How had they known, how had they gotten there in time? If it had only been a few more minutes he would be free.
“No Gabriel, it can’t be, there ha-”
“He just tried to pour liquid cleaner in his eyes, I think it’s time we used our emergency back up.”
“I have to agree with Gabriel on this, he needs him. I believe they have changed each other, otherwise he wouldn’t have let Dean go, he wouldn’t have looked like he had.”
“But…”
“Sam… Look at him.”
Dean watched as Sam looked at him, and he didn’t know what his expression was, or what Sam saw but he dropped onto the bed, face in his hands. “Yeah, okay… okay.”
Then there were fingers on his forehead and then darkness.
Dean woke up to darkness again.
He rubbed at his eyes, feeling more tired then when he’d been forced asleep – how long had he been out? – and sore. He’d remembered the moments before and cursed, looking around the room, only there was no Sam, no Gabriel and no Castiel. He frowned and slid out of bed, because they wouldn’t have left him alone after that, only he wasn’t. An arm wrapped around his waist and Dean whirled, ready to fight off who ever had the guts to touch him, and froze.
Green eyes met blue and Dean blinked; twice.
“Hello Dean.” Lucifer whispered and pulled Dean in closer.
Dean stared at him in shock. Lucifer was here, with him. Lucifer was sitting on the bed next to him, his arm around his waist, leaning in. Dean let out a soft sound as he felt cold lips against his own and he instantly kissed back, his eyes fluttering closed. He recognized the feel of those lips, the cold press of skin through their clothes, the possessive grip of Lucifer’s arm.
Dean allowed Lucifer to turn him around and press him back into the mattress. He kept his eyes closed as Lucifer kissed him gently, almost as if he was scared Dean would shove him away. He should have, he should have shoved and punched and denied Lucifer everything for leaving him. For letting him go, letting Cas and Gabriel and Sam take him away from him so easily.
He couldn’t though, he was helpless against this, needed it so badly. Instead he kissed Lucifer back, pressing his chest up against him, needing to feel Lucifer against him, needing to know he was actually there. That seemed to be all it took, because soon Lucifer was kissing him with earnest, hand on his back lifting him closer and trailing up Dean’s shirt, taking it with him.
“You left.” Dean ground out between kisses as his fingers trailed down Lucifer’s back, nails biting into skin. “You let them take me.” He whispered a little harshly and Lucifer growled against his lips, pressing himself closer as Dean’s shirt, and his own, was suddenly gone.
“You think I wanted to?” Lucifer snapped and it took all of Dean’s power not to open his eyes. “Do you think I enjoyed watching them take you?” his mouth was at Dean’s neck, drawing soft moans as teeth and tongue teased at the flesh there. “You think I didn’t want to drag you back, tell them you are mine? Because you are Dean, you are mine.”
“Then why didn’t you?” Dean demanded as he tugged at Lucifer’s pants, needing them off; he was angry and hurt and damn it Lucifer needed to undress them already. “Why did you just stand there and let them walk away with me, why did you give me back my sight?” Dean glared up at him, eyes open once again.
“What?” Lucifer seemed shocked, though about what Dean didn’t know. “You don’t want your sight?”
Oh.
“No…” Dean didn’t finish. He wasn’t for that sappy crap, he wasn’t about to say he hated seeing because having his sight meant Lucifer wasn’t there…
“Is that why you tried to pour cleaning fluid into your eyes?” Lucifer had a worried look on his face and Dean nodded, suddenly feeling very foolish. It had seemed like a good idea at the time. “Dean…” the archangel breathed before leaning in to kiss him again. Dean kissed back and held on, moaning as Lucifer ground down against him.
He blinked when he felt silk against his face, and then sucked in a breath as it settled over his eyes, blocking out the rest of the light. Dean relaxed completely into Lucifer’s hold then, feeling safe and secure without his sight, something he had used to rely on so heavily. But now Lucifer was his eyes and he trusted him, trusted Lucifer to keep him safe.
“Dean.” Lucifer whispered in his ear, causing him to shiver before moaning as the devil bit down on his throat, sucking roughly at the skin there, tongue lashing out at the skin, soothing the flared skin. He gripped at Lucifer’s shoulders before allowing himself to be lowered to the bed once again, his pants no longer in the way, just skin against skin.
“Lucifer!” Dean cried out when he felt two fingers press into him.
Lucifer took his time stretching him, fingers scissoring slowly, pressing deep into him before pulling back, working the tight ring of muscle open, allowing way for a third finger. Dean nng’d softly and arched his back as Lucifer twisted his wrist, fingers spread and once again pushing deeper. He panted and let his head fall back, blindfold securely in place as Lucifer finally slid his fingers out.
“Going to remind you who you belong to Dean.” Lucifer growled in his ear, causing Dean to shiver. He licked his lips and pressed up against him again before letting out a soft whine he’d deny later as Lucifer pressed him back down into the mattress with a hand to his chest. “No, you are going to stay like that.” He ordered and Dean felt his body slump, following the command easily.
Lucifer moved Dean’s hips, lifting them a little as he positioned himself between Dean’s legs. Dean fought the urge to thrust back against him, quicken the process. He wanted Lucifer inside him, now, now soon not later; now. But Lucifer moved slowly, pressing the head of his cock against his entrance and then slowly, tortuously slow, he pressed into Dean, centimetre by centimetre.
Dean let out a long, drawn out moan as Lucifer bottomed out, stilling inside him. Dean tried to grind down against him, but Lucifer’s hands on his hips stilled him as well. He groaned and arched, panting heavily as he tried to move, needing more friction, and he got it; just not how he wanted it. Lucifer started to pull out, slower then he pushed in, and then pushed in just as slow, keeping this pace as Dean started to writhe, he needed more, needed Lucifer to fuck him into the mattress, but Lucifer wasn’t giving him that; just a slow, lazy roll of his hips.
Dean panted and gripped at Lucifer’s shoulders, nails digging into skin as Lucifer slowly started to speed up, but still not enough. He tried to thrust back against Lucifer again, but still his hips were held into the mattress. He groaned in protest, digging his nails in harder, trying to urge Lucifer to go faster; harder. Lucifer repaid him by going slower again, and Dean whined for the third time that night.
“Please, fuck Luce, please…” Dean begged in a moan, cursing himself. Dean Winchester never begged, but here he was, whimpering please for Lucifer to move faster, harder, deeper.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, Lucifer started to pick up his pace. The lazy roll of his hips became quick thrusts, almost in an instant. Dean’s eyes went wide, his lashes brushing the blindfold as he arched, sliding his nails down to Lucifer’s shoulder-blades and digging in. Lucifer let out a soft, strangled sound and Dean cries out as Lucifer’s thrusts became a little more frantic and then something soft brushed his fingers.
Feathers. Dean was touching feathers.
He swallowed and pressed his hands into them, drawing moans from Lucifer as he did so. He groaned in response and started to card his fingers through, taking any loose feathers that he felt with him, smiling as he felt Lucifer tremble above him, thrusts becoming even more erratic. Dean nng’d and gripped a handful, tugging and he smirked as he heard Lucifer cry out loudly, before shouting as Lucifer thrust into him hard; it was almost painful, almost.
It didn’t take Dean long after that before he felt the familiar pooling of heat in his stomach, the feel of Lucifer thrusting into him roughly sending him over the edge with a startled cry. He arched his back, eyes wide before flopping against the bed, moaning as he heard Lucifer’s own cry and the feeling of warmth filling him.
Lucifer nuzzled his neck and Dean wrapped his arms around him before yelping as he was scooped up. He struggled for a few futile moments before relaxing into the hold, blindfold still secure as Lucifer carried him towards the bathroom. Dean had memorized the steps to everything in the small hotel. He grunted as Lucifer dropped him onto the toilet, and relished the sound of waster as his come cooled on his stomach.
The water was warm, and Lucifer was cold. It was a contrast that made him tremble. He tilted his head as he pressed his fingers into Lucifer’s feathers once again. He knew they shouldn’t be able to fit in such a cramped space, but he figured Lucifer wasn’t an archangel for nothing. The water seemed to be rolling off them and Dean shivered at Lucifer pressed into him. He wanted to remove the blindfold, to see them with his own eyes, but he was scared if he took it off that this would all turn out to be an illusion, that Lucifer would be gone.
Dean felt the fabric rustle and then drop down. He quickly closed his eyes, not liking where this was going. He almost cried out when he felt the lips against his, his eyes opening as if on instinct, only instead of the empty space he was expecting, he saw blue eyes, blue eyes that belonged to Lucifer. He let out a soft sound and pressed closer, gripping Lucifer’s feathers a little tighter.
Dean could finally see them, they were tinted a dark green and they were huge. Dean didn’t know how they could fit into the small space, but he groaned when Lucifer pressed his face into Dean’s neck. He licked his lips and continued to groom them, not really knowing what he was doing, but Lucifer seemed to be enjoying it so he must have been doing something right.
“Mine.” Lucifer growled softly, almost like a purr.
“Yeah, yours.” Dean agreed and smiled, closing his eyes.
The next time Dean woke up it was to yelling.
He groaned and rolled over, into a body and blinked, because who would… and then last night came back to him. His eyes flew open and he looked at Lucifer. Lucifer’s eyes shone back at his and he crooked a smile, something that Dean couldn’t help but mirror before arms were at his waist and yanking him. He flailed a little and fight before he looked up and saw floppy brown hair and protective hazel eyes; it was Sam, Sam was pulling him back… again.
“I agreed to let him come here, but that doesn’t mean he gets to sleep with Dean, or touch him.” Sam snapped and Dean realised he was naked. He was about to address this fact but Sam cut him off before he could start. “He can be here for Dean to get better and then he leaves.”
“Is that so?” Lucifer sat up and Dean wanted to knock their heads together just a little. “Do you ever think that maybe me being close to him like that makes him better? Maybe you haven’t realised it but he depends on me, he tried to blind himself because he thought it would bring me back.” Dean opened his mouth again, but it was Lucifer’s turn to cut him off. “This is not something you can comprehend.”
Dean sighed; this was hopeless.
“Okay, will both of you knock it off? Sam, Lucifer isn’t going to hurt Dean, and he has a point. Lucifer would you not flaunt what is going on in front of Sam and behave? Just as you have claim over Dean, I have claim over Sam and I do not like it when he is stressed.” Gabriel said, arms crossed and looking surprisingly serious.
Wait, what?
Dean struggled out of Sam’s grip and grabbed his pants, pulling them on, ignoring the way Sam blushed when he realised that Dean was truly naked. He then looked between them both, crossing his arms. “Look, you both matter to me okay. Sam, you’re my brother and you damn well know I love you. I also like Luce now too, so you are going to have to share me. I know he was a jackass in the past, but he’s changed… I’ve changed.”
“Dean - ”
“At first he hurt me, yes, at first he was in it just to break me, but along the lines somewhere the pain turned into nurturing and the hate and ownership turned into something different.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “You know I hate these mushy girly talk and shit, but Lucifer means a lot to me. I was lost without him, he’s right; I did become dependant on him. I need to not be so as much, but I’d rather not do that without him, or without you.”
Sam opened his mouth and then closed it and sighed, bitch-face in full effect; it was as good as he was going to get.
“Good, now where’s the food, I’m fucking starving.” He grinned and leaned into the arms that wrapped around his waist. He grinned up at Lucifer and at first Sam looked like he was about to stab him with Gabriel’s sword, but instead he stormed over to Gabriel, dragging him out; Cas followed.
“We are going to get lunch.” He ordered and neither angel protested.
Dean thought he heard something about Gabriel saying angry sex was hot.
Dean shivered at the thought before mmphing as he was pressed against the wall, cold lips against his. It took him a few moments for the world to stop spinning before he kissed back, hands trailing up Lucifer’s back and gripping at his shoulder-blades, pulling him closer. He groaned when Lucifer licked his way into his mouth, breath cold, causing his eyes to flutter closed.
“Look at me Dean.” He whispered against his lips and Dean instantly opened his eyes to look at Lucifer, before moaning as he was rewarded with a grinding leg between his. “I want you to keep your eyes open, keep looking at me.”
Dean did as he was told as Lucifer started a slow, grinding drag, something much like before. Dean shuddered and moved his hands up to Lucifer’s hair, tugging roughly as he bit down on his bottom lip, wanting more. Lucifer growled into his mouth and pressed closer, hands gripping at Dean’s hips and squeezing. Dean was probably going to get bruises, but he didn’t care right now, all he wanted was for Lucifer to continue.
Lucifer pulled back a few moments latter, nipping at Dean’s bottom lip before drawing him flush against him. Dean let him and stared up at Lucifer, licking his lips. He knew Lucifer was being possessive, clamiing Dean for his own, reminding him again who he belonged to, but he didn’t need to. Dean couldn’t imagine himself ever being like this with someone else, only Lucifer would get him on his knees so willingly.
“You haven’t lost that spark, but you’re much more relaxed, less burdened, did I really do this?” Lucifer asked, almost in wonder. “Have I really changed you enough for this? I did hurt you to start off, how did it become so easy to love you like this?”
Dean shivered as Lucifer spoke the words. “I don’t know dude, I guess maybe, deep down you never really wanted to hurt me? Maybe you always just wanted this?” Dean licked his lips, uncomfortable with the direction this was going in, changed or not he did not do chick-flick moments.
“No, I definitely wanted to hurt you in the beginning, but somewhere along the line I found you much more exciting like this, spread out under me pliable and wanton and needy.” Dean shivered again and groaned as Lucifer pressed his lips to his neck.
“Yeah, well, I’m not that needy.” He chuckled before his legs almost gave out when Lucifer slipped two fingers into him, electing a startled cry from his lips. He felt Lucifer’s smirk against his neck and cursed. “Bastard.” He breathed.
Lucifer pulled away again and sat down on the bed, pulling Dean into his lap. “Yes, being away from me was harmful, but it was all necessary, for a little while. You would have become something less if I had left you blinded. This is why I will not blind you again, and this is why I will never leave.” He pulls Dean close. “One of the reasons.”
“Yeah, what are the other ones?”
“I like it when you scream my name.” He grinned and Dean flushed, scowling. Lucifer pulled him in for another kiss, hand behind his neck to keep them close. “We should stop though, I do not think Samuel would like to walk in on this.”
“I think Sammy is busy right now.” Dean countered and ground down against Lucifer, smiling when he felt him groan. “Don’t worry about him.”
Lucifer ran a hand up his back before pulling back. “Later.” He kissed Dean once more before rolling them over so Dean was pinned to the bed. “I like making you wait.” Dean groaned and then scowled as Lucifer chuckled, pulling away.
Sam came back a half an hour later with food, with a pleased looking Gabriel and a dishevelled looking Cas. Dean didn’t ask from his position at the table, typing away on his laptop. Lucifer was leaning against a wall, close but far enough away that Sam didn’t give him the stink eye. Lucifer did keep glancing at Dean though, which he didn’t mind. He wanted Lucifer closer, but he could deal with him just being in the same room as him. It was enough.
Sam tossed him a bag with his usual hamburger and pie, which Dean didn’t have any trouble devouring this time, though he saw Lucifer’s finger’s twitch like he wanted to be the one to feed it to him. Dean wouldn’t have protested, but he was pretty sure Sam would have threw a bitch-fit and Dean wasn’t in the mood to try and stop his angelic… what ever they were, from smiting his brother.
He finished quickly and had time to watch Gabriel’s amused look as Lucifer and Sam exchanged unhappy glances. Dean sighed and avoided his urge to thunk his head into the desk by packing - he was looking forward to driving again - and watched as Lucifer walked over to talk to Gabriel. He shook his head and grabbed their bags, moving to toss them in the back.
Sam joined him.
Dean looked over at him before placing a hand on his shoulder and squeezing. Sam leaned into it with a sigh and nodded. No words were spoken, no secret signals were exchanged. It was just a simple squeeze of the shoulder and they already said so much. Sam knew Dean was okay, and sorry that he was putting him through his. Sam had acknowledged that maybe Lucifer was good for Dean and that he would try and get along with him. Dean didn’t know how well it would work, but he hoped for his own sanity that they’d at least get along with him in the room.
He still didn’t know how to deal with the whole Sam, Cas and Gabe thing, but he wasn’t going to cause a scene, not if he wanted Sam to be cool about him and Lucifer. It was all a bit too weird for him anyways; he had enough to deal with. Michael was still out there, trying to use him as an angel condom, and these stupid issues he now had; like living with his sight, feeding himself and not being glued to Lucifer’s hip in fear that he’d leave again.
Dean might have had abandonment issues before Lucifer, and Lucifer may have made them worse when he left, but he wasn’t saying anything.
He fixed up the mess in his baby’s trunk – stupid Sam and his always messing with things – and then grabbed the keys from him. He grinned and made his way to the driver’s seat, just as the door to the motel room closed. Lucifer made his way to the passenger seat, but Sam gave him a look and climbed in instead. Dean shrugged at Lucifer’s look and got in the driver’s seat.
Sam had been there first, Luce would have to deal.
The three angels, two archangels and one falling, climbed into the back together. Castiel was in the middle and looking uncomfortable, while Gabriel just reclined, shooting Sam obscene looks in the mirror. Dean shook his head at that and started up his Impala, listening to her purr. He gripped the steering wheel, feeling the rumble under his fingers as she trembled under him. He licked his lips and looked out the back, pulling out of the parking lot carefully.
Gabriel shifted so his legs were over Cas, his back against the door as he started to talk with Lucifer. Lucifer seemed a little more restrained, ridged in his seat, but he talked back. Dean was pretty sure they were talking in Enochian and what ever they were saying, Castiel seemed to be lost, sunk down in his seat like a third wheel. Dean looked over to see Sam chuckling before he reached around to place a comforting hand on Cas’ knee and Cas smiled, seemingly calming down.
Looked like Sam wasn’t the only one wary about Lucifer being here with them, and Dean really couldn’t blame him. Lucifer was an archangel, a fallen archangel that could smite Castiel in to oblivion, like Raphael had, and yet here he was, in the back seat chatting away with Gabriel. Dean kind of felt bad for bringing this upon Sam and Cas, but he would have been happy staying at the mansion with Lucifer, and would go back if they truly wanted him to.
Rumble squirmed out from Castiel’s coat pocket with an angry mewl and clawed her way onto Lucifer’s lap where she started to purr. Lucifer picked her up and pet her, scratching her gently behind the ears before moving her to Dean’s shoulder. Dean looked back – he really should be paying more attention to the road, not the rear view mirror – and picked her up, placing her in his lap. “Behave.” He whispered before petting her, steering with one hand.
Rumble did pretty good though; she curled up in his lap and settled down, purring like a freight train. Dean pet her most of the time, before roads became twisty, which he needed two hands for. All in all he was glad to be back on the road, driving his baby. He had missed her and she felt good under him, her controls were seamless, at least Sam had been taking good care of her. He smiled and leaned back in his eat, content for the drive.
It only took two hours for the fighting to start. It started with a comment about Gabriel and candy and his pagan life, and ended with an argument between Gabriel and Lucifer. Lucifer was being an over-protective big brother, and then Sam was being a girl – meaning over-protective boyfriend – and started in on Lucifer. Poor Cas was left in the middle of it all and Dean had to stop the car.
Everyone stopped at the squeal of tires and turned to look at him. He glared at them all, mostly Lucifer and Gabriel, then at Sam who was giving his best impression of a kicked-puppy. He sighed heavily and shook his head, because really? They couldn’t go a whole drive without some sort of argument breaking out? He shook his head and put her back into drive, starting her up again.
“Dean is right, can we not fight? Please?” Castiel asked in a small voice. Dean had to hand it to the younger angel, the guy knew when he was out powered, but that didn’t stop him.
“It was just a little brotherly dispute.” Gabriel chuckled. “We had these all the time up in heaven, was why we were close, not as close as him and Michael, but I like to think I was his favourite little brother.”
“Of course you were Gabriel, but you were also the most annoying little brother.” Lucifer chuckled and Gabriel made some sort of comment in Enochian, which Lucifer replied and an odd sound rang in the Impala. It was something like the mix between a child’s giggle and a man choking on a rock. Dean turned around to make sure no one was dying, and what he saw was even odder.
Castiel was bent in half, trench coat wrinkled and bent with him, head bowed as his shoulder’s shook, his arms wrapped around his middle. Dean had a pretty good idea that the weird sound was coming from Castiel, and that he was… laughing.
“What did you guys do, I think you broke him!” Dean asked and Sam had a concerned look on his face as he was half out of his seat. Rumble was making mewling sounds in his lap, unhappy with the sound apparently and Dean tried to calm her with full-body pets.
“Cas?” Gabriel asked and poked the laughing angel. “Cas, what’s wrong?”
Lucifer was the only one not making any reactions. He was sitting still in his seat, staring down at the younger angel with a tortured look on his face, like someone was jabbing needles in his eyes or something. Then his mouth twitched and a startled-choked laugh escaped his lips, like the sound was new to him. Dean blinked and pulled over before he got into an accident as Lucifer joined into the laugther. Castiel’s sound almost drowned his out, but Lucifer’s laugh was low-bellied something deep and full of joy.
He exchanged a look with Sam, because he as pretty sure their angels had lost it.
Lucifer calmed down first, his laughter died down to a soft chuckle but there were tears leaking down his face a little, which he wiped away. Castiel was next, unfolding himself, his laughter-thing dying down to giggles, which sounded strange on a grown man. Unlike Lucifer, he had rivers of tears running down his face and his body shook with jolts with each giggle before he calmed down, body instantly regaining its statue-like poster, his face clear of any signs of his outburst.
Dean made sure everything was okay, and ignored Gabriel as he wiped Cas' face clean before making his way on the road again.
Bobby then called to make sure they hadn’t gotten in an accident and Dean had to explain the fact that Lucifer was coming as well and Bobby was not to shoot him. That had been more angry yelling and Bobby calling him an idjit, but in the end the elder hunter agreed to let him come, in the condition that if he so much as looked at any of them to wrong way that he’d kick him out.
That went for Gabriel too so Dean didn’t feel so bad.
They arrived there a few hours later, with no more interruptions and Bobby was waiting in the door, still in his wheelchair. Dean felt bad and bent over to hug him, but Gabriel shimmied in-between them
“Wheels don’t suite you!” He grinned and snapped. “Now, save Sammy his back problems and stand up will yeah?”
Bobby just stared at the short Archangel-Trickster like he was on speed. Though that was probably pretty close, he was a little… exuberant and if Dean didn’t know he was a supernatural being, he’d have guessed that was the human equivalent of Gabriel. Sam looked down at Gabriel with a shocked expression before looking back at Bobby as he finally stood up, slowly, one foot at a time.
Dean clasped a hand on Gabriel’s shoulder maybe he wasn’t such a bad guy… maybe.
Bobby pulled both him and Sam into a proper hug and Dean smiles, holding Bobby and Sam close. It felt good to be embraced by family again, and although Dean would never admit it, he needed this. Bobby was like a father to him and Sam, and if it wasn’t for him they would have been dead many more times over, and maybe for good those times.
Not likely, but it’s the thought that counts.
Bobby nodded at Gabriel who grinned and popped a sucker in his mouth. “Think of that as advanced payment for lack of sleep.” He winked, grabbed Cas and dragged him into the house. Sam flushed deeply and opened his mouth to deny everything, but soon he was yanked in too and that left him, Bobby and Lucifer out on the porch. Bobby glared after the three of them before turning his attention back to them.
He looked them both over, and then eyed Lucifer.
Lucifer had stepped closer to Dean and had wrapped an arm around his waist. He held Dean protectively and possibly a little possessively to his hip, fingers dragging up and down Dean’s spine. Dean closed his eyes and pressed into the touch, trying not to look at Bobby. He knew this much be coming as a shock to the older hunter, but Lucifer always knew how to touch him, to get a reaction out of him.
“Yer not the only angel getting’ this, but if you hurt him, I will skin yer hide, and trust me, I will find a way.” Bobby grumbled, glared for emphases before nodded, Lucifer returned that nod. Nothing was said for a while and that seemed to be all they needed because Bobby was heading back inside. “You better not be keepin’ me from my beauty sleep, or it’ll be the junkyard for you!”
Dean looked at Lucifer who pulled him closer, tightening his grip. Dean smiles softly and shook his head. He couldn’t believe Bobby had given the devil the speech, but he was a pretty tough old guy; he could put up a good fight.
“I do not intend to harm you any further Dean.” Lucifer spoke slowly. “I just wanted you to know that.”
“I already did.” Dean snorted. “Now c’mon, no chick-flick moments.” Dean stepped away from Lucifer, shaking his head still and opened up the door, turning around to stare at Lucifer. “Well, you coming?”
“Of course.” Lucifer stepped forward.
Dean had fallen asleep easily that night.
It turned out Gabriel hadn’t taken Sam and Cas for sex – much to Bobby’s relief – but just to curl up on the couch in a sickeningly-sweet fashion that made them out to be the perfect couple or something. Sam looked happy though with Gabriel curled up on his chest like a cat and Cas settled between his legs, head on Gabriel’s hip. Dean had made fake gagging noises and Lucifer looked thoughtful, but neither he nor Lucifer moved to cuddle.
Dean had almost instantly made his way to the fridge to grab a beer, and the rest of the evening was spent catching Bobby up with what had been going on. After that they had all made their way to bed, Dean in his own room with Luce, and Sam, Cas and Gabriel in their own. Dean really hoped they didn’t make too loud sex noises, then again Gabriel probably could have made the room sound-proof… not that he would the bastard.
Dean had laid out, curled into Lucifer’s side as he’d pulled him close. They hadn’t really said anything, just laid like that, close and comfortable until Dean had drifted off. It wasn’t until he was asleep that the real trouble started.
He was in a very expensive looking bed, complete with silk sheets and those curtain things that hide you from everyone’s view. He was alone and half-expected Lucifer to be there, smirking at him in that way of his, this seemed like his taste. Instead Dean was clothed, if only in jeans. He groaned and shoved the blankets off of him, sliding his legs to the side and pushing the curtains open.
The room was made of stone, like a castle, with torches lighting the way. The room was empty aside from the bed, a mahogany desk and wardrobe and a stone chest table with glass pieces. Sitting at that table was a man. He had short-ish black hair and green eyes. He was close to Dean’s height if a little taller. He wore a pair of jeans and a blue chequered button down with a grey-ish green jean jacket over top.
Dean recognized him almost instantly, brows furrowing as he tried to figure out why his father was playing chess… in his dream. He crossed his arms over his chest, suddenly wishing he had his shirt. He was wary though, not trusting the parental figure in the chair, head bent over in concentration. He picked up one of his white pawns and moved it forward, placing it in front of a black one.
He lifted his head then and smiled a bit sadly at Dean, hands moving to rest on the table. “Hello Dean.” he spoke in a slow, deliberate way, like he was unsure of his words. It was how Cas talked, and Lucifer at times, though less so. “We have not yet had the pleasure of meeting, and I am sorry it is in such conditions, and with I in such a vessel, it must pain you.”
Dean took a step back, knees bumping the back of the bed, almost causing him to fall. This was an angel, and angel in his friggen dreams. But this wasn’t just any angel, Dean knew that. Somehow he knew that this was Michael, the archangel, the same archangel that wanted to use him as a meat suit… to kill Lucifer.
“You do not need to fear me Dean, I will not harm you; you are my vessel. I only wish to end the torment my brother has been causing; I wish to end this madness and bring paradise.” He moved so he was sitting on the chair sideway and smiled again, but it was a sad sort of smile. “I need for you to say yes Dean, to accept your destiny and allow me to fulfill my own.”
Part Four
There was no sound for a moment and he turned to leave, to flee; something. He couldn’t face this; he couldn’t face the cold that seeped into his chest, his stomach. He held Rumble closer to himself, ignoring the unhappy mew he gave before a hand on Dean's shoulder stopped him from moving. Dean let out a startled sound before turning around fast.
Lips met his and if it wasn’t for Lucifer’s quick reflexes, he’s pretty sure Rumble would have landed on the floor and been hurt.
He didn’t know where he had been discarded, but he was pressed into a wall, hand still on his shoulder, cold and searing. He brought up his own hands to try and push him away, suddenly frightened. He didn’t want to be hurt, didn’t think he could handle losing this; he needed to do the hurting. He needed to stay in charge, to stay strong because if he crumbled now, if Lucifer forced him down he didn’t think he’d ever get up.
Maybe that was Lucifer’s plan all along.
“Dean.” Lucifer’s voice was stern, demanding and Dean stilled, unable to help himself. “What you heard was me questioning myself, questioning if I was truly on the right path, the path I want to be on. You have… changed things, you have changed me. You are a complication in my original plan, yes, but I don’t know if I hate that as much as I should.”
Dean stared up at Lucifer, their lips barely inches apart. He wished he could see, could look at Lucifer face, his emotions. He needed to be able to see if this was all a lie or not, some plan to make him say yes to Michael. If it wasn’t for the fact that Lucifer wasn’t towering over him, he’d think he’d had gotten in Sam already.
“I don’t…” Dean closed his eyes and relaxed against the wall, his fingers curling in Lucifer’s shirt. “Don’t leave me.” He whispered his emotions out there for the world to do with as it pleased. He knew Lucifer could take this, could use this to destroy him.
“I - ”
What ever Lucifer had been about to say was cut off by an exploding sound. Dean jumped and Lucifer pressed himself flat against Dean, He could feel the wall shake and he guessed that Lucifer had been protecting him from the debris from the explosion.
“Lucifer.” The voice was new, one he didn’t recognize. “Where is he, Lucifer? What have you done with him?”
It wasn’t Cas and it wasn’t Sam, but someone was looking for him. Maybe it was Michael, coming to get him; maybe it was Zachariah… no, it didn’t sound like that douche bag.
“Dean?” a voice called out and that voice was Sam. Dean bit his lip to keep from calling out. Now that he knew Sam was here, he wasn’t sure that he wanted Sam to know where he was. He swallowed and gripped the back of Lucifer’s shirt, silently cursing himself. He should run to Sam. Should be happy that Sam was going to take him away, had found him. But that meant leaving Lucifer behind and Dean didn’t think he could do that; not anymore.
“Lucifer, step aside.” That was Cas’ voice, but there was something wrong with it; he sounded tired. “Let him go.”
“I’m not holding him here.” Lucifer spoke up and Dean felt a hand on his shoulder. He pressed into it and closed his eyes, relaxing slightly. Lucifer was here, Lucifer wouldn’t make him leave, would he? No. “Dean is choosing to stay behind me of his own free will.”
“What the hell did you do to him?” Sam demanded angrily and Dean flinched. He stepped to the side a little, not that he could see anything, but so that Sam and Cas could see he was alright. Maybe if they saw he wasn’t hurt, they’d leave him alone; leave them alone. “Dean, Dean we’re going to get you out of here.”
Dean didn’t want to leave though. He looked up towards Lucifer and he could feel his unease, it was rolling off of him; he was fighting something, an inner battle? He gripped his shirt tighter, because Lucifer wasn’t thinking of handing him over was he? No, Lucifer wouldn’t give away what was his…
Dean tried not to think about how wrong that last line had sounded even in his own mind.
“Lucifer, just let him go bro, let us take him back; I don’t want to hurt you.”
Dean didn’t like the sound of that. He opened his mouth to tell who ever that was where they could stick their fucking threats, but Lucifer placed a hand on his shoulder; Dean didn’t like that. He turned towards Lucifer and tried to convey a look, and without being able to see he didn’t know if he had pulled it off. He wanted to convey that Lucifer better not just let him go because Dean didn’t want to go!
Dean startled when there was a hand covering his eyes. He opened his mouth to protest - what was Lucifer doing - when lips were pressed against his, soft and gentle; caring. He could hear the questioning and surprised sounds that Sam, Cas and the other guy were making, but Dean kissed back; Lucifer wasn’t letting him go, that had to be what this meant. He gripped Lucifer’s shirt tighter before crying out as a bright light flashed into his eyes.
He pulled back, blinking rapidly and huge arms – Sam? – wrapped around him, tugging him backwards. Dean opened his eyes, cringing as his eyes were assaulted by light and color. He squinted, trying to focus as Sam continued to drag him backwards, unable to fight through the haze. His eyes settled on soft blue, soft blue that he’d remembered being cold at one point; now they just looked lonely.
Dean furrowed his brows, because that was… that was Lucifer. He opened his mouth to call for him but he’d been dragged out of the house and Cas was now in his sight. Dean winced as the harsh blue of his eyes cut into his skull, the bright sun from outside only making it worse. Cas frowned and placed a hand to his forehead and then everything was black.
Dean woke up to hissing, and a splitting migraine.
Rumble was on his chest – he refused to open his eyes, even just cracking them a little, all the light shining into his retinas was painful – his paws a soft weight on it. He was curled into him, and he could feel his growls as much as he could hear them. He cursed and placed a hand on him, moving to sit up. This was a bad idea, as not even two second latter lightning flashed straight into his skull, flattening him once more.
“It’s a kitten you guys, you’re scared of a kitten?” Mystery man asked, amusement in his tone. “C’mon Sammy, I’m sure you scare it more then it scares you.”
“Gabriel, it already nearly tore off my fingers!” a voice – Sam – complained loudly and Dean couldn’t help but groan, letting his head fall back. “And I don’t see you running to the rescue!”
He tried to open his eyes again, this time getting a glimpse of pure white before snapping them shut again. He missed the darkness, the comfort it gave him. He didn’t need to worry about stupid migraines brought on by the light. He tried to sit up again, his hand reaching out to cuddle the obviously distressed kitten, as well as sooth her. He didn’t know why she was acting like this, or how she’d managed to get here.
“Gabriel, Sam is right. That kitten if very… aggressive for an animal like that. I believe she’s trying to protect Dean from us, I do not know how long they have been together, but we are new, and Dean is in pain; she would not be happy with us.” Cas, yeah that was Cas’ voice, called out softly, as if he knew the reason for Dean’s pain; he probably did.
“Dean?” Sam called out, a little more quiet this time. “Are you alright, what hurts?”
“My head now will you all shut the fuck up!” Dean snapped and moved to sit up against the head board. There was a small-warm hand against his forehead and the pain was gone. He waited a moment before he opened his eyes.
Once again everything was bright-white, too intense for him to really pick anything out, and then it started to dim. Still his vision was blurry, but he could make out blobs of color. Something a tan color – Cas? – to his left, a brown-ish color in front of him, with some blue – Sam – and something green with a little red - mystery man, possibly the guy Sam called Gabriel – too his right.
Wait what… Gabriel?
Dean sat up, no longer held down by his migraine. He squinting, urging his vision to come back. Rumble had stopped hissing, but anytime any of the blobs tried to come closer, she’d let out out a warning growl, causing them to step back. The only one who didn’t seem interested in testing the kitten’s patience was the green blob, who was starting to come into focus now.
The green blob turned out to be a jacket, and the red a dress shirt. He also wore baggy blue jeans and had copper-red hair. Dean blinked a few times, those honey brown eyes looked familiar… it was the Trickster. The same one he’d thought he’d killed back at that school, and the one who had in turn killed him over two hundred times in Mystery Spot for kicks and giggles…
“Hey Dean-o, long time no see.”
Dean scrambled out of the bed, Rumble a forgotten heap on the bed as he searched the room for a weapon. His eyes locked onto a gun on the table, it wouldn’t kill him but it was still worth it. He grabbed it, stumbling over some sheets, causing him to slam his hip into a table. He cursed but held up the gun, pointing it at the Tricker's head and glaring.
“Sam, what the fuck is he doing here?” He demanded, not lowering the gun even as Castiel called out for him to relax and step in front of him, a frown in place. Sam also joined the protective line, but still Dean didn’t waver. If Sam was off making deals with monsters again, maybe a good bullet to the shoulder would clear his mind a little.
“Dean, this is no monster, who you see before you is Gabriel, the Archangel; my brother.” Castiel explained. “Yes, he is also the Trickster Loki, but that is only an alibi he used, I assure you he is the real archangel.”
“An Archangel?” Dean asked a little shocked and disbelieving. “That thing is an archangel, that thing killed people, killed me.”
“Yes, his choices were… not the best, bu-”
“That whole killing you thing was to try and get Sam to realise that he couldn’t save you, so maybe he wouldn’t go screw the pretty demon girl and make my brother dance his way top-side.” Gabriel countered, snapping so he was off to the side, chocolate bar in hand. “It’s a long story Dean-o, one I’m not really up for telling.”
Dean frowned and looked at him, before Cas and then Sam, who held his hands out, nodding. He cursed and tossed the gun to the side. He walked back over to the bed where a ball of black fur was whining unhappily. He scooped Rumble up and started scratching him behind the ears, trying to calm him down. He knew Sam was watching him, but he didn’t really care, he just sat back down and tried to cheer the poor kitten up.
Finally Rumble calmed down enough to look up at him with her green eyes. Lucifer had been right, they did look like his. He chuckled and scratched her under her chin, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in his gut when he thought of Lucifer.
The bed dipped and he looked up to see Sam staring at him with worry. He sighed and looked back at Sam before looking down at Rumble who growled softly but settled down when Dean didn’t protest.
“That’s Sam, he’s my brother.” Dean explained. “He’s a friend.” He didn’t know if Rumble could understand him, he just hoped she would. He placed her in his lap and turned to look fully at Sam.
“Dean, I know you hate the emotions thing, but whatever happened know that I am here to talk to. Whatever he did, you’re safe now.” He smiled and placed a hand on his shoulder. Dean looked at it, realising how big it was compared to Lucifer’s; how warm. Like Gabriel’s, his hands had been super-heated.
“He didn’t do anything.” Dean looked away. “He just showed me something… he was nice.” Dean’s words were barely whispered. He knew Sam would make up some story about Lucifer breaking him, or brain-washing him… and maybe Lucifer had, all he knew was he missed him. It hurt to know that Lucifer had just given him away like that.
“It’s alright, Dean. We’ll get through this.” That was Cas, and the bed dipped yet again. He looked over, green eyes meeting blue but he found himself unable to keep the gaze.
They were the wrong shade, too deep; they needed to be lighter.
Dean closed his eyes, suddenly tired again. He petted Rumble until he started to purr loudly again, hoping the others didn’t cause him too much distress. He cared for the kitten, as it was the only thing he had left of Lucifer, now that he’d been abandoned.
He always seemed to be abandoned, one would think he’d be used to it by now.
“I’m going to get some sleep.” He mumbled and closed his eyes, finding it easy to drift off. The last thing he remembered was blankets being pulled over him, the rumbling purr of Rumble and then sweet darkness.
Dean woke up to darkness, and part of him thought maybe it had all been a dream. But when he felt the rough cheap-hotel room mattress under his back, the springs cutting into his skin; he realised he wasn’t. His eyes finally adjusted to the shadows and he swung his legs around the side, putting Rumble – he was asleep – on the pillow and looked around.
He could see Sam sleeping on the bed, chest rising and falling in slumber, and a quick look around the room showed it was otherwise empty; if you didn’t count the table and the door leading to the bathroom. He got to his feet and made his way over to that door, opening it and then closing it behind himself.
He didn’t want to, but he flipped on the light and stared at himself in the mirror.
It had been the first time he’d seen himself in for who-knew how long, and if Dean didn’t know better he’d think he looked scared. Maybe he did, maybe the thought of seeing himself, and the damage that Lucifer could have caused was written all over his face. Only, he looked good. He was a little pale, but that was from lack of sun-light, but other then that he was clean-shaven – aside from a little stumble – and he looked healthy.
He looked down at himself – he was wearing a t-shirt and jeans –and they didn’t feel any bigger or smaller then normal, and he still looked in shape. He could see a few scars from the whippings, but they were fading fast. He looked back up at himself and he was smiling. Why was he smiling? Why did he feel such happiness knowing that Lucifer hadn’t wrecked him, hadn’t changed him in any way that was noticeable on the outside?
He pushed away from the counter and quickly used the toilet before making his way back out into the main room, which was now occupied by two angels.
Cas was sitting on the side of Sam’s bed, easing his dreams from the look of it, and Gabriel was watching intently from his place at the table. He hadn’t heard Sam scream or call out, but somehow both angels had been alerted to his distress, and Dean decided not to disturb them. He waited, leaning against the doorway till Cas stepped back and Gabriel’s eyes found his.
“Is he alright?” Dean walked over to his own bed to find Rumble sitting up waiting for him. He picked him up and placed him on his lap as he watched Cas sit more comfortably on the bed.
“Yes, he was dreaming about Ruby and Lucifer, and his guilt is attacking him in his dreams. Gabriel and I try and ease it as much as we can, but he blames himself for everything; including what happened to you.”
“I’m fine.” He replied snappishly and curled up on the bed.
Dean didn’t know if that was true or not, because every time he thought about Lucifer or someone mentioned his name his chest clenched and it hurt. He pulled Rumble towards his chest and let him settle before closing his eyes, falling back asleep once again. He wasn’t tired but being awake didn’t seem like a good thing to do right now.
The next time Dean woke up he was expecting the light. He was ready for the sting it caused and pushed himself up.
He didn’t know how long he’d been asleep but Sam wasn’t in the room, and neither was Cas – but the Trickster was present. Dean eyed the Trickster-Archangel-thing snacking on skittles at the table. He ruffled Rumble's ears, when he realised he had no food for him, or a kitty-litter box, or anything for him really. He cursed and turned towards Gabriel who was already snapping.
He flinched back, expecting a piano to drop on his head, or maybe he was in hell and all this, including Lucifer, had been a lie. Instead there was a dish of water and food off to the side, along with a little litter box. He let Rumble down, who bounded over to it, sniffed and looked over at Dean. Dean nodded and Rumble dug in, purring extra loud, happy to have food. Dean chuckled and smiled a little before Gabriel made an amused sound.
“I never figured you for the nurturing type.” He chuckled again and Dean shot him the finger, walking over to the window and looking out into the parking lot; no Impala. “You say he didn’t hurt you, but you have scars all over your body.”
Dean turned to look at him, frowning. He really had no way to answer that question, well, he did but none of his answers would sound good. They didn’t understand, they’d have to get inside his head for it to make sense; maybe that was the point. Maybe Lucifer had fucked up his way of thinking. The problem was, Dean didn’t care, he’d been happiest with Lucifer, for once he felt important, and someone had taken care of him.
He missed that, and he missed Lucifer.
Gabriel gave him a funny look and Dean just looked back towards the parking lot to see Sam pulling in. He sighed and made his way over to the bed, sitting down on it with his head in his hands. He was hungry and that was probably Sam with breakfast.
Rumble mewed and pawed at his leg. He looked down at him, matching eyes meeting as he petted him gently. He purred loudly and head-butted his thigh. Dean smiled down at him as he heard the door open, but he didn’t bother lifting his head to see, he knew it was Sam. Dean could tell Cas was behind Sam, as his footsteps were lighter then Sam’s; less body mass.
“Hey Dean, I got you your favourite, and no I didn’t forget the pie.” Sam chuckled and walked over, dropping a bag into Dean’s lap. Dean looked down at it and pulled out the container that held the pie and unwrapped the burger. He stared at it, blinking. He looked up at Sam who was staring at him, then back down at the hamburger in his lap.
He… hadn’t had to feed himself since…
He swallowed and shook his head, placing a hand on the whining kitten. “Shh, I’m fine.” He mumbled before picking up the burger and taking a bite out of it. It felt… awkward feeding himself after not having to for so long. It wasn’t that he wanted Lucifer to treat him like a child, but it had all been apart of the “someone else taking care of him” thing, and it had just been nice. He’d gotten used to it, and now that he didn’t have it… he missed it.
He ate the hamburger and tried not to make a big deal out of it as he continued to pet Rumble. He seemed to settle down, but every so often he’d let out a mew, as if he knew he was still distressed. He sighed and finished his lunch before looking over to the clock – it was a little after one – and he already wanted to go back to bed. What else was there for him to do but sleep?
Dean hadn’t touched his pie.
“You okay man?” Sam asked and was suddenly in his line of vision, floppy hair and all. Dean looked up at him and squinted a little – he was still adjusting to the assault of colors, and really he kind of wished he was blind again.
“I’m fine dude, just not hungry, stop being such a girl.” He waved Sam off, as it wasn’t like he’d understand. If Dean even mentioned missing Lucifer, or wanting Lucifer back, Sam would just give him a look and say he didn’t need him, that he was safe here now. “I’m just going to go to bed.” He grumbled and got up. He hadn’t changed much, if one tossed out the fact Dean had never thought of men in a sexual way before this.
Sam gave him a look anyways, as did Castiel but Dean ignored the twin stares. He crawled into bed and closed his eyes. He wasn’t tired, not really, he’d slept so much, but it wasn’t long before he drifted off, maybe he was depressed, he’d heard about depressed people sleeping more often.
Dean started to try control strategies, since he really couldn’t control what was happening around him; he’d tried to stop eating. That didn’t work, he lasted a few days before someone noticed and he’d gotten so hungry he’d eaten enough for a third world country. He tried self harm, but he was either numb to it by now, or it reminded him of Alistair and no, that wasn’t pleasant.
So then he’d started trying to control his sight. He’d close his eyes when ever someone wasn’t looking, walking that way, mapping out the hotel. He’d sleep with a sheet covering his eyes, so when he woke up he had that few moments of joy at the though of being back, before realising he wasn’t.
Sam had said something about going to Bobby’s, and as much as he wanted to drive his baby, wanted to be behind the wheel, he just couldn’t. He also couldn’t tell Sam this without Sam freaking out, so his mind came up with a solution. He knew it was a bad idea, that it was worse then telling Sam he didn’t want to drive, but he was desperate, desperate for things to be like before, that maybe this would bring Lucifer back.
So Dean waited until Sam and Cas left, taking Gabriel with them – they needed to “talk” about something, but from the way Gabriel had been acting, he was pretty sure they weren’t going to be talking. He didn’t want to think of that though, instead he waited until he was sure they were gone before making his way to the bathroom.
He opened the bottom cabinet and pulled out a bottle of some sort of cleaner that was kept there. He eyed it before unscrewing the cap. He stared down at the pinkish liquid inside for a few moments, trying to steel himself for the act. He lifted the bottle and tilted his head back. He knew it was going to hurt, he knew there was a chance that Gabriel or Cas would try and heal him, which is why he had carved in sigils on the side of his face, stopping them from being able to heal the damage.
He tilted the bottle back slowly, watching as the pink liquid rushed out of the bottle, flowing towards his face before an odd snap sounded in the room. The pink liquid turned clear as an arm jerked him away, the bottle was torn from his hand, some of the now-water splashing on his face.
He let out a soft cry and struggled against the arms – Castiel – pulling him away as Sam appeared in front of him, arguing with Gabriel about something, he couldn’t hear it over the rush of blood pounding in his ears. How had they known, how had they gotten there in time? If it had only been a few more minutes he would be free.
“No Gabriel, it can’t be, there ha-”
“He just tried to pour liquid cleaner in his eyes, I think it’s time we used our emergency back up.”
“I have to agree with Gabriel on this, he needs him. I believe they have changed each other, otherwise he wouldn’t have let Dean go, he wouldn’t have looked like he had.”
“But…”
“Sam… Look at him.”
Dean watched as Sam looked at him, and he didn’t know what his expression was, or what Sam saw but he dropped onto the bed, face in his hands. “Yeah, okay… okay.”
Then there were fingers on his forehead and then darkness.
Dean woke up to darkness again.
He rubbed at his eyes, feeling more tired then when he’d been forced asleep – how long had he been out? – and sore. He’d remembered the moments before and cursed, looking around the room, only there was no Sam, no Gabriel and no Castiel. He frowned and slid out of bed, because they wouldn’t have left him alone after that, only he wasn’t. An arm wrapped around his waist and Dean whirled, ready to fight off who ever had the guts to touch him, and froze.
Green eyes met blue and Dean blinked; twice.
“Hello Dean.” Lucifer whispered and pulled Dean in closer.
Dean stared at him in shock. Lucifer was here, with him. Lucifer was sitting on the bed next to him, his arm around his waist, leaning in. Dean let out a soft sound as he felt cold lips against his own and he instantly kissed back, his eyes fluttering closed. He recognized the feel of those lips, the cold press of skin through their clothes, the possessive grip of Lucifer’s arm.
Dean allowed Lucifer to turn him around and press him back into the mattress. He kept his eyes closed as Lucifer kissed him gently, almost as if he was scared Dean would shove him away. He should have, he should have shoved and punched and denied Lucifer everything for leaving him. For letting him go, letting Cas and Gabriel and Sam take him away from him so easily.
He couldn’t though, he was helpless against this, needed it so badly. Instead he kissed Lucifer back, pressing his chest up against him, needing to feel Lucifer against him, needing to know he was actually there. That seemed to be all it took, because soon Lucifer was kissing him with earnest, hand on his back lifting him closer and trailing up Dean’s shirt, taking it with him.
“You left.” Dean ground out between kisses as his fingers trailed down Lucifer’s back, nails biting into skin. “You let them take me.” He whispered a little harshly and Lucifer growled against his lips, pressing himself closer as Dean’s shirt, and his own, was suddenly gone.
“You think I wanted to?” Lucifer snapped and it took all of Dean’s power not to open his eyes. “Do you think I enjoyed watching them take you?” his mouth was at Dean’s neck, drawing soft moans as teeth and tongue teased at the flesh there. “You think I didn’t want to drag you back, tell them you are mine? Because you are Dean, you are mine.”
“Then why didn’t you?” Dean demanded as he tugged at Lucifer’s pants, needing them off; he was angry and hurt and damn it Lucifer needed to undress them already. “Why did you just stand there and let them walk away with me, why did you give me back my sight?” Dean glared up at him, eyes open once again.
“What?” Lucifer seemed shocked, though about what Dean didn’t know. “You don’t want your sight?”
Oh.
“No…” Dean didn’t finish. He wasn’t for that sappy crap, he wasn’t about to say he hated seeing because having his sight meant Lucifer wasn’t there…
“Is that why you tried to pour cleaning fluid into your eyes?” Lucifer had a worried look on his face and Dean nodded, suddenly feeling very foolish. It had seemed like a good idea at the time. “Dean…” the archangel breathed before leaning in to kiss him again. Dean kissed back and held on, moaning as Lucifer ground down against him.
He blinked when he felt silk against his face, and then sucked in a breath as it settled over his eyes, blocking out the rest of the light. Dean relaxed completely into Lucifer’s hold then, feeling safe and secure without his sight, something he had used to rely on so heavily. But now Lucifer was his eyes and he trusted him, trusted Lucifer to keep him safe.
“Dean.” Lucifer whispered in his ear, causing him to shiver before moaning as the devil bit down on his throat, sucking roughly at the skin there, tongue lashing out at the skin, soothing the flared skin. He gripped at Lucifer’s shoulders before allowing himself to be lowered to the bed once again, his pants no longer in the way, just skin against skin.
“Lucifer!” Dean cried out when he felt two fingers press into him.
Lucifer took his time stretching him, fingers scissoring slowly, pressing deep into him before pulling back, working the tight ring of muscle open, allowing way for a third finger. Dean nng’d softly and arched his back as Lucifer twisted his wrist, fingers spread and once again pushing deeper. He panted and let his head fall back, blindfold securely in place as Lucifer finally slid his fingers out.
“Going to remind you who you belong to Dean.” Lucifer growled in his ear, causing Dean to shiver. He licked his lips and pressed up against him again before letting out a soft whine he’d deny later as Lucifer pressed him back down into the mattress with a hand to his chest. “No, you are going to stay like that.” He ordered and Dean felt his body slump, following the command easily.
Lucifer moved Dean’s hips, lifting them a little as he positioned himself between Dean’s legs. Dean fought the urge to thrust back against him, quicken the process. He wanted Lucifer inside him, now, now soon not later; now. But Lucifer moved slowly, pressing the head of his cock against his entrance and then slowly, tortuously slow, he pressed into Dean, centimetre by centimetre.
Dean let out a long, drawn out moan as Lucifer bottomed out, stilling inside him. Dean tried to grind down against him, but Lucifer’s hands on his hips stilled him as well. He groaned and arched, panting heavily as he tried to move, needing more friction, and he got it; just not how he wanted it. Lucifer started to pull out, slower then he pushed in, and then pushed in just as slow, keeping this pace as Dean started to writhe, he needed more, needed Lucifer to fuck him into the mattress, but Lucifer wasn’t giving him that; just a slow, lazy roll of his hips.
Dean panted and gripped at Lucifer’s shoulders, nails digging into skin as Lucifer slowly started to speed up, but still not enough. He tried to thrust back against Lucifer again, but still his hips were held into the mattress. He groaned in protest, digging his nails in harder, trying to urge Lucifer to go faster; harder. Lucifer repaid him by going slower again, and Dean whined for the third time that night.
“Please, fuck Luce, please…” Dean begged in a moan, cursing himself. Dean Winchester never begged, but here he was, whimpering please for Lucifer to move faster, harder, deeper.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, Lucifer started to pick up his pace. The lazy roll of his hips became quick thrusts, almost in an instant. Dean’s eyes went wide, his lashes brushing the blindfold as he arched, sliding his nails down to Lucifer’s shoulder-blades and digging in. Lucifer let out a soft, strangled sound and Dean cries out as Lucifer’s thrusts became a little more frantic and then something soft brushed his fingers.
Feathers. Dean was touching feathers.
He swallowed and pressed his hands into them, drawing moans from Lucifer as he did so. He groaned in response and started to card his fingers through, taking any loose feathers that he felt with him, smiling as he felt Lucifer tremble above him, thrusts becoming even more erratic. Dean nng’d and gripped a handful, tugging and he smirked as he heard Lucifer cry out loudly, before shouting as Lucifer thrust into him hard; it was almost painful, almost.
It didn’t take Dean long after that before he felt the familiar pooling of heat in his stomach, the feel of Lucifer thrusting into him roughly sending him over the edge with a startled cry. He arched his back, eyes wide before flopping against the bed, moaning as he heard Lucifer’s own cry and the feeling of warmth filling him.
Lucifer nuzzled his neck and Dean wrapped his arms around him before yelping as he was scooped up. He struggled for a few futile moments before relaxing into the hold, blindfold still secure as Lucifer carried him towards the bathroom. Dean had memorized the steps to everything in the small hotel. He grunted as Lucifer dropped him onto the toilet, and relished the sound of waster as his come cooled on his stomach.
The water was warm, and Lucifer was cold. It was a contrast that made him tremble. He tilted his head as he pressed his fingers into Lucifer’s feathers once again. He knew they shouldn’t be able to fit in such a cramped space, but he figured Lucifer wasn’t an archangel for nothing. The water seemed to be rolling off them and Dean shivered at Lucifer pressed into him. He wanted to remove the blindfold, to see them with his own eyes, but he was scared if he took it off that this would all turn out to be an illusion, that Lucifer would be gone.
Dean felt the fabric rustle and then drop down. He quickly closed his eyes, not liking where this was going. He almost cried out when he felt the lips against his, his eyes opening as if on instinct, only instead of the empty space he was expecting, he saw blue eyes, blue eyes that belonged to Lucifer. He let out a soft sound and pressed closer, gripping Lucifer’s feathers a little tighter.
Dean could finally see them, they were tinted a dark green and they were huge. Dean didn’t know how they could fit into the small space, but he groaned when Lucifer pressed his face into Dean’s neck. He licked his lips and continued to groom them, not really knowing what he was doing, but Lucifer seemed to be enjoying it so he must have been doing something right.
“Mine.” Lucifer growled softly, almost like a purr.
“Yeah, yours.” Dean agreed and smiled, closing his eyes.
The next time Dean woke up it was to yelling.
He groaned and rolled over, into a body and blinked, because who would… and then last night came back to him. His eyes flew open and he looked at Lucifer. Lucifer’s eyes shone back at his and he crooked a smile, something that Dean couldn’t help but mirror before arms were at his waist and yanking him. He flailed a little and fight before he looked up and saw floppy brown hair and protective hazel eyes; it was Sam, Sam was pulling him back… again.
“I agreed to let him come here, but that doesn’t mean he gets to sleep with Dean, or touch him.” Sam snapped and Dean realised he was naked. He was about to address this fact but Sam cut him off before he could start. “He can be here for Dean to get better and then he leaves.”
“Is that so?” Lucifer sat up and Dean wanted to knock their heads together just a little. “Do you ever think that maybe me being close to him like that makes him better? Maybe you haven’t realised it but he depends on me, he tried to blind himself because he thought it would bring me back.” Dean opened his mouth again, but it was Lucifer’s turn to cut him off. “This is not something you can comprehend.”
Dean sighed; this was hopeless.
“Okay, will both of you knock it off? Sam, Lucifer isn’t going to hurt Dean, and he has a point. Lucifer would you not flaunt what is going on in front of Sam and behave? Just as you have claim over Dean, I have claim over Sam and I do not like it when he is stressed.” Gabriel said, arms crossed and looking surprisingly serious.
Wait, what?
Dean struggled out of Sam’s grip and grabbed his pants, pulling them on, ignoring the way Sam blushed when he realised that Dean was truly naked. He then looked between them both, crossing his arms. “Look, you both matter to me okay. Sam, you’re my brother and you damn well know I love you. I also like Luce now too, so you are going to have to share me. I know he was a jackass in the past, but he’s changed… I’ve changed.”
“Dean - ”
“At first he hurt me, yes, at first he was in it just to break me, but along the lines somewhere the pain turned into nurturing and the hate and ownership turned into something different.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “You know I hate these mushy girly talk and shit, but Lucifer means a lot to me. I was lost without him, he’s right; I did become dependant on him. I need to not be so as much, but I’d rather not do that without him, or without you.”
Sam opened his mouth and then closed it and sighed, bitch-face in full effect; it was as good as he was going to get.
“Good, now where’s the food, I’m fucking starving.” He grinned and leaned into the arms that wrapped around his waist. He grinned up at Lucifer and at first Sam looked like he was about to stab him with Gabriel’s sword, but instead he stormed over to Gabriel, dragging him out; Cas followed.
“We are going to get lunch.” He ordered and neither angel protested.
Dean thought he heard something about Gabriel saying angry sex was hot.
Dean shivered at the thought before mmphing as he was pressed against the wall, cold lips against his. It took him a few moments for the world to stop spinning before he kissed back, hands trailing up Lucifer’s back and gripping at his shoulder-blades, pulling him closer. He groaned when Lucifer licked his way into his mouth, breath cold, causing his eyes to flutter closed.
“Look at me Dean.” He whispered against his lips and Dean instantly opened his eyes to look at Lucifer, before moaning as he was rewarded with a grinding leg between his. “I want you to keep your eyes open, keep looking at me.”
Dean did as he was told as Lucifer started a slow, grinding drag, something much like before. Dean shuddered and moved his hands up to Lucifer’s hair, tugging roughly as he bit down on his bottom lip, wanting more. Lucifer growled into his mouth and pressed closer, hands gripping at Dean’s hips and squeezing. Dean was probably going to get bruises, but he didn’t care right now, all he wanted was for Lucifer to continue.
Lucifer pulled back a few moments latter, nipping at Dean’s bottom lip before drawing him flush against him. Dean let him and stared up at Lucifer, licking his lips. He knew Lucifer was being possessive, clamiing Dean for his own, reminding him again who he belonged to, but he didn’t need to. Dean couldn’t imagine himself ever being like this with someone else, only Lucifer would get him on his knees so willingly.
“You haven’t lost that spark, but you’re much more relaxed, less burdened, did I really do this?” Lucifer asked, almost in wonder. “Have I really changed you enough for this? I did hurt you to start off, how did it become so easy to love you like this?”
Dean shivered as Lucifer spoke the words. “I don’t know dude, I guess maybe, deep down you never really wanted to hurt me? Maybe you always just wanted this?” Dean licked his lips, uncomfortable with the direction this was going in, changed or not he did not do chick-flick moments.
“No, I definitely wanted to hurt you in the beginning, but somewhere along the line I found you much more exciting like this, spread out under me pliable and wanton and needy.” Dean shivered again and groaned as Lucifer pressed his lips to his neck.
“Yeah, well, I’m not that needy.” He chuckled before his legs almost gave out when Lucifer slipped two fingers into him, electing a startled cry from his lips. He felt Lucifer’s smirk against his neck and cursed. “Bastard.” He breathed.
Lucifer pulled away again and sat down on the bed, pulling Dean into his lap. “Yes, being away from me was harmful, but it was all necessary, for a little while. You would have become something less if I had left you blinded. This is why I will not blind you again, and this is why I will never leave.” He pulls Dean close. “One of the reasons.”
“Yeah, what are the other ones?”
“I like it when you scream my name.” He grinned and Dean flushed, scowling. Lucifer pulled him in for another kiss, hand behind his neck to keep them close. “We should stop though, I do not think Samuel would like to walk in on this.”
“I think Sammy is busy right now.” Dean countered and ground down against Lucifer, smiling when he felt him groan. “Don’t worry about him.”
Lucifer ran a hand up his back before pulling back. “Later.” He kissed Dean once more before rolling them over so Dean was pinned to the bed. “I like making you wait.” Dean groaned and then scowled as Lucifer chuckled, pulling away.
Sam came back a half an hour later with food, with a pleased looking Gabriel and a dishevelled looking Cas. Dean didn’t ask from his position at the table, typing away on his laptop. Lucifer was leaning against a wall, close but far enough away that Sam didn’t give him the stink eye. Lucifer did keep glancing at Dean though, which he didn’t mind. He wanted Lucifer closer, but he could deal with him just being in the same room as him. It was enough.
Sam tossed him a bag with his usual hamburger and pie, which Dean didn’t have any trouble devouring this time, though he saw Lucifer’s finger’s twitch like he wanted to be the one to feed it to him. Dean wouldn’t have protested, but he was pretty sure Sam would have threw a bitch-fit and Dean wasn’t in the mood to try and stop his angelic… what ever they were, from smiting his brother.
He finished quickly and had time to watch Gabriel’s amused look as Lucifer and Sam exchanged unhappy glances. Dean sighed and avoided his urge to thunk his head into the desk by packing - he was looking forward to driving again - and watched as Lucifer walked over to talk to Gabriel. He shook his head and grabbed their bags, moving to toss them in the back.
Sam joined him.
Dean looked over at him before placing a hand on his shoulder and squeezing. Sam leaned into it with a sigh and nodded. No words were spoken, no secret signals were exchanged. It was just a simple squeeze of the shoulder and they already said so much. Sam knew Dean was okay, and sorry that he was putting him through his. Sam had acknowledged that maybe Lucifer was good for Dean and that he would try and get along with him. Dean didn’t know how well it would work, but he hoped for his own sanity that they’d at least get along with him in the room.
He still didn’t know how to deal with the whole Sam, Cas and Gabe thing, but he wasn’t going to cause a scene, not if he wanted Sam to be cool about him and Lucifer. It was all a bit too weird for him anyways; he had enough to deal with. Michael was still out there, trying to use him as an angel condom, and these stupid issues he now had; like living with his sight, feeding himself and not being glued to Lucifer’s hip in fear that he’d leave again.
Dean might have had abandonment issues before Lucifer, and Lucifer may have made them worse when he left, but he wasn’t saying anything.
He fixed up the mess in his baby’s trunk – stupid Sam and his always messing with things – and then grabbed the keys from him. He grinned and made his way to the driver’s seat, just as the door to the motel room closed. Lucifer made his way to the passenger seat, but Sam gave him a look and climbed in instead. Dean shrugged at Lucifer’s look and got in the driver’s seat.
Sam had been there first, Luce would have to deal.
The three angels, two archangels and one falling, climbed into the back together. Castiel was in the middle and looking uncomfortable, while Gabriel just reclined, shooting Sam obscene looks in the mirror. Dean shook his head at that and started up his Impala, listening to her purr. He gripped the steering wheel, feeling the rumble under his fingers as she trembled under him. He licked his lips and looked out the back, pulling out of the parking lot carefully.
Gabriel shifted so his legs were over Cas, his back against the door as he started to talk with Lucifer. Lucifer seemed a little more restrained, ridged in his seat, but he talked back. Dean was pretty sure they were talking in Enochian and what ever they were saying, Castiel seemed to be lost, sunk down in his seat like a third wheel. Dean looked over to see Sam chuckling before he reached around to place a comforting hand on Cas’ knee and Cas smiled, seemingly calming down.
Looked like Sam wasn’t the only one wary about Lucifer being here with them, and Dean really couldn’t blame him. Lucifer was an archangel, a fallen archangel that could smite Castiel in to oblivion, like Raphael had, and yet here he was, in the back seat chatting away with Gabriel. Dean kind of felt bad for bringing this upon Sam and Cas, but he would have been happy staying at the mansion with Lucifer, and would go back if they truly wanted him to.
Rumble squirmed out from Castiel’s coat pocket with an angry mewl and clawed her way onto Lucifer’s lap where she started to purr. Lucifer picked her up and pet her, scratching her gently behind the ears before moving her to Dean’s shoulder. Dean looked back – he really should be paying more attention to the road, not the rear view mirror – and picked her up, placing her in his lap. “Behave.” He whispered before petting her, steering with one hand.
Rumble did pretty good though; she curled up in his lap and settled down, purring like a freight train. Dean pet her most of the time, before roads became twisty, which he needed two hands for. All in all he was glad to be back on the road, driving his baby. He had missed her and she felt good under him, her controls were seamless, at least Sam had been taking good care of her. He smiled and leaned back in his eat, content for the drive.
It only took two hours for the fighting to start. It started with a comment about Gabriel and candy and his pagan life, and ended with an argument between Gabriel and Lucifer. Lucifer was being an over-protective big brother, and then Sam was being a girl – meaning over-protective boyfriend – and started in on Lucifer. Poor Cas was left in the middle of it all and Dean had to stop the car.
Everyone stopped at the squeal of tires and turned to look at him. He glared at them all, mostly Lucifer and Gabriel, then at Sam who was giving his best impression of a kicked-puppy. He sighed heavily and shook his head, because really? They couldn’t go a whole drive without some sort of argument breaking out? He shook his head and put her back into drive, starting her up again.
“Dean is right, can we not fight? Please?” Castiel asked in a small voice. Dean had to hand it to the younger angel, the guy knew when he was out powered, but that didn’t stop him.
“It was just a little brotherly dispute.” Gabriel chuckled. “We had these all the time up in heaven, was why we were close, not as close as him and Michael, but I like to think I was his favourite little brother.”
“Of course you were Gabriel, but you were also the most annoying little brother.” Lucifer chuckled and Gabriel made some sort of comment in Enochian, which Lucifer replied and an odd sound rang in the Impala. It was something like the mix between a child’s giggle and a man choking on a rock. Dean turned around to make sure no one was dying, and what he saw was even odder.
Castiel was bent in half, trench coat wrinkled and bent with him, head bowed as his shoulder’s shook, his arms wrapped around his middle. Dean had a pretty good idea that the weird sound was coming from Castiel, and that he was… laughing.
“What did you guys do, I think you broke him!” Dean asked and Sam had a concerned look on his face as he was half out of his seat. Rumble was making mewling sounds in his lap, unhappy with the sound apparently and Dean tried to calm her with full-body pets.
“Cas?” Gabriel asked and poked the laughing angel. “Cas, what’s wrong?”
Lucifer was the only one not making any reactions. He was sitting still in his seat, staring down at the younger angel with a tortured look on his face, like someone was jabbing needles in his eyes or something. Then his mouth twitched and a startled-choked laugh escaped his lips, like the sound was new to him. Dean blinked and pulled over before he got into an accident as Lucifer joined into the laugther. Castiel’s sound almost drowned his out, but Lucifer’s laugh was low-bellied something deep and full of joy.
He exchanged a look with Sam, because he as pretty sure their angels had lost it.
Lucifer calmed down first, his laughter died down to a soft chuckle but there were tears leaking down his face a little, which he wiped away. Castiel was next, unfolding himself, his laughter-thing dying down to giggles, which sounded strange on a grown man. Unlike Lucifer, he had rivers of tears running down his face and his body shook with jolts with each giggle before he calmed down, body instantly regaining its statue-like poster, his face clear of any signs of his outburst.
Dean made sure everything was okay, and ignored Gabriel as he wiped Cas' face clean before making his way on the road again.
Bobby then called to make sure they hadn’t gotten in an accident and Dean had to explain the fact that Lucifer was coming as well and Bobby was not to shoot him. That had been more angry yelling and Bobby calling him an idjit, but in the end the elder hunter agreed to let him come, in the condition that if he so much as looked at any of them to wrong way that he’d kick him out.
That went for Gabriel too so Dean didn’t feel so bad.
They arrived there a few hours later, with no more interruptions and Bobby was waiting in the door, still in his wheelchair. Dean felt bad and bent over to hug him, but Gabriel shimmied in-between them
“Wheels don’t suite you!” He grinned and snapped. “Now, save Sammy his back problems and stand up will yeah?”
Bobby just stared at the short Archangel-Trickster like he was on speed. Though that was probably pretty close, he was a little… exuberant and if Dean didn’t know he was a supernatural being, he’d have guessed that was the human equivalent of Gabriel. Sam looked down at Gabriel with a shocked expression before looking back at Bobby as he finally stood up, slowly, one foot at a time.
Dean clasped a hand on Gabriel’s shoulder maybe he wasn’t such a bad guy… maybe.
Bobby pulled both him and Sam into a proper hug and Dean smiles, holding Bobby and Sam close. It felt good to be embraced by family again, and although Dean would never admit it, he needed this. Bobby was like a father to him and Sam, and if it wasn’t for him they would have been dead many more times over, and maybe for good those times.
Not likely, but it’s the thought that counts.
Bobby nodded at Gabriel who grinned and popped a sucker in his mouth. “Think of that as advanced payment for lack of sleep.” He winked, grabbed Cas and dragged him into the house. Sam flushed deeply and opened his mouth to deny everything, but soon he was yanked in too and that left him, Bobby and Lucifer out on the porch. Bobby glared after the three of them before turning his attention back to them.
He looked them both over, and then eyed Lucifer.
Lucifer had stepped closer to Dean and had wrapped an arm around his waist. He held Dean protectively and possibly a little possessively to his hip, fingers dragging up and down Dean’s spine. Dean closed his eyes and pressed into the touch, trying not to look at Bobby. He knew this much be coming as a shock to the older hunter, but Lucifer always knew how to touch him, to get a reaction out of him.
“Yer not the only angel getting’ this, but if you hurt him, I will skin yer hide, and trust me, I will find a way.” Bobby grumbled, glared for emphases before nodded, Lucifer returned that nod. Nothing was said for a while and that seemed to be all they needed because Bobby was heading back inside. “You better not be keepin’ me from my beauty sleep, or it’ll be the junkyard for you!”
Dean looked at Lucifer who pulled him closer, tightening his grip. Dean smiles softly and shook his head. He couldn’t believe Bobby had given the devil the speech, but he was a pretty tough old guy; he could put up a good fight.
“I do not intend to harm you any further Dean.” Lucifer spoke slowly. “I just wanted you to know that.”
“I already did.” Dean snorted. “Now c’mon, no chick-flick moments.” Dean stepped away from Lucifer, shaking his head still and opened up the door, turning around to stare at Lucifer. “Well, you coming?”
“Of course.” Lucifer stepped forward.
Dean had fallen asleep easily that night.
It turned out Gabriel hadn’t taken Sam and Cas for sex – much to Bobby’s relief – but just to curl up on the couch in a sickeningly-sweet fashion that made them out to be the perfect couple or something. Sam looked happy though with Gabriel curled up on his chest like a cat and Cas settled between his legs, head on Gabriel’s hip. Dean had made fake gagging noises and Lucifer looked thoughtful, but neither he nor Lucifer moved to cuddle.
Dean had almost instantly made his way to the fridge to grab a beer, and the rest of the evening was spent catching Bobby up with what had been going on. After that they had all made their way to bed, Dean in his own room with Luce, and Sam, Cas and Gabriel in their own. Dean really hoped they didn’t make too loud sex noises, then again Gabriel probably could have made the room sound-proof… not that he would the bastard.
Dean had laid out, curled into Lucifer’s side as he’d pulled him close. They hadn’t really said anything, just laid like that, close and comfortable until Dean had drifted off. It wasn’t until he was asleep that the real trouble started.
He was in a very expensive looking bed, complete with silk sheets and those curtain things that hide you from everyone’s view. He was alone and half-expected Lucifer to be there, smirking at him in that way of his, this seemed like his taste. Instead Dean was clothed, if only in jeans. He groaned and shoved the blankets off of him, sliding his legs to the side and pushing the curtains open.
The room was made of stone, like a castle, with torches lighting the way. The room was empty aside from the bed, a mahogany desk and wardrobe and a stone chest table with glass pieces. Sitting at that table was a man. He had short-ish black hair and green eyes. He was close to Dean’s height if a little taller. He wore a pair of jeans and a blue chequered button down with a grey-ish green jean jacket over top.
Dean recognized him almost instantly, brows furrowing as he tried to figure out why his father was playing chess… in his dream. He crossed his arms over his chest, suddenly wishing he had his shirt. He was wary though, not trusting the parental figure in the chair, head bent over in concentration. He picked up one of his white pawns and moved it forward, placing it in front of a black one.
He lifted his head then and smiled a bit sadly at Dean, hands moving to rest on the table. “Hello Dean.” he spoke in a slow, deliberate way, like he was unsure of his words. It was how Cas talked, and Lucifer at times, though less so. “We have not yet had the pleasure of meeting, and I am sorry it is in such conditions, and with I in such a vessel, it must pain you.”
Dean took a step back, knees bumping the back of the bed, almost causing him to fall. This was an angel, and angel in his friggen dreams. But this wasn’t just any angel, Dean knew that. Somehow he knew that this was Michael, the archangel, the same archangel that wanted to use him as a meat suit… to kill Lucifer.
“You do not need to fear me Dean, I will not harm you; you are my vessel. I only wish to end the torment my brother has been causing; I wish to end this madness and bring paradise.” He moved so he was sitting on the chair sideway and smiled again, but it was a sad sort of smile. “I need for you to say yes Dean, to accept your destiny and allow me to fulfill my own.”
Part Four
