Sweet Dreams Are Made of These[4/4]
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theinsaneeraserSweet Dreams Are Made of These Part Four
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“What makes you think I give a shit about this stupid destiny?” Dean shook his head. “You angels all think you’re so high on top, I’m not saying yes Michael. I’m not going to let you bring some stupid paradise. It’s probably all toga-wearing-harp-strumming bull-shit anyway. Sorry, white's just not my thing.”
“Dean, do you understand what would happen if Lucifer were to get his true vessel? If Lucifer were to strike me down, it would be hell on earth. It would be the death of all humans. He may make an exception for Sam, but it wouldn’t last long. He’d grow tired of his toys, Sam would burn out and then he’d end everything. It would be destruction.”
“Wow, you angel’s really do hate each other don’t you? You’d do that, kill your brother? Do you really hate him that much?” Dean sneered. He could never think of killing Sam, sure he’d been pissed and disappointed and hated Sam a little when he’d been fooling around with Ruby and drinking demons blood, but he’d never really kill him. “Are you really that heartless?”
There was a split second of silence and then Dean’s back connected with the bed and he suddenly had a lap full of archangel. He moved to shove him off, but a hand around his throat held him in place, as well as the insistent weight on his hips; Michael was an unmovable force. Dean swallowed and stared up into the angry depths of green that glared down at him.
“Do not speak of things you do not understand.” Michael growled and Dean was scared, not that he’d show it. “I love my brother, more then anything. I took care of him in so many ways. He was my little brother, my favourite little brother. We were closer then anyone could truly understand. Then he betrayed me, betrayed our father. He made me cast him down for his stupidity, and now he is going to make me kill him, all because he refuses to see what he is doing.”
“And what exactly am I refusing to see, brother?” Lucifer’s voice rang out in the empty room and Dean blinked, as did Michael. His hand moved away from his neck and Michael turned his head around. “Hello Michael.”
“Lucifer?” Michael asked, almost as if he was surprised he was here, then again he probably was. Dean sat up as much as he could, trying to get a good view of Michael, but the archangel did not remove himself from Dean’s lap. “What are you doing here, Lucifer? This is not your vessel, and you have no right to interfere with us, as I have no right to interfere with you and Samuel.”
“I no longer have any interest in taking Samuel as my vessel; I’ve come to appreciate the… connection with this one.” He looked at Dean when he said that and Dean looked down, a soft smirk on his lips. Connection my ass “Now if you will remove yourself from Dean’s lap, maybe we could have a proper talk Michael.”
“No, Lucifer. What do you mean you are not taking Samuel as a vessel?” Michael furrowed his brows in confusion, his weight becoming heavier on Dean and he really wished he could just shove him off. “What are you playing at Lucifer? If you believe this will persuade me not to take Dean, just to give you an advantage, you are mistaken Lucifer.”
“That is not what I had in mind brother, now would you please remove yourself from Dean Winchester, I do not appreciate the position you have him in.” Lucifer crossed his arms and Dean couldn’t stop the soft smirk on his lips. Michael looked puzzled though, tilting his head before a slow smirk appeared on his lips. “What?” Lucifer furrowed his brows, obviously not liking that smirk.
“You do not like me touching him, brother? Are you jealous of this?” Michael turned his attention to Dean, who opened his mouth to speak because aside from the fact he was with Lucifer, Michael as wearing his dad and nope, this was not happening. Michael ran a finger down his chest anyways, ignore Dean’s protests. “Does it hurt you to see me touching another?”
Suddenly Michael was lifted from his lap and Dean could see Lucifer’s hand wrapped around Michael’s wrist, holding him close. And for a second Dean wondered if it was true… was Lucifer jealous of Michael… or of him? Did he not want Michael touching him because he wanted him, or because he wanted Michael?
“I am jealous, yes brother, but not because of you.” Lucifer shook his head. “Because of him. Because Dean is mine.” Dean felt his heart beat speed up and he couldn’t stop from smiling, even as Michael’s look went from smug to confusion. “I have had some time alone with Dean, and I have decided I like him, He is mine now Michael, you will not harm him.”
“You like a human?” Michael seemed flabbergasted before his look went to angry. “What is this, Lucifer? Some sort of joke? You defied father because of humans, you caused me to cast you down because you thought them nothing better then dirt, in fact you thought higher of dirt then humans, and now you tell me you like him? I do not believe you!”
“Is it so hard to believe because he’s human or because he isn’t you?” Lucifer asked and let go of him. “Are you alright, Dean? I know Michael’s temper is not pleasant, I do hope he has not harmed you.”
“’M fine.” Dean shrugged and looked at Michael.
Michael’s shoulders were shaking and there was anger on his face like Dean had never seen before. He swallowed and watched at Lucifer locked eyes on Michael, gaze steady. Michael gripped Lucifer’s shirt and tightened his fist, almost ripping the fabric before releasing it, controlling himself once more.
“Also, I no longer wish to fight in this war Michael, I wish for peace. Go back to Heaven Michael, and take the angels with you. Leave the humans be and I will as well.” Lucifer shook his head. “Dean has… shown me things I do not think even he understands. I have changed because of him, I see things a little differently now. I still do not bow to humans, but I no longer see the thrill in destroying them, It’s over Michael.”
“No brother, you are wrong.” Michael took a step back, face unreadable. “It has only just begun.” And then he was gone, leaving Lucifer and Dean alone in the room, both with matching concerned looks. Dean didn’t want to think about what that meant, instead he turned his attention to Lucifer.
“You really mean that?” he asked and slid off the bed, walking over to the archangel-devil, rocking back on his heels a little awkwardly. “You won’t try and wipe out humanity?”
“Yes, Dean, I no longer wish to have hell on earth.” Lucifer spoke, but he looked distant. Dean sighed and leans into him a bit and closed his eyes. “Mmm, we should celebrate.”
“Oh, and what would that be?” Lucifer asked, raising an eyebrow. Dean just grinned and pulled him towards the bed. “Oh, I could think of a few things.” He licked his lips and fell backwards, pulling Lucifer with him.
The next few days went pretty smoothly, and things seemed to be okay. Both Gabriel and Lucifer had been on their best behaviour and even Bobby found it nice having Gabriel around to snap up food so he didn’t have to cook, and Lucifer proved intelligent to talk to, and probably helped Bobby with a few monsters he never even knew about. Castiel would work his way into those conversations as well, and everything was pretty calm.
Sam and Dean had found time to get closer, chatting over hunts – there seemed to be a surprising lack of them – and the weight lifted of the apocalypse that wasn’t. It took Sam a few days to really believe that Lucifer wasn't going to try and end the world, but once he did, they seemed to settle down more. Gabriel had tackled Lucifer into a coffee table – broke and then fixed – and Castiel had smiled, thanking Lucifer for his wise choice.
No one talked about the dream or the words Michael spoke.
Now that the weight of the Apocalypse was gone, the world seemed brighter. Dean had gone back to fixing some cars in Bobby’s yard, with Lucifer watching over him and even helping. Gabriel was still pulling tricks, but Castiel and Sam made sure they weren’t too deadly. Bobby was exploring his new legs, going for long walks and even working on a few cars of his own, while Castiel worked on getting his Grace back up to full strength, with the help of his brothers.
Of course, this happiness wasn’t meant to last.
Dean and Lucifer were out in the junkyard, Dean was giving his baby a tune up, chatting away to Lucifer, teaching him little things. Lucifer didn’t really understand half of it, and looked as little bored, but at least he was humouring him. Dean grinned when Lucifer would raise an eyebrow, or ask a perfect question, it showed him that he was paying attention to what Dean was saying, and maybe learning something. No way would he let the archangel near his baby, but this was… fun.
“Why are you teaching me these things?” Lucifer asked seriously and moved to sit on the seat of the open back door. Dean lifted his head from inside the hood and closed it, walking around. “I am not telling you to stop Dean; I just wish to know why.”
“Because, you're part of the family now, and I would teach Cas and Gabriel too, but they are Sam’s… what ever it is they are. You’re mine, so I’m teaching you.” He grinned and wiped sweat off his brow. “You don’t mind, do you? Because if you don’t want to, that’s cool too.”
“No, that is not it.” Lucifer shook his head and pulled Dean into his lap. “I am glad that you think enough of us to share this with me. Robert has told me that you doing this means something special. I wish to tell you Dean, that if I could take you to heaven, show you my home, before it was destroyed, I would.” Lucifer pulled him closer. “Dean, I believe we are in a relationship now, I think this has passed just intercourse a very long time ago, but neither of us have really said anything about it.”
“I… yeah, not good with this girly shit, but I agree, we are… does that make us boyfriends?” Dean snickered and grinned when Lucifer smiled. “But yeah, I agree with all that, that’s why I’m showing this to you man. Like Bobby said, I don’t just do this with anyone, so you better be paying attention, I’m going to test you.”
“Oh, is that so?” Lucifer raised an eyebrow and leaned up, capturing his lips in a kiss.
Dean returned it, moving so he was straddling Lucifer’s waist, hands on his shoulders, wrinkling the white button-down beneath them. He smirked when Lucifer let out a soft groan and pressed closer, deepening the kiss, moving his fingers to wind them in his hair, tugging the strands, drawing that moan he knew would come from it. Lucifer’s hand came up his back and pressed them flush together as he started to lean back, twisting a little before Dean caught himself on the door, a voice startling him.
“Lucifer…” The voice was cold, and Dean was gently moved to his feet as Lucifer stood to meet Michael.
He was standing there, sword out like he was ready to fight, and Dean had a sinking feeling he was. Lucifer stepped in front of him and moved closer to Michael, a frown on his face. Dean wanted to pull him back, to shove him in the house and barricade the door. He had a bad feeling about this, he knew something bad was going to happen and he didn’t know how to stop it.
“Michael, what are you doing here?” Lucifer asked, his body rigid, like he was ready for a fight.
“Father’s will, our fate, is for us to fight, and for me to kill you, there is no ending it brother, I am sorry.” Michael frowned a little. “I do love you Lucifer, but you betrayed father, betrayed me and now it is time for us to end this madness.”
“Michael, I do not wish to fight you, I do not wish for this brother, please; stop.” Lucifer took another step forward. “I have seen the error of my ways, I do not regret what I did, but I no longer wish to continue it.” Lucifer held out an arm. “Please, let's just stop this fighting, come inside and talk. Gabriel is there, as is Castiel, we could be a family again, Michael.”
Dean saw it before Michael spoke, saw the shift in Michael’s footing. “I’m sorry, little brother.” And Dean moved. He almost thought he wasn’t going to make it, and in a way he didn’t. Michael was fast and Dean was only able to move in front of Lucifer – there would be no way to move the archangel – before he was struck, and then there was pain. He cried out as he felt Michael’s blade pierce his chest.
Lucifer’s arms wrapped around him from behind, catching him as his legs gave out, his eyes wide and frightened, with anger flaring behind it. He heard Michael’s intake of breath as he looked down at Dean.
“H-He only wanted to be a family again you asshole.” Dean coughed and could taste blood on his tongue. “Be lucky you have that chance, be lucky you still have family left to be able to do… to do that.” Dean groaned, feeling the chill set in again, starting at his fingers and toes and working it’s way towards his chest; slowly. “Lu-Luce still cares about you… even if he’s with… with me…”
“De…Lu…” Michael took a step back, frowning heavily before disappearing in the flutter of wings and feathers.
Lucifer moved Dean into his lap as he pulled Michael’s sword from his chest and placed a hand over the wound, sealing it, but it was already too late, Dean could feel it. He could feel death sneaking up on him, he wasn’t going to last… this sucked. Of all the way he pictured himself biting it, protecting the devil and getting an angelic blade to the chest, that wasn’t one of them.
“Shut up Dean, you’re not dying, not if I have any say in it.” Lucifer cursed and gripped him tighter. “Dean, I can save you…”
“DEAN!” There was the sound of gravel and then Sam was dropping in front of Lucifer as he held Dean close to his chest. “What the hell happened Lucifer, what’s going on?”
“Michael… he was going to kill me and Dean… he got in the way…” Lucifer cursed and pulled Dean closer, but Dean was starting to get numb, the pain was ebbing away. “Dean, Dean I can save you, please, please let me save you.”
“Just do it!” Sam snapped and then there was a hand on his shoulder.
“He has to get Dean’s permission for what he wants to do Sam.” Gabriel whispered, suddenly there, and squeezed Sam’s shoulder. “If it’s what I think it is, Lucifer you are going to have to hurry, he doesn’t have much time left.”
Dean coughed again, more blood but at least there was no pain with it. Instead he felt warmth, a tiny bit of warmth as Lucifer clung tighter to him, and he was pretty sure he was crying, or close to it. Dean couldn’t help thinking how pretty Lucifer would be when he cried, it would just flow down his cheeks, and he wouldn’t shake or make a sound, and his eyes would get glossy and watery.
“Dean, to save you I have to mate with you, bind your soul to my Grace, so that I can stop you from dying. It is not a normal mating, this one would give me full control over you, where as normal matting would allow you to be the boss.” Dean really didn’t comprehend what Lucifer was saying, everything was getting fuzzy again. “Dean, you have to allow me in for this, please, you have to say yes.”
“Mmm, you’ve always been in control Luce, no one else has ever… only you…” Dean closed his eyes, shivering now with the cold. He knew that he was going to die, what ever Lucifer was going to do, it was too late. “Yes Lucifer… will always be yes…”
And then there was a burning-bright light, someone hot on his back, between his shoulder-blades, and then there was nothing.
Dean didn’t expect to wake up, but when he did he was humming, well, he wasn’t; something inside him was. He blinked, opening his eyes to see chest, bare chest. There was a hand around him, holding him close and protective, a hand on his back, and that’s where the humming was coming from. He shivered and pressed into it, an explosion of worry, relief and love smashing into his senses, causing him to see black.
He felt the body shift beside him and was met with soft blue eyes.
Dean opened his mouth to speak but lips pressing roughly against his cut him off. He mmphed as Lucifer kissed him roughly, possessively, pushing Dean onto his back ad he settled down on his hips. Dean kissed back, gripping at his shirt and trying to press himself against the other man-angel-devil but a hand to his chest held him down. He stared up at Lucifer, eyes a little worried but Lucifer’s face was emotionless.
Dean swallowed, a little worried before groaning as Lucifer ground down against him. He tightened his hands in Lucifer’s shirt as the kisses moved to his chin - bruising bites that should have hurt more then they did – and down his throat. He moaned again as Lucifer ground down against him, harder, leaving long pauses before doing it again. Lucifer would just keep his interest peaked, grinding against him before stalling, letting him settle before doing it again.
“Never - ” Lucifer bit down hard on Dean’s pulse point, a groan of pain and pleasure slipping past his lips. “ - do - ” another bite, just as harder just under his ear. “ - that - ” a third bite, this time at the hollow of his throat. “ - again.” The bite was to his collarbone this time and Dean arched, or tried to, but he hand on his chest was still there, keeping him against the mattress, and Lucifer growled.
Dean panted and moved his fingers to Lucifer’s hair, tugging. “Luce, I - ” he moaned as Lucifer ground against him again, rough this time, more raw and Dean needed their clothing gone; now. “ - I’m sorry, I didn’t… he was gonna - ” He cried out when Lucifer’s teeth found his left nipple, biting and sucking and it hurt but a cool tongue lapped at the throbbing nub, sending darts of pain-pleasure right after, making his head spin. “Fuck, Luce, nng…”
Dean cried out again as Lucifer continued to assault his nipple, biting down hard, almost hard enough to draw blood, before salving it with his cold tongue and saliva. It was too much, his brain was starting to short-circuit, something in him was snapping. He was overwhelmed by the feeling and part of him wanted to shove Lucifer off, while the other half wanted to pull him closer.
“You are mine.” Lucifer growled and moved across to his right nipple, delivering the same treatment. And I am never going to let you go, do you hear me Dean Winchester? You ever pull a stunt like that again and I will kill you myself.
Dean arched his back and gripped at Lucifer’s hair, whimpering. Lucifer was no longer talking in words, but in his mind and he didn’t know how he could hear it, or how he was doing it, but he could feel the worry, the pain that Lucifer had felt when Dean had been stabbed; when he’d thought he’d died and he felt foolish. He cried out again, shaking as Lucifer sucked roughly at the hardened, abused nub.
I almost lost you, I came so close to losing everything that has kept me how I am, reminded me of who I was…what I gained...
Dean felt his eyes water and he cursed himself for such girly actions, but he could feel Lucifer’s distress, could feel his sadness, his desperation to never let Dean get that close to death again. He gripped the hair tighter and closed his eyes tightly, letting the tears roll off the side of his eyes and into his hair as Lucifer worked his kisses down Dean’s stomach, sucking red-black hickey’s into his skin.
“H-How can… Lucifer, nng, a-ah, I’m sorry…” Dean arched and cried out when he felt Lucifer slip two lubed fingers into him, twisting his wrist and scissoring them mercilessly. “Lucifer!” Dean pressed back against them, eyes wide as Lucifer bit the inside of his thighs.
“We are bonded now Dean, your soul to my Grace. I didn’t mate with you, I couldn’t, you would have died. But now you are mine, when you die your soul will come to me, I control the fate of your soul, and I am not ready to let you go yet.” Lucifer explained and Dean writhed as Luce slipped in a third finger, not leaving him time to adjust. “You are mine in every sense of the word now Dean, I can feel you as you can feel me. I can speak to you in your mind, as you can speak to me in mine, no matter how far away we are.”
Dean gripped the sheets as Lucifer spread his fingers wide, twisting and hooking them and fuck, he was going to be sore for a week after this.
“I can feel where you are, even with those sigils on your ribs, and you no longer have the will to say no to me. It would have been the other way around if we had mated, but in binding you to me I have all the control.” Lucifer slipped his fingers out and Dean fell a little, panting as he tried to get his brain to focus, but then Lucifer was thrusting into him, bottoming out with one go. Dean’s mouth fell open and he scrambled to grip at Lucifer’s back, only to be lifted into his lap. “If I tell you not to come, you will not come.” He whispered.
Dean cried out as Lucifer once again gave him no time to adjust, thrusting up into him hard and fast. Dean gripped at his back and shoulders and arms, trying to get some bearing as Lucifer pounded into him. He was reduced to babbling incoherently as Lucifer worked on destroying him in ways Dean hadn’t known were possible.
“You are never, ever going to do that again Dean.” Lucifer pressed his face to Dean’s neck. “Don’t do that to me, please.” He whispered.
It was the first time Dean had ever heard Lucifer to raw, so open so vulnerable. It tore at him and only caused the tears that had stopped to restart again. He gripped at Lucifer’s arms as he continued to thrust into him relentlessly, trying to find a way to comfort him, to promise that he wasn’t going anywhere, that he’d never do it again.
He couldn’t get the words out though, not with Lucifer doing this and soon the room was filled with his cries as he came; hard. He gripped at Lucifer’s back as Lucifer continued to thrust up into him before the archangel cried out in his ear, coming as well. Dean felt heat fill him and moaned, pressing back against Lucifer before slumping completely against him, panting.
“I’m… I’m sorry Lucifer; he was going to kill you… I couldn’t…” Dean forced out breathlessly and closed his eyes. “I didn’t want to lose you either.” He closed his eyes tightly and clung to Lucifer, unable to stop the stupid words from leaving his mouth. “I love you.”
There was silence in the room and for a second Dean thought he’d ruined everything, and then Lucifer was kissing him again, softer this time. Dean kissed back, just as softly as he was lower to the bed, Lucifer still hovering over him. A hand slid up his side, grabbing one of his and settling over his heart, fingers intertwined in a moment of something Dean wouldn’t label.
“I love you too Dean.” Lucifer whispered against his lips before turning the kiss into something passionate, needy. Dean kissed back with as much earnest as he could, dragging Lucifer on top of him completely, needing to be as close to him as possible. “Father knows why, but I do.” He spoke again after breaking the kiss.
Dean couldn’t help but smile.
Dean glared at Sam as he sat in his chair, smug and grinning like he owned the world, Gabriel in his lap looking just as amused, while Castiel tried to at least act polite – not that it was working.
Dean hurt, badly and Lucifer – the bastard – refused to take it away. His chin, neck, chest, stomach and thighs were covered in hickeys and bite-marks and his ass hurt like a bitch. He walked into the room as slow and deliberately as he could, Lucifer following behind him incase he stumbled, and Dean could feel how smug and delighted he felt.
Bastard. Dean repeated, to Lucifer this time.
Mm, careful or I might leave you that way all week. Lucifer responded, wrapping an arm around his waist before sitting on the couch, tugging Dean into his lap.
Dean grumbled and tilted his head back to glare, effectively showing of any marks on his neck… and there was laughter and then a thud and Dean tilted his head back down to see Gabriel on the floor. If Dean had awesome smiting powers, he’d be smiting Gabriel into next year by now… slowly and painfully. He thought of asking Lucifer to do it for him, but he didn’t think that talk would go over well.
Eventually Gabriel regained himself and moved back to Sam’s lap, grinning up at him before kissing him. Dean looked away because as much as he’d come to accept his little brother’s threesome, he did not want to see his brother macking lips with the archangel. He made a face as Gabriel groaned – Bobby was probably wishing he’d never agreed to this – but was soon distracted by a pair of lips of his own.
Dean grinned into the kiss, ignoring the pain in his ass as he shifted so he was straddling Lucifer’s hips. Lucifer slid his hands up to his back, pulling him closer and Dean allowed him. He smirked when he swallowed a moan Lucifer let loose as he tugged at the archangel-devil’s hair. He could hear Bobby mumbling to himself as he left the room and Dean only had a few moments to feel sorry for him before he was flipped, back on the couch with Lucifer between his legs, kissing down his chin to rest against his pulse point.
“L-Luce, not in here, as much as I’d love to rattle Sammy, I’d rather not have Bobby after me for ruining his couch.” He chuckled and placed a hand on Lucifer’s back, his other hand tugging at his hair once again.
“Then stop doing that.” Lucifer growled playfully and Dean could feel the rumble against his chest. Dean smiled and placed his hand on Lucifer’s back before frowning a little. He hadn’t seen Rumble since he’d gotten stabbed in the chest. “What’s wrong?” Lucifer must has senses his unease.
“Rumble, I haven’t seen him… have you?” Dean pushed up a bit, Lucifer moving a bit unwillingly. “She’s always been by my side, always.” Dean frowns and looks around. “Rumble?” Dean had grown unnaturally attached to the kitten, he felt like his father almost, and he’d made sure to take good care of him, always showing him affection, so the fact he wasn’t here demanding it unsettled him.
“Loyal beings, cats.” A voice spoke in the room. “Everyone thinks dogs are the loyal type, but cats are even more loyal. They are also self sufficient, and care for themselves. Love them, make sure they have some food and water and they can take care of the rest.” Dean’s head whipped around to see Raphael in the middle of the room, holding a lump of fur in his hand… Dean’s stomach dropped. “Humans are like dogs, needy and pathetic and they think they have the upper hand, but they grovel and break much easier then cats.”
“What did you do to her?” Dean growled and Lucifer tugged him into his chest to keep him from doing something stupid.
Raphael chuckled and stepped forward, dropping the kitten into his lap. Dean quickly lifted her, checking over her limp form but he could already tell that she was dead. “That’s the pity about loyal creatures, if they become loyal to the wrong person.” He turned to look at Castiel. “It may become necessary to remove them.” His attention was then back on Lucifer and Dean. “I had thought when Michael fled, that he was on temporary leave after having to kill his beloved little brother, and instead I find you here, perfectly alright, indulging with humans.”
“What happened to you, Raphael?” Lucifer asked in barely a whisper, gripping Dean tighter. “The brother I knew would have cherished that life; not ended it.”
“The brother you knew died the day you defied our father, the day you took up arms against your brothers, and forced me to do the same.” He responded and clasped his hands behind his back. “Seeing as how things aren’t exactly how I pictured them to be, I’m going to have to make a little adjustment to my plan.”
“What plan?” Dean spat, shaking with anger as he clutched the lifeless kitten to his chest as he leaned into Lucifer. He wanted to rip out his throat, wanted to hurt him, make him pay. He hadn’t known just how attached he’d been to this kitten until now.
“Raphael…” It was Gabriel’s turn now; he sounded hurt and confused. “What is going on, what are you planning…”
“I will deal with you in due time, traitor.” Raphael spat and Dean turned to see Gabriel recoil, like he’d been slapped, into Sam, head bowed. He saw Sam grip him tightly, glaring at Raphael with venom he’d only ever reserved for Gordon. “And don’t think I’ve forgotten you, Castiel. I have something special planned for you.”
“You won’t touch him.” Both Gabriel and Sam snapped at the same time and Dean heard Gabriel scramble to drag Castiel close, protectively. Raphael only chuckled and turned his attention once again back to Lucifer and Dean.
“Just remember, you all brought this upon yourself. If Lucifer would have died like he was supposed to, this never would have happened.” Raphael raised a hand and the room filled with a bright light. He heard Lucifer yell, and Gabriel echo it, and for a second he thought they were being hurt, but then he realised they were telling Raphael to stop.
Dean flinched back into Lucifer as the light became almost unbearable, a high-screeching sound filling his ears. He moved his hand to cover them, Rumble’s dead body tumbling to his lap. He opened his eyes to make sure she was okay – knowing full well that it didn’t matter – but screamed as he light burned at his eyes, shutting them instantly again.
And then there was just… nothing.
“What makes you think I give a shit about this stupid destiny?” Dean shook his head. “You angels all think you’re so high on top, I’m not saying yes Michael. I’m not going to let you bring some stupid paradise. It’s probably all toga-wearing-harp-strumming bull-shit anyway. Sorry, white's just not my thing.”
“Dean, do you understand what would happen if Lucifer were to get his true vessel? If Lucifer were to strike me down, it would be hell on earth. It would be the death of all humans. He may make an exception for Sam, but it wouldn’t last long. He’d grow tired of his toys, Sam would burn out and then he’d end everything. It would be destruction.”
“Wow, you angel’s really do hate each other don’t you? You’d do that, kill your brother? Do you really hate him that much?” Dean sneered. He could never think of killing Sam, sure he’d been pissed and disappointed and hated Sam a little when he’d been fooling around with Ruby and drinking demons blood, but he’d never really kill him. “Are you really that heartless?”
There was a split second of silence and then Dean’s back connected with the bed and he suddenly had a lap full of archangel. He moved to shove him off, but a hand around his throat held him in place, as well as the insistent weight on his hips; Michael was an unmovable force. Dean swallowed and stared up into the angry depths of green that glared down at him.
“Do not speak of things you do not understand.” Michael growled and Dean was scared, not that he’d show it. “I love my brother, more then anything. I took care of him in so many ways. He was my little brother, my favourite little brother. We were closer then anyone could truly understand. Then he betrayed me, betrayed our father. He made me cast him down for his stupidity, and now he is going to make me kill him, all because he refuses to see what he is doing.”
“And what exactly am I refusing to see, brother?” Lucifer’s voice rang out in the empty room and Dean blinked, as did Michael. His hand moved away from his neck and Michael turned his head around. “Hello Michael.”
“Lucifer?” Michael asked, almost as if he was surprised he was here, then again he probably was. Dean sat up as much as he could, trying to get a good view of Michael, but the archangel did not remove himself from Dean’s lap. “What are you doing here, Lucifer? This is not your vessel, and you have no right to interfere with us, as I have no right to interfere with you and Samuel.”
“I no longer have any interest in taking Samuel as my vessel; I’ve come to appreciate the… connection with this one.” He looked at Dean when he said that and Dean looked down, a soft smirk on his lips. Connection my ass “Now if you will remove yourself from Dean’s lap, maybe we could have a proper talk Michael.”
“No, Lucifer. What do you mean you are not taking Samuel as a vessel?” Michael furrowed his brows in confusion, his weight becoming heavier on Dean and he really wished he could just shove him off. “What are you playing at Lucifer? If you believe this will persuade me not to take Dean, just to give you an advantage, you are mistaken Lucifer.”
“That is not what I had in mind brother, now would you please remove yourself from Dean Winchester, I do not appreciate the position you have him in.” Lucifer crossed his arms and Dean couldn’t stop the soft smirk on his lips. Michael looked puzzled though, tilting his head before a slow smirk appeared on his lips. “What?” Lucifer furrowed his brows, obviously not liking that smirk.
“You do not like me touching him, brother? Are you jealous of this?” Michael turned his attention to Dean, who opened his mouth to speak because aside from the fact he was with Lucifer, Michael as wearing his dad and nope, this was not happening. Michael ran a finger down his chest anyways, ignore Dean’s protests. “Does it hurt you to see me touching another?”
Suddenly Michael was lifted from his lap and Dean could see Lucifer’s hand wrapped around Michael’s wrist, holding him close. And for a second Dean wondered if it was true… was Lucifer jealous of Michael… or of him? Did he not want Michael touching him because he wanted him, or because he wanted Michael?
“I am jealous, yes brother, but not because of you.” Lucifer shook his head. “Because of him. Because Dean is mine.” Dean felt his heart beat speed up and he couldn’t stop from smiling, even as Michael’s look went from smug to confusion. “I have had some time alone with Dean, and I have decided I like him, He is mine now Michael, you will not harm him.”
“You like a human?” Michael seemed flabbergasted before his look went to angry. “What is this, Lucifer? Some sort of joke? You defied father because of humans, you caused me to cast you down because you thought them nothing better then dirt, in fact you thought higher of dirt then humans, and now you tell me you like him? I do not believe you!”
“Is it so hard to believe because he’s human or because he isn’t you?” Lucifer asked and let go of him. “Are you alright, Dean? I know Michael’s temper is not pleasant, I do hope he has not harmed you.”
“’M fine.” Dean shrugged and looked at Michael.
Michael’s shoulders were shaking and there was anger on his face like Dean had never seen before. He swallowed and watched at Lucifer locked eyes on Michael, gaze steady. Michael gripped Lucifer’s shirt and tightened his fist, almost ripping the fabric before releasing it, controlling himself once more.
“Also, I no longer wish to fight in this war Michael, I wish for peace. Go back to Heaven Michael, and take the angels with you. Leave the humans be and I will as well.” Lucifer shook his head. “Dean has… shown me things I do not think even he understands. I have changed because of him, I see things a little differently now. I still do not bow to humans, but I no longer see the thrill in destroying them, It’s over Michael.”
“No brother, you are wrong.” Michael took a step back, face unreadable. “It has only just begun.” And then he was gone, leaving Lucifer and Dean alone in the room, both with matching concerned looks. Dean didn’t want to think about what that meant, instead he turned his attention to Lucifer.
“You really mean that?” he asked and slid off the bed, walking over to the archangel-devil, rocking back on his heels a little awkwardly. “You won’t try and wipe out humanity?”
“Yes, Dean, I no longer wish to have hell on earth.” Lucifer spoke, but he looked distant. Dean sighed and leans into him a bit and closed his eyes. “Mmm, we should celebrate.”
“Oh, and what would that be?” Lucifer asked, raising an eyebrow. Dean just grinned and pulled him towards the bed. “Oh, I could think of a few things.” He licked his lips and fell backwards, pulling Lucifer with him.
The next few days went pretty smoothly, and things seemed to be okay. Both Gabriel and Lucifer had been on their best behaviour and even Bobby found it nice having Gabriel around to snap up food so he didn’t have to cook, and Lucifer proved intelligent to talk to, and probably helped Bobby with a few monsters he never even knew about. Castiel would work his way into those conversations as well, and everything was pretty calm.
Sam and Dean had found time to get closer, chatting over hunts – there seemed to be a surprising lack of them – and the weight lifted of the apocalypse that wasn’t. It took Sam a few days to really believe that Lucifer wasn't going to try and end the world, but once he did, they seemed to settle down more. Gabriel had tackled Lucifer into a coffee table – broke and then fixed – and Castiel had smiled, thanking Lucifer for his wise choice.
No one talked about the dream or the words Michael spoke.
Now that the weight of the Apocalypse was gone, the world seemed brighter. Dean had gone back to fixing some cars in Bobby’s yard, with Lucifer watching over him and even helping. Gabriel was still pulling tricks, but Castiel and Sam made sure they weren’t too deadly. Bobby was exploring his new legs, going for long walks and even working on a few cars of his own, while Castiel worked on getting his Grace back up to full strength, with the help of his brothers.
Of course, this happiness wasn’t meant to last.
Dean and Lucifer were out in the junkyard, Dean was giving his baby a tune up, chatting away to Lucifer, teaching him little things. Lucifer didn’t really understand half of it, and looked as little bored, but at least he was humouring him. Dean grinned when Lucifer would raise an eyebrow, or ask a perfect question, it showed him that he was paying attention to what Dean was saying, and maybe learning something. No way would he let the archangel near his baby, but this was… fun.
“Why are you teaching me these things?” Lucifer asked seriously and moved to sit on the seat of the open back door. Dean lifted his head from inside the hood and closed it, walking around. “I am not telling you to stop Dean; I just wish to know why.”
“Because, you're part of the family now, and I would teach Cas and Gabriel too, but they are Sam’s… what ever it is they are. You’re mine, so I’m teaching you.” He grinned and wiped sweat off his brow. “You don’t mind, do you? Because if you don’t want to, that’s cool too.”
“No, that is not it.” Lucifer shook his head and pulled Dean into his lap. “I am glad that you think enough of us to share this with me. Robert has told me that you doing this means something special. I wish to tell you Dean, that if I could take you to heaven, show you my home, before it was destroyed, I would.” Lucifer pulled him closer. “Dean, I believe we are in a relationship now, I think this has passed just intercourse a very long time ago, but neither of us have really said anything about it.”
“I… yeah, not good with this girly shit, but I agree, we are… does that make us boyfriends?” Dean snickered and grinned when Lucifer smiled. “But yeah, I agree with all that, that’s why I’m showing this to you man. Like Bobby said, I don’t just do this with anyone, so you better be paying attention, I’m going to test you.”
“Oh, is that so?” Lucifer raised an eyebrow and leaned up, capturing his lips in a kiss.
Dean returned it, moving so he was straddling Lucifer’s waist, hands on his shoulders, wrinkling the white button-down beneath them. He smirked when Lucifer let out a soft groan and pressed closer, deepening the kiss, moving his fingers to wind them in his hair, tugging the strands, drawing that moan he knew would come from it. Lucifer’s hand came up his back and pressed them flush together as he started to lean back, twisting a little before Dean caught himself on the door, a voice startling him.
“Lucifer…” The voice was cold, and Dean was gently moved to his feet as Lucifer stood to meet Michael.
He was standing there, sword out like he was ready to fight, and Dean had a sinking feeling he was. Lucifer stepped in front of him and moved closer to Michael, a frown on his face. Dean wanted to pull him back, to shove him in the house and barricade the door. He had a bad feeling about this, he knew something bad was going to happen and he didn’t know how to stop it.
“Michael, what are you doing here?” Lucifer asked, his body rigid, like he was ready for a fight.
“Father’s will, our fate, is for us to fight, and for me to kill you, there is no ending it brother, I am sorry.” Michael frowned a little. “I do love you Lucifer, but you betrayed father, betrayed me and now it is time for us to end this madness.”
“Michael, I do not wish to fight you, I do not wish for this brother, please; stop.” Lucifer took another step forward. “I have seen the error of my ways, I do not regret what I did, but I no longer wish to continue it.” Lucifer held out an arm. “Please, let's just stop this fighting, come inside and talk. Gabriel is there, as is Castiel, we could be a family again, Michael.”
Dean saw it before Michael spoke, saw the shift in Michael’s footing. “I’m sorry, little brother.” And Dean moved. He almost thought he wasn’t going to make it, and in a way he didn’t. Michael was fast and Dean was only able to move in front of Lucifer – there would be no way to move the archangel – before he was struck, and then there was pain. He cried out as he felt Michael’s blade pierce his chest.
Lucifer’s arms wrapped around him from behind, catching him as his legs gave out, his eyes wide and frightened, with anger flaring behind it. He heard Michael’s intake of breath as he looked down at Dean.
“H-He only wanted to be a family again you asshole.” Dean coughed and could taste blood on his tongue. “Be lucky you have that chance, be lucky you still have family left to be able to do… to do that.” Dean groaned, feeling the chill set in again, starting at his fingers and toes and working it’s way towards his chest; slowly. “Lu-Luce still cares about you… even if he’s with… with me…”
“De…Lu…” Michael took a step back, frowning heavily before disappearing in the flutter of wings and feathers.
Lucifer moved Dean into his lap as he pulled Michael’s sword from his chest and placed a hand over the wound, sealing it, but it was already too late, Dean could feel it. He could feel death sneaking up on him, he wasn’t going to last… this sucked. Of all the way he pictured himself biting it, protecting the devil and getting an angelic blade to the chest, that wasn’t one of them.
“Shut up Dean, you’re not dying, not if I have any say in it.” Lucifer cursed and gripped him tighter. “Dean, I can save you…”
“DEAN!” There was the sound of gravel and then Sam was dropping in front of Lucifer as he held Dean close to his chest. “What the hell happened Lucifer, what’s going on?”
“Michael… he was going to kill me and Dean… he got in the way…” Lucifer cursed and pulled Dean closer, but Dean was starting to get numb, the pain was ebbing away. “Dean, Dean I can save you, please, please let me save you.”
“Just do it!” Sam snapped and then there was a hand on his shoulder.
“He has to get Dean’s permission for what he wants to do Sam.” Gabriel whispered, suddenly there, and squeezed Sam’s shoulder. “If it’s what I think it is, Lucifer you are going to have to hurry, he doesn’t have much time left.”
Dean coughed again, more blood but at least there was no pain with it. Instead he felt warmth, a tiny bit of warmth as Lucifer clung tighter to him, and he was pretty sure he was crying, or close to it. Dean couldn’t help thinking how pretty Lucifer would be when he cried, it would just flow down his cheeks, and he wouldn’t shake or make a sound, and his eyes would get glossy and watery.
“Dean, to save you I have to mate with you, bind your soul to my Grace, so that I can stop you from dying. It is not a normal mating, this one would give me full control over you, where as normal matting would allow you to be the boss.” Dean really didn’t comprehend what Lucifer was saying, everything was getting fuzzy again. “Dean, you have to allow me in for this, please, you have to say yes.”
“Mmm, you’ve always been in control Luce, no one else has ever… only you…” Dean closed his eyes, shivering now with the cold. He knew that he was going to die, what ever Lucifer was going to do, it was too late. “Yes Lucifer… will always be yes…”
And then there was a burning-bright light, someone hot on his back, between his shoulder-blades, and then there was nothing.
Dean didn’t expect to wake up, but when he did he was humming, well, he wasn’t; something inside him was. He blinked, opening his eyes to see chest, bare chest. There was a hand around him, holding him close and protective, a hand on his back, and that’s where the humming was coming from. He shivered and pressed into it, an explosion of worry, relief and love smashing into his senses, causing him to see black.
He felt the body shift beside him and was met with soft blue eyes.
Dean opened his mouth to speak but lips pressing roughly against his cut him off. He mmphed as Lucifer kissed him roughly, possessively, pushing Dean onto his back ad he settled down on his hips. Dean kissed back, gripping at his shirt and trying to press himself against the other man-angel-devil but a hand to his chest held him down. He stared up at Lucifer, eyes a little worried but Lucifer’s face was emotionless.
Dean swallowed, a little worried before groaning as Lucifer ground down against him. He tightened his hands in Lucifer’s shirt as the kisses moved to his chin - bruising bites that should have hurt more then they did – and down his throat. He moaned again as Lucifer ground down against him, harder, leaving long pauses before doing it again. Lucifer would just keep his interest peaked, grinding against him before stalling, letting him settle before doing it again.
“Never - ” Lucifer bit down hard on Dean’s pulse point, a groan of pain and pleasure slipping past his lips. “ - do - ” another bite, just as harder just under his ear. “ - that - ” a third bite, this time at the hollow of his throat. “ - again.” The bite was to his collarbone this time and Dean arched, or tried to, but he hand on his chest was still there, keeping him against the mattress, and Lucifer growled.
Dean panted and moved his fingers to Lucifer’s hair, tugging. “Luce, I - ” he moaned as Lucifer ground against him again, rough this time, more raw and Dean needed their clothing gone; now. “ - I’m sorry, I didn’t… he was gonna - ” He cried out when Lucifer’s teeth found his left nipple, biting and sucking and it hurt but a cool tongue lapped at the throbbing nub, sending darts of pain-pleasure right after, making his head spin. “Fuck, Luce, nng…”
Dean cried out again as Lucifer continued to assault his nipple, biting down hard, almost hard enough to draw blood, before salving it with his cold tongue and saliva. It was too much, his brain was starting to short-circuit, something in him was snapping. He was overwhelmed by the feeling and part of him wanted to shove Lucifer off, while the other half wanted to pull him closer.
“You are mine.” Lucifer growled and moved across to his right nipple, delivering the same treatment. And I am never going to let you go, do you hear me Dean Winchester? You ever pull a stunt like that again and I will kill you myself.
Dean arched his back and gripped at Lucifer’s hair, whimpering. Lucifer was no longer talking in words, but in his mind and he didn’t know how he could hear it, or how he was doing it, but he could feel the worry, the pain that Lucifer had felt when Dean had been stabbed; when he’d thought he’d died and he felt foolish. He cried out again, shaking as Lucifer sucked roughly at the hardened, abused nub.
I almost lost you, I came so close to losing everything that has kept me how I am, reminded me of who I was…what I gained...
Dean felt his eyes water and he cursed himself for such girly actions, but he could feel Lucifer’s distress, could feel his sadness, his desperation to never let Dean get that close to death again. He gripped the hair tighter and closed his eyes tightly, letting the tears roll off the side of his eyes and into his hair as Lucifer worked his kisses down Dean’s stomach, sucking red-black hickey’s into his skin.
“H-How can… Lucifer, nng, a-ah, I’m sorry…” Dean arched and cried out when he felt Lucifer slip two lubed fingers into him, twisting his wrist and scissoring them mercilessly. “Lucifer!” Dean pressed back against them, eyes wide as Lucifer bit the inside of his thighs.
“We are bonded now Dean, your soul to my Grace. I didn’t mate with you, I couldn’t, you would have died. But now you are mine, when you die your soul will come to me, I control the fate of your soul, and I am not ready to let you go yet.” Lucifer explained and Dean writhed as Luce slipped in a third finger, not leaving him time to adjust. “You are mine in every sense of the word now Dean, I can feel you as you can feel me. I can speak to you in your mind, as you can speak to me in mine, no matter how far away we are.”
Dean gripped the sheets as Lucifer spread his fingers wide, twisting and hooking them and fuck, he was going to be sore for a week after this.
“I can feel where you are, even with those sigils on your ribs, and you no longer have the will to say no to me. It would have been the other way around if we had mated, but in binding you to me I have all the control.” Lucifer slipped his fingers out and Dean fell a little, panting as he tried to get his brain to focus, but then Lucifer was thrusting into him, bottoming out with one go. Dean’s mouth fell open and he scrambled to grip at Lucifer’s back, only to be lifted into his lap. “If I tell you not to come, you will not come.” He whispered.
Dean cried out as Lucifer once again gave him no time to adjust, thrusting up into him hard and fast. Dean gripped at his back and shoulders and arms, trying to get some bearing as Lucifer pounded into him. He was reduced to babbling incoherently as Lucifer worked on destroying him in ways Dean hadn’t known were possible.
“You are never, ever going to do that again Dean.” Lucifer pressed his face to Dean’s neck. “Don’t do that to me, please.” He whispered.
It was the first time Dean had ever heard Lucifer to raw, so open so vulnerable. It tore at him and only caused the tears that had stopped to restart again. He gripped at Lucifer’s arms as he continued to thrust into him relentlessly, trying to find a way to comfort him, to promise that he wasn’t going anywhere, that he’d never do it again.
He couldn’t get the words out though, not with Lucifer doing this and soon the room was filled with his cries as he came; hard. He gripped at Lucifer’s back as Lucifer continued to thrust up into him before the archangel cried out in his ear, coming as well. Dean felt heat fill him and moaned, pressing back against Lucifer before slumping completely against him, panting.
“I’m… I’m sorry Lucifer; he was going to kill you… I couldn’t…” Dean forced out breathlessly and closed his eyes. “I didn’t want to lose you either.” He closed his eyes tightly and clung to Lucifer, unable to stop the stupid words from leaving his mouth. “I love you.”
There was silence in the room and for a second Dean thought he’d ruined everything, and then Lucifer was kissing him again, softer this time. Dean kissed back, just as softly as he was lower to the bed, Lucifer still hovering over him. A hand slid up his side, grabbing one of his and settling over his heart, fingers intertwined in a moment of something Dean wouldn’t label.
“I love you too Dean.” Lucifer whispered against his lips before turning the kiss into something passionate, needy. Dean kissed back with as much earnest as he could, dragging Lucifer on top of him completely, needing to be as close to him as possible. “Father knows why, but I do.” He spoke again after breaking the kiss.
Dean couldn’t help but smile.
Dean glared at Sam as he sat in his chair, smug and grinning like he owned the world, Gabriel in his lap looking just as amused, while Castiel tried to at least act polite – not that it was working.
Dean hurt, badly and Lucifer – the bastard – refused to take it away. His chin, neck, chest, stomach and thighs were covered in hickeys and bite-marks and his ass hurt like a bitch. He walked into the room as slow and deliberately as he could, Lucifer following behind him incase he stumbled, and Dean could feel how smug and delighted he felt.
Bastard. Dean repeated, to Lucifer this time.
Mm, careful or I might leave you that way all week. Lucifer responded, wrapping an arm around his waist before sitting on the couch, tugging Dean into his lap.
Dean grumbled and tilted his head back to glare, effectively showing of any marks on his neck… and there was laughter and then a thud and Dean tilted his head back down to see Gabriel on the floor. If Dean had awesome smiting powers, he’d be smiting Gabriel into next year by now… slowly and painfully. He thought of asking Lucifer to do it for him, but he didn’t think that talk would go over well.
Eventually Gabriel regained himself and moved back to Sam’s lap, grinning up at him before kissing him. Dean looked away because as much as he’d come to accept his little brother’s threesome, he did not want to see his brother macking lips with the archangel. He made a face as Gabriel groaned – Bobby was probably wishing he’d never agreed to this – but was soon distracted by a pair of lips of his own.
Dean grinned into the kiss, ignoring the pain in his ass as he shifted so he was straddling Lucifer’s hips. Lucifer slid his hands up to his back, pulling him closer and Dean allowed him. He smirked when he swallowed a moan Lucifer let loose as he tugged at the archangel-devil’s hair. He could hear Bobby mumbling to himself as he left the room and Dean only had a few moments to feel sorry for him before he was flipped, back on the couch with Lucifer between his legs, kissing down his chin to rest against his pulse point.
“L-Luce, not in here, as much as I’d love to rattle Sammy, I’d rather not have Bobby after me for ruining his couch.” He chuckled and placed a hand on Lucifer’s back, his other hand tugging at his hair once again.
“Then stop doing that.” Lucifer growled playfully and Dean could feel the rumble against his chest. Dean smiled and placed his hand on Lucifer’s back before frowning a little. He hadn’t seen Rumble since he’d gotten stabbed in the chest. “What’s wrong?” Lucifer must has senses his unease.
“Rumble, I haven’t seen him… have you?” Dean pushed up a bit, Lucifer moving a bit unwillingly. “She’s always been by my side, always.” Dean frowns and looks around. “Rumble?” Dean had grown unnaturally attached to the kitten, he felt like his father almost, and he’d made sure to take good care of him, always showing him affection, so the fact he wasn’t here demanding it unsettled him.
“Loyal beings, cats.” A voice spoke in the room. “Everyone thinks dogs are the loyal type, but cats are even more loyal. They are also self sufficient, and care for themselves. Love them, make sure they have some food and water and they can take care of the rest.” Dean’s head whipped around to see Raphael in the middle of the room, holding a lump of fur in his hand… Dean’s stomach dropped. “Humans are like dogs, needy and pathetic and they think they have the upper hand, but they grovel and break much easier then cats.”
“What did you do to her?” Dean growled and Lucifer tugged him into his chest to keep him from doing something stupid.
Raphael chuckled and stepped forward, dropping the kitten into his lap. Dean quickly lifted her, checking over her limp form but he could already tell that she was dead. “That’s the pity about loyal creatures, if they become loyal to the wrong person.” He turned to look at Castiel. “It may become necessary to remove them.” His attention was then back on Lucifer and Dean. “I had thought when Michael fled, that he was on temporary leave after having to kill his beloved little brother, and instead I find you here, perfectly alright, indulging with humans.”
“What happened to you, Raphael?” Lucifer asked in barely a whisper, gripping Dean tighter. “The brother I knew would have cherished that life; not ended it.”
“The brother you knew died the day you defied our father, the day you took up arms against your brothers, and forced me to do the same.” He responded and clasped his hands behind his back. “Seeing as how things aren’t exactly how I pictured them to be, I’m going to have to make a little adjustment to my plan.”
“What plan?” Dean spat, shaking with anger as he clutched the lifeless kitten to his chest as he leaned into Lucifer. He wanted to rip out his throat, wanted to hurt him, make him pay. He hadn’t known just how attached he’d been to this kitten until now.
“Raphael…” It was Gabriel’s turn now; he sounded hurt and confused. “What is going on, what are you planning…”
“I will deal with you in due time, traitor.” Raphael spat and Dean turned to see Gabriel recoil, like he’d been slapped, into Sam, head bowed. He saw Sam grip him tightly, glaring at Raphael with venom he’d only ever reserved for Gordon. “And don’t think I’ve forgotten you, Castiel. I have something special planned for you.”
“You won’t touch him.” Both Gabriel and Sam snapped at the same time and Dean heard Gabriel scramble to drag Castiel close, protectively. Raphael only chuckled and turned his attention once again back to Lucifer and Dean.
“Just remember, you all brought this upon yourself. If Lucifer would have died like he was supposed to, this never would have happened.” Raphael raised a hand and the room filled with a bright light. He heard Lucifer yell, and Gabriel echo it, and for a second he thought they were being hurt, but then he realised they were telling Raphael to stop.
Dean flinched back into Lucifer as the light became almost unbearable, a high-screeching sound filling his ears. He moved his hand to cover them, Rumble’s dead body tumbling to his lap. He opened his eyes to make sure she was okay – knowing full well that it didn’t matter – but screamed as he light burned at his eyes, shutting them instantly again.
And then there was just… nothing.
