#and gabriel/ruby could be taunting him about it

[lawboymagicshow]

season 3 Sam being like I actually don't have demon powers anymore is such a missed opportunity.

I think he should have straight up lying.

Like my brother is going to die and go to hell and I'm gonna let him die thinking that he fixed me and that I am normal.

[elpida]

💍 (for eris. BUT LISTEN: her finding it during their time in Alexandria 😏)

Eris and Emily were the one thing here that'd clicked instantly. There was no greater moment than Eris, standing back at those gates, she'd waited behind Rick and Michonne, hung back just so she had chance to really look at her girl, to adore her visually, to see her.. and Eris had looked like hell, it'd been a long journey. She wouldn't admit how tired she was, how her feet ached, how she craved a shower that day, but she dropped down to her knees when that little girl ran at her and was so ready to catch her and hold on to her like she'd never be prepared to let her go again. It was plain to see how much Emily adored her Mother, Ma as she said. Emily had wanted to show her everything, hold her hand and guide her around all of Alexandria.

The way she introduced herself to Judith was very different, she did not crouch to her knees, she instead offered her hand and treated Judith more like an adult. "Eris Amorello, you must be Judith Grimes? It is nice to meet you, Judith." in some way, she just knew she wanted to be treated with more maturity. Then there was Steve... seeing him gave her dread and he.. well he did not run and hug her, he simply patted her arm and that was that. That was that... for that moment, she knew it wouldn't be it.

Settling in however, was not as easy as she imagined it'd be. Eris found herself to be restless, constantly waiting for a call to action and she didn't know how to tell Rick that.. adjusting from not being at the CRM wasn't exactly... coming easily. She wanted to be constantly guarding that wall. There should be more people guarding it, clearing walkers, making sure- it was constant and wouldn't leave her. What Eris had done though, was make a hell of an impression at being capable.. the first day here and she didn't lounge around merrily and rest, she went out there, weapons at the ready, prepared to keep this community safe and prove herself. She wanted no excuse to be left alone with Steve. Steve that'd already started with hushed remarks and taunts, pulls of her wrist or arm when nobody was looking. He wanted to remind her that when it came to him, he had control in front of their daughter. He noticeably didn't speak to her kindly either.

She was restless again tonight, enough that she got up, checked Emily was fast asleep and when she reached for a jacket, she took Ricks by accident. It was a simple mistake she reached into the pocket and found the box, it felt vintage and couldn't help but open the velvet container and... her heart swelled seeing the ring. It was so simple, yet perfectly her. A ruby, his fiery girl, surrounded b delicate gold, this... well it had to be for her right? Did that mean? Suddenly her heart was pounding. He was serious. He wanted to marry her. He... what if it was for Michonne? What if it wasn't for her at all? Eris pulled the jacket off and put it back, like she'd never known and rather than grab hers she just left with her heart thumping her ribcage.

There was a spot on the wall she favoured, not by the main gate, it was quiet to the back, you could see a whole horizon of stars, that's why she liked it up on that little watch tower, looking out, it felt freeing. She kept pacing, arms around herself because she hadn't actually realised how cold it was, or even that she was shivering after pacing for an hour. Back and fourth, the same thoughts. If it was for her... if Rick wanted her to be his wife, Steve wasn't going to have that. It'd be too out of his control, and what about the place? What if these people decided she was too much? She knew she could be full on, direct... despite how brazen she was, she liked a few of them. Carol made her laugh. Daryl, she appreciated his few words approach. She didn't like Gabriel, or at least she'd said that the idea of what he preached was 'fucking ridiculous' in their day and age. What if those people, didn't want Rick taking her as a wife? Then again, hadn't they welcomed Emily so openly? They'd taken care of her like their own so... so would she be different? Her teeth chattered together with the cold. Eris Amorello Grimes. She kept thinking it, maybe that.. maybe just Eris Grimes, wife. She'd simply be his wife.

[bluesclves]

Supernatural and the Seven Deadly Sins

So like everyone supposedly has a hubris which is their weakness. It represents one of the seven deadly sins and will be their downfall. Here's how I think they're represented.

Pride - Lucifer

Envy - Gabriel

Gluttony - Dean

Wrath - Sam

Sloth - Michael

Greed - Raphael (or Crowley)

Lust - Castiel

Now, hear me out.

Lucifer and pride is pretty obvious, but let me explain my reasoning anyways. Literally every time he's been thwarted, it's because he underestimated his opponent and overestimated himself. He though he could keep Sam under wraps at Stull, but didn't count on Dean showing up. To him, Dean was an inconsequential ant, not worthy of worrying about, and Sam could of course, never overcome his mental prowess. He was wrong, and he got thrown back in the pit for it. He thought he could take on Amara alone, and paid the price for that. He thought he could run away with his son, that jack wouldn't care about humans enough to stay behind when he could spend eternity reenacting star wars with his dad, and once again, he underestimated who he's dealing with. And it lead to his death when he finally gave up and said "I don't need anyone anyways" and made his unsuccessful bid for power.

Gabriel and Envy. Gabe always wanted to be like someone else. He learned tricks and praks from Lucifer, then he left, and he latched onto Loki. And when Loki betrayed him he was so lost he didn't know who to be or what to do with himself. He couldn't move on from Loki, that was his whole life, so he had to kill Loki before he could try to be someone else. And he did, he succeeded in killing Loki, but he needed help to do it. So he emulated the people who saved him and helped him. he tried to be like Sam & Dean & Cass, and got himself killed in a reckless attempt to save everyone.

Dean and Gluttony. This Winchester takes things in excess. He loves his food, sex, hunting, everything in large quantities. Up to and including punishment. He couldn't live with Sam's death, so he punished himself by selling his soul to hell. He fabricated a memory in his mind to make himself believe that Cass staying in Purgatory was his fault. Abaddon's release wasn't his fault, but he took responsibility for it and took on the mark alone to fix it. He couldn't let Sam stay in the cage, he couldn't let Sam stay soulless, he couldn't let Sam complete the demon trials... He can't let go of anything he has and he keeps finding new ways to punish himself because he can't ever feel like he's done enough to atone for his sins. It's why he never backs down from a fight, he taunts his enemies, he has a need to be punished that was bred into him long before he even went to hell.

Sam and Wrath. Sam has a temper. When things don't go his way, he gets angry, and he takes it out on himself and everyone around him. He thinks he's the only one that can solve his problems most of the time, and he lashes out at anyone who tries to take that burden from him. He lashes out at Dean for selling his soul to save him, lashes out at Ruby for trying to make him stronger, lashes out at Dean and Bobby when they try to give him his soul back. His first answer isn't always violence, but it's always confrontational in some way.

Michael and sloth. He fails to act when it's most important to. He does nothing to stop Lucifer from being corrupted, does nothing to to stop him from falling, does nothing to stop himself when his father gives the order to cast Lucifer into hell. He even does nothing when it comes to the day he has to kill his brother, and he's conscientious enough to know he doesn't want to, but he still follows Father's orders because it's easy. He drove himself insane in the cage, and the consequences of his actions drove him mad in the alternate universe. He always realises too late that he could have changed things if he'd only made his own decisions.

Raphael and Greed. They wanted too much. They wanted heaven, and hell, and Michael, and Lucifer. They spread themselves too thin, trying to collect more power so they could have everything, and ended up losing it all. (Crowley also fits this mold.)

Castiel and Lust. He's always been attracted to things that pique his curiosity. His relationship with Dean was meant to be purely business, but he kept coming back whenever Dean called, not because he was under any obligation to, but because Dean was new and interesting and Castiel was curious. Lust is really about indulging yourself in things you know you shouldn't, and Castiel lusted for many things, from humanity to power to godhood, and he's died for it many times. His curiosity is insatiable, manifesting itself in all the iconic and quirky questions we love him for.

[mittensmorgul]

This talk of the early seasons gives me another question: do you think the demons were trying to break John in hell? Like, were they trying to break the first seal with John a couple years before Dean? Or do you think breaking Dean was the original plan all along? (I'm aware the writers wouldn't have known about the seals while writing John being in hell seasons 1/2. I'm concerned about the Watsonian perspective here.) Thanks for your wisdom btw, I love your perspective on this stuff 😬

Hi there! First off, thanks! I do my best, and I’m glad you’re enjoying it :D

Second, wheee! Watsonian perspective is what I care most about, so I’ll stick to that. Well, mostly… the one thing I feel I do need to bring up is the timeline of s2, which I would suggest falls roughly over the span of time during which it airs– that’s to say that 2.01 (where John dies) and 2.22 (where John pops out of Hell and gives the assist in killing Azazel) are approximately eight to eleven months apart, depending on which theory of the timeline you subscribe to.

We know that 2.22 takes place immediately after the events of 2.21, which we have a concrete date for– Dean sells his soul on May 2, 2007. According to the Superwiki, John was killed by Azazel on July 19, 2006, but that’s a guess based on the date listed on the heart monitor of the girl who dies in the hospital in 2.01. And we all know how… timey-wimey those sorts of props can be, and I’m uncomfortable making definitive timeline estimates based on just those things. But for the purposes of this post, we’ll assume the range of potential timeline for 2.01 runs between late July and late September 2006 (since 2.01 aired on September 28, 2006, and often without other concrete dates, we assume canon runs approximately parallel to our real time).

So, John was in Hell for somewhere between 8 and 10 months, approximately, of canon standard time. But what do we really know about that time he spent in Hell?

We know DEAN’S experience in Hell, where he was being specifically worked over to the point of breaking. We know that his four months (actually more like four and a half– from May 2, 2008 through his resurrection date of September 18, 2008), but that it actually felt more like 40 years to him.

I need to stress this specifically, because the fandom assumption has always been “well, this is just what time is like uniformly throughout Hell, and not a targeted, concentrated experience catered specifically to accelerating Dean’s progression to surrender and pick up the blade himself, in fulfillment of the prophecy.”

I… always assumed that Dean’s experience was unique in Hell, and that– based on every other glimpse we’ve seen of Hell– Time runs… pretty much like normal Earth time there. Think of Crowley’s meeting with Cas in 6.20, in Hell’s waiting line. Or 11.09-11.10 (where we see more of Hell than ever before– both Crowley’s “dining room” there, several passageways, and the “stage cage” in Limbo), where time in Hell parallels exactly the characters who are still on Earth. While waiting for Dean and then Cas to arrive, for example, Sam only spends about half an hour with Lucifer in the cage alone, and Crowley and Rowena only spend the same amount of in-show time there as it takes for Dean and Cas to arrive, respectively. Finally, we have 8.19, wherein we know Sam had exactly 24 hours to break into Hell, retrieve Bobby, and escape to be picked up by the reaper who never arrived because Crowley was killed. Sam’s time “in Hell” exactly paralleled Dean’s time on Earth, as well as “purgatory time,” which we know runs approximately parallel to Earth Time after Dean spent “about a year” there.

So the logical conclusion is that “Hell Time” is malleable, but that Dean’s experience there was… unique. According to the prophecy they were ALL trying to bring about, Dean was put on the Break-The-Righteous-Man-Speed-Run plan. And I do believe this was a highly specific circumstance, and that Dean’s “Hell Time Dilation” was specific to his time in Hell, and not a universal blanket statement on how time works in Hell in general.

So… I postulate that John only spent those 8-10 months in “normal time” in Hell. And despite Alastair’s taunts in 4.16:

Alastair: John Winchester. Made a good name for himself. A hundred years. After each session, I’d make him the same offer I made you. I’d put down my blade if he picked one up.Dean: Just give me the demon’s name, Alastair.Alastair: But he said nein each and every time. Oh, damned if I couldn’t break him. Pulled out all the stops, but John, he was, well, made of something unique. The stuff of heroes. And then came Dean. Dean Winchester. I thought I was up against it again. But daddy’s little girl, he broke. He broke in thirty. Oh, just not the man your daddy wanted you to be, huh, Dean?

Because JOHN WAS NEVER THE ONE THAT NEEDED TO BREAK. But Alastair was intimately familiar with Dean’s experience, intimately familiar with how to HURT DEAN SPECIFICALLY, and this was an excellent try. But John… was NEVER the righteous man who needed to break, according to the prophecy. It ALWAYS had to be Dean. So… why would John have been tortured that way?

Not to mention, if John HAD been literally strapped to Alastair’s table, tortured constantly for his entire time in Hell, then how the heck did he manage to sneak out the Hellgate in 2.22? Like… think about it for a second.

The demons who escaped were essentially “in the right place at the right time,” because the one demon Azazel was trying to let out– which we won’t learn until 4.22– was Lilith.

We assume that the other demons who managed to sneak through before the gates were slammed shut happened to be Lilith-adjacent– such as Ruby (who knew Lilith’s whole plan from the start), and other demons who were already loyal to Lilith (such as Casey from 3.04, and Tammi from 3.09, and eventually all the demons Lilith surrounded herself with in 3.12 and 3.16).

And yet… out strolled John Winchester. Because Hell literally didn’t need him anymore. Dean had already made his deal. The clock was ticking on the guy they ACTUALLY needed. And heck if that doesn’t parallel exactly what Zachariah said to Adam in 5.18:

ZACHARIAH: Hey, don’t get me wrong. You’ve been a hell of a sport, really. Good stuff. But the thing is, you’re not so much the “chosen one” as you are…a clammy scrap of bait.ADAM: No…but what about the stuff that you said? I’m supposed to fight the devil.ZACHARIAH: Mmm, not so much. Hey, if it’s any consolation, you happen to be the illegitimate half-brother of the guy we do care about. That’s not bad, is it?ADAM: So you lied…about everything.ZACHARIAH: We didn’t lie. We just avoided certain truths to manipulate you. 

Because that’s the thing with this show– Heaven and Hell are pretty much the same. Sam goals, same methods, same objectives, just with a different set of aesthetics, a different interior decorator if you will.

If John had actually been tortured the way Alastair claimed in 4.16, would he have just been at liberty to conveniently stroll through the gate in 2.22? Would he have even been able to leave at all? Would he have looked so fresh as a daisy? I mean

Looks pretty good for a dude just strolled outta hell, you know? Not even the least bit demon-y, right? And we know it takes a heck of a lot less time than a century for a human soul to be demonized in Hell… So everything else– aside from Alastair’s statement to Dean in 4.16, which was a deliberately targeted barb specifically said to make Dean doubt himself while he was actively torturing the demon who’d tortured HIM for four decades and therefore HIGHLY suspect in context of the rest of canon– would suggest that John had been basically stashed in Hell’s Cold Storage for about 8 months while the demons were meticulously arranging circumstances on Earth to set up the events of 2.21-2.22, luring Dean into selling his soul for Sam, and Azazel getting the Devil’s Gate opened to let Lilith escape.

Because strangely enough, I believe the Crossroads Demon in 2.08 more than I trust Alastair in 4.16:

DEAN: Can you bring him back? My dad?DEMON: Of course I can. Just as he was. Your dad would live a long and natural life, like he was meant to. That’s a promise.DEAN: What about me?DEMON: I could give you ten years. Ten long good years with him. That’s a lifetime. The family can be together again. John, Dean, Sammy. The Winchester boys all reunited. (she advances towards him) Look. Your dad’s supposed to be alive. You’re supposed to be dead. So we’ll just set things straight, put things back in their natural order. And you get ten extra years on top. That’s a bonus.

John was never the one they actually wanted. John was never going to work as the Righteous Man, or as Michael’s True Vessel for the purposes of the specific prophecies of the Apocalypse. As Gabriel once said in 5.08:

GABRIEL: You sorry sons of bitches. Why do you think you two are the vessels? Think about it. Michael, the big brother, loyal to an absent father, and Lucifer, the little brother, rebellious of Daddy’s plan. You were born to this, boys. It’s your destiny! It was always you! As it is in heaven, so it must be on earth. One brother has to kill the other.DEAN: What the hell are you saying?GABRIEL: Why do you think I’ve always taken such an interest in you? Because from the moment Dad flipped on the lights around here, we knew it was all gonna end with you. Always.

So… no, I think John’s tenure in Hell was probably a boring (compared to Dean’s) few months spent adjacent to Lilith so she could keep an eye on him in case Dean did take some sort of demon deal to trade his life back for John’s before they were scheduled to.

And finally, a bit of a Doylist justification for all of that: I don’t think any of this was planned back when s2 was being written. I don’t think they’d considered the later retcon of s4 and Dean’s “forty years” in Hell while writing s2. I don’t think they’d thought any of this was part of some larger prophecy of the Apocalypse yet. None of that came about until 4.01, because there had NEVER been any intent to introduce Angels or Heaven into the cosmology of that universe until that point anyway. So… they made the most out of what they had already stated canonically, and left it to us to make the most sense out of it. And this ^^ is my best, least plot-holey, most canon-compliant theory based on the entirety of canon. :)

[casgirlwrites]

Till The Very End - Destiel AU

So I got an anonymous request a long long long while back to write some kid!Dean and kid!Cas AU and I kinda got carried away and this happened. I hope you like it!! Also this is my first piece after my long hiatus so any feedback is appreciated ❤️

Thank you so much for being patient with me!

“Why are your clothes so torn?”


“They’re so big on you. Don’t you have better clothes?”

“You’re so ugly. Look how nice my clothes are!”

Three year old Dean Winchester sniffled, trying to hold back tears, as the other kids from his daycare taunted him. They were all laughing at his oversized flannel and his ripped shoes. Suddenly, a big kid pushed him so hard that he fell back and hit his head on the ground and that’s when the tears started to flow and Dean started sobbing. The other kids just laughed until a voice cried out,

“Hey get away from him!”

A small boy stood between Dean and the other kids and he spoke with such a fervour that the other kids slowly left the area after casting Dean a few taunting looks.

The boy turned to Dean and spoke up in a shy voice, “Hey don’t cry. I can share my toys with you.”

Dean hesitated but the small, blue-eyed kid came and sat on the ground next to him and gently pushed a firetruck onto Dean’s hands. Dean smiled a little and wiped the tears from his face.

“My name is Castiel.” The blue-eyed kid offered him his hand. “Castiel Novak.”

Despite having stood up to a large number of kids, Castiel looked shy and timid as he smiled at Dean.

Dean’s smile grew wider as he shook Castiel’s hand. “I’m Dean Winchester!”

The two kids - one blue-eyed and shy and the other  green-eyed and goofy - spent the whole day playing with each other and sharing stories about their family. When it was time to go home, the two boys hugged each other tight.

Dean stuck out his pinky. “Cas I promise that we’ll be best friends forever.”

“Yes we will!” Cas exclaimed as he hooked Dean’s pinky finger with his own. “Till the very end.”

“Daddy! I met a beautiful boy today! We played together and he’s really fun.” Three year old Castiel Novak gushed about his day at preschool to his father, Chuck.

“That’s really nice Cas.”

Castiel’s face instantly fell when he realised that his father wasn’t paying attention to him and that he had zoned out again.

“Tell me about him Cassie! What’s this boy’s name?” His elder brother Gabriel tackled him from behind and tickled Cas till he was out of breath.

“Stop Gabe.” Castiel got his words out in between his giggles. “How can I talk when you keep tickling me?”

Gabriel was six years old but he was mature for his age - the result of having an absentminded father.

“His name is Dean Winchester,” said Cas as a slight blush crept up his cheeks. “Other kids were telling bad things to him and he was sad so I went and shared my toys with him.”

Gabriel’s heart warmed for this kid he hardly knew. He couldn’t bear to think about Castiel being bullied.

“He has a younger brother who’s a baby called Sammy and Dean really loves his Sammy.” Castiel was still talking. “His mommy went to heaven just like ours but his dad doesn’t work much so he doesn’t have a lot of money.” 

 Castiel’s face grew sad and Gabriel was unsure on how to comfort him but Castiel was talking again,

“He asked me if I wanted to come to his house one day and play with Sammy. Can I go Gabe? Please?”

Castiel’s big earnest eyes which were directed at Gabriel broke the latter’s heart. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to take Cas all the way over to someone else’s house and he also knew that their dad wouldn’t drive them anywhere. But he could never bring himself to say no to Castiel.

“Sure Cassie! I have lots of homework today but we’ll definitely go to his house one day.”

Castiel let out a yelp of joy and sprang into Gabriel’s arms and hugged his older brother tight and whispered, “You’re the best Gabe.”

Gabriel hugged Cas back but he was heartbroken. He knew that Castiel will not be going to Dean Winchester’s house any time soon.

“Dean! You’ve got paint all over your face!” Castiel giggled at the sight of Dean Winchester covered in pink paint.

Dean leaned over and smudged the paint on Castiel’s face. “Boop! You’ve got a pink nose.”

Both the boys soon doubled over in laughter but a sudden reprimand from their third grade teacher, Ms. Ellen, caused them to control their giggles.

“Sammy really wants to meet you, Cas,” Dean whispered under his breath.

“I really do want to come to your house Dean but my dad’s very busy and my brother keeps telling me that he has homework.” Castiel lips turned down in sadness as he hoped that Dean would not be mad at him.

“I’ll never be mad at you Cas!” It was like Dean had read his mind. “Even I don’t have anyone to drive me to your house. But we’ll definitely meet up one day.”

Dean smiled brightly at Cas and Cas couldn’t help but notice how cute the freckles at the bridge of his nose were. Castiel smiled back offered Dean his pinky.

“Dean, I pinky promise that I’ll come to your house one day.”

Dean hooked his pinky to Cas’. “I’ll be waiting Cas.”

Cas and Dean went to the same high school. It was only in their Freshman year that Cas got an opportunity to go to Dean’s house. Gabriel was old enough to drive Castiel to Dean’s house and the latter spent the whole time in a frenzied happiness. Gabriel smiled at the excited Castiel through his dashboard mirror.

Dean opened the door seconds after Cas had knocked on it. Both boys hugged each other and let out a happy laugh. Dean hugged Gabriel too and thanked him for driving Cas to his house.

“I’ve heard a lot about you Dean. You’re a really good kid.” Gabriel told an excited Dean as Cas turned a deep red.

“Thanks Gabriel! You’re an amazing older brother. Cas loves you.” Dean grinned up at the older Novak. 

Gabriel’s heart warmed as he hugged Cas goodbye and told him that he’ll pick him up the next day.

“Bye Gabriel!” Both the boys waved at him from the front porch till he pulled the car out of the driveway.

As soon as Gabriel’s car was out of sight, Dean gently tugged Cas towards his house. “Come on Cas! I want you to meet Sammy.”

Sam Winchester was as excited to meet Castiel as Cas was to meet him.

“Dean doesn’t stop talking about you! He thinks you’re really funny and cute and smart!” Sam gushed out as he hugged Castiel.

“Sammy!” Dean protested as he playfully punched Sam and ruffled his hair.

“I think your brother is equally funny and cute and smart, Sam,” said Cas with an amused look on his face. “He’s my best friend.”

Sam and Dean’s dad was nowhere to be found but the boys convinced Sam that he disappears sometimes and that it’s nothing to worry about.

“Can we watch Star Wars, Dean?” Sam begged his older brother. “Please?”

“Sure Sammy,” Dean said as he looked at his younger brother with adoration.

Sam let out a whoop of joy and rushed off to make some popcorn.

“Dean, Ms. Ruby wanted me to talk to you about your grades.” Cas broached the subject slowly. “I can help you study.”

Dean’s grades were falling pretty badly and Dean didn’t know how to explain to Cas that it was because of his father abusing him at home and never being there to help him or Sam with anything. He decided that he’ll tell Cas when the time comes but for now they should enjoy the day.

“Don’t worry about it Cas. I’ll take care of it.”

“Okay.” Cas realised that there was something that Dean wasn’t telling him but he decided not to poke at it. Dean would tell him when he was ready.

Sam was the first to fall asleep on the couch and Dean and Cas were up through the entire movie. They soon started talking about school and about how they were going to be sophomores soon.

“We might even have girlfriends next year Cas!” Dean exclaimed with a huge grin.

Cas smiled back but for some reason he found that his smile was forced. Why did the thought of Dean Winchester with a girlfriend upset him? 

The answer came to him just before he fell asleep, wrapped in Dean’s arms. He was in love with his best friend.

It’s funny how much can change in a little two years, isn’t it? Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak were seniors at Wayward High but they were no longer best friends. In fact, it had been more than a year since the two had spoken to each other. Castiel was an all-rounder. He had perfect grades and he was also the captain of the basketball team. He’d already gotten many offers to join various colleges. Moreover his father had started allocating time for his family and started working harder to support his boys.

On the other hand, Dean Winchester’s grades just dropped lower. He was an outcast in school - with his tattered flannel and worn out shoes. But while Castiel had never dated anyone, Dean had been in a lot of relationships - all of which had ended badly. Sam Winchester and Gabriel Novak never understood why their respective brothers had grown apart at a time when they needed each other the most.

It all had started a few days after their sleepover two years ago. Dean’s father, John, had started beating him up more and more. He would come home drunk and demand dinner from Dean. Dean was scared to report it to the authorities as he knew that they would separate Sammy and him. He also couldn’t bring himself to tell Cas as he didn’t want any pity from the latter. Moreover Dean Winchester had known for a while that his feelings towards Cas were more than that of a friend. He was embarrassed and slowly stopped talking to Castiel.

Castiel was confused and hurt. He kept wondering if he had done something wrong. He also feared that maybe Dean got to know about Cas’ feelings towards him and was upset with them. Did Castiel just ruin the best friendship in his whole life by falling in love?

Soon Dean had found other friends - Charlie Bradbury, Jo Harvelle, Garth Fitzgerald and more. Castiel, on the other hand, kept to himself and focused on his academics.

There used to be a time when they would walk down the school hallways as best friends but now, they were strangers who refused to meet each other’s eyes. There were times Castiel would catch Dean looking at him and he wanted to go over and talk to him but he was always too scared of being rejected.

Just as their time at high school was coming to an end, Castiel made up his mind to talk to Dean. One Friday evening, he drove himself to the Winchester’s house and with sweaty palms, knocked on the door. For a long time no one answered the door and dejected, Castiel was about to turn back and drive home. But sounds of muffled crying stopped Castiel in his tracks. He could recognise Dean’s voice anywhere. Castiel quickly pushed the handles to the front door to find it already unlocked. The soft cries where coming from Dean’s room. Cas quickly rushed up the stairs and pushed open the doors to the room to find Dean curled up on the bed, crying his eyes out. 

“Dean?” Cas slowly reached out and touched Dean’s shoulder. “Dean, are you okay?”

Dean quickly sat up and wiped the tears off his face and Cas gasped when he saw that Dean’s face was caked with blood.

“I’m fine,” Dean muttered harshly.

Cas flinched away from him and Dean regretted his tone immediately. “I’m sorry Cas. It’s just that I hate people seeing me like this. Especially you.”

Cas had no idea what that meant but he slowly sat next to Dean. “You don’t have to hide from me Dean. Remember how we first met?”

Dean smiled softly as he thought back to that day 14 years earlier. “You were a shy kid even back then.”

Cas snorted. “You weren’t so different yourself.”

After a small pause Cas continued, “Dean what happened? Who did this to you?”

“My father.” Dean’s voice was low and he refused to meet Cas’ eyes.

“Your father?” Cas was shocked. “How long has he been abusing you like this?”

“About four years now… He’s an alcoholic and he usually comes home drunk and beats the fuck out of me.”

“Why didn’t you tell me anything Dean?”

“I - I was embarrassed, Cas.”

Castiel took Dean’s hands in his own. “You don’t have to be embarrassed to tell me anything. I’m your best friend.”

Dean looked up at Cas and tightened squeezed Cas’ hand with his own. “You still consider me as a friend?”

“Of course Dean. You should’ve told me but I never realised what you were going through. I’m sorry for not being there for you either.”

Before Cas knew what was happening Dean hugged him tight and Cas soon melted into the hug.

“Thank you Cas.”

“Best friends till the very end, right?”

“Of course,” Dean grinned at his best friend.

“Come on let’s get you cleaned up.” Castiel pulled Dean up to his feet and spent the evening washing the blood off of his face.

“We were idiots in the past two years,” Dean muttered with regret.

“Yes we were. But we’re here for each other now and that’s what matters,” Cas said with a small smile at Dean.

“You’re such a sap Cas,” Dean grinned up at the blue eyed boy.

Cas just lightly punched Dean’s shoulder. “Shut up Dean.”

Soon, for absolutely no reason, the two boys were doubled over in laughter and it occurred to each of them that they were still in love with each other. But would they ever tell the other?

Since that day Castiel invited Dean and Sam over to his house after school. Sam played with Castiel’s cousin, Anna, while Cas tutored Dean. In just a couple of months, Dean’s grades improved drastically. The two boys were closer than they ever were. Moreover Dean was going to turn 18 soon and he’ll be able to live alone with Sam - away from their father. 

The night before prom, the Dean and Cas were lying stretched out on the latter’s bed playing video games.

“I mean, prom is so stupid.” Dean muttered as he waited for Cas to type in his character’s name for the game. “It’s all a big popularity contest.”

“Hmmm hmm,” Cas agreed with Dean. “Plus we don’t have dates.”

“Well you don’t need a date to go,” Dean looked sideways at Cas.

“That’s true.” Cas nodded but he didn’t know what else to say.

The two played a couple of games in silence - except for a couple of shouts of happiness and annoyance at the game. Finally Dean placed his controller down on the bed and turned to Cas and broke the silence,

“You could be mine,” Dean whispered.

“Your what?” Cas looked at Dean with a confused tilt of his head.

Fuck he’s adorable, Dean thought to himself and he felt nervousness wash over him. It was too late to back out so he might as well do this.

“You could be my date.” Dean drew out his words slowly.

Castiel just blinked at Dean and didn’t say anything for a while. Dean was sure that his face was dark red and he was aware that he was sweating buckets. He had fucked up, didn’t he? He had just gotten Cas back and he had already pushed him away. Cas’ voice interrupted his thoughts,

“Yes.”

“What?” Dean wasn’t sure that he heard Cas right.

“I’ll be your date.” At this point, Cas’ face was a dark shade of pink too. “Do you like me as more than a friend, Dean?”

“Yeah Cas. I’ve been in love with you for a very long time actually.” Dean let out a nervous laugh and scratched the back of his neck.

Cas’ eyes grew wider and a huge grin split his cheek. “I’ve actually liked you for a very long while too.”

Dean’s heartbeat are impossibly louder and he found himself smiling back giddily at Cas. “Can… can I kiss you Cas?”

Cas’ blushed harder - if that was even possible. “Sure Dean.”

Dean slowly leaned closer towards Cas till their lips were just inches apart. “You sure about this?”

Instead of replying with words, Cas leaned forward and closed the gap between their lips. Dean couldn’t help the gasp that escaped his mouth as he felt Cas’ tongue at his lips. Dean quickly opened his mouth in response and Cas’ tongue expertly explored Dean’s mouth. Dean wrapped an arm around Cas’ waist and pulled the latter on top of him on the bed without breaking the kiss.

This was Castiel’s first kiss and he realised that most books had it wrong. He didn’t feel any fireworks nor supernova exploding behind his eyelids. The kiss made him happy and it was the best kind of happy. It held the right amount of messiness and Castiel was soon drunk on Dean and his love for him.

Dean slowly pulled away from Cas and the two were out of breath.

 “Let’s save some for prom night shall we?” Dean winked at Cas and both were soon reduced to a laughing mess.

Once their laughter subsided, Dean looked at Cas with a soft look in his eyes. “I’ve wanted to kiss you ever since I met you.”

Castiel quickly pecked Dean’s lips again and grinned at the Winchester. “Who’s the sap now?”

Dean laughed with a slow shake of his head. 

“I love you Castiel Novak. You’ve helped me through a lot and I don’t know where I would be without you.” He paused before adding, “You’re like my guardian angel, Cas.”

“I love you too Dean Winchester and we’ll always be there for each other.”

“Pinky promise?” Dean asked as he held out his pinky finger.

Castiel laughed at their old tradition before hooking Dean’s pinky with his own. “Pinky promise.”

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Destiny and Prophecy Season 1 Episode 1 Chapter one

Summary: This is the first episode of the first season in a very long series remake. What if Castiel had met up with Sam and Dean in the first season? What if Charlie was actually Bobby's daughter? What if the angels and demons weren't the only things Sam and Dean had to deal with and what if they weren't the only ones meant to save the world? What if they had a team? These are the stories of the new Team Free Will.

Note: this is the first episode in the series. The pairings will be Castiel/Hannah, Dean/Jo, Sam/Eileen, Crowley/Meg, and Charlie/Anna/Ruby and Gabriel/Balthazar/Rowena, but they are all slow burns and they most likely won't even meet for the first few episodes and a lot of the characters won't appear in the series for a long time.

Highway One outside of San Luis Obispo, California

"I don't know about this, Dean," Sam spoke up as he gazed out the window at the scenery outside. As the impala barreled down California's coastal highway, the ocean, glistening as the sun beamed down on it, seemed to be both taunting him and beckoning him. It was reminding him of what was behind, the prospect of that normal life that he thought he had managed to finally achieve, that after two years he had begun actually to believe it was happening- had so quickly been stolen away from him by the same thing that had brought them to this life long ago.

"What, I already called Charlie, and she's eager to join in," Dean replied as he kept his eyes on the winding road, the wind flying through his hair as his arm dangled out the opened window.

"You know Bobby is going to kill us when he finds out," Sam pointed out as he thought about the ornery old drunk and how he was going to react when he found out that they had dragged his daughter out of school when she had only been there a few months. At least Sam had gotten two years. Two wonderful years of pretending he was a normal kid with a normal life.

Sam wanted to blame Dean. To think that if Dean had never shown up at his college and convinced him to go on that hunt, perhaps Yellow Eyes would have never tracked him down and Jess would still be alive. But even through his grief, he still couldn't blame his brother, after all, did he really fit in? Jess never knew the truth about him. He'd kept her in the dark about his home life, maybe if she knew would she have wanted anything to do with him in the first place?

And now they were about to pluck their cousin up from the possibility of normal life, and Sam had to wonder what they would find when they got to Los Angeles and what Charlie would have to give to join them.

Of course, Charlie had been less reluctant to leave the life of a hunter. She had gone to college at Bobby's insistence. Sam had no doubt she would be eager to join them in the search for their father.

"Dad wants us to continue in his footsteps," Dean explained. "Hunt down Yellow-eyes once and for all. And then continue in the family business. And Bobby might hate it, but Charlie is just as much a part of it as we are, she grew up in the life too."

Sam had heard the story many times. Of how Bobby's wife had become possessed by a demon, and he had been forced to kill her, and Charlie had been left without a mother when she was barely out of diapers. As Bobby was the primary contact for many hunters and maintained a network of hunters all over the continent, Charlie had no choice but to grow up in the life too. Just like Sam and Dean had.

"Look, Dean, I just want to find Yellow Eyes and take him out," Sam told his brother. "And find Dad. After that, I'm out."

"Just like that?" Sam couldn't miss the tone of accusation in Dean's voice. "I mean you ran away before, so I guess it doesn't bother you to abandon your family again."

Sam had to bite his tongue to avoid snapping back at Dean. Nothing mattered more to the elder Winchester than loyalty and family, and he saw Sam's attempt at being normal as a betrayal. How could Sam make him see?

Sam didn't respond to Dean's accusation and instead, just focused on the scenery. He leaned back as Dean cranked up the volume of his music, purposely, to drown out any response Sam might have come up with.

As the impala rounded the curve in the road, something came into view that hat Dean suddenly slamming the breaks and Sam flung forward, his head colliding hard with the dashboard as his seatbelt restrained him.

As the car screeched to a halt and Sam took a moment to recover himself, the slow trickle of blood moved into his eye from the impact with the dashboard and his head throbbed. He blinked, trying to shake out the fuzzy feeling in his mind before shoving the door opened and hurrying out to the front of the car too.

The figure lying in the middle of the road seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. As the brothers rushed over, they found a man laying on the asphalt, his beige trenchcoat shrouding his prone body as he lay on his stomach, his arms tucked underneath him.

"Is he…" Sam knelt beside the man while Dean pressed a finger to his neck. There was no response to Dean's touch, but as Sam looked, he thought he saw the rise and fall of the man's back indicating breathing.

"He's alive," Dean confirmed before gently grasping the man's shoulders and rolling him onto his back. The movement received a grunt from the man but nothing more.

"I don't think he's injured," Dean said as Sam looked over the man's pale face. "At least not from what I can see. But help me get him into the impala so we can take him to the hospital."

Sam complied and grabbed the man's legs while Dean hoisted his upper body into his arms. His head lulled against Dean's shoulders while his bright blue tie flung up in the wind. There didn't seem to be anything unusual about the man; he was dressed in a basic black business suit, his thick crop of brown hair disheveled slightly.

Sam helped Dean get the man into the back seat of the impala, and as they did that, Sam checked all of the man's pockets for any ID but came up empty-handed. "Nothing," he said. "No wallet, no phone, not even ten cents. Maybe he got robbed."

"Maybe," Dean agreed thoughtfully as they both got into the car. "Whatever the case, it's probably not our thing, so let's just get him to a hospital."

Sam knew what Dean meant by 'our thing.' He suggested that there didn't seem to be anything supernatural about this man, no case, no need to stay any longer than was needed. But something nagged at Sam's consciousness- besides the throbbing headache. He wanted to understand why this man had suddenly appeared in their lives and what his appearance meant.

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Hastings, Nebraska

Jo rolled her eyes as she cut across the dark, barren cattle pasture back towards town. She jiggled the keys in her hands while shuffling her duffle bag full of weapons strapped across her shoulder.

Despite the police officers at the crime scene denying her access, claiming she looked too young and 'delicate' to be able to handle the scene, she had managed to close the case on the chupacabra attacks without anyone's help.

But now, as she reached the edge of the dimly lit town and headed back towards campus, she pulled out her cell phone and had to roll her eyes when she saw four missed calls and a voicemail from her mother. As she put the phone to her ear and listened to the recorded voicemail, her mother's all too predictable voice shouted warnings and demanded to know where she was.

"Joanna Beth, you had better not be out hunting!" her mother had shouted. Jo had to smirk to herself as that's precisely what she had been doing. She knew her mother didn't approve, but she was in college now, living on her own, and she could start hunting on her own. Her mother thought she would be safely enjoying dorm life at this small religious college, and that's what she was doing by day. But by night, she was the local ghostbuster. She was sneaking into haunted houses, crime scenes, and other places that warranted a paranormal investigation.

As she made it to campus and moved towards her dorm building, Jo was suddenly aware of how quiet the world was around her. No crickets chirping, no frogs croaking, it was as if the whole world had gone still. Any trained hunter knew how to listen to the animals; they always knew when something wasn't right.

Eyes darting around to every tree and bush, Jo carefully put her phone away and slipped a hand around the hilt of her knife which rested securely in her belt. As she neared her dorm building, she heard a sudden crash and the bushes around the dumpster shuttered vigorously.

"Who's there!" she demanded as she turned her attention to the dumpster just as a shadowy figure darted behind the large white dumpster. "Don't bother hiding I already saw you."

The movement stopped. After a few moments, the figure slipped out from around the dumpster and moved towards her. Jo backed up cautiously as the thing began to approach.

"I require a place to stay," the soft feminine voice sounded shaken and fragile, and as the woman stepped into the light of an overhead lamp, Jo could see why. She was completely naked, and Jo could see cuts and bruises all over her body as she shivered, the thick bangs of her dark hair shielding her eyes as she kept her gaze to the ground.

"You look like you need clothes too," Jo pointed out, a pang of sympathy as she worried about what might have happened to the woman. Quickly, she dropped her duffle bag and pulled off her dark green hunter's coat and handed it to the woman. "Did you get assaulted?"

"I escaped," the woman replied, finally lifting her gaze. Her face was caked in dried blood, and grime and Jo had to gasp a little when she saw the slice across her neck.

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up," Jo said. "My roommate is out of town, but my RA doesn't allow visitors, so you'll have to keep quiet." She grabbed her duffle bag and led the woman into her dorm building.

She lived on the fifth floor, a typical small cramped dorm room with two single beds, two desks, two dressers, a closet, and a small dorm sized fridge. The room was heavily decorated with random wall art of landscapes and portraits.

"My roommate is an art major," Jo explained as she flipped on the lights and let the woman come in before closing the door behind her.

Now, in the light, the true extent of the woman's injuries was revealed. Jo tried not to let her jaw drop in awe as she scrutinized the woman's appearance. Bruises and lacerations- some very deep- covered the woman's skin. Dried blood and grime were painted over her body, especially on her back were what looked like whip marks crisscrossed her skin. As Jo motioned for her to sit, she gazed up, and Jo got a better look at that slice across her neck.

"How are you still able to walk?" Jo wondered as she dug through her duffle bag to retrieve her first aid kit. "I'll be back I'm going to get some rags and stuff from the restroom."

It only took her a few moments to hurry downstairs to retrieve some fresh towels, water, and rags from the student restroom area before she hurried back to find the woman sitting precariously on the bed.

"I'm Jo by the way, what's your name?" Jo asked as she brought the supplies over and sat down on the bed beside her and began to clean some of the wounds.

"Hannah," the woman replied softly as she winced while Jo brushed some strands of hair back and began to clean the wound on her neck. The hunter was relieved to see that the injury was not as bad as it had looked at first glance. It had already stopped bleeding, and it wasn't very deep- but how she must have gotten it disturbed her.

"Who did this to you, Hannah?" Jo asked, a hot feeling of anger rushing over her as she thought to herself how she would make whoever did this pay for it.

"Demons," Jo raised a brow not quite comprehending what she said for a moment. But Hannah continued. "They captured me as soon as I fell… they hacked into my factory settings…"

"Excuse me?" the woman made herself sound like some sort of computer. Factory settings? "What are you a computer chip?"

"I don't understand that word," Hannah informed her. As Jo glanced at her face, noting her large blue eyes and soft features, she could tell that there seemed to be something a little off about this woman.

"I'm a hunter, I've never encountered a demon in my line of work but uh… what are you exactly?"

"I'm an angel of the lord," that response had Jo scoffing in disbelief.

"Yeah, and I'm Jack Frost," Jo mocked. Hannah looked at her, cocking her head slightly to the side like a confused bird.

"I thought your name was Jo," she replied. Jo frowned. She considered the fact that maybe Hannah was telling the truth. After all, why else did she give off the distinct aura of some lost child?

"Yeah just a joke," Jo explained as she finished cleaning and bandaging Hannah's neck and back. "So uh… an angel. I'm not sure I believe in that sort of thing, you know? Could you prove it? I mean do you have wings or harps or anything?"

"My grace was ripped away, the demons have it," Hannah explained. "I'm human now… it's disconcerting. I have these… strange feelings."

"Feelings?" Jo wasn't sure what that meant. But she finished up with the last of the wounds. With the blood and dirt cleaned off, the woman looked much less like a mugging victim. Jo got up and went to her dresser and pulled out a pair of pants and a shirt and handed them to Hannah. "What sort of feelings?"

"Well, there's a strange sensation. Here." She patted her stomach, and as she did so, her stomach rumbled angrily, and she winced in discomfort. "I don't know what it means."

"Are you hungry?" Jo guessed. "When was the last time you ate?"

"Never," Hannah replied. "I developed this feeling not long after I got to Earth."

Jo frowned. "Alright, get dressed, and I'll take you to get something to eat," she said. "And you can tell me more. It's not every day I get to rescue a damsel in distress, you know?"

"I'm not familiar with that term," Hannah replied. Jo groaned.

"Oh, boy," she muttered under her breath. This was going to be exciting. But she already felt connected to this woman somehow. That she had to help her whatever her story was. Jo wasn't someone who usually believed in things like fate, but if she did, this certainly felt like a sign. She'd grown up around hunters, and none of them had ever mentioned angels, but Jo had no reason to doubt that Hannah was who she said she was, and in any case, the woman seemed utterly lost and out of her element. She would depend on Jo to protect her, so that was precisely what Jo intended to do.

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Satisfied

Pairing: Sam/Gabriel

Summary: song fic based on “Satisfied” from Hamilton

Dean smiled beautifully, tears falling. But not for the same reason everyone else was. Emerald eyes watched as his brother and someone special kissed. It made his stomach curl, his throat tighter then how the someone special could make his jeans. He played his role as his brothers best man, each step he took was slowed by a large chain and ball. Everyone cheered for the happy couple. The happy couple laughed. Dean couldn’t help the deep pit in his stomach.

When everyone seated for the dinner, people tapped their glasses with forks. The sounds rang out around and the word “speech” was chanted. God, how Dean wanted them to stop. He knew if they didn’t, he would have to stand up. No mom, no dad. Even though Bobby was their step-father, the responsibility fell on the next of kin: Dean.

Breathing in a shaky breath, Dean stood up. Glass in hand, almost empty, and a shit eating grin stretched across his face.

“Alright! Alright!” Dean called out calmly. The audience fell hush, all eyes on him, each face wore a respectful smile. “Tonight, my little brother and my . . . best friend finally tied the knot.”

Dean tried so hard not to burst in tears, lost in memories. So he let them spill out his mouth. “I remember the first time the two met. Sammy got dumped hard by Ruby, a bitch that should go to hell. Now, Sam was getting over the loss of his first girlfriend, Jess, who had to move far away,” Dean said, coating each word with sugar, hiding his thoughts.

What would’ve happened if Jess didn’t leave, or Ruby loved Sam? Would he be his?

“So, I offered to take him to a good old party. Get him hooked up to some chick. But of course, Sam took a whole new route.”

Nope. He didn’t pick up a chick. He picked up a guy. The guy, his guy.

“But he was too damn shy,” he chuckled, “to talk to the guy. So, I go over and drag the lucky man to Sammy. Blushing like a virgin.” He paused listening to sweet chuckles, he paused to watch his brother bury his face in his hands. And his heart practically dropped when the guy kissed Sam’s hair. Dean licked his lips, suddenly feeling dry. “I introduce them and left. Sam’s face was priceless, he looked like I threw him into the lion's pit”

How wrong that was. He threw his brother up to heaven, and the beautiful angel caught him. While he was stuck down in hell.

“Can’t tell you how much I caught them doing it, never through their eight years have they learned to lock a door.”

And how much it hurt, wanting to be in Sam’s place.

The audience laughed. Amused at his misfortunes. God, if they only knew what the hell was screaming in his head. They might cry, get angry, or not care. It didn’t matter. Dean had to suck it up. Today was his baby brothers day. So, just shove those damn feelings down.

“But,” Dean needed to end this soon, if he didn’t then he would be a wreck, “I can’t tell you how happy I was when . . . . Gabe got down on one knee and said ‘I think this has been delayed long enough’.”

Happy? Ha! Dean felt like he died. It was Gabriel's birthday. Everyone was happy, even Dean. Because, no matter how stupid or insane it sounded, he decided to hint Gabriel on his feelings about him. Imagine his face when his dream guy dropped on one knee with a ring in a tiny box. That’s when Dean knew, he fucked up. He waited too long. His heart was bleeding, crying, dying. Dean was surprised by how quiet the room was no one heard it.

And he signed his death wish when he cheered: “Pull the bastard up and kiss him, we all know you’re gonna say yes.”

“So,” Dean raised his glass high up in the air, the audience and couple copied, “here’s to the bride and groom.”

Cheeky till the end. However soon the end is.

No one noticed him slip away, they were too busy with cake and laughing.

Dean couldn’t help but run. Running through the stupid place until he found himself outside. Shaking, Dean debated whether to leave early or not. He would look like the douche who couldn’t make it through his brother’s wedding, not the heart broken man that can’t stand how the whole wedding seemed to taunt him.

Wedding. Yep, Dean was sure he hated the word now.

Everything that happened the past few years angered him. The calls to each other and video chats, being the third wheel, telling them to have fun when they went out. Walking in on them making out, over hearing “I love you”’s whispered to each other. It all chilled Dean to the bone.

And in the end, he told a damn lie at the speech. He met Gabriel first.

It was a good old fashioned party. Booze flying about, deafening music vibrated the floor, and enough chicks and dudes for a hungry nest of horny nymphs. Sam was unsure of it, having never attend a college party, but with enough encouragement from his big bro Sam was talking to a group of girls that were totally into him. Dean remembers needing to get a drink, god how he wished he didn’t. How he wished he didn’t go to the quieter floor of the party.

How he wished his hand didn’t touch his. It was like electricity. Quick, shocking, breath taking. And later on painful. Dean still felt that. The tiny spark when they touched, even the briefest of skin contact; hell, sometimes not even skin. Looking him in the eyes sent Dean’s heart pumping and it took Dean everything to stop a blush coat his freckles.

They were going for the same beer, hands collided and that’s was when Dean was screwed. He looked up meeting honey eyes. He loved - loves those eyes.

He laughed and offered the beer to Dean, who took it nervously. Gabriel took another beer and they talked. Everything in agreement, from stupid jokes to porn. Dean had never met a guy talk so casually about his porn, let alone in public. They had so much in common.

Gabriel seemed to like were it was going. Dean sure as hell did. He wanted to ask for his number, but Gabriel had to go to the bathroom. That's when everything fell.

He was waiting for his Gabriel to return, with his smile and sugar lips. But, not even a few seconds later, his dear brother came with the most flustered face and loop sided smile. Dean thought he meet a girl that was ready to whisk him away and he needed a condom. You couldn’t imagine the flat line in Dean’s head when Sam asked about the guy who left.

That’s when things added up in Dean’s head.

Dean couldn’t help crying. How he gave up Gabriel so easily. He was disgusted with himself that he didn’t even put up a banter. But how could he? Sam looked struck. His eyes fill of interest and excitement, his body was practically radiating, and he was positively glowing. Last time he looked like that was with Jess.

His body shook in confusion. Why did he have to give everything to Sam? There was plenty of fish in the ocean. Maybe . . . it wouldn’t hurt if the two talked. Sam and Gabriel don’t seem to be a fit couple, right?

Dean took a risk that night. He pulled a sincere smile before grabbing Sam's hand and pulled him through the crowd. Soon enough they bumped into Gabriel. Smiling even though he was dying, Dean exchanged names and said “have fun you two”. It eat him up at night. Turns out they got along great.

Gabriel was smitten with Sam. Vice versa.

If you asked Dean how he felt when Gabriel asked him if it was okay to take his brother that night, you would get an empty stare. Because what Dean was feeling, it was what they called a multiple reaction. Anger, was the first. Then heartbreak. And finally a sad acceptance. Dean laughed and said go easy.

Every birthday candle, every Christmas wish, every shooting star. Dean hoped with all his heart in way that kids were told not spend money in a candy store. Don’t spend all of it. But he was too stupid, too stupid and wished for something that he couldn’t have. Wished for something that was already taken.

But in the deep pain and self pity, Dean smiled. “At least Sammy’s got him.”

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Michael/Ruby (Supernatural) Characters: Michael (Supernatural), Ruby (Supernatural), Gabriel (Supernatural) Additional Tags: In need of some brotherly feels Series: Part 3 of Destiny, Interrupted Summary:

Michael has a very hard time saying no to anything Ruby asks of him. Explaining that to his brother isn't easy.

Michael lay stretched out on the couch, his head in Ruby’s lap. He zoned out as she slowly combed her hand through his hair repeatedly.

“I never figured that an angel would be a glutton for head scratches,” Ruby said.

“Just from you,” Michael sighed contently, his eyes remaining closed.

“Now you’re making me feel like I’m corrupting you,” Ruby laughed, lightly tugging on Michael’s hair before returning back to combing her fingers through it.

“As if you don’t enjoy that idea,” Michael shot back, a smirk starting to form on his face. “You’re already doing such a thorough job with it.”

“Had I known you’d respond so enthusiastically to human vices, I would have made you partake in them sooner,” Ruby quipped. Michael hummed in amused acknowledgment but said nothing.

It had started with fries. Just a small basket of salt-covered fries with a side cup of ketchup. ‘Eat one’ Ruby had insisted, an impish look on her face. Human food was harmless enough, so Michael had acquiesced to Ruby’s request. He had needed her to trust him enough to accept his help when she was manipulating Sam into killing Lilith. But then it was ice cream - Moose Tracks, to be exact - in the form of a cone offered for a lick. Then a piece of a candy bar. Then a soda. A forkful of cake. A steak. A glass of hard alcohol. Then the sex. Michael had no idea why he didn’t react the way he should have when Ruby pushed him back onto the bed that day, but at the time he would have sworn that that was the closest he would ever come to taking his Father’s name in vain. Michael could still see the triumphant look on Ruby’s face when, several times later, she managed to pull that blasphemous word out of Michael’s lips. She hadn’t stopped grinning for a week.

Ruby’s hand in Michael’s hair went still, causing Michael’s eyes to open.

“Ruby?” Michael began, unsure of what caught her attention.

“Michael,” Ruby said, lifting his head off her lap and standing up in one swift movement. “Michael, we’re not alone.”

Now that he was no longer focusing solely on Ruby, the presence in the apartment caught Michael’s attention. He stood up, half-way through the decision of whether or not to pull out his angel blade, when a familiar voice hit his ears.

“Mikey! Never expected to run into you here!”

Ruby took a step behind Michael, eyes wide in horror when she realized that the man was an angel. How else could he have recognized Michael? Michael, however, looked at the intruder in shock and disbelief.

“Gabriel,” Michael breathed. All thoughts of his angel blade disappeared as Michael rushed around the couch and grabbed his younger brother into a hug. “What on Earth are you doing here? I was told you were dead!”

“Yeah, well, Lucifer sucks at killing his siblings,” Gabriel cracked as he returned Michael’s hug. Gabriel pulled away and gave Michael a mischievous grin. “Now, I came here to interrogate your friend here on where I can find Sam and Dean. I’m having trouble locating them. What on Earth are you doing here?”

“I… I… I…” Michael began to stutter, taking a step back as he struggled to find the words.

“I don’t know where Sam and Dean are. They still think I’m dead,” Ruby spoke up to give Michael a few more moments to think. “They’d probably try to kill me again if they knew I wasn’t.”

“Oh, really?” Gabriel asked, giving Michael a knowing look before turning his head to face Ruby. “Well, darling, I’m in terrible need of locating Dean-o and Sammy. Any help you can grant me would be much appreciated.”

“You stand there, looking for the location of my True Vessel, and you ask the demon for help? As if I wouldn’t know where Dean is?” Michael asked with as much sarcasm as he could muster. One, because he knew Ruby wouldn’t let him live it down if he didn’t say anything about it. Two, because of course he knew where Dean was and it was stupid of Gabriel to think otherwise. “Why do you want to know where they are, anyway?”

“Call it instinct. Got a gut feeling telling me that I really should be with them right now. Now, you haven’t answered my own question yet. Why are you here, alone, with a demon?” The mischievous grin returned to Gabriel’s face.

“You spent how long with the Pagans? Like I really need to explain it to you,” Michael said. There wasn’t a specific word he could use to describe what he and Ruby had, anyway. They never spoke about identifying it.

“True,” Gabriel admitted, throwing a wink at Ruby.

“As fun as this family reunion is, I can barely handle one archangel in my home. I can’t handle two,” Ruby interrupted before either brother could say anything more. She gave Gabriel a look when he began to open his mouth. “Yes, you heard me correctly. My home. This apartment belonged to my host before she died and I reclaimed it after I took over her body because constantly having to move from location to location is a pain in the ass.”

“You two must love the privacy,” Gabriel taunted, jumping a few feet back when Michael tried to grab at him.

“If I promise to take you to Dean and Sam, will you shut up?” Michael hissed. The last thing he needed was Ruby giving him attitude because of something Gabriel said.

“Deal! Though, before we go, one last question,” Gabriel said. His expression turned serious as he looked Michael in the eye. “I know you ended up in the Cage after the incident at Stull Cemetery, Michael. If you’re out, where’s Lucifer?”

“I don’t know. Father didn’t exactly drop us off at the same location when he freed us from the Cage and made new vessels for us both,” Michael replied.

“So, no more fighting? Just like that?” Gabriel asked, obviously not believing it.

“I’m now of the mindset that it’ll happen when it happens. I’m not going to bother to go out of my way to find Lucifer right now,” Michael said. “In case you can’t tell, I’m still a big ragged from what the Cage did to me. It wasn’t exactly kind to me when it realized that I wasn’t the archangel it was built to hold.”

A frown grew on Gabriel’s face at Michael’s implication of what happened in the Cage. He had sensed that Michael’s Grace wasn’t at full force when he had entered the apartment, but Gabriel wasn’t sure he wanted to know the details as to why. It had to be something extreme.

“Well, if it’s all the same to you, Mikey, perhaps you should stay here with your better half and just tell me where Dean and Sam are,” Gabriel said after a few moments.

“Delaware,” Michael replied immediately, refusing to take the bait in Gabriel’s ‘better half’ comment.

“Thank you,” Gabriel said. He turned to Ruby with grin and an eyebrow wiggle. “Please take care of my sheltered older brother. As much as I’m sure you two have done together, I’m positive you still have much to teach him.”

Gabriel teleported away as Michael grabbed at him again.