Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural.
A/N: I know this took forever, but it's up! I hope you enjoy it!
Warnings: Slash, Dean/Sam.
Beyond the Stars
"That boy ain't right in the head"
It wasn't the first time Ellen heard those words whispered around her roadhouse nor would it be the last time, and it wouldn't be the last time she couldn't find it in her to care.
It was true after all.
Dean Winchester wasn't right.
Since the day she met the boy at the age of fourteen, there was this presence around him, it wasn't quite dark, but it wasn't light either, it remained that way until Dean disappeared for four months around the age of twenty-seven, no one knew what happened, there were rumors of course.
Many believed that Dean was possessed by a demon or he just was inhuman period.
Ellen knew the truth, knew what Dean did, knew where he's been, and knew why his presence was darker than before.
Dean Winchester had been to Hell.
He traded his soul for Bobby Singer's life, and went to Hell for four months, something brought him back, that something has a name.
Castiel.
The Hunter Walt who had mumbled the words stared at Dean, the young Hunter nursing his beer in his usual corner, the older getting a calculating gleam in his eyes.
Ellen reached for her shotgun.
"Walt" Ellen warned, "you leave that boy be"
"Ah Ellen, I'm just going to talk to the boy, right Roy?"
Roy nodded, lips turned up in a smirk.
"Best be all that you do" Ellen said, letting go of her shotgun, watching Walt go over to Dean, inwardly she sighed, and hope that this did not end bloody.
"Can I sit here?" Walt asked.
Dean looked up, and Walt shivered at the intense dark green eyes, Dean blinked at him before nodding before going back to nursing his beer.
Walt sat, there was an awkward silence as all eyes turned to the two, watching, waiting as Walt tried to come up with something to say.
"Uh…"
"If you're going to try to kill me, could we do it outside?" Dean said looking up from his beer, giving a slight smirk at the shiver that man made when their eyes met.
"What?"
"The last time, I trashed Ellen's place, she wasn't happy about it, so could we do it outside to avoid me getting a gun pointed at me and yelled at"
Walt stared at him.
Dean went back to his beer, groaning when there was a flutter of wings behind him.
"Cas, how many times do I have to tell you, don't just appear like that" Dean scowled, turning around, there stood a man with intense blue eyes, messy black hair, dressed in a suit and trench coat. The man's head was tilted to the side as he stared at the dozen of guns aimed at him for his sudden appearance.
"Settle down boys" Ellen said to the hunters, "he's harmless"
"Hello Dean, hello Ellen" the one called Cas greeted as he took a seat.
"Hello Castiel" Ellen said, before going back to cleaning.
Slowly, one by one, the hunters put away their guns, though they kept a wary eye on the…. thing. Castiel looked at Walt, who was staring at him, mouth gaped open, before turning back to Dean.
"I require your assistances" he said.
"Isn't that what you have Balthazar for?"
"My brother and I are….taking time apart"
"He made another pass at you again?"
Walt blinked when the guy named Cas blushed, and Dean snickered.
"Okay" Dean then said at Cas's glare, "whatta want?"
"Not here" Cas said, then raising two fingers.
"Wait don't—"
They were gone, leaving Walt alone staring jaw-dropped at the spot the two once were.
"Sammy, my baby!"
Sam grunted when he was pounced on, face forced into a strong chest.
"Dad" he whined, voice muffled.
"Sammy, I've missed you!" Loki coo'ed, nuzzling the soft hair "have you been behaving? Eating and sleeping okay. Fen told me you've been terrorizing the gods again, I'm so proud!"
Sam laid there in his father's arms, as the Trickster rambled on and on.
"I've brought you, your brothers and sister gifts too!"
Sam's eyes lit up, and he pulled away.
"From the mortal realm!"
Loki nodded, "Yep! But you won't get them until after dinner…by the way something's burning!"
Sam squawked before turning to the now burning pan, quickly he removed the pan from off the burner, waving away smoke.
"Aw man" Sam sighed, looking down at the charred remains of what was supposed to be dinner for tonight.
"What was is supposed to be?" Loki asked nose wrinkled as he looked at it.
"Chicken" Sam sighed again.
"Aww don't look like that Sammy, just snap up a fully cooked one"
"It's not the same"
Loki looked at his son, who was staring at the food with a sad expression.
"I wanted it to be ready when you came back"
"..Oh" Loki then looked around the kitchen, the counter had other pans, filled with various food that seem to already be done.
"Now I have to start all over again" Sam mumbled, snapping away the mess.
Loki smiled before ruffling his son's hair, "Don't worry about it, I can wait, after all, it's worth it, Sammy's cooking is something even the gods can't resist, by the way where are you siblings?"
Sam gave a shy smile at the praise, before going to the refrigerator, "Bothering Thor" he then answered, taking out another chicken and putting it on the counter.
"Without me! Those brats!"
Sam rolled his eyes when he father snapped away, wondering how he, the baby of the family was the most responsible, before popping a Jolly Rancher into his mouth.
After dinner Loki and his family made their way into the den where Loki snapped their gifts into existences, The Trickster watched all of his children as they unwrapped their gifts, he paused on his eldest child Fenrir, the large horse-sized whited furred wolf happily chowing down on the imported rare steaks, happy growls rumbling from him.
He moved away from the wolf to his second oldest son Jörmungandr, the large (he always made himself smaller when in the house as he had a tendency to knock things over when in his true size) serpent's head first in a large jar filled with nectar from Asia.
"Careful Jor, if you eat too much you'll get sick" Loki said, grinning when he got an annoyed hiss, before looking at his other two children Hel and Sleipnir.
Hel was placing golden jewelry on her brother, the big eight-legged horse chest puffed up in regal pride, his giggling sister's form equally decorated in jewelry. Moving away from them he landed on his youngest child, Sam.
The young Trickster was surrounded by books, looking over the titles, occasionally letting out a squeal when he saw a title of interest, Loki still couldn't believe how BIG his little Sammy was, gone was the little toddler who followed him around the house, gone was the gawky teenager who legs and arms were too long, in replaced was a tall, lean, tanned, strong (The training with Ares, Hercules and Thor paid off) man.
"Well man may not be the right word" Loki thought, remembering the blood ritual when Sam had turned six, the ritual was too complicated to put into words. The ending results were that Sam was now a Trickster….and perhaps more.
"Thanks Daddy!"
Loki grunted when he was pulled into a tight hug by his daughter, followed by Sam, then Jörmungandr's scales wrapped tightly around him, then came Fenrir and Sleipnir nuzzling him.
"Okay, too much love" Loki wheezed.
When they let go, Loki smiled, eyes gleaming with mischief.
"Who wants to go prank Ares?"
The children cheered as they snapped away.
"So what am I supposed to do?" Dean asked, glancing at the tied up demon then back at the Angel.
"The demon has information on one of my brothers" Castiel informed.
"Cas in case you've forgotten, you're not the most popular person in Heaven right now"
"I am aware, but this Angel hasn't been in Heaven for many centuries"
"Oh yeah? Who?"
"Gabriel"
The demon tied to the chair flinched at the name while Dean stared at his Angel.
"The Archangel?"
Castiel nodded.
"Aren't Michael and Raphael enough for you?"
"Dean"
"Fine, fine" Dean mumbled before turning to the demon, smirking, eyes almost glowing with sadistic glee, "I was getting bored anyway".
The demon shivered.
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