Part Four
The trip from the Winchester Residence to the Singer normally would take between forty to fifty minutes depending on traffic. Dean however made it within fifteen minutes and was dashing up the five stairs and into the house. Bobby and Sam were following but of course they weren't able to keep up with Dean.
"Cass!" Dean screamed, dashing around the house blindly.
"He's up here," Lucifer's voice called from up the stairs. Dean followed the devils voice up the stairs and then into the bedroom where Lucifer was hovering over the angel, his back to Dean. The human saw red as he grabbed the devil painfully by the arm and dragged him away from the angel before he swung his arm back; a fist collided hard with Lucifer's cheekbone.
A pained hiss escaped the devil's lip as Dean slammed him up against the wall; another fist collided with the devil's abdomen. Lucifer groaned, as he slid to the ground, painfully.
"Dean! Stop! You are hurting him!" the angel stood weakly beside the growling human trying to pull him away. Dean turned sharply to the angel; but his expression faltered at the sight before him. His angel looked pale and fearful.
"Cass, Jesus, what happened?" Dean whispered, anger evaporating as he pulled the angel into his arms. Castiel soaked up the warmth and love radiating from the man. "What did he do to you?"
"Nothing, Lucifer did nothing," Castiel whispered back. "I stood in the rain too long, and I haven't been eating well. Lucifer has been-"
"-Cass!" Sam cried rushing into the room, followed by Bobby, who eyed Lucifer with furious eyes. "Are you okay?!"
"I'm fine," Castiel smiled, allowing Dean to lead him back to the bed. Sam turned to Lucifer and pulled him up by the collar of his shirt.
"What the hell did you do to him?" Sam snarled. Lucifer rolled his eyes.
"I made him some damn toast and I forgot to cook the pasta," Lucifer replied, sarcasm seething from his teeth. Bobby, Dean and Sam turned over to the night table where a half-eaten piece of toast and a bowl of spaghetti sat. The spaghetti was sticking out of the bowl into the air covered in the red sauce and shredded cheese.
"Worst pasta ever," Castiel added, as Sam let the devil go.
"You have teeth, you can chew it," Lucifer grumbled, rubbing his lower chest.
"It is rock hard, Lucifer," Castiel said, bluntly as he pulled out one long straw of pasta dripping with sauce. "I would need teeth made of steel to be able to eat this."
"Shuddap! How often can a person say that the devil cooked them spaghetti?" Lucifer asked, crankily.
"That's the key word, Luce," Bobby grumbled, "Cooked."
"Fuck. You."
"Lucifer," Castiel chided.
"Yeah, yeah," Lucifer grumbled as Sam pulled Dean towards him.
"Dean, we may need to take him to a doctor," Sam whispered into his ear.
"I know, but we need to find some one we can trust," Dean replied.
"Bobby," Sam turned to the older man, "You would know any good and trust worthy doctors would you."
"I know one, but I ain't sure he's well, sane enough," Bobby grumbled, picking up a handful of Mintie wrappers, "Lucifer why is my house a dump again?"
"Looks the same to me," Lucifer grunted, rubbing his reddening cheek. Castiel frowned.
"Dean, you should apologize for hitting Lucifer," Castiel said, "You struck him for no reason."
"What?! Cass-"
"Dean," Castiel said firmly. Sam and Bobby looked slightly humoured, Lucifer startled and Dean outraged.
"Fine, okay!" Dean grunted, "Lucifer, I'm- I'm-"
"Wait, wait!" Lucifer cut him off as he pulled out his cell phone. "Alrighty go!"
"You've got to be kidding right?" Dean snarled, Lucifer shook his head, "Alright, fine! I'm sorry! I'm sorry I hit it twice, I mean him twice!"
"Oi! That wasn't a proper apology Adam!" Lucifer snapped. "And you're the it!"
"According to Raph, angels are genderless," Dean replied.
"Yeah, well Raphael's an idiot! Dad dropped Raph on his wings!"
"Everyone keeps saying that," Castiel murmured as he got out of the bed, "Dean, I would like to go home please."
"Come on then," Dean pulled the angel near and planted a kiss on his lower lip.
"Whoa! Whoa! Hang on!" Lucifer snapped, pointing at Dean with an accusing finger. "You! Ain't ya gonna apologize to Cass!?"
Dean's green eyes widened in surprise, as did the three other men. Dean looked down at the angel, ready to speak.
"Its okay, Dean," Castiel said, quietly, not sure what to make of the devil's words.
"No, it ain't!" Lucifer snapped, his purple eyes flashing in fury, "You came here completely-"
"-Lucifer this ain't any of your business!" Bobby cut the devil through his ranting. "Castiel and Dean will deal with their issues on their own!"
"But-"
"-mind your damn business!" Bobby growled.
"But-"
"-PUT A CORK IN IT!" Bobby roared.
Lucifer, for a moment looked ready to argue, but then with a deep breath he spoke, "Fine. I'm gonna go get a coke, see ya later Castie."
"Goodbye Lucifer, and thank you," Castiel smiled, Lucifer waved him off as he disappeared out the room.
"What did he call him?" Sam murmured.
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"Dean, I can walk," Castiel grumbled when Dean cradled him in his arms and led him up to the front door of their home. Dean grinned as Sam snorted behind them.
"I know, but in a few months you'll be too fat to carry," Dean grinned. Castiel glared at him, "I'm just kidding. Come on, I'll take you-"
"CASS!" Ben's screeching voice came from inside before the door was almost thrown of the hinges and Ben bolted out. Castiel wriggled until Dean let him down just in time to envelop the child in an embrace. "Don't ever do that again! You gave me a heart attack!"
"I apologize, father," Castiel joked, smiling slightly. Sam and Dean looked at each other with raised brows.
"S'Ok," Ben grinned as Castiel ruffled his hair, before he headed of inside. The child looked up at his father, who seemed to be avoiding the child's eyes before he walked after the angel.
"I'll get your bed ready Cass," Dean said some what casually. Ben looked at his father's retreating back his shoulder's slumping down in misery.
"It's okay Benny," Sam said, in a soft voice as he rubbed the youngster's shoulders. "Dean's just not good with words; give him some time, okay. I think he is angry and embarrassed with himself so just be patient. If he doesn't talk to you by tomorrow morning, then I'll have a word with him okay."
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An uncomfortable silence filled the air of their bedroom, as Castiel ruffled the sheets around him and Dean scrambled around the room, aimlessly. Both felt rather awkward with one another which was not something the pair had ever felt, (Especially not in their own bedroom.)
Dean breathed out as he opened the wardrobe and pulled out one of his grey shirts. He quickly changed before he faced his angel with a confused gaze. "Uh- I- I'm sorry Cass, I feel like an idiot! The way I treated you, the things I said, how I treated Benny. I was a complete dickhead!"
"It's alright, Dean," Castiel said, softly when Dean knelt beside him on the ground, his shoulders propped up on the bed. "I'm tired Dean, perhaps we can talk more tomorrow. You should talk to Ben; he was quite confused and troubled. I believe he still is."
Dean's breathe hitched for a moment, but then he nodded. The angel was right, the kid deserved an apology, "Yeah, you're right. I might go talk to him now."
Castiel nodded, before he slid down under the covers, and yawned lightly. Dean planted a gentle kiss on his forehead before he left the room and walked across the hallway to a dark brown wooden door covered in images of Miley Cyrus, Angelina Jolie and Halle Berry. Dean shuddered at the image of Miley; the boy was a fan of the actress, but often would explain, 'I don't like her or her stupid show, but she's hot.'
Of course, her annoying voice was heard every Saturday morning from Ben's room. Castiel and Sam thought the crush was cute. Dean couldn't see it; to him she looked like a beaver. Personally, Dean favoured Halle.
He held his hand up, ready to knock but changed his mind. He walked away, his hand by his side.
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Inside Ben was lying flat on his tummy on the ground, colouring slowly in a Lightning McQueen activity book that Sam had got him for his birthday as a joke early in the year. He was halfway through when he heard faint footsteps outside his room. He quickly pushed the book under his bed followed by his pencil tin when the footsteps slowly faded. He pulled the book back out, as began to colour in. Had it been Dean wondering outside, he might take the only thing that kept Ben from peeling of the wallpaper from his room.
He finally finished the page when some one knocked outside and pushed the door open. Ben gasped as he pushed the book and pencils under his bed again, his heart racing as his father walked in with a raised brow and a large card box box.
"What are you doing on the floor?" Dean asked as he placed the box on the boy's desk beside the lifeless computer.
"Nothing," Ben murmured, sitting up. Dean sat on his bed, his foot mere inches away from his colouring book. Ben swallowed hoping he wouldn't look under the bed. "I'm sorry dad; I didn't mean to make you-"
"-Its okay Ben," Dean smiled, ruffling the kid's hair. "I over reacted like some kind of drill sergeant. Sounded like my bloody dad! I guess its true; Angelo told me you start to sound like your own parents when you have kids… I guess Cass will sound like J.C, hey Benny?"
The youngster giggled as he pulled himself up on his bed beside his father,
"Any way, Ben, I'm sorry, okay, you didn't deserve any of that," Dean said, "You're a great kid, and I'm proud you're my boy."
Ben swelled up with pride as he embraced his father happily.
"Hey, dad, uh…" the boy wandered off, biting his lips. "Are you and Cass okay? You're not gonna leave again are you. Or Cass?"
"No, not leaving again," Dean assured, after the heart attack he just had today, no thanks. He wasn't putting himself or Castiel through it again, even if it meant talking, exploring emotions and friggin chick-flick moments.
"And you won't fight with Cass again?" Ben asked, pleadingly.
"Not if I can help it," Dean said, softly. "Look, Ben, you need to understand that sometimes people don't always agree on things. Cass and I didn't agree about something to do with your brother or sister and well, I was an idiot and I hurt him. I'm sure your mum had a few partners-"
"-Just one and she dumped his ass because he was a dick," Ben replied, his eyes narrowing. Dean raised a brow, and quickly Ben added. "I don't want to talk about it."
"Alright," Dean said, rubbing the boy's shoulder affectionately as the boy looked rather angst-ridden all of a sudden. "If you ever want to tell me you can."
"Uh huh," Ben muttered, snuggling into his father's chest. "Thanks dad."
"Love you," Dean smiled, the words easily escaped his lips now; especially if they were directed at Ben or Cass.
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"Snap!" Lucifer called out, smashing his hand on the deck of cards.
"We're playing Poker," Bobby smirked, shaking his head. Bobby noticed that the cards, clearly did not match, one was the ace of spades and the other the queen of hearts.
"I don't wanna play Poker, I wanna play snap,"
"I ain't playing snap," Bobby said, bluntly.
"Why not? I don't wanna play Poker, its stupid, and it's boring and I wanna play Snap!"
Bobby looked at the devil humoured. "You don't know how to play Poker do you?"
Lucifer didn't reply, at first before he angrily snapped, "Well, I was in a fucking cage for two-friggin-thousand years! I didn't have a set of cards with me to practice!"
Bobby chuckled, "fine, we can play some good old Snap. But if I win, you clean up this dump first thing tomorrow morning."
"If I win you take me to a brothel!" Lucifer said excitedly.
"I ain't taking you to a brothel,"
"Why not? You can tag along; you probably need it more then me. Azrael told me about this bar called Fruit Flies…"
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The next morning, Dean mumbled as something snuggled deeper into his arms. He could feel the sun's rays just peeking through the blinds and after breathing in the smell of rain he realised it was Castiel snuggling near him. His eyes slowly fluttered open to be met with the brightest blue eyes staring up at him. He brought his hand up and gently stroked the soft stubble on the angel's face.
"Did you sleep well, Dean?" Castiel asked, sighing peacefully.
"Best sleep, I've have in the past few days," Dean smiled, his voice coarse with sleep. "Are you hungry? Lemme make you some breakfast in bed angel."
"That's sweet," Castiel nodded, "Uh; perhaps some Minties would be lovely."
"Err, what- Not sure we have Minties," Dean frowned, before his face perked up, "I'll go and get you some after breakfast!"
"Okay," Castiel nodded as Dean slid out of his bed and put on his jeans.
"Don't go anywhere," Dean grinned.
"I wouldn't dream of it," Castiel smiled back affectionately.
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Lucifer grumbled as he scrubbed the ground in the bathroom upstairs.
"Stupid Snap," he muttered, sneezing twice before he dropped the sponge back into the bucket of water. He grabbed a toilet cleaner and began to scrub the mouldy toilet with bleach. He stood up, rubbing his aching back.
"Why haven't you got gloves on?" Bobby asked, disgusted.
"Why haven't you cleaned this piece of shit in the last decade?" Lucifer growled, "It's fucking sickening!"
Bobby grinned, "Don't forget there's the toilet downstairs too, and the one outside in the laundry."
"What do I look like? Your own personal fucking toilet cleaner," Lucifer snapped.
"If you spent less time whining, you'd have been finished by now, boy," Bobby smirked.
"Stop calling me boy! I'm older then Gabriel by fifteen days!" Lucifer snapped, "And she's old!"
"You're not old anymore," Bobby said, pointing at the mirror, "no way in hell that body of yours is older then twenty years. By my standards, you're a boy."
"Not a boy," Lucifer pouted, gazing at his reflection He grinned, he was one hell of a handsome bastard. He turned back to Bobby, "Go fuck your self, you old-OW! OH GROSS! THAT'S DISGUSTING!"
Bobby used the toilet cleaner to whack him across the back of the head…
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Dean entered the kitchen with a rather goofy smile on his face, making his way to the fridge. Ruby sat eating a bar of yoghurt and muesli while reading the daily newspaper, her hand resting comfortably on her belly.
"Good morning," Dean grinned.
"Morning," Ruby replied, not looking up from the paper, as Dean opened the fridge and pulled out bread, bacon, and two eggs. He shut the door with his butt, before walking over to the kitchen bench where he began to make the toast and bacon and eggs.
"Where's Sammy and Ben?" he asked, as he fiddled with the oven and popped the bacon into a pan. Ruby looked up with a raised brow.
"It's 10, Dean, Ben's at school, learning," Ruby replied, "And Sam is also at school, teaching."
"Heh, slept in, about time too," Dean grinned, grabbing a cup from above his head. He turned back to the fridge and glimpsed at the images on the door held up by the ugly lady beetle magnets that Azrael had brought the family. The entire home was erected by the angels as a goodbye and good luck gift for Castiel and Dean. Each angel was given a simple duty to make the house homely. Of course, Azrael was being a dick, the lilac curtains with orange butterflies in Dean and Castiel's room looked hideous and much to Dean's disdain Castiel cherished them.
He placed the orange cartoon on the bench before he cracked open the eggs on the bacon. Dean grinned, breathing in and inhaling the smell of the two foods.
"Delicious," Dean sighed, blissfully. He hadn't realised it, but he was an awesome cook! Though Sam argued reheating frozen foods and canned foods didn't count. He poured some juice into the cup before he returned it to the fridge where he snorted at the new image that had appeared on the fridge. It was an image of Azrael and Raphael sliding down a slide, with Raphael's face contorted to one of horror while Azrael's was contorted to one of pain as Raphael was clutching onto his mullet in trepidation, his feet sticking out ludicrously out of the sides of the slid. "Heh, I remember that. Raphael thought he fell but really Joey pushed him."
"Don't remember," Ruby mumbled as Dean turned off the oven and tipped the bacon and eggs into a plate. He grabbed the hot toast and spread some raspberry jam on, Castiel's favourite before he pulled out another ugly gift from Azrael; a tray with four little kittens on it; Appropriately labelled underneath with the four archangel names. The black kitten with brownish yellow eyes for Uriel, while the smaller tortoise shell for Raphael, the bigger and bolder looking for Michael and the little white one with a red bow for Gabriel. Little hints of the angels existence was scattered all around the house, amusing the humans to no end.
Dean knew it was a way for the angels to comfort their brother, who for the first week or so seemed depressed and sullen without them. But after a couple of days he was out and about smiling and cheerful, Dean wasn't sure what had cheered the angel up, but he was glad Cass was back to himself again, since he was worried the angel regretted his choice.
Not to mention that was the second time they, well… you know.
Dean grinned and carried up the food to his beloved angel. He opened his door and grinned even more at Castiel who placed a bookmark in his book before he set it aside on the night table.
"Eggs and Bacon, with some jam toast and orange juice coming right up," Dean grinned, as he handed Castiel the tray.
"Mmm, jam smell good," Castiel grunted, in a cave man manner, before his face contorted, "Dean, I think you burnt the bacon or the egg, or both."
"What? No I didn't," Dean said, defensively. "Oh, wait, maybe its pregnancy thing. Here, I'll eat them."
"Okay," Castiel said, between mouthfuls of toast. "You make the best toast Dean, it's just perfect."
"Right, thanks Cass," Dean smirked, not pointing out the fact that it was simply toast. The angel finished the food rather quickly; skulled down his drink and set the tray down on the ground before he faced Dean who, like Cass earlier had a mouthful of bacon and egg. "Wazamata?"
"Nothing," Castiel smiled as he snuggled under Dean's arms, his head resting on the man's chest. His right hand slowly began to massage the man's inner thigh, emitting a low moan from the man. The moan grew louder as Castiel's hand moved closer and closer to Dean's crotch.
"Ohhh, Cass," Dean shuddered. "Lemme finish my-"
"Screw the baked beans!" Castiel cried, "Take me now!"
"Go- Jes-its bacon and eggs," Dean whimpered, his hips arching forward.
"Who cares!? They both give you gas anyway," Castiel growled, throwing the plate to the ground. It landed, fortunately, with out making a mess.
"They don't give me- Holy Apocalypse on toast!" Dean cried, as Castiel began sucking on Dean's lower lip.
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"Hmm, its true what they say about make up sex," Castiel panted, as he rested his head on Dean's sweaty chest. Dean groaned in agreement.
"Damn," Dean grunted, stroking Castiel's hair. "Love you."
"You mentioned that once or twice," Castiel smiled, "I missed you so much these past few days. It was wonderful to awake next to you again."
"You're telling me," Dean grinned, "Never leaving you alone like that again, I promise. If I do, may Azrael castrate me!"
"NO!" Castiel gasped, clutching at Dean.
Dean laughed, as he planted a kiss on the angel's lips. "Hey Cass. Has Ben ever mentioned his mum's ex or anything to you before?"
"Ex?"
"Partner," Dean said, "He said something about his mum's ex-boyfriend or something last night. Called the guy a dick, and I don't know, he just shut down, went all sullen."
"Oh, well no he hasn't said…" the angel drifted off, his lips pursuing as he thought back to a few months earlier. "There was this one thing, actually. I do not know if it is relevant, but he was rather upset about. It was just before Lucifer rose, the day the demons took me…"
The angel shuddered, and Dean reacted naturally tightening his grip on his angel, comforting him.
"He came back from that sleepover, very upset, and angry," Castiel said, "I remember him shouting that he didn't want my help, to leave him alone and that I wasn't his father, though I don't know why he said that, I know that. I wasn't sure what had upset him, and then afterwards it slipped my mind. I- I- they…"
"Hey-hey, I know Cass, it's alright," Dean assured, stroking the angel's hair. "Ben's a tough kid, he'll be okay. Don't worry, angel, when he's ready to talk he'll tell us okay."
"You're right," Castiel nodded.
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I forgot that my Easter is next week and not this week, so I had four days at home, saes Sunday since it was Palm Sunday. So you guys got this chapter early! It's the next one you have to wait for! At least there is no cliff hanger!
Did anyone noticed that I forgot to mention Ben's tantrum with Cass in Vessels epilogue… well, it was there for a bloody reason and then I forgot to type it up and it was part of the fudging plot too. You'll see why in the next chapter or the one after, it explains what happens to humanity after the apocalypse. Luckily I could blame Cass's problems for that, I forgot, so he forgot too! haha
Suicidalqueen- thanks, glad ur enjoying.
Secret Thought- I know how I am going to get rid of Ruby and create a bit of a plot besides Cass being knocked up! Yay! Haha, maybe I'll bring Anna into this and kill her off?! That will be fun!
Lenya Greenleaves- Yeah Dean's learning about a longterm stable relationship, he needs to anyway! Hmm, your right, Lucifer is a bit distrustful of anyone but himself. Hopefully Cass can change that.
Touch of the Wind- Lucifer is one of those people who you grow to like and then he does some thing that makes you think "OH COME ON!"
Pottingshedpixie- feel sorry for Luce now, cleaning toilets! Poor bastard! And YES he is developing a conscience, who is probably his own personal guardian angel driving him up the wall!
blackdoggy1: big time, Ben is MiniDean! If he really isn't Dean's kid, I'll eat my shoe! (The new ones of course, I ain't eating my old mouldy ones.)
FNK: I notice my stupid errors after I post them, for the life of me I cant see them before I do, and I don't do beta readers. But, I'm confused, what do you mean by an Aussie? Are you implying we are lazy, cause if you are… your right! HHAHHAHAHA! Actually, I update quick because I write everything at work and then type it up at home; I get my best stuff done at work…