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So... Yeah. I disappeared. :'( Sorry. I had loads of crap to deal with in my life. Lots of shit. :/

~PeaceLoveandSerenity~


Convincing me to go back to his house was a challenge. I didn't want to go anywhere near that place - particularly not if that bastard was going to be there. I don't know what I'd do if I saw him, I honestly don't. There'd be no containing myself.
Their house was tiny, barely even a house at all. Dean unlocked the front door, looking positively humiliated that he was letting me in here; and I could understand why. There were beer cans littering the floor, pizza boxes stacked high, and I felt ill at the smell. Sam curled his lip, covering his nose with his free hand. "Dean..."
He nodded silently in response, ushering us forward. "You get up to bed, Sammy. I'll clean up his mess."
"I'll help." I offer, kissing Sam's lip tightly. He shook his head, wrapping his arm around me as best he could.
"No." He insisted, nuzzling his face into my throat. "No. Stay with me." He breathed softly.
"I-" I cut myself off with a nod. "Okay." I didn't dare voice my worries; that Lucifer would be worrying about me, that he'd have told Gabriel and that now Gabe would be worrying about me, and that Michael would just be his usual, I'm-the-guardian-what-I-say-goes self, and he'd be grilling Lucifer for information about where I am. And Lucifer would be winding him up ceaselessly. Sam's eyes met mine, and he nodded quietly.
"... Would they let us sleep there? Me and Dean?" He asked slowly, timidly. I blinked in surprise, then smiled briefly and held his hand.
"They will... When I tell them I'm gay." I chuckled. His eyes widened in surprise, and I grinned. "My oldest brother doesn't know. He's too... Traditional. And I've never had a reason to tell him." I wrapped my arms around him slowly, carefully. "But now I do. I have you." I whispered in his ear lightly. He beamed in response to that, turning his head to kiss me gently.
"And I have you." He breathed in response.

My breath kept catching in my throat, nervous and uncertain and excited all at the same time. Lucifer opened the door, and, surprisingly, threw himself at me, his arms around my neck. A moment later, when he drew back, my eyes latched on to the redness around his eyes.
I blinked in surprise, stunned into a momentary silence. "... Have you been crying?" I asked softly, eyes wide. He shrugged, wiping his eyes.
"I was worried about you." He replied quietly, more serious than I'd ever seen him - before today, at least. "I had no idea where you were going, or when you'd be back. It's gone 11, Castiel." He breathed, then his eyes lighted on the two guys behind me, carrying holdalls, one of whom had their arm in a sling. "... Is this the guy that's been occupying my little brother?" He asked softly, his gaze resting lightly on Sam, his arm in particular.
I nod in response, wrapping my arm around Sam's waist. "Yeah... This is Sam. And his brother, Dean. Luci... They need somewhere to stay." I looked up at him timidly, begging him silently. He nodded, not even needing to speak - he just stepped back, holding open the door.
"I'll share a room with Gabe." He said, ruffling my hair as I passed.

I carried Sam's bag up the stairs, followed by Dean with his, and Sam bringing up the rear. Michael was waiting in the entrance to my door, his expression stormy. "You're a homosexual." He spat out the word, like the very mention of such a thing was dirty.
I just nod proudly, and glance back at Sam. "So is my boyfriend." I growled softly, my eyes dark. "I'm not asking your permission. I'm just telling you something I should have told you a long time ago." My eyes slipped past him, into the comforting, reassuring darkness of my bedroom. My gaze landed on the bed - the bed that I would later be sharing with Sam. The nervous excitement rippled through my stomach again, so I swallowed, and glanced back up at Michael. "It's almost midnight. Please just move so I can go to bed. So we can go to bed." I correct myself, glancing back at my Sammy. He paused, looking annoyed and embarrassed for me, then slowly moved out of the way.
"Get some sleep." He grumbled, a man of few words, as usual. "You look like you need it."
Michael slowly slinked off down the landing, mumbling to himself. My head turned, and I grinned at my boyfriend and his brother. "Dean... You're next door." I pointed. He nodded, wandering off, seeming dazed and disorientated in his new surroundings. I pulled Sam close against my chest, being gentle with his arm.
"You look nervous." He whispered, kissing my cheek gently. I smiled briefly and nodded, lacing my fingers with his.
"I am." I admitted quietly, pulling him into the dark seclusion of the room and shutting the door behind us. I didn't have anything planned for us to do tonight, and the way I moved him closer seemed to make that clear. He kissed my lips gently, helping me out of my clothes in the darkness. I was glad for the security, the privacy, that the darkness allowed me, and he seemed to be too, as I helped him out of his jeans and parted the sheets. He climbed in first, cradling his arm against his chest gently, lying with his back to me. In the near pitch-black, I could see the pale skin of his back, inviting me to come closer, to cuddle him until he fell into an easy, safe sleep.
My arms snaked around his waist, and I curled into him. He felt just right in my arms - perfect for me.
I rested my cheek against the back of his neck, feeling the way he moved in his sleep as he breathed, and drifted off into my own, dreamless sleep.