A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's…though I wished I owned the guys…*sighs*
Dean was in shock over what Brooklyn said. She was pregnant…..With his child. The thought warmed his heart but then again his soul filled with fear and trepidation knowing Lucifer would come for Brooklyn and their child. No, he wasn't going to let that happen and he knew Castiel wouldn't either.
Now they were somewhere in Ohio stopped for the night. Dean finished cleaning his jacket seeing where Brooklyn had tried to do it for him. He smiled to himself as she had taken it upon herself to do it for him. Dean looked up seeing Brooklyn sleeping comfortably on the bed. Her stomach was flat showing no signs of the life growing inside. He wondered when it had happened knowing it wasn't when she returned as that had been a year ago.
Shaking his head, the hunter straightened up and turned around to find Castiel standing right behind him. Dean jumped and shook his head.
"Don't do that!" He shouted.
"Hello, Dean," the angel greeted Dean.
"Cas, we've talked about this," he waved a finger between them. "Personal space."
"My apologies," the angel backed off letting the hunter walk past him. His sharp blue eyes followed the hunter as he sat down on the bed opposite Brooklyn. Castiel watched as he dropped his jacket then dropped to his knees and lean over Brooklyn. Dean stroked her hair, pushing a few stray strands back. He closed his eyes and laid his weary head upon hers while continuing to card his fingers through her hair.
Castiel wished Gabriel was here to take part in the news as he had missed his daughter when she had left Heaven wondering if he would ever see her again. But had the night her human parents were murdered by Azazel in his quest to corrupt her soul. But then watched as she was raised by Markus DeTaurius becoming a hunter as her father David had been. The angel felt as if he was intruding on a private intimate moment and he didn't belong there. Castiel turned to leave but Dean called out to the angel of Thursday.
"Cas don't leave," he said lifting his head up. Castiel nodded and sat down on the empty bed as Dean went back to stroking her hair.
"Where's Sam?" Castiel asked. Dean was silent for a moment before responding with a heavy tone. "Me and Sam are taking separate vacations for a while."
Dean paused again before speaking up. "So have you found Him? And more importantly can I have my damn necklace back yet?"
"No I haven't found Him yet," Castiel sighed. "Which is why I'm here. I need yours and Brooklyn's help."
"In what finding God?" Dean snorted. Castiel could sense the human side taking over by the tone of his voice. "If that's the case then count us out."
"Dean it's not God I'm looking for. It's someone else."
"Who?" Dean finally looked up and over at the angel. "Raphael, the one who killed me," Castiel responded.
"Run that by me again? You mean to tell me you were ganked by Raphael? A teenage mutant ninja angel wasted you?" Castiel knew that was not the angel half talking but the snarky human side. Being human for so long had caused for Michael to adapt some rather undesirable traits and habits.
"Dean you know how powerful Raphael is and I have heard whispers of his presence on Earth. This is a rare opportunity as you well know."
Dean closed his eyes as the vision flooded his mind.
Raphael was the Healer and one of the most powerful of archangels. He was intrigued by the new creations his father made and watched as they thrived and prospered on the Earth. Raphael couldn't understand why Lucifer wouldn't pay respect or in the very least acknowledge them. No, he told him along with Michael and Gabriel he loved Father too much to allow anything else into his heart. But the archangels knew better. It was pride not love that was in control of Lucifer's heart and soul and he was not the only angel who shared the same sentiment. Azazel was one of the first of the lower angels who whispered into Lucifer's ear still angered over Michael preventing him from seducing Afriel. The angel saw this as an opportunity to seek vengeance against the Warrior.
The hunter slowly opened his eyes and looked to see Castiel casting a knowing look. It was as if the angel knew what had played out in his mind.
"Wow, talk about a stroll down Memory Lane," Dean whispered.
"This is why I need your help," the angel pleaded. "No angel would dare to harm you or Brooklyn. They all know who you are."
"So now I'm Thelma and you're Louise and we're gonna hold hands and sail off this cliff together?" Castiel sighed as that mouth of his fired off once again. He really would have to get used to that if he was going to stick around the pair. Dean just looked at the angel for a few moments before pressing his lips and nodding his head.
"Fine where is he?" He exhaled loudly.
"Maine," the angel simply answered. "Now let's go." He raised a hand to Dean and one to Brooklyn but Dean immediately jerked back out of range. "Whoa! Whoa! The last time you zapped me some place I didn't poop for a week! We're driving!"
Dean turned to wake Brooklyn up but found she was wide awake and looking at both of them.
"Raphael's here? Cas why didn't you tell us it was Raphael? We could've been hunting his ass down!" She hopped up but the angel gently sat her back down.
"Brook you need to take it easy," Brooklyn waved her hand at the angel. "Cas, I'm not a porcelain doll and in case you forgot I am an angel minus the mojo. I think I can handle myself."
Dean didn't say anything knowing not to challenge a pregnant woman as she would win time and time again.
Sam finished cutting the lemons and dumped the dishes in the sink. He had finished his list of closing duties and decided it was time for a badly needed break. The hunter spied the blonde girl throwing darts knowing she had watched him do the same earlier.
"Hey Keith do you play?" she called out.
"That depends," Sam answered to the name. "What are we playing for?"
"World peace," she quipped with a smile. Sam couldn't but help to smile back. "Oh is that all?" The girl approached him and leaned against the bar.
"Can I ask you something?" She turned to pull the darts out.
"Shoot," he shrugged his shoulders. "You finished that crossword puzzle in the kitchen?"
"Uh I guess why?" Sam asked. "The New York Times….Saturday crossword?" She handed over the darts.
"Was it?" Sam played innocent. "Uh huh, that one," she nodded. "You blow into town three weeks ago, don't say a word to anybody, you're obviously highly educated…..you're like this…" she struggled to find the words.
"Riddle wrapped around an enigma wrapped around a taco?" Sam finished. The girl smiled and twirled around to face the dart board. "Here's what we're playing for then. When I win, you buy me dinner and tell me your life's story."
"Sounds fair," Sam answered and took aim hitting the bullseye with every single dart. "Very mysterioso," she says with a hint of flirtation but Sam isn't paying attention. His attention is focused on the television.
"Locals say what started as hailstorm late this afternoon turned into massive lightning strikes that triggered the fire now consuming more than twenty acres here along the Route 17 corridor. County officials are telling all residents to prepare for what could be mandatory evacuations."
The bartender huffed and flipped off the television. "Damn is it just me or does it seem like the end of the damn world out there?" Sam just remained silent as he stood there. The end of the world was getting underway. He thought about his actions, leaving Dean and Brooklyn standing there in Colorado, confused and hurt over his sudden departure. But he felt as if he didn't belong with them, now knowing they were angels that were reborn. It was like something inside of him forced him to push them away, turn both of them out from his life. He didn't hate either one as they were the only real family they had left.
Sam decided to head back to his room after agreeing to his end of the deal. It was then his phone went off. He didn't bother to look at it and soon wished he had.
"Sam? Sam it's Brook. Please don't hang up."
"What do you want Brook?" Sam ran his hand over his face. Brooklyn exhaled on the other end.
"Where are you?" She asked.
"Why are you calling?" He found himself getting snippy with her.
"Dean's worried about you Sam that's why and I'm worried about you too. Just please let us come get you."
"No Brook, I can't," Sam knew she was getting upset as the silence on the other end turned deafening.
"Why?" She was choking back her tears with Dean and Castiel watching her beg Sam to tell them where he was.
"You're a damn angel so why don't you use that special powers of yours and come find me," Sam snapped the phone shut and stormed out. Brooklyn looked dumbly at the phone before closing hers and wiping the tears away with the back of her hand. She shook her head in anger ready to chuck the phone out the window. Castiel caught her wrist and wrestled the phone away from her hand.
"That isn't necessary Brook," he gently chided her but Brooklyn flipped him off and slumped back in her seat. Dean looked over at the angel through his rearview and offered a friendly piece of advice.
"Cas, if I was you I would just keep quiet. You still have a lot to learn about humans."
The angel squinted his eyes and titled his head reminding Dean of a child who didn't know why he was being reprimanded. He was only trying to help Brooklyn from destroying her phone. Surely she would've been angry later when the consequences of her actions hit her. He decided for now to keep quiet until he got a chance to speak with Dean alone. Brooklyn sighed and turned around seeing the angel look out the window. His eyes reflected traces of hurt and defeat and Brooklyn knew it was her fault.
"Cas," she reached over grabbing his hand. Castiel looked up at her noticing her eyes had watered back up.
"I'm sorry about biting your head off. It's these damn hormones and I know it's not an excuse," the angel flashed a tine smile and shifted forward towards the hunter. He carefully reached out and released her hand and replaced it against her cheek. Dean turned his head watching the angel closely but realized there was nothing further going on and relaxed back in his seat.
"Brook, I have much to understand about humans and realize I will make mistakes as I continue to discover more. I know you did not mean anything you did or said so don't be upset."
"I can't help it Cas," she sniffled. "It's not fair to Dean or you but it comes with the territory of being pregnant. In about 8 to 9 months I'll be as large as a house and about ten times worse on the hormonal scale but just know I don't mean any of it."
Dean smiled as Castiel nodded and slid back against the seat. Brooklyn turned around and scooted in closer to Dean feeling his arm slide around her waist and rest his hand over her stomach. He gently rubbed the smooth skin knowing soon she will start to show and the demons will take notice.
Lucifer hovered over Gabriel as the Messenger continued staring straight up. The Lightbearer sighed as he ran his hand down the archangel's neck and bare shoulder.
"Gabriel, why must you insist on fighting me? Can't you see I still love you? I never stopped even after I was cast down by Michael," Gabriel couldn't but help to pick up on the bitter end of Lucifer's words.
"You continue to remain so defiant and proud but then again you always were a thick skinned one. You protected your daughter with such a ferocity that even I envied her."
"Leave her out of this Lucifer," Gabriel rumbled. His green eyes darted to Lucifer showing the anger burning beneath the surface. Lucifer merely chuckled.
"There's that fiery passion I love so much," he leaned in gently pressing his lips to Gabriel's. Gabriel resisted but felt the walls crumble down as he slowly responded to Lucifer. He couldn't keep it in any longer as he took charge deepening the already heated connection between them. Gabriel jerked his hips upward wanting release but Lucifer pulled back and licked the archangel's swollen flush lips.
"Soon we will be together as it was always meant to be," he whispered. Gabriel growled in frustration as Lucifer left him hanging but the Lightbearer spun around on his heels and returned to the writhing angel.
"But I was never one to say no to you," he said in the silken seductive tone as his hands pulled the denim away and replaced the touch of the worn jeans with his wet hot mouth. Gabriel groaned and lifted his hips upward desperate for release. The need overpowered all other senses as the feel of his lover against him drove the Messenger towards release. The waves shuddered through his body as the hot thick ropes exploded within the other. Gabriel groaned Lucifer's name heralding him back to when they would lie locked together in the fields kissing caressing and thrusting. He didn't want to confess to how greatly he missed that, the way Lucifer would gently run his tongue around his body or how he would whisper with a thick seductive tone that drove him wild with lust and need. But Lucifer sensed what ran through his mind and smiled as he took everything Gabriel gave him.
That's it….give in to me…. Gabriel nodded at the words in his mind letting the influences in.
Wow that was long chapter.....Well next update soon.....I didn't forget about Gabriel