(Author's Note: I just want to warn you this chapter is ridiculously long – in fact, it's like two chapters in one – but it's the one you've all been waiting for. All your questions are finally about to be answered. And Sabriel smut is ahead! :) Please enjoy!)
After the glitter fiasco in the park, Sam was eager to get his archangel and their little girl back to a safe place. He wanted to get to their motel quickly, just in case other angels were planning to show up. And on the way there, Sam and Gabriel talked about their time apart from each other. Sam mentioned how Jessica made a rainbow and what Jude did at the laundromat, and Gabriel told Sam about the dangerous volcano at Yellowstone and how beautiful the Indian sunrise was. Talking to Gabriel was always so nice. Watching his golden eyes light up with amazement and hearing the playfulness in his voice made Sam feel warm and comfortable. He didn't realize how much he missed Gabe until he had the guy back again. And now that they were finally together, Sam was determined to avoid anymore drama.
But when the Impala arrived at the motel, Dean hit them with another bombshell. According to the oldest Winchester, God had visited Dean and Jude while everyone was away. God himself – dressed as Chuck Shurley – came to their motel room and talked them. Sam knew that Dean was telling the truth because the dude looked visibly shaken up. His eyes wandered aimlessly and his arms refused to uncross. Sam had never heard such surprise and awe in his brother's voice before; such utter consternation and humility. Dean was treating the situation like a horribly traumatic experience – but the news made Sam feel relieved. Sam knew God was real! He had prayed to him all along, hoping that he was somehow listening. Sam knew in his heart that there was a higher power out there pulling the strings on his life, making things happen for everyone around him. And hearing that God was real and keeping an eye on them? That was amazing!
"God?" Sam repeated in disbelief, feeling a small smile twitch on his own face, "Chuck Shurley is God? Are you serious?!"
"As a freaking heart attack," Dean nodded, swaying back and forth in his pajamas.
Behind Sam, Gabriel gave their daughter's forehead a kiss and put her down, letting her run to Jude and hug him. The archangel walked up to Sam's side afterward to give Dean a suspicious look.
"My dad? The same guy that appeared to ol' Moses in the form of a burning bush? He showed up here in a prophet's body? Uh, no. I don't buy it," Gabriel denied bitterly, crossing his arms and shaking his head.
Sam glanced down at the archangel in surprise. He thought that Gabriel, of all people, would be the most inclined to believe Dean's story. Wasn't he happy? Wasn't he excited to hear that his dad was still watching over them? When Gabe stated his very blunt opinion on the subject, Dean narrowed his eyes and tilted his head.
"Oh yeah?" the oldest Winchester challenged flatly, "Well, he told me to tell you to stop sending him junk mail because it clogs up his inbox..."
Sam held down a chuckle. He didn't know that God had an inbox, let alone junk mail. He figured that Dean was just messing with Gabriel to try and get him riled up – but a calm expression came across Gabe's face instead. His golden eyes softened and he glanced toward Castiel nearby, who shared a look of silent agreement with him. Sam studied the interaction, realizing that the bizarre statement actually affected Gabriel on some personal level. Sam was about to ask his archangel about the whole 'inbox' thing when his nephew's voice cut him off.
"Here's your bunny back, Jessie," Jude said, holding out the stuffed animal, "I kept him safe for you."
Jessica gasped dramatically and snatched her bunny out of his hand to hug it against her glitter-covered face. The little blonde girl seemed exceedingly grateful to have her favorite possession back.
"Fank you, Jude," she praised, hugging him again.
All four parents watched their children embrace for a second, admiring the affectionate way they patted each others' backs and held on tight. The glitter in Jessica's blonde hair shimmered in the motel light and it wasn't long before someone noticed.
"I've been meaning to ask," Dean muttered, glancing between Jessica and Sam, "Why are you guys covered in sparkles? Did you have a surprise party in the park or something?"
Sam let out a hollow laugh, high-pitched and full of dread. Surprise party? Yeah, it was a real surprise alright...
"Far from it," the younger brother said, dusting some of the glitter from his jacket sleeves, "Turns out Gabe never sent any messages. They came from the angels."
"Angels?" Cas repeated, stepping closer with a look of concern.
"Yeah. Three of them showed up. And they..." Sam's voice trailed off and he gulped, remembering all of the terrible thoughts that went through his own mind when he talked with them, "... wanted to take Jessica."
Both Dean and Cas's mouths fell open in horror. The stunned looks on their faces made Sam cringe internally. Their disgust and outrage was well-founded, but it made Sam feel guilty again. Because he almost let it happen...
"And I turned them into glitter!" Jessica announced proudly, spinning around to smile up at her uncles.
The disturbed expressions on Dean and Cas's faces gradually shifted into pure shock as they looked back up to the little girl's parents. Dean's eyes in particular traveled all over Sam's head and shoulders, examining the shiny powder with revulsion.
"So you're... covered in angel remains?!" Dean assumed with a grimace.
"Angelic vessel remains, actually," Gabriel casually corrected.
Sam sighed and closed his eyes in defeat. His day had been obscenely eventful; ranging from happy reunions and fun family time, to unexpected road trips and down-right horrifying encounters. Part of him wanted to walk away from the group, crawl his weary ass into bed, and just fall asleep so that he could end this day for good. He also wanted to cuddle Gabe, Jessica, and Dickie for awhile and let their small family unit heal his unseen wounds. But the bigger and more logical part of Sam knew that he needed to take a shower; to cleanse himself of the 'angelic vessel remains' sprinkled all over his body, and wash away the painful stress weighing him down. Sam needed a moment to be alone and clear his head.
"Okay," he breathed, opening his eyes again to glance around at his family, "You know what? I, uh... I need to get in the shower. Gabe, you've got Jess, right?"
Sam was walking away before he even got an answer, leaving Gabe without a choice but to watch their daughter. The man grabbed his duffel bag on the way to the bathroom, not pausing to stand or turn around until he was alone inside the room. Once the door was shut, Sam took a deep calming breath and gazed at the damp towels and stray clothes all over the tiled floor. For the first time in a long time, Sam was physically alone. But his constant storm of thoughts kept him company against his will.
The man was functioning on autopilot as he went about starting his shower. He undressed and turned on the water at a zombie-like pace, staring blankly at all the wet toys in the bottom of the bathtub. He was silently trying to figure out how Chuck Shurley could be God. Was Chuck playing God the whole time? Or was God just using Chuck as a vessel, like an angel? And how could Jude see him when no one else could? Did Jude have some kind of super power? If Jude could see God and Jessica could see the future, what kind of extraordinary lives were they going to have? Were the new generation of Winchesters going to impact the world on an even bigger scale than their fathers?
When Sam finally stepped under the warm cascade of water and pulled the plastic curtain closed, he was mentally reliving what happened at the park. Thinking about those angels – angels who actually had Jessica's best interest in mind; who only wanted to help her succeed – made Sam sick at his stomach. Even though Gabe was able to comfort him at the time, Sam still felt like total crap. He had almost given his daughter away! What kind of terrible parent ever considered giving their own child to other people? Sam recalled the panic in Jessica's voice when she woke up to see the angels who wanted to take her. Jess had asked Sam days in advance not to let them take her! And he still thought about it! Ugh, he was such a bad parent!
While Sam beat himself up emotionally, he started to slowly wash his body. The entire bottom of the bathtub was filled with purple glitter in no time, pooling around Jude and Jessica's bath toys and streaming toward the drain with the water. Looking at the shiny aftermath of his daughter's handiwork made Sam cringe again. Gabe was right. The glitter seemed harmless on the surface, but it was actually kind of disturbing. Human vessels reduced to crafting supplies by a three-year-old? That sounded like something straight out of the Twilight Zone. Sam nudged the edge of Jude's plastic boat with his foot as he washed his hair, clearing a path for the glitter to escape down the drain. Before he met Gabe, Sam never would have imagined that his life would be so full of weird and unexpected situations like this...
It took some time, but Sam eventually finished scrubbing the glitter out of his hair and off his skin. He subconsciously decided to stay in the shower for a while longer, just to take advantage of the alone-time and beat himself up some more. The sound of warm water pouring from the faucet was his only companion – until he heard a sudden 'whoosh' and felt cold air race up his back.
Sam jumped and spun around in the tight space to see his golden archangel suddenly staring back at him. Gabriel had popped into the shower with Sam and was now standing – fully clothed – among the bath toys and glitter, getting wet from the droplets spraying from Sam's shoulders. Gabe's amber eyes were large and full of excitement now, like a child standing in front of a giant candy bar.
"Sammy," Gabe breathed with a grin, reaching out to clutch both of Sam's wet biceps, "Dean and Cassie agreed to keep an eye on our rabbit for fifteen minutes. They're giving us fifteen minutes to be alone together! Do you know what that means?!"
Sam blinked down at his archangel in surprise, feeling his entire naked body shudder with delight under the stream of water.
"S – sex," he breathed, slowly reaching up to grab handfuls of the front of Gabe's moist shirt, "Holy shit, we get to have sex!"
Gabriel nodded feverishly before letting go to snap his fingers together. The sound echoed around the bathroom – and all the clothing vanished from the archangel's body. Gabe was suddenly standing completely naked in front of Sam, bare torso and limbs unabashedly on display. Sam's eyes immediately dropped to absorb the heavenly sight, searching Gabe's hairy chest, thick thighs, and of course his growing dick. The thing was already pumping to life between his short legs, bouncing around as if it was waving excitedly at Sam. It had been so long since Sam last saw Gabriel's naked body. And apparently, Gabriel felt the same way about Sam's, because as soon as they were both nude, Gabriel ran his wet hands up and down Sam's tense abs and pecs as if the man was made of gold.
"Damn, kid, you're like a work of art," he sighed, his breath already hitching with anticipation, "I still can't believe you're all mine."
A tiny squeak escaped the depths of Sam's throat. He was a sucker for Gabriel's silver tongue, especially when it spoke such loving poetry. After waiting patiently for almost two whole months and enduring the painfully constant need to touch Gabe's body, Sam was finally able to let himself pull his archangel close and slide a hand down to cradle Gabe's warm crotch. Tingles and chills flourished through the man's body when he heard and felt Gabriel's moan reverberate all around him. Their mouths came together in a hard collision afterward, muting their voices and making their noses work overtime to breathe. Oh God, Gabe's dick was so hard in Sam's grasp. Gabriel wanted to have sex so badly, and the thought alone made Sam's own cock start to throb.
Knowing they only had fifteen minutes, Sam wasted no time sliding both hands around Gabriel's warm torso and lifting him up to turn around. Sam's intention was to press Gabe's back against the wet wall of the shower so that the guy could bounce up and down more easily. But when Sam went to move closer to the wall, he accidentally slipped on a soapy bath toy – and fell backward with Gabe in his arms. The man gasped and grabbed onto the shower curtain, hoping it would help break their fall. But the thin plastic sheet tore away from the metal rod one hook at a time, filling the room with a fast 'clink, clink, clink, clink'! Sam and Gabriel toppled out of the bathtub and landed in a heap on the bathroom floor, both wet, naked, and brandishing shiny erections. Sam scrambled to sit up and observe his archangel, worried that he had accidentally hurt him.
"Shit, Gabe, are – are you okay?" Sam asked, unable to stop himself from staring at his boyfriend's raging boner.
"No, I'm not okay! I'm horny as hell! Get over here and fix it," Gabriel grumbled, yanking Sam back into his embrace.
A long 'mmm' hummed from behind Sam's tongue as it wiggled its way back into Gabe's sweet-tasting mouth. He hovered over Gabe on the floor while they kissed, shifting around to burrow his hips between Gabriel's moist thighs. Oh God, Gabe was so hard. Sam could feel the archangel's dick with his own when he bucked against him, all the veins thick with blood and muscles tense. The man had to release Gabe's mouth so that he could pant, finding it difficult to even breathe properly when he was so aroused. He slipped his lips down the side of Gabe's neck instead, pecking his body with rushed sloppy kisses as he made his way downward.
"Dear sweet daddy above," Gabe groaned, tangling his fingers in Sam's hair, "This is better than I ever expect – Ahhh!"
The archangel's sentence morphed into a beautiful cry of approval when Sam's mouth swallowed his dick. The man bobbed his head along Gabe's solid hot shaft a few times, enjoying the sound and sight of his partner's pleasure. Usually, Sam wasn't too fond of sticking a dick in his mouth, but this was long overdue. Sam wanted to please Gabriel just as much as he wanted to get off for himself. And watching one of heaven's most beautiful and powerful archangel's writhe and whimper beneath him made Sam's dick practically stand at attention.
"Ahhh... Damn... I never knew a moose could give such amazing head," Gabe panted with a smirk, tugging on Sam's wet hair.
The man hummed in agreement before raising up again, freeing his mouth to breathe and replacing it with his fist. Sam stroked Gabe's dick with one hand and slipped a finger between the archangel's ass cheeks with his other, prodding the guy's warm hole while he looked around. Sammy was subconsciously searching for some kind of lubricant because he knew he would need some to penetrate Gabe's ass. But what could they use from around the bathroom? Lotion? Soap? Shampoo? None of that seemed very safe.
"Here," Gabriel said.
Sam glanced down to see the archangel wave a hand and make a tube appear out of thin air. Gabe tossed the small container at Sam, who caught it against his bare chest and looked down to read the label. It was a name brand water-based lubricant. And the tube itself was half empty as if it had been used before. Sam paused to give his boyfriend a questioning look.
"I found it in the Impala's glove box," Gabe explained, "Now what are you waiting for? Lube me up! Let's go!"
Although Sam knew on some level that this lubricant probably belonged to his brother and Cas, he immediately put it to use anyway; popping open the lid and squirting a generous amount onto his fingers. He tossed the container across the floor and brought the dollop of lube to Gabe's hole afterward, running it between his cheeks and sliding a single finger inside. Gabe whimpered loudly at the sensation, rocking his hips against the flat shower curtain beneath him and making his hard dick wobble around. Sam stroked his own stiff cock with his other hand, lubing it up for launch too.
"S – stop teasing me, Sam," Gabe begged in a breathless whisper, "Just give it to me. I can't wait anymore."
That was all it took. After hearing Gabe's sincere plea, Sam's mind was gone and his body started running the show. He shifted around in his knees to bring his wet dick to Gabe's warm entrance. With a bit of maneuvering and a tiny thrust, Sam was finally gliding inside; merging their bodies together for the first time in ages. Gabriel sighed with a high-pitched 'ahhh' as Sam slid into him, sounding relieved and aroused all at once. Sam couldn't stop the tiny moans from falling out of his own mouth. God, Gabe was so tight. He felt so good. And he smelled so good. And he looked so good. Sam loved him so much...
"Mmm, Gabe," Sam huffed in desperation, taking hold of the archangel's thighs and slowly easing in and out of him, "I – I love you so much."
Another sound squeaked from Gabe's throat as he reached up to pull Sam's face downward. The archangel kissed the man's lips as they moved, making the pheromones and chemicals rush through Sam's whole body.
"I love you, Sammy-boy," Gabe breathed, letting his head fall back against the wet shower curtain, "Ah, I forgot how big you are... G – give it to me... Shit, I want it so bad... Don't hold back..."
Sam immediately catered to his archangel's wishes. He braced both of his knees against the bathroom floor and let Gabriel have it. He thrust as hard as his muscles would let him, burying his cock so deep inside Gabriel's hole that his balls pressed flat against the guy's ass. Gabe's fingers scraped hard lines across Sam's back as he moaned, filling the silent bathroom with the amazing melody. Sam couldn't stop thrusting, now. His hips were moving in a blur, bringing him closer and closer to sweet, sweet orgasm...
"Ahh, yeah," Sam cried, panting into Gabe's open mouth.
The man blinked down at the archangel's pretty face as he hammered into him, admiring his wet lips, damp blonde hair, and wide golden eyes. Gabriel was so damn handsome; so gorgeous and petite. And he was so loving. Sam didn't know where he would be without Gabe's constant playfulness and encouragement. Emotions swirled inside Sam's pounding heart, fueling the erection that was currently penetrating Gabriel's warm body. Sam had never experienced so many feelings during sex before. He never knew that sex could be so damn emotional; so extremely meaningful.
"H – Harder, kid," Gabe begged, his eyebrows curving with lust, "Oh shit, I'm about to cross the finish line..."
One of Sam's hands fell between Gabriel's open thighs to take hold of the archangel's erection again. Gabe let out a throaty gasp when Sam started to pump it, seeming surprised and eager. Sam stroked Gabe's dick as fast and tightly as he would his own, wanting to give Gabriel all the pleasure. Gabe rocked right along with Sam's thrusting motions, clinging to the man's face and hair with trembling hands.
"Holy moose on a Tuesday! Ah! Yeah! Right there!" Gabe shouted, letting his golden eyes roll back, "Yes! Sam! Ahh!"
Snow-white semen burst from the tip of Gabriel's cock, painting both of their stomachs and chests with wet ribbons. Gabriel was slurring nonsense and rapidly blinking his honey eyes, momentarily possessed with pleasure. Sam groaned passionately while he choked the archangel's dick with a clinched fist, feeling an orgasm start to swell up inside his own balls. Just watching Gabe turn into a blubbering, ejaculating mess shot Sam to the edge.
"Argh, Gabe! Yeah!" the man cried, thrusting with all he had.
Orgasm exploded through Sam's body, making his limbs shudder and his cock pulse. Sam was barely aware that he was still thrusting into Gabe's ass because he was too busy moaning loudly and feeling himself release. It felt like the semen was just pouring out of him; held back for so long that it couldn't wait to be free. And it felt so good. Coming inside Gabriel was the greatest experience ever.
The man bucked and rocked into his archangel's body until he ran completely out of steam. Sam physically collapsed on top of Gabe afterward, unable to even remain on his shaking knees. And Gabriel welcomed him with open arms, hugging him horizontally to smear wet kisses over his bare shoulder. Sam laid there for a minute and just blinked; listening to the shower run behind them and feeling the archangel's heart pound directly under his own.
"Damn," Gabe breathed, sounding drunk with pleasure, "That was... amazing."
Sam nodded against the side of Gabe's head in agreement. Hell yeah, that was amazing. The best damn sex Sam had ever had. He slowly brought a hand up to touch Gabe's blonde hair, tangling his long fingers in the damp golden strands. His breathtaking orgasm had deeply affected his mood and all he wanted to do now was cuddle Gabriel close and never let go. Sam carefully raised his head again to bring his mouth against Gabe's, wanting to taste his sweet lips.
A tiny 'woof' came from their left.
Sam and Gabe both opened their eyes and rolled their heads toward the sound to see Dickie across the room. The dog was just sitting calmly near the wall in his bow tie, staring at his owners with his head tilted as if he was curious to know why Sam and Gabe were wet and doing it on the floor. Sam was a little surprised to see Dickie in the bathroom. How the hell did he even get in here? The door was locked! Gabriel sighed dramatically underneath Sam.
"Enjoying the show?" the archangel spat.
Dickie only wagged his tail in response. Sam shook his head before lowering it back to Gabriel's neck. At this point, he didn't care who was watching. He just wanted to soak up as much alone time with Gabe as he possibly could.
"Well," Gabe purred, running his hands up and down Sam's huge bare back, "I'd say we've got about... eight more minutes. Wanna make 'em count?"
"I am making them count," Sam slurred against Gabe's skin as he softly raked his fingers through the archangel's golden hair, "I'm not gonna let you go until our time is up."
A small chuckle was Gabe's only reply. He tilted his head to the side a bit, allowing Sam more access to his throat and collar bone. Sam was telling the truth. Until someone interrupted them, he wasn't going to stop kissing and cuddling his archangel. He had waited for this for too long. Gabriel mostly laid still and let Sam kiss him in silence, seeming lost in thought. But he eventually took a large breath and brought his eyes back to Sam's face.
"Sam," he began in a serious tone, "I know this is probably a bad time to talk about it, but... I think Dean and Jude really did see my old man."
Sam met his archangel's stare, seeing hopefulness buried deep inside the amber hues. When Dean told them about Chuck, it seemed like Gabe didn't believe the story. Sam could tell that he didn't think his father actually came to visit. But did something change Gabe's mind? What made him believe it all of the sudden?
"What do you mean?" Sam gently prompted, still petting Gabe's hair.
"When... When I heard that Dad left heaven, I actually spent some time looking for him," the archangel admitted, his cheeks turning pink, "I wandered and looked and scoured and searched and prayed and called out and yelled and begged and shouted... but I never found him. It was like he didn't want to be found, and that really pissed me off. So, one day, I finally sat down and I said..." Gabe paused, swallowing hard as he stared up into Sam's eyes, "I – I said I was going to clog up his inbox with junk mail until he answered me..."
A smile slowly stretched across Sam's lips as he gazed into his archangel's face. It seemed like God had been listening to Gabriel all along. Moisture started to pool in Gabe's eyes the longer they stared at each other. And Sam wanted to comfort his archangel and let him know that it was okay to get emotional over his Dad – but a teeny-tiny knock came from the bathroom door.
"Papa?" Jessica called quietly, her voice muffled, "Daddy? Can you come out now?"
Sam and Gabriel both exhaled sighs of defeat, realizing that their time alone was officially over. Now, that the fun had ended, they had to go back out and be parents to their beautiful baby girl and help Bobby with his portal again. Life had to keep going, no matter how much they wanted to stay wrapped in each others' naked arms.
"Yeah. We're coming, baby rabbit," Gabe promised sweetly.
The archangel started shifting out from under Sam's body, so Sam helped him, raising to his knees to free Gabe from the floor. When Gabriel finally got to his feet, Sam grabbed his small hand to reclaim his attention.
"Gabe," the man said, giving him the most comforting look he could muster, "I'm... I'm glad your dad finally answered you."
Gabriel's fingers instantly curled tighter around Sam's as they stared at each other. The archangel looked genuinely touched by Sam's small statement. He bent over to bring his lips back to Sam's mouth, giving the man another loving and passionate kiss.
"Me too, kid," he agreed, his golden eyes glancing downward, "Now toss some clothes on that gorgeous body of yours so we can go tuck our glitter-maker into bed."
Everyone in the Winchesters' motel room slept peacefully that night. Jude and Jessica snuggled between their respective parents and barely stirred, seeming relaxed and grateful to have their papas back. It didn't take Sam long to fall asleep either. Once he was in bed with an arm around his beloved archangel and their daughter, he was down for the count. But the next morning came bright and early, starting with a wake-up call from Bobby. The old man was eager to get the portal done and wanted everyone up and ready to go by nine o'clock. So after squeezing in their first round of coffee, the Winchesters got their babies feed, dressed, and prepared for the trip to South Dakota.
Sam was under the impression that they would be driving to Bobby's house in a caravan. But when everybody met outside at the Impala, the old man suggested that the angels just fly them there to save time and money. Dean and Cas were a little hesitant to go with his plan, because they knew flying made Jude uncomfortable. But with a little more coaxing, Bobby convinced them that it was a better solution and the guys reluctantly agreed. Jude wasn't very happy about the thought of being zapped to Bobby's house, of course. He climbed up Cas's torso and buried himself inside the angel's trench coat before take off, refusing to look up from his papa's chest. The flight itself was over in seconds, but Jude still ended up crying a little bit; scared by the sensation. Luckily, Jessica was able to help him calm down with a gentle hug and he eventually recovered.
Once their children were settled and comfortable at Bobby's, the Winchesters followed the old man into his garage to see the exact spot he wanted to build the portal. He pointed out the space and dimensions and the adults went to work. Gabriel brought all the bricks to the garage and Cas got out the book to read the instructions while Sam and Dean helped stack them up. Spices and dead flowers had to be sprinkled between each brick before placement. And when the two columns reached twenty-five blocks high on each side, the rest were stacked toward the middle, creating a perfect arch. The brick in the very center had to have blood poured over it, which Gabriel stole from a blood bank. And once everything was in place, Cas stood in front of the arch and read the Latin phrase from the book.
But nothing happened.
The archway remained empty, even after Cas read the phrase twice. For a moment, all the guys stood around and stared at the structure they just made, wondering why it wouldn't work. Even Sam was stumped. They had followed the directions exactly, right down to the very last percentage. Why wouldn't the portal open?
"Are you boys sure you did it right?" Bobby snapped, lifting the bill of his hat up with his thumb.
"Singer, we've read that stupid book a hundred times," Gabriel said wearily, "We did everything correctly. I don't know why it's not opening. Maybe its broken from the other side."
"Lemme see that," the old man grumbled, snatching the book out of Cas's hand.
Bobby stomped over to stand by the open garage door and read in the sunlight, convinced that the guys had done something wrong. In the meantime, Sam sighed and looked among the rest of his family, hoping that one of them might have an answer.
"Perhaps it is a good thing that the portal refuses to open," Cas mentioned quietly, glancing at Jude and Jessica who were playing with Bobby's dogs across the room, "It doesn't seem very appropriate for the children to watch their fathers walk into hell."
"I agree," Gabriel spoke up, giving Sam a worried look, "I mean, why do you two have to go with him? Bobby's a big boy. He can take care of himself."
"It's hell, Gabe. We can't let Bobby go there alone," Sam reminded as gently as possible, "Besides, what better way to teach our kids about the importance of the buddy system than by giving them an example?"
"Exactly," Dean added with a nod, reaching up to touch Cas's face, "Baby, don't worry. Sam and I have been there before. We can handle ourselves and we'll be back in an hour, tops."
Although Dean and Sam were trying to be as positive as possible, their angels still wore looks of hesitation. A moment of anxious silence passed by before Bobby walked back over to the group and held a page out.
"What's that scribble say about the blood stuff?" he asked, pointing to a handwritten note.
Gabe leaned over to take a look at the words, knitting his eyebrows together and scrunching his nose.
"Uh, something about fresh meat? Meat being alive? I don't know. Those old hags had terrible handwriting," he mumbled with a shrug.
"Fresh," Sam repeated, feeling a light bulb shine in his mind, "That's it. That's probably why it's not working. We need fresh blood. Living blood."
"So, somebody's gotta cut themselves open?" Dean assumed.
Before the guys could speculate what the text meant, Bobby reached into his pocket, pulled out a knife, and ran the blade across the palm of his hand. Sam and Dean gasped and jumped when they saw the red liquid pour out of Bobby's self-inflicted injury and drip on the floor.
"Whoa, Singer, what the hell?!" Gabe breathed in shock.
The old man didn't even flinch as he walked over to the black stone arch and slapped his wet hand on the middle brick. He smeared his own fresh blood over the rock, painting the entire thing bright red, before wrapping his wound up with a handkerchief from his pocket. He turned around to hold the book out to the guys afterward.
"Try it again," he requested bluntly.
Though he seemed a little confused, Cas took the book from Bobby and flipped to the page with the Latin on it. The angel cleared his throat and glanced between the paper and the arch in front of him as he read aloud.
"Et portae inferni iter ingredi morituram daemonum," Cas spoke fervently.
There was a distinct shift in the air after the last word reverberated off the garage walls. An icy chill raced through the area, making goosebumps rise on Sam's skin. Bobby and the Winchesters all stared hard at the stone arch in front of them, watching as the empty space in the center began to change. A red mist appeared at first; a crimson fog that infected the room with the scent of sulfur mixed with cinnamon. But then, the red mist disappeared – leaving a pitch-black void in its place. It was like looking into outer space without stars; a literal black sheet of nothingness. Sam swallowed nervously as he stared at the intimidating passage.
The portal to hell was officially open.
"Hmm," Gabe hummed, grabbing Sam's arm and leaning around him to eye the structure suspiciously, "It reminds me of a rabbit hole. Are you sure it doesn't lead to Wonderland?"
Before anyone could reply to Gabriel's sarcastic comment, a white streak zoomed across the floor in front of them. Sam had just enough time to recognize that the moving blur was Dickie – before the dog dashed head-first into the pitch-black void. Dickie ran into the portal like he was chasing tail; fearless and determined to get away.
"Dickie!" Gabe gasped, his voice hollow with disbelief and terror.
The sound of Gabriel's distress made Sam's instincts kick in. He was moving forward before he even had time to think about it. With steadfast resolve, Sam ripped himself out of Gabriel's grasp and sprinted into the portal after Dickie. He was solely focused on getting his boyfriend's dog back and saving him from the horror that was inevitably waiting on the other side. Sam had to rescue him! He couldn't let any demons harm Gabe's dog! Despite his family's fervent shouts of 'Wait!' and 'Sam, don't!', the younger Winchester threw himself into the void for Dickie.
To be honest, Sam wasn't exactly sure what to expect when he ran into the portal. In the back of his mind, he assumed that he would be greeted with the intense heat of hellfire and a swarm of blood-thirsty demons. Or that he would fall and keep falling forever, just like Alice from the story Gabe mentioned. But Sam was surprised to find that moving through the portal was like walking through a doorway instead. His boots instantly hit solid ground and he could see a dark hallway in front of him. It was like Sam had stepped into a huge silent castle – and Dickie was running loose down the corridors.
"Dickie!" Sam hissed, chasing after him.
With his ridiculously long legs, Sam was able to catch up to Dickie in three giant strides. The man instantly scooped up the dog and held him close to prevent him from wiggling away.
"Dammit, Dickie! What the hell were you thinking?!" Sam breathed in a harsh whisper.
Staring down at Dickie's large brown eyes and wagging tail made Sam realize the magnitude of what he had just done. The man was currently standing alone in hell, holding a dog with a bow tie collar. Sam had gone into hell without Dean and Bobby! Without even saying goodbye to Gabe or their daughter! Oh shit, Gabe was going to be so upset...
Luckily, the black void that Sam and Dickie came through was still visible in the dark hallway. The portal was still open, and it wasn't long before Bobby and Dean stepped out from the dark abyss. The two of them were both holding knives at the ready as they walked in and glanced around. As soon as they saw Sam, they made a B-line for him.
"Are you crazy, boy?!" Bobby whispered, sounding just as worried as Sam did earlier.
"I – I'm sorry. Dickie ran in and I had to save him," Sam tried to justify.
"Dude, Gabriel is beyond pissed," Dean mentioned lowly, shaking his head, "Cas had to hold him back from coming in after you."
Sam gulped. Oh, great. There was probably going to be a long lecture and a night in the dog house waiting for him when he got back to the surface. Before the Winchesters could utter another word to each other, a couple of shadows moved around them. Bobby, Dean, and Sam all backed away and shrank up against the stone walls of the hallway to avoid detection – but they were spotted anyway. A group of demons marched up and stopped to glance among them, eyes black as coal and faces set with surprise and fury.
"Winchesters," one growled, demonic voice sounding like broken rocks grinding together, "How did you get here?"
Bobby immediately stepped forward, rounding Dean to walk up to the demons. The knife in his hand lowered but his gray eyes were vibrant with rage and will power. Bobby was a man on a mission and nothing was going to stand in his way.
"It don't matter how we got here. All you need to know is that I came here to see your boss. And I'm not leaving until I do," the old man said, sounding as steady as a flowing river, "So you can either take me to him now and I'll leave on my own, or we'll see how many of you soul-suckers I can take down by myself. You ain't seen hell 'til you've seen me with no options."
The demons clearly didn't like taking orders, especially from a grumpy old egotistical hunter. But somehow, Bobby's little threat actually worked. The main demon gave a nod to the others.
"Take them to the throne room," he ordered.
Sam tightened his grip around Dickie as he felt a demon grab his arm and yank him forward. He, Dean, and Bobby were all physically escorted down a winding maze of stone hallways. Sam tried his best to memorize the route in his head so that they would be able to make it back to the portal, but the distant sound of echoing screams and souls being tortured made it difficult to focus. The scent of sulfur and cinnamon was thick in the air too, making him feel light-headed with every breath. Although he had never been a big fan of Crowley before, Sam was actually looking forward to seeing him. Any familiar face would be a welcome distraction in a place like this, no matter how evil he was.
The pack of demons made one final turn and a giant room came into view. More demonic guards were stationed at the entrance with blank faces and suits. Lit candelabras and onyx pedestals lined the far walls, each holding a trophy of some kind – including one that resembled a blue hat similar to Bobby's. Dozens of stone columns lined the edges of the area, accenting the long dark carpet runner that led straight to a classy-looking throne. The chair itself had a black velvet backing and sat high on a rock base, which made it high enough for the whole room to see from any angle. And Sam expected to see Crowley sitting there... but someone else was in his place.
It was a woman. A very short and petite woman, with fiery red curls and ruby lipstick. She was wearing a nice blue dress and sipping from a tea cup with a devilish grin on her face. Sam studied the small lady as he, Dean, and Bobby all slowed to a stop before the throne. Who the hell was she? And what had she done with Crowley?
"Ah, new visitors," she hummed in a thick Scottish accent, sitting up straight in her seat to give each of them a solid glance, "Such strapping young lads. So handsome and full of life. To what do we owe the pleasure, gentlemen?"
"Who the hell are you?" Bobby blurted, his voice tainted with worry and anger, "Where is Crowley?"
The woman lifted a delicate eyebrow in confusion as she placed her tea cup back on its saucer.
"Crowley?" she repeated calmly, her hazel eyes widening with realization, "Oh, you must be talking about Fergus..."
"Fergus?" Dean mumbled, scrunching his nose.
"Yes, he's the king. King of hell," she purred, pausing to glance away and sigh with a smile, "To think my sweet Fergus would be capable of ruling over such a powerful kingdom. He had the potential all along. He's so very resourceful. I do love him so..."
Sam gulped. Love? This woman loved Crowley? But, Bobby loved Crowley! That was the whole reason they came here! Sam spared a quick glance toward the old man at his side and could see that Bobby's face had gone pale. It seemed like the guy made the same connection because he looked utterly devastated. Was Crowley cheating on Bobby with this red-haired Scottish chick?
"You... uh..." the old man stammered, his tone cold and emotionless, "You love him?"
"'Course I do. Who wouldn't love a king? 'Specially one as handsome as he? Hmm. I just wonder where the wee devil got his good looks from," She mused, taking a sip and smiling to herself as if she'd told a funny joke.
Sam could tell that Bobby was becoming sadder by the second. His bearded face was slowly falling and his eyes were glazing over as he blinked at the red head. And it broke Sam's heart. Ugh, he hated seeing Bobby so upset! This wasn't fair! If Crowley had been cheating on Bobby with this bitch the whole time, then he needed to fess up!
"Where is Crowley?" Sam barked, trying to take up for his father figure.
The red haired lady opened her mouth to speak again, but her Scottish accent was cut off but the sound of a door closing in the distance. Everyone looked toward the right side of the room, where heavy footsteps started to make their way inside. Some quiet British bickering accompanied the noise – as Crowley himself slowly walked into view. The king of hell was carrying a small metal tray with a teapot and cookies on it and wearing a stubborn scowl.
"I swear on the head of the Catholic church," he grumbled, almost glaring at the woman in his throne, "if you ask me to fetch you another batch of cookies from the north of England just because they 'taste fancy,' I'm going to -"
Crowley stopped dead in his tracks when he raised his head to see everyone standing in his throne room. His brown eyes shot straight to Bobby in the middle and instantly filled with a warm glow of surprise. The tray slowly slipped out of his grasp and crashed to the floor, making the teapot shatter and cookies fall everywhere. Even from a single glance, Sam could tell that Crowley was actually excited to see Bobby again.
"R – Robert?" Crowley breathed, searching the old man affectionately.
A tiny smile appeared just beneath Bobby's beard as they shared a small stare. It seemed like the two of them were really happy to see each other again. The red haired lady gasped dramatically and put her tea cup down on the arm of the throne to stand up.
"Oh! So this is that 'Robert' fellow you won't stop fawning over," she smiled, searching up and down Bobby's entire form, "He does seem quite robust and virile."
"Enough," Crowley snapped.
"Strong and capable. Easy on the eyes as well," she continued anyway, flashing Crowley a smirk, "Have you taken him for a ride yet, Fergus?"
"Mother, please!" Crowley hissed.
Sam, Dean, and Bobby's jaws all dropped at once. Mother?! Did Crowley just say mother?! This red-headed Scot was Crowley's mom?! But how?! She was so young! Bobby took a timid step closer, wearing a mixture of relief and shock.
"M – mother?" he repeated, glancing between Crowley and the lady, "She's... she's your mother..."
Crowley's face turned a little pale and he tilted his head down sheepishly as if he was ashamed.
"Unfortunately, she is," he admitted, "Robert, this is Rowena. Rowena, this is Robert Singer."
"Pleased to finally make your acquaintance, love," she sang.
Rowena stepped off the throne with her hand outstretched as if she wanted to shake Bobby's hand. But Crowley caught her by the arm, preventing her from getting close to the hunters.
"Don't touch him," the king warned in a lethal tone.
Rowena shot him a glare but dropped her arm. Sam was totally confused. How was this woman Crowley's mother? Why was she so young? Why didn't Crowley want her to touch Bobby? Although these questions were burning Sam's insides, he held his tongue and waited to see the situation play out. Crowley brought his sight back to Bobby, where it softened immediately.
"How did you get here?" he asked.
"We, uh, we built a portal," Bobby admitted.
"You built a portal to hell itself?" Rowena asked, "Why did you do such a dark deed?"
Bobby's cheeks flushed and he stole a quick glance at Crowley before coughing nervously. He didn't reply to the woman's question, but the answer was obvious. Crowley's dark eyes widened a bit.
"For me?" he whispered under his breath.
Bobby only flashed a shy glance back up at Crowley, silently agreeing with his statement. They were clearly eye-flirting with each other but were still trying to play it off. Ugh, it was like watching two love-sick school kids trying to secretly interact in front of adults. Luckily, Dean was able to break the uncomfortable tension by stepping forward to change the subject.
"While we're all standing here and everything, I have a serious question for you," he said, narrowing his eyes toward Crowley with conviction, "Did you send demons to attack me and my son a few days ago?"
"No," Crowley answered, sounding truthful.
"Oh! That was me actually," Rowena smiled, raising her hand and batting her long eyelashes.
Raw, unbridled fury lit up Dean's eyes. His jaw visibly clinched and he took a solid step forward, staring down Rowena as if she was the embodiment of evil.
"You... sent demons... after my child?" Dean growled, slowly raising the weapon in his hand.
"I only wanted to see him," Rowena explained with a smile, seeming indifferent to the dangerously angry hunter in front of her, "Fergus kept going on about how sweet and powerful the little tyke was and I thought I might steal him away for a wee bit to see -"
"Mother!" Crowley suddenly shouted, spinning her around to glare at her, "I told you that child was off limits! Are you deaf?! Messing with the Winchesters is a bloody death sentence! Don't you know that?!"
"You're the king of hell, Fergus! You can do whatever you please!" She shouted back.
"Not to them!" Crowley boomed.
The demon's voice echoed around the stone room, making the onyx pedestals quake on their stands. Rowena finally shut her mouth afterward, seeming disturbed by her son's defense of the hunters. Crowley took a few calming breaths before bringing his attention back to Dean.
"I apologize on behalf of my witless mother," the demon spat, tossing her another glare, "She may be a witch, but she lacks decent charm of any kind."
"A witch?" Sam inquired.
"The best in all the land," she nodded.
"Yeah? Well, if you ever try to harm my son again, I'll burn you at the stake myself," Dean swore.
Rowena rolled her eyes and said a small comment under her breath, but Sam didn't catch it because he was too busy trying to hold onto the dog in his arms. Dickie was wiggling around violently all of the sudden, trying his best to get out of Sam's hands.
"Dickie, stop it," Sam commanded.
The dog barked back and eventually broke free from Sam's hold. He jumped into the floor and raced over to the side of Crowley's throne, where he sniffed and licked at a particular space of air. Sam quietly sneaked away from the group of people to go after the dog, wandering what he was doing. It wasn't until Sam heard two distinct sets of whimpering noises that he realized – Dickie was interacting with a hell hound.
"Juliet," Crowley called from behind Sam, sounding annoyed, "Leave that mutt alone! You don't know where it's been."
When Sam became aware that Dickie just wanted to see his old girlfriend, he actually gave the dogs a minute to catch up; standing back to let them sniff and lick each other. It was kind of odd because Sam couldn't see Juliet. But he knew she was there because Dickie's fur was getting wet and sticking straight up. In fact, the hell hound seemed particularly interested in Dickie's bow tie. But when the Jack Russell Terrier attempted to hop up on his hind legs, Sam thought it was time to intervene.
"Okay, buddy. That's enough. Say goodbye to your baby-momma," Sam said, scooping the dog back up.
Dickie whined a little bit but came along willingly, resting on Sam's shoulder to stare at the throne as the man walked away. Everyone else was standing around awkwardly in a group, unsure of what else to say or do. After a few minutes of uncomfortable glances and coughing, Bobby broke the silence.
"Well, uh... I sorta promised the angels I'd have these fellas back home soon," he mumbled, bashfully meeting Crowley's eyes.
"Y – Yes, of course," Crowley nodded, sounding kind of disappointed, "Do you need me to get you back?"
"No, no. That's alright. We can just, you know, go back through the portal," Bobby mentioned.
"Right. Guards," Crowley called, waving a few demons into the room, "Escort these gentlemen back to the same place they came in."
The demons nodded and started for the door, ready to lead the hunters away. But Bobby lingered behind for a moment. The old man carefully reached out to place a gentle hand on Crowley's shoulder and paused to look him in the eye.
"I'm glad you're alright," Bobby said quietly, "Feel free to drop by the house anytime."
"Oh, I fully intend to, old friend," Crowley whispered back with a subtle wink.
Sam resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Ugh, those two were so in love that it was starting to gross him out. Bobby patted Crowley's shoulder before turning to glance at Rowena.
"Ma'am, it was nice meetin' you," he said politely, tilting his hat up.
"Oooh, did you hear that, Fergus? He called me ma'am," she grinned, "You better not let this one slip through your pudgy fingers."
"Shut up, mum," Crowley sighed in exasperation.
He and Bobby shared one last look with each other before the hunters finally followed the guards out of the room, leaving Crowley alone with his mother again. When the doors closed behind them, Sam stole a glance at Bobby as they walked side-by-side and could tell that the guy was radiantly happy. A warm smile was stuck just beneath his beard, making his whole face glow with delight. Just looking at him made Sam smile, too. It was so nice that Bobby had someone that he loved. And from everything he had just witnessed, Sam was pretty sure that Crowley loved him back...
The guards stopped at the blackened arch in the hallway and turned to the side, letting the Winchesters pass by even though they were wearing looks of apprehension. Dean and Bobby seemed to hang back a bit, so Sam went through first, making sure he had Dickie tight in his arms. Just like before, going through the portal felt like walking through a doorway. Everything was black at first, but then the light of day came bursting through the darkness. Sam had to blink several times to get his sight to adjust to the contrast.
When Bobby's garage finally came into focus, Sam recognized Gabe and Cas first. The two angels were standing next to each other near a workbench with worried faces. But when Sam walked in with Dickie in hand, Gabriel stood up at once and started walking toward him. Sam smiled as he watched his beloved archangel come closer, thinking that he was about to get a giant hug – but Gabriel reared his hand back and slapped Sam's face instead. Sam gasped and held his own cheek in shock.
"Ow!" he groaned, "What was that - ?"
Sam didn't get to finish his question because Gabriel yanked him down into a sudden kiss afterward. The archangel clung hard to the front of Sam's shirt as he almost choked the man with his tongue. Sam blinked at Gabe's golden hair as they kissed, feeling so confused. Why did Gabriel slap him and then kiss him? The guy eventually pulled away to breathe and gave Sam a serious stare.
"Don't you ever run into hell again without kissing me first, Sam Winchester," Gabe breathed, "I mean it."
"O – okay," Sam squeaked, "I'm sorry..?"
"You're damn right you are. Now kiss me again," Gabe demanded.
Sam smiled as he lowered his head to meet the archangel's mouth again. His cheek stung a bit but it was totally worth it to taste the sweet flavor of Gabriel's tongue against his own. The two of them stayed in their passionate embrace until Sam felt a tap on his shoulder. He gently pulled away to look up and see Bobby standing next to them.
"Can I talk to you fellas for a minute?" he asked.
"Oh, what is it now, Singer? Can't you see I need my moose time?!" Gabriel grumbled.
"I think you'll wanna hear this," Bobby persuaded.
Even though Gabriel obviously wanted to keep kissing, he huffed a breath and let go of Sam so that the two of them could turn around. Bobby wrangled Dean, Cas, Gabe, and Sam all into a giant circle so that he could look at them all and speak.
"I, uh, I wouldn't have been able to do this without you boys," the old man began in a thankful tone, glancing around at each of their faces, "I really appreciate everything you did to make this happen. And I know Crowley does too. So, as a thank you for all your help... I'm giving you this."
Bobby paused his speech to dig a small metal box out of his pocket. There was some kind of strange symbol on the front that Sam couldn't recognize and the container looked like it was made of bronze or gold. Bobby held out the box to Dean, who took it and opened it up to reveal a huge key. Dean picked up the metal key and held it in his hand so that everyone could see it, but they were all confused.
"What is this, Bobby?" the older Winchester asked.
The smile hidden inside Bobby's beard grew warm as he stared a loving stare with Dean.
"Have you ever heard of the Men of Letters?" he asked.
(Author's Note: I think I'll just sit here for a moment and let all of that information sink in for you. *sits back with a smile and waits patiently*... Was that enough time? It was? Good! I hope your brain is still functional. ;) Yes, Bobby just gave the boys the key to the bunker. I'll explain why and how Bobby acquired it in the next chapter, but for now you can rest easy in the knowledge that most of you figured it out beforehand! Great job! :) I certainly hope that I did Rowena's character justice. I had the pleasure of seeing Ruth Connell on stage in October and I instantly fell in love with her. I knew I had to put Rowena in one of my fics – especially to interact with Bobby Singer, which never did and probably never will happen on the show. (But it should!) :) I hope it didn't seem too weird that Gabe and Sam 'borrowed' Dean and Cas's lube. You know what they say; the family that shares lube together stays together. Or something like that. ;) Oh! And before I forget, the Latin phrase that Cas said for the spell was: "Let the gates of hell open a passage for the doomed to walk among demons." Google translated it for me, so if it needs corrected, please let me know. Those online translators aren't always the best. :) Thank you guys so so so much for reading and reviewing! I worked extremely hard on this chapter this week, and I really hope you all enjoyed reading it! :) The next chapter will be out soon! :)
Guest, Lol! Well, you certainly hit the nail on the head, darlin! I'll give you 30 house points for guessing that Chuck was the glowy man. ;) I don't know if Chuck will do anything about those angels that tried to take Jessie, because he's trying to stay under the radar, but I don't think those angels will be messing with her again anyway. They've learned their lesson not to mess with the Winchesters by now. Lol. ;) Aww, I'm so glad that you love it, sweetheart! Thank you so much for reading and reviewing! :)
TARDIStime, Ha! Well, I don't think Chuck will be crashing everybody else's party this time. But he's still around; watching and rooting for them from the sidelines. :) I hope you enjoyed it, darlin! Thank you so much for reading and reviewing! :)
Deanstiel's Daughter, You didn't see Chuck coming, darlin? That's ok. I didn't either when I first plotted this story out. But when I glanced over the outline, I thought, "Eh, what the hell. Let's through Chuck in there, too." ;) I don't think Jessica can see him though. Only Jude has that privilege at the moment. The toddlers each have an individual skill set, which makes them unique. :) Oooh, I love exploring Gabe's sweet and deep side too, especially when he's alone with Sam or Cas. It makes him more believable and really builds him up as a character. (And I love him so much!) :) Thank you so much for reading and reviewing! I really hope you enjoyed seeing Rowena's character in this new chapter as well, darlin. :)
Classical E Centric, Aww, I'm so glad you enjoyed it, love! :) Yeah, the glowy man is God. I'm sure Jude is going to have a hard time explaining to his friends and teachers that he can see God himself. (Dean might have to beat a few people up, but its ok. That's what daddies are for) lol. ;) Thank you so much for reading and reviewing, darlin! I hope you liked the new chapter as well. :)
GeekGirlForLife, Lol! "Oh my Chuck" indeed, darlin. Haha. :D Awww, I didn't mean to make you cry! *holds out tissue and offers you a hug* But I'm glad that you enjoyed it! :) What to I think of Benny? Hmm. He's an okay character I guess. (Although, I didn't really like him at first because he was so rude to Cas in Purgatory. Lol.) I hope you enjoyed the new chapter, love! Thank you so much for reading and reviewing! :)
Sammy's Rose, Lol! I'll give Ravenclaw 20 house points for that heavenly pun about the lord! (hehe. See what I did there? Lol!) :D Really, darlin? You never considered that the glowy man was Chuck? Looks like I still have a few surprises up my sleeves after all! :D Yeah, poor Aquaman catches a lot of crap, so I thought I would give him a starring role as one of Jude's favorite heroes. (I like him, too.) :) haha, I think Dean enjoyed getting to walk around in his underwear far too much. When they finally get their own place – which won't be long, now – Dean will probably take lots of advantage of his alone time. (Good thing the bunker has robes. lol) :) Aww, I'm so glad I could make you go all proud auntie again. :) Haha, yes. Good Grandpas always bring presents and Chuck is no exception. :) I'm sorry for making you almost cry (again) but I'm so very very glad that you enjoyed the whole last chapter! Gah, you're such a sweetheart! *hugs* Thank you so much for reading and reviewing, darlin! I really hope you enjoyed the new chapter! (Especially Rowena's character, because her red hair reminded me of you.) ;)
masterjediratgrl31, Aww, I'm so glad you enjoyed it, love! :) Yeah, Dean and Jude finally got to spend some Daddy/son time together. lol! You didn't think that the glowy man was Chuck? I guess I still have a few tricks up my sleeve, huh? Haha. ;D I'm glad this story could cheer you up when you're having a rough day, darlin. *hugs so tight* Thank you so much for reading and reviewing! I hope you enjoyed the new chapter as well. :)
PandaChelou2422, Hello there, darlin! It's great to hear from you! :) Aww, I'm so glad that you've enjoyed this entire series so far. :) And thank you so much for your wonderful comments! I'm just happy to provide you with a mostly-finished story. Lol. :) haha, Sorry I scared you with the glowy man, but it's nothing to fear, love. Just Chuck checking on his boys. ;) As for your questions: yes, this story will be as long as 'Purpose' and 'Seeds.' There will be one more chapter and a bonus chapter after that, so two more in total. But I'm not sure if there will be another part. I will strongly consider the possibility of a fourth part, but until I have a few good ideas, we are sticking with three. Lol. :) Thank you so so so much for taking the time to read and write a review, darling! I'm just so happy that you love it! :) And I hope you enjoy the new chapter as well. :)
gothichic, There is my extremely observant reviewer! Hello, darlin! I'm glad to hear from you again. :) Whoa, you reviewed for two chapters at once! Thank you so much for taking the time to write all of that out. I just love reading your comments! :) Yeah, those angels just don't know when to quit, do they? It was a good thing that Jessica figured out how to work her glittery charm. ;) haha! You know, that episode where Sam gets covered in clown glitter was actually the inspiration for that scene! I just love the thought of a big giant moose like him being covered in pretty sparkles! Lol. :D Aww, you're right. Jessica might not have a mother figure in her life, but her daddies will make sure that she has everything that she needs. (Including tampons and sanitary napkins, which Sam would buy for without complaint because he loves her so much.) ;) Gabriel being set on fire and chased by Cas with a fire extinguisher was pretty funny in my head, so I figured everyone else would enjoy it too. :) Aww, I'm glad Jude is your favorite! :) Yeah, he wanted to protect Jessie's bunny from the glowy man because he thought he was scary, but it turned out to be his grandpa. Lol. :) Plus, everything Chuck said to Dean about bringing Cas back for him was entirely from canon. Yeah, I think Chuck needed a break from his children's fighting and pranking and joking around. I'm sure Gabriel drove the poor guy up the wall with some of the stuff he's done. Lol. That 'junk mail' line had a slightly deeper meaning to it though, which you probably read about in this new chapter. ;) Jude probably will make Superman look bad, because as far as I can tell, Superman was never able to see God. Lol. ;) Hahaha! I agree, Chuck totally gave Dean to Cas because he's so sexy, and he didn't mind Dean being in his underwear because of it lol! :) and OMG! You drew fanart for me?! FANART?! Really?! Omg, you are the Sweetest! Thank you so so so so much! *hugs and kisses* I can't wait to see it! Aww, I bet the babies are so cute and sweet! And Dickie will be so cute! Thank you so much! You are seriously the best! *hugs again* I really hope you enjoyed the new chapter too, love! Bless you! And thank you again! Love you! *hugs once more* :) :) :)
Elamina777, Awww, thank you so much darling! *takes a small bow* :) I'm glad you enjoyed the big reveal of Chuck, and that I could surprise you. Lol. :) I actually put the word 'Purpose' in Cas's sentence on purpose. (No pun intended) And I'm so happy that you caught that! :) Thank you so much for reading and reviewing! I hope you enjoyed the new one as well. :)
LadyAnalyn, Aww, your tea set sounds so nice! :) You're right. With the cars moved, Bobby's salvage yard probably is big enough for another house. But, I think the boys will be heading to the bunker, this time. (Sorry, love) ;) haha! Yeah, I love the thought of Gabe flailing around on fire and Cas chasing him with a fire extinguisher, too. ;) And I knew you knew the glowy man was Chuck the whole time. 50 house points for you, darlin! :D As always, thank you so much for reading and reviewing! I hope you Enjoyed the new chapter as well! :)