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The Road So Far…
"But don't worry, you'll end up changing your mistake and fixing everything all on your own," Zachariah said to an unconscious Dean.
"I'm Dean," he said with a smirk. "What's your name?"
"Jimmy Novak," he said.
"Sure you're telling me the truth?" Dean asked.
"What would I be lying about?" Jimmy blinked.
"Now tell me, brothers, what's been happening with my brothers since I've been banished from Heaven?"
Chapter XII:
Lucifer
"Lucifer…" Gabriel paled.
"How did you get out of the pit?" Raphael asked.
"I had some of my children work on getting me out. It wasn't hard, with my brothers also trying to get me out," Lucifer smiled. "I heard Michael has been denied something. I want to see this… whatever it was that denied him."
"Lucifer… who's body is that?" Gabriel asked.
"This?" Lucifer asked, looking at his vessel. "His name is Nick. So tell me, what has Michael been denied?"
"His true vessel," Raphael said.
"Dean Winchester," Lucifer said. "Ah, I see. Is Dean saying no still?"
"Dean has a mate. The bond with his mate prevents Dean from becoming a vessel," Gabriel said, sounding a lot braver than he felt. "Raphael doesn't approve of our brother's union." Lucifer tilted his head in an innocent fashion.
"Is Michael… Dean's soul mate?" Lucifer asked.
"No," Raphael spat. "Lowly little thing… they call him Castiel."
"Castiel… I would like to meet this Castiel and his soul mate," Lucifer said. "Stop fighting, brothers. Take me to them." Gabriel and Raphael shared a glance.
"Zachariah has Dean," Gabriel said, unable to contain the smirk. "Castiel is trying to find a way to locate him."
"I see… well, Raphael? Take me to Dean," Lucifer insisted.
He was not a demon. If Dean was a demon, there was no way in Hell he could have that much raw power. He had barely moved during the whole duration of the fight- was there even a fight? Could what had taken place be considered a fight? He was fierce and Jimmy knew he was one of them. He had to be- what else could he be? He didn't know who "they" were, exactly. Jimmy just knew that people said to be afraid.
They had thought the Croatoan virus was bad, being the beginning of the apocalypse and all. They hadn't seen them. With the virus, they knew what they were up against and had eventually been able to develop a cure. Now… now Dean didn't know what they were dealing with. Either way he wasn't a human and he certainly wasn't a demon.
An alarm clock blared and jolted Jimmy out of his thoughts. It was almost twelve o' clock. Was he going to go?
He fingered with the knife that he had taken from the demon Ruby. He felt his burn tingling- which he discovered was in the shape of a hand print- and he made his decision then.
He'd go but he'd be prepared.
"You're here," Dean said.
"You thought I wouldn't come?" Jimmy asked. He took the time to examine Dean. Castiel hated to admit it, but the man was damn attractive. He saw the corner of Dean's mouth lift upwards into a smirk. Jimmy frowned, wondering what there was to smirk about.
Then again, he didn't know what the… thing had on him.
"I had my doubts," Dean said and that made Jimmy stop.
"What are you?" he asked. Dean paused before he answered.
"You wouldn't believe me," Dean said.
"How do you know that?" Jimmy asked. "You the devil or something?"
"I'm one handsome devil," Dean smirked. "But I'm not the devil. You'd probably want me to be the devil… or not." He examined "Jimmy's" thoughts. A shiver ran down Jimmy's spine as he stared at the man before him. He wasn't like Jimmy- he wasn't human. He wasn't even a demon. Was it a good thing that he wasn't the devil?
"Then what the hell are you?" Jimmy asked.
"That's classified," Dean said, not losing the infuriating smirk.
"Why?" Jimmy spat.
"I have my orders," Dean said calmly. That smug demeanor was seriously beginning to piss Jimmy off and he hadn't been in the room with the guy for ten minutes.
"What orders?" Jimmy asked.
"Can't tell you. That would be disobeying," Dean said. The smug bastard was pissing Jimmy off. He hated how he couldn't see through the smug façade used as a poker face. He had been hustling people through poker for years. He had his own perfect poker face. And yet he couldn't tell what Dean was thinking. That had never happened to him before.
"Then what the hell can you tell me?" Jimmy demanded.
"You're hot," Dean smirked. "And you're not telling me the truth."
"What are you talking about?" Jimmy swallowed.
"There's something inside you… Something not right," Dean said, circling him. "Are you a twin?" Jimmy tensed.
"There was another fetus… he was consumed by me. His name was supposed to be Jimmy," he said.
"What was your name supposed to be?" Dean asked.
"Castiel,"
"I'm sure you would have been the most popular kid in Sunday school," Dean said. Jimmy blinked, not understanding the reference. He blinked and then his breath caught in his throat when Dean appeared right in front of him, gasping as Dean's hands closed around his forearms. Jimmy tilted his head, not bothered by the lack of personal space.
"I could claim you, you know. I could make you mine, right here and now," Dean said. "You'd be my mate. You're hot enough that I wouldn't mind doing you all the time... but I'm not the settling down type."
"This is Dean?" Lucifer asked, making Zachariah jump.
"Lucifer," Zachariah said. "Brother… how…?"
"How am I out of the pit? Well, I had my children working on it. I was so pleased to know my brothers were trying to get me out too," Lucifer smiled. "Wake him up."
"Excuse me?" Zachariah blinked.
"Wake him up," Lucifer repeated, tracing a finger along Dean's jaw line. "He would be a magnificent vessel. Michael would be rightfully angry not to have had him."
"Brother, I am trying to teach him a lesson. He won't wake up until he learns it," Zachariah said. Lucifer frowned, his tainted grace leaking out of his body in anger. Gabriel and Raphael tensed as the grace invaded their senses.
"Calm yourself. Dean will wake up soon enough. He'd better," Gabriel glared at Zachariah.
"Brother Lucifer, while we wait for Dean to awaken, why don't we visit Sam?" Raphael suggested, a cold smile spreading out on his face. Gabriel froze visibly, his first instinct having been to attack but Lucifer reined his grace in and focused his gaze on Gabriel.
"Take me to my vessel," Lucifer said. "And Zachariah. You'd best hope that Dean has learned his lesson by the time I return. Gabriel?" Gabriel stood his ground, gathering up the courage he didn't have when he had left Heaven.
"No," Gabriel said.
"Excuse me?" Lucifer frowned.
"He's my mate and I'm pretty sure he doesn't want to see you, Lucifer," Gabriel said. Lucifer frowned, gathering his tainted grace around him.
"Brother…" he growled. "Take me to my vessel."
"You're not the only archangel in the room, Lucifer," Gabriel growled, gathering his own grace. The room shook from the force of their combined graces leaking out.
"Claim me? You barely know me," Jimmy frowned.
"Yeah, I'm not really the for the whole ball and chain thing," Dean smirked.
"Ball and chain?" Jimmy questioned.
"White picket fence? Two point five kids? Apple pie life?" Dean questioned.
"You can't have two point five kids. It's impossible," Jimmy said.
"Marriage," Dean sighed in exasperation. "Mating? Soul mates?"
"Oh," Jimmy said.
"But I find you interesting," Dean said. "And Daddy dearest did say something along the lines of getting along with humans." Jimmy tilted his head with a frown and when he blinked, he stumbled forward and was in his living room instead of the barn, with Dean sitting on his couch, watching his television and his feet on the coffee table as if he owned the place.
"Get your feet off my coffee table," Jimmy growled. Dean looked up casually at Jimmy and then back at the television. Jimmy removed Dean's feet himself, frowning at him.
"I think I'll move in," Dean said and Jimmy tripped.
"What?"
Four months. It had been four months since… Dean, the alien (he still wouldn't tell him what he was) had moved in. Any trace of him disappeared whenever one of his family or another hunter visited. Every time Jimmy would try to kick him out, Dean would leave for an hour or two, wait for Jimmy to cool down, and then appear back in his favorite spot on the couch. Jimmy would groan and roll his eyes and Dean would look at him with his smirk and those jade green eyes. Jimmy would be frozen to the spot, staring at Dean before "the alien" would get uncomfortable and look away. But he would reach for Jimmy's pant loop and pull him partially onto his lap.
If Doctor Sexy MD was on, Dean would leave him be and watch the show.
If some cop show was on, Dean would kiss him.
And damn, could the alien kiss.
The first time Dean had kissed him, Jimmy had kicked Dean out of the house. The second time… Jimmy had tried to pull away but Dean had trapped him against him with his powerful strength and kissed him again. The third time Dean had kissed him, Jimmy was getting used to Dean's kisses, as they began happening every commercial break.
The seventeenth time Dean had kissed him… that's when things had gotten a little heated, with Jimmy pressed against a wall and Dean kissing down his neck.
"Dean, Dean, stop. Dean!" Jimmy hissed, pushing against Dean's chest as the alien's hands wandered down south. "Dean!" Jimmy gathered the strength not many people thought he had and pushed against Dean, managing to break the alien's concentration.
"What?" Dean demanded. "What are you, a virgin?" Jimmy shifted uncomfortably and looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. "You're kidding. You've never been with a guy or a woman at least?"
"I've never had occasion, okay?"
"Come on," Dean said, throwing Jimmy over his shoulder.
"What? What are you doing?" Jimmy demanded.
"All right. Let me tell you something. There are two things that I know for certain. One. Bert and Ernie are gay. Two. You are not gonna die a virgin. Not on my watch. Let's go," Dean said, dropping Jimmy onto the bed.
"Let's- what? What are you-" Jimmy was cut off as Dean kissed him, more gently than he had before.
"Relax. We're gonna take it slow," Dean said.
"Gabriel, why won't you let me see my vessel?" Lucifer demanded.
"He's my mate," Gabriel said. "And he doesn't want to see you yet."
"You're still courting him," Lucifer spat. "I only want to see him. At this point, I have more of a claim on him then you. He was promised as my vessel."
"Michael can't take Dean as a vessel anymore. Their half brother Adam is dead, had been dead for years. That kid couldn't hold Michael- he'd deteriorate faster than that vessel you're using. There is no reason for you to take Sam as a vessel and try and stop the apocalypse," Gabriel said.
Lucifer tilted his head to the side with a frown on his face.
"Is that what you think of me? That's why you took Sam away earlier? I don't want to take him as a vessel. I want to meet him," Lucifer said.
"And I have your word you won't try to convince him to take a vessel?" Gabriel asked.
"I will give Sam my word I won't try to get him to say yes," Lucifer said. "And that should mean more to you than if I promised you." Gabriel hesitated and then nodded.
"Give me fifteen minutes and meet me by Mary Winchester's grave," Gabriel said and then disappeared.
"Dean!" Jimmy writhed under the alien, Dean having bottomed out in him. Dean captured Jimmy's lips again, pulling out almost all the way and slamming back in again, making Jimmy scream. Jimmy wrapped his legs around Dean's waist, matching him thrust for thrust. "Dean, Dean-"
"Come on, babe," Dean growled. "So damn tight," He thrust into Jimmy again. "Jimmy." Hearing Dean say his name brought him over the edge, screaming Dean's name as he came and Dean came soon after, collapsing on top of him.
When Dean regained his breath, he rolled over onto his side and pulled Jimmy onto his chest.
"Dean?"
"Yeah?"
"Is this the 'old ball and chain'?" Jimmy asked.
"This is as close as I get to it," Dean said, looking affectionately at Jimmy.
Dean reappeared in front of Zachariah, fully clothed and no longer next to Jimmy. He stumbled forward and frowned.
"What the hell?" he demanded.
"That was a world I created so you could learn a lesson. Did you learn your lesson, Dean?" Zachariah asked with a smug smile on his face.
"You did all that to teach me a lesson? You kept me there for four months to teach me a lesson?" Dean demanded.
"Four months there, four hours here," Zachariah shrugged. "But don't you understand? You never would have chosen Castiel to be your soul mate if he hadn't forced you into it."
"He didn't force me and I already did choose him," Dean spat. Zachariah sighed.
"Dean, do you know the definition of a soul mate?" he asked. "For angels, a soul mate is one you keep finding no matter where in time, history, or person that you are. Jimmy was Castiel, the only difference was the name. Jimmy Novak was the vessel Castiel had taken when he came to Earth, the face you're used to seeing. And you told him 'This is as close as I get to it'- the old ball and chain. I told you Dean, you never would have taken him as a soul mate if he didn't force you too. You can still be free, release yourself."
"Dean, he's right," Anna spoke up. Dean turned and noticed her for the first time.
"You're agreeing with him?" Dean demanded.
"Dean, you're not even gay and Castiel is in a male vessel. The only reason you ever considered him was because of that mark on your arm," Anna said. "Let him go."
"And do what? Be with you?" Dean spat.
"If that's what you want, Dean," Anna said, crossing the room to close the distance between them. She took his hand in both of hers. "It's what I want."
"Gabriel!" Sam said as the archangel appeared in front of him. "You won?"
"I didn't fight," Gabriel said. "Sam, I need you to trust me."
"I do trust you," Sam said.
"Even if I ask you to meet the devil?" Gabriel smiled weakly.
"Uh… sure?" Sam asked, thinking this was a joke.
"Good. Let's go meet the devil," Gabriel said, taking Sam's hand and snapping before Sam could protest.
