"And what else did Castiel do that I didn't?" Sam asked, Spencer's hand firmly in his as they climbed the stairs back up to the rest of the house. It was almost a surprise that they were able to take each step without tripping, especially with their eyes locked on each other.
"He did tell me I was perfect…" muttered Spencer, embarrassed.
"That goes without saying, but if that's what it takes…"
They approached the top of the stairs, and when they got to the top, Dean was smiling from the kitchen table. Spencer blushed, figuring that he was able to hear what they were saying. Sam brought their locked hands up to his lips, and gently kissed Spencer's hand, which was significantly smaller than Sam's, but not too much.
"There's the happy couple," said Dean. "I was wondering if you guys would ever come out of there. What took you guys so…?"
Dean answered his own question before he could even finish it. Spencer's bright red cheeks, and Sam's awkward scratch of the head further answered his question, and Dean's expression made him seem dumbfounded.
"Y-Yeah," said Spencer. "That's…what took so long."
"Anyway!" said Sam, loudly, obviously wanting to change the subject. "Have we figured out a plan for killing Lucifer yet?"
"Spencer," said Dean. "Do you wanna tell him?"
"What's goin' on in here?" asked Bobby as he waltzed into the room. "I leave the room for one second and you boys start the important stuff."
Bobby glanced at Sam and Spencer's locked hands, making a sort of "huh!" noise, as if it was a shocker. Sam's beaming smile remained, though his eyes squinted in confusion.
"It just happened kinda fast," inquired Bobby. "Nevertheless, it's great that you two are back. Now what's this plan you nuts are talking' about?"
"Castiel suggested it to me, and it's actually not a terrible plan. If I can use a barrier around someone right as they attack Lucifer, I should be able to block his attacks long enough for our attacker to deal the finishing blow."
"And what makes you so sure this will work?" asked Bobby, obviously doubting the very idea of this plan. Spencer looked like he was scrambling to prove his plan to be efficient.
"Well…I, uh…"
"Don't you remember, Bobby?" asked Sam, coming to Spencer's rescue. "Lucifer wants me to be his vessel."
"Meaning?" asked Bobby.
Spencer realized where Sam was going with this, which was apparent in the expression he wore.
"I know what it means," said Spencer, happily. "It means Lucifer won't be trigger-happy when he sees Sam. If we can set up a plan to where Sam can get close enough, it just might work."
"Going in alone would be suicide," said Dean. "I realize if we all barge in on Lucifer, it will look kind of suspicious, but we have to find a way to be at an earshot just in case Sam runs into trouble."
"That's easy," said Sam. "I'll holler for Spencer or Cass, and if the plan really goes that badly, you'll be able to bail me out."
"I'm not liking this," said Bobby. "Too many things can go wrong."
"We're running out of options," said Dean. "And I have no doubts in Spencer, or Sam, for that matter. Spencer's been training hard for this plan, and I know he won't let us down."
"I second that," said Sam, smiling down at the man he loved. Spencer looked up, grinning in return.
"Alright then," said Bobby. "I still think there could be a safer way to do this, but if this is what you guys want…then I'll just shut up."
"Well what is this 'safer way'?" said Dean, using air quotes.
"I don't know, so shut up."
Dean chuckled at the old man, though Bobby wasn't kidding. He just rolled his eyes and walked out of the room. Sam chuckled as well, giving Spencer a quick peck on the top of his head before Spencer asked for the bathroom. Dean pointed him out to it, and he bounced down the hall. Sam grabbed a beer from the fridge, slid a chair out from under the kitchen table, and sat across the way from Dean.
"This goes without saying," asked Dean. "But are you happy that Spencer took you back?"
"Hell yeah," said Sam, with a radiating smile. "I missed him more than you would ever imagine."
"I thought you would. Why don't you two take it easy the rest of the day, eh? Take him out for a great evening. If you really do love him, you should start showing it a bit more. People like him don't come around too often."
"You sure?" Sam asked, somehow smiling wider than he was before. "You guys don't need any help or anything here?"
"Nah, we're fine. You two need the time off."
Once Spencer came back down the hall, Sam stood, and formally asked him for an enjoyable day out with him. Spencer blushed, accepting his offer.
Sam took him out for an evening on the town, which consisted mostly of them walking around the area, browsing the local shops. They, first, waltzed into a candle store, which, of course, meant they had to smell every single candle they had. The owner just watched them, rolling her eyes, knowing how often that happens. They "Ooh"-ed and "Ah"-ed at the delicious aromas, and squinted and threw they disgusting ones to the side. When they left, the owner simply said "Have a good night", with a heavily sarcastic tone.
The next store they walked in was full of hippie, psychedelic items, which had the couple looking around in wonder. There was a ridiculous amount of tye-dye, and countless accessories made of hemp. The cashier (who's long, unruly hair and Bob Marley shirt screamed "hippie"), was trying to persuade them that the government couldn't hold him down, and one day, he'd become the president and abolish the whole government system. Smiling and nodding, the couple slowly backed away, trying to make an escape from the shop. He, of course, didn't really understand that they were trying to leave, until Sam forcefully announced it, and slipped out the door, pulling Spencer along with him.
When Spencer saw a music store they were about to bypass, he stopped, and Sam nearly toppled him over in order to keep himself from completely running him over.
"Can we go in?" asked Spencer, with his pleading, puppy dog eyes. "Please please please please?"
"Now how could I say no to you?" Sam replied, softly kissing his lips. Spencer bolted into the store, carefully browsing all of the sections of albums. Spencer's passion for music shone brightly as he closely looked at all of the albums, gabbing at Sam about how good it sounds, and how he wish he could see them live. Sam barely looked around, because he was finding it more enjoyable to watch Spencer as he looked around the whole store. After they spent almost an hour in there, Spencer gasped loudly, turning every head in the store. He grabbed CD, and looked at it with wide eyes.
"This is the only Beatles album that I'm missing," said Spencer. "My dad said he would buy it for me, but he…well, died before he could."
"I'll happily buy it for you," said Sam, laying an arm around his shoulder.
"You would?" asked Spencer, a small twinkle in his eye.
"Of course."
Spencer almost knocked Sam over with a big hug, throwing his arms around him with such excitement. Sam had to catch his balance before gently squeezing him in return. After Sam paid for the CD, they walked out of the store, Spencer practically skipping down the street.
Sam took him out for something to eat, especially after Spencer's stomach growled loudly while they were in a bookstore, successfully embarrassing the both of them. They had a nice, relaxing dinner at a Japanese restaurant, where they ordered what seemed to be endless amounts of sushi. Spencer and Sam tried each and every one of the rolls they ordered, and Spencer had to quit because he swore he would explode. Sam pressed forward and ate a few more pieces before he gave up as well.
Sam said he found a beautiful spot to be alone on the way to Bobby's house, so he drove out of town and started heading back, turning off the road a few miles out from the house. He pulled into a small, grassy field, with tall trees surrounding them. Sam parked the car in the most open part of the field, and exited the vehicle. Spencer opened his door, immediately looking at the stars.
"It's so pretty out here," he said, breathtakingly.
"I figured you'd like it," said Sam, moving around the car and standing by him. Sam then scooped him up, carrying him away from the car, and into the open field. He set him down and the two of them laid down on the grass, Spencer immediately resting his head on Sam's chest. Sam automatically let his hand move up and down Spencer's back, and occasionally, to give him a small head rub.
"So what made you take me back?" asked Sam, curiously.
"Well," said Spencer. "You really did piss me off when you left, but I wouldn't have cried so hard over you if I didn't have such strong feelings for you. Things still aren't perfect with us yet, but I know you're willing to make things work, so I just had to say yes."
"I really did miss you," said Sam, laying a gentle kiss on his forehead. "I honestly don't know what I was thinking. How could someone ever walk out on someone as special as you? Only a giant asshole would do such a terrible thing."
"So you're an asshole?"
"I was, and I never want to do something like that again. That was a terrible thing for me to do."
"Yeah it was."
Sam pulled Spencer closer, holding him as tightly as possible without suffocating him.
"If I ever do something like that again, I'll never be able to live with myself. I love you, Spencer. If I ever hurt you again…"
"It's okay, Sam," said Spencer, laying his hand on Sam's cheek. "Just know that if you ever do it again, you'll have an angel and a kick-ass Winchester to deal with."
Sam smiled, and pressed his lips to Spencer's, and they moved their lips against each other's in unison. They kissed with such passion, and Sam gently held his chin while their lips were locked.
"How sweet," said a male voice in close proximity. The two of them immediately sat up, looking straight up at a man with a mischievous smirk. His face had large, red areas, as if the skin had started to burn off. His eyes were cold, staring at the couple with little to no emotion.
"Oh, don't let me interrupt," said the man. "Continue. Act as if I'm not here. It'll make half of my job pretty damn easy."
"You're Lucifer, aren't you?" asked Sam, now standing, and helping Spencer up.
"In the flesh. Well, someone else's, but you understand. And that," he said, pointing to Spencer, "must be that other half-angel everyone's talking about."
Spencer was frozen in fear, only nodding slightly as a response to Lucifer. Lucifer chuckled a bit, slowly walking toward them.
"You're the one with enough potential to destroy all the evil in the world. With a snap of your fingers, all of those terrible and disgusting things that you hunt can be gone. That kind of power needs to be handled carefully, you know? In the wrong hands, it could…well, cause the apocalypse!"
"What are you talking about?" asked Spencer, who was now protected by Sam's massive, strong body.
"Castiel didn't tell you, I suppose? Or maybe it's just that he doesn't know…"
"How did you find us?" asked Sam. "We have the markings on our ribs."
There was a rustle in the distance, and some footsteps. Everyone was now looking in that direction, watching the small, feminine figure that approached them in the star-lit night. Jenna looked up at Lucifer, smiling sweetly.
"Thanks for the help, pumpkin," he said, patting her head softly.
"Pumpkin?" asked Sam.
"You're welcome, Daddy," she said, holding onto his arm.