Sam Winchester could put up with a lot of things. Listening to Dean click a pen over and over while he tried to read something? Annoying, but tolerable. Hallucinating Lucifer singing 'Stairway to Heaven' fifty times in a row? Infuriating, but he survived it. Being boarder line tortured by Gabriel's never-ending pranks on an almost daily basis? Sam had endured even that. This, however – listening to Oliver Thompson complain about the argument he had with Sam's daughter over whether to move out of the bunker or not – was starting to be too much. Sam was finally considering tapping out…
"So then, I was like, 'we really need to get a place of our own.' And Jess was all, 'Charlie can have her own room here.' And that sounds like a good idea, until you factor in all the hunting stuff," Oliver huffed, "I mean, don't get me wrong, man. I love hunting with you guys. But it's not something I want my daughter to be around."
The broom in Sam's hand came to a complete stop as he raised his head to give the kid a flat look.
"Gee. I have no idea how that feels," he spat.
Despite Sam's heavily sarcastic comment, Oliver took it as genuine.
"It's terrifying!" the redhead replied as he stacked some boxes in the corner, "I mean, I never know what's going to happen next around here. What if Charlie gets hurt by something? And I know there's a lot of space here, but what if we want to have more kids?"
Sam gulped and closed his eyes. Oh, God. More kids? An image flashed in his mind of a huge army of ginger children rushing up to him and calling him 'Grandpa.' A sea of baby rabbits would slowly engulf the entire bunker, making it impossible to move from room to room without encountering at least three at a time. Of course, if that were to happen, Sam would love them all. But the idea still haunted him…
"We can't keep them all here," Oliver continued, unaware of Sam's horrified expression, "I want to have my own place, you know? Somewhere I can build a fort in the backyard. And we can have windows that let in sunlight. A place where Jess and I can have sex wherever we –"
"Oliver," Sam barked, finally halting the kid's rambling, "I'm gonna have to stop you right there. I know I said you could talk to me about anything, but having sex with my daughter doesn't count, okay?"
Oliver's face turned almost as red as his hair. The kid gulped and looked away bashfully, as if he just realized that he had said something extremely private out loud.
"Oh… Right… S – sorry," he mumbled, "It's just… I don't like arguing with her. But I want to stand my ground too, you know?"
Sam took a deep breath and braced both hands on the top of the broom handle, finally turning to completely face his son-in-law. As awkward as this conversation was, Sam felt the need to comfort Ollie. Or at least share some advice about marital arguments.
But his words were stolen when Gabe burst into the room. Sam's husband popped out of thin air next to the impala and dashed over to grab hold of Sam's arm and look up at him with large golden eyes.
"Sam, we've got trouble."
Sam could tell just from the lack of playfulness in Gabe's voice – as well as the fact that he used Sam's real name and not something from the usual list of ridiculous pet names – that something serious had happened. He and Oliver shared a look of concern, but before either could ask what happened, Gabe was dragging Sam out of the garage and down the hall. Oliver followed along with a bewildered yet worried look.
"See? This is the kind of stuff I'm talking about," the guy said under his breath.
Sam couldn't deny that Oliver had a good point. Between the hunting stuff, angel stuff, demon stuff, or just Gabe being Gabe, something was always happening at the bunker. And this time, it seemed bad. Gabe didn't say a word as he led the way down the labyrinth of hallways until the three of them came upon the scene.
Laying on the floor of the corridor was none other than Billie. Her neck was severely burned, her eyes were closed, and it looked like she had been reaching for something because her arm was extended out. The rest of the Winchester family was already surrounding her, looking down in horror and concern. By the time Sam, Oliver, and Gabriel added to the mix, it sounded like everyone was attempting to figure out what was going on. As soon as she saw Oliver, Jess darted through the crowd to get to him with Charlie in her arms.
"Who's that?" Oliver asked.
"Death," Cas answered solemnly.
"Death?" Ollie repeated, "Like – like the Grim Reaper? The real one?"
"Yes."
As he lifted his infant daughter out of Jessica's arms, Oliver gave Sam a look that didn't need verbal explanation. It was an expression that repeated his earlier statements. He didn't want his daughter to be anywhere near the embodiment of Death, yet there she was…
"Is she dead?" Dean asked.
"No. Only unconscious," Michael answered, kneeling to the floor to inspect her closer, "It appears she was burned by celestial grace. But I'm unsure of who –"
"Lucifer."
Sam's blood ran cold as he turned to look at Gabriel next to him. Gabe sounded very matter-of-fact when he spoke, if not a bit annoyed. The moment he said it, Castiel, Michael, and Dean all flashed severe looks to him.
"What?" Michael breathed, "How do you know it was – ?"
Before Michael even finished his sentence, Gabriel held out his hand and a large scythe appeared in his grasp. Sam's mouth fell open when he saw the curved blade. Holy shit, Gabe had Death's scythe! Why?
"She gave it to me," Gabe explained, "Told me to keep it away from Lucifer."
"So Lucifer left Heaven and tried to take Death's weapon," Dean assumed, "Obviously, he couldn't. Why would she give it to us? And why would Lucifer try to take it from her in the first place? Dude's got grace. He could smite anyone he wanted."
"… Not everyone."
Michael's low and stoic tone caused the whole group to go quiet again. Sam felt fully aware of his own husband's short presence next to him as the reality of what he just heard started to sink in. There were very few beings in the universe that couldn't be killed by angel grace…
"Okay. I'm lost," Clarence spoke up from the side of the hall as he held Jude's hand, "Who's the devil trying to kill?"
Michael stood back up to plant his hands on his hips and sighed deeply.
"Now that Darkness has been vanquished, there are only two beings left in all creation that can't be touched by celestial grace. One is laying in front of us," he explained, gesturing to Death at their feet, "And the other is –"
"No," Castiel exhaled, looking appalled, "Lucifer would not kill his own father. Our Father. That is madness."
"Spend enough time in a cage, madness becomes clarity," Michael muttered, "Lucifer spent far too long in that cage."
"That scythe can kill God?" Dean asked as he pointed toward the weapon in Gabe's hand.
Michael pursed his lips and nodded once, eying the scythe with disdain. Gabriel's small hand tightened around the wooden shaft, gripping it like a vise.
"It's not going to," Gabriel stated with such determination that it gave Sam chills, "Billie gave this thing to us to keep it away from Lucifer, and that's what we're going to do."
Sam eyed his husband's blonde locks and amber eyes, feeling a swelling of admiration. Damn, Gabe was so sexy when he took things seriously. Why couldn't he be serious a little more often?
"You make it sound like it will be easy," Michael said in exasperation.
"It will," Gabe shrugged, "There are, like, fifteen of us and one of him. He's outnumbered. Bigtime."
"But he is more cunning than all of us," the dark-haired archangel replied.
"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm with Gabe on this one," Dean allowed, "We can keep that weapon under control. In the meantime, we've gotta figure out what to do with her."
Every eye fell back to Billie on the floor. Sam felt terrible that they were all just standing there talking around her limp body, but everyone seemed too afraid to touch her.
"I don't think she should stay here," Oliver muttered sheepishly, "Not to be mean or anything, but if she's Death, I don't want Charlie to be around her."
"Agreed," Jess said.
"The children are right," Cas said, even though Ollie and Jess were clearly adults now, "Death cannot remain in the bunker."
"Well, we can't just throw her out," Dean said, glancing around, "… Can we?"
"No. Lucifer will surely find her again," Michael answered, "We need to put her somewhere she will be safe."
Across the hall, Clarence casually raised his free hand, gaining the group's attention.
"She can stay with my old man," he offered.
"Nice try, kid. But I highly doubt Bobby will let Death stay in his house," Dean said.
"Not that old man," Clare huffed, "I meant Crowley. He can take her to Hell."
Sam glanced around, seeing the expressions all shift to looks of understanding. Personally, Sam thought it was a great idea. Somehow, it seemed kind of fitting for Death to be safe in Hell. As the family contemplated the situation, Cas suddenly disappeared from Dean's side. Dean and Jude looked toward the empty spot between them before sharing a look of confusion. In the meantime, Sam also felt a tiny hand on his own arm and glanced down to see his granddaughter smiling up at him from Oliver's shoulder. Charlie's round, dimpled cheeks melted Sam's insides. She seemed to be the only person in the hall unaffected by everything that was happening, and Sam slightly envied her innocence.
Cas popped back into the room a few seconds later with Crowley, Rowena, and Bobby. Other than Cas, the new arrivals seemed completely lost and frustrated by being suddenly transported to a new location. Rowena was even holding a messy wooden spoon in her hand.
"Confound it all, ya blithering bird! I was in the middle of something!" the witch spat angrily toward Cas before turning to see Jude and Clare near her and gasping excitedly, "Boys! How did it go? Did the potion work? Have ya got an egg in yer nest?!"
Sam saw Jude and Clare share a small smile with each other and tighten their joined hands.
"The potion didn't work," Clare admitted, "… but I knocked up Jude anyway."
"With twins," Jude added with a smile.
Bobby, Crowley, and Rowena – and Sam and Oliver – all gasped upon hearing the news. Twins? Sam was surprised that a demon and an angel could make a single child, let alone two at once. Rowena shrieked shrilly in excitement, flinging her spoon behind her so that she could rush over and hug the couple. She cradled Jude's stomach afterward and ranted about how happy she was for them and how she couldn't wait to meet the little tykes. Crowley and Bobby, however, were both distracted by Billie on the floor.
"What the bloody hell is going on here?" Crowley asked, "Did you idiots kill Death again?"
"She just showed up and gave me her scythe. Said Lucifer tried to take it from her," Gabe quickly explained.
"And we need to put her somewhere that's not the bunker," Dean added.
"So I volunteered your place," Clare admitted.
The sheer volume of information that got dumped onto Crowley and Bobby in just a few short seconds left them momentarily speechless. They looked at each other, then to Jude and Clare, then to the weapon in Gabe's hand, and finally Death on the floor. The look on Crowley's face was indecipherable. Sam was sure that he would be pissed about the whole situation, or at least unhappy about having to take Death to Hell. But the demon king simply rolled his dark eyes and shoved his hands into his pockets.
"Honestly. Nothing that happens to you lot surprises me anymore," he mumbled, "Fine. I can make room in my castle for this poor sod. But I can't guarantee she'll stay there if she wakes up. She's Death itself and she'll do as she pleases."
"Fair enough," Michael nodded, "Let us know if she wakes up."
"In the meantime, the rest of us are going on lock down," Dean stated boldly, his eyes slowly traveling between every person in the room, "Everybody stays together for a few days until we get this sorted out. That means no leaving the bunker, not even for beer runs. We keep an ear to the angel radio and look for warning signs. If you find something that seems off, you let everyone else know. And for Chuck's sake, use the buddy system, alright? The last thing we need is a family member going MIA," Dean paused to gesture to his slightly-glowing son next to him, "We've got babies coming in about a week's time and we're gonna need all hands on deck. If Lucifer's planning to start trouble, we have to be ready. Got it?"
The hallway filled with various nodding heads and mumbles of 'yeah' and 'okay.' It had been so long since Dean had to use his big brother voice, the sound honestly made Sam upset. He hated that his family always had to keep their guard up twenty-four-seven. When would they finally be able to relax and live like an ordinary family? Crowley was the first to move. The demon king held out his hand and wisps of black smoke started to billow out from his fingers and gather around Billie's body.
"Robert," Crowley said, glancing to the old hunter beside him, "Put an old demon's mind at ease and stay here, would you, darling? I'll grab your heart medication and a bottle of brandy from the nightstand upon my return."
Bobby tilted his head down – probably to hide his reddening face from everyone else in the hall – but nodded.
"Sure," the old man muttered, "Bring our dogs back with ya, too."
Sam felt the urge to smile. It was the first time he had ever heard Bobby refer to Dickie's pups as 'our dogs.' His and Crowley's dogs. The idea was really sweet… Crowley nodded, turned back to the plume of smoke, and disappeared, taking Billie with him. Afterward, some of the family's attention slowly began to gravitate toward Jude, because Rowena was still rambling happily about Jude finally getting pregnant. But Sam was more focused on Gabriel than anything. The golden-haired archangel was as still as a statue, still holding out the scythe almost like he wanted someone else to take it.
"Gabe," Sam said, reaching over to touch his husband's shoulder, "Are you okay?"
"What? Huh? Yeah. Of course I'm okay, Sammy," Gabe said too quickly, putting on his best fake smile as he shifted the heavy scythe around, "I've got you, don't I? Everything will be fine as long as I've got my Samsquatch."
Sam grinned and nodded, but only to make Gabe feel better. Inside, his stomach was twisting with worry. Lucifer, Death, God, Jude's pregnancy – it was a lot, even for the usually laid-back trickster. While Sam tried to think of something else to say to comfort his husband, he felt a tiny hand on his arm again. Charlie was gently slapping him, trying to get him to look at her. Once he did, her gummy grin returned, displaying her dimpled cheeks.
"Moo-moo-moo-moo!" she hummed excitedly.
A genuine smirk temporarily flashed on Sam's face. His granddaughter didn't call him Grandpa or Pawpaw. She called Sam 'Moo-moo,' because she heard Gabe call him Moose all the time. Honestly, Sam had gotten so used to the nickname that he didn't mind it anymore. To him, Moo-moo was a hell of a lot better than Grandpa.
"Here," Oliver said, shifting the baby out of his grasp and holding her toward Sam, "Take her for a sec, will you?"
Sam immediately took the baby into his arms, after which Oliver and Jessica started to talk in whispers. He heard Jane's name, so he assumed that Oliver was worried about his mom. Once in her grandpa's hold, Charlie beamed and reached up for his shaggy hair, reciting the 'moo-moo-moo' phrase again as she tugged at the strands. Sam figured that Gabe would want to play with the baby too, like he always did. But the situation with Death must have really gotten to him, because the archangel stepped forward to talk with Michael about the scythe. For the moment, Sam was alone with his baby granddaughter, who was still oblivious to every bad thing happening in the world.
"You're a lucky kid, you know that?" Sam hummed to the baby.
Charlie only cooed happily. Her little round face brought back so many memories of Jessica at her age. How could twenty years have passed so quickly? How could Sam be looking at his granddaughter instead of his daughter? Using the gentlest touch, Sam swept some of Charlie's fine orange-blonde hair out of her eyes. Her hands were extremely tiny. Such short, stubby little fingers, like her grandfather Gabriel.
"These are Grandpa Gabe's hands, you know," Sam mentioned as he held up one of her hands with the tip of his finger.
Charlie just looked at her hand and flexed her fingers open and closed. The baby obviously didn't know what Sam was saying, but she still whispered, 'Ga-ga-ga?'
"Grandpa Gabe. Yeah," Sam nodded.
Charlie looked up at him before swiveling her large head around and reaching out toward Gabriel a few feet away.
"Ga-ga-ga-ga!" she called.
Charlie clearly wanted to visit her other grandpa, who was still talking quietly with Michael. Sam wasn't going to intrude on their conversation, until he saw a flash of Gabe's honey eyes and the terror secretly hidden there. There were only a select few times during their marriage that Sam saw that type of fear in his husband's eyes. Even though they hadn't spoken to each other about it yet, Sam knew that Gabe was dreading the thought of having to defend his family against his own brother. Lucifer had been one of Gabe's favorite siblings and it probably killed him to know that he might have to bring him harm. What could Sam do to help him cope?
Michael eventually walked away, saying that he needed to bring Adam and Katherine back to the bunker. With Gabriel free, Sam walked over with their granddaughter to be with him. As soon as they were close, Charlie stretched both hands out toward him with her wide gummy grin.
"Ga-ga!" the baby rejoiced.
The adorable sound was just enough to pull Gabriel from his dark stupor. He glanced toward the scythe in his hand before dropping it to the floor with a loud clang and holding both arms out for Charlie.
"Snickerdoodle," he sang, voice a little less excited than Sam was hoping for, "How's my baby girl?"
Gabe tickled Charlie's tummy, making her shrill giggle fill the hall. The sound must have made Gabriel feel something deep because he suddenly hugged her tiny body afterward, holding her to his shoulder as he gulped and closed his eyes. The sight tore Sam apart. To offer some kind of help, Sammy reached out to curl an arm around Gabe's back and pull him close. Gabriel's head instantly nuzzled against the middle of Sam's chest and his free arm swooped around to grip a handful of Sam's shirt.
"It's gonna be okay, Gabe," Sam whispered before pecking a kiss to the top of his husband's blonde head, "I'm here for you."
Gabe didn't reply. His grip on Sam's shirt only got tighter.
Death's disappearing act was a gigantic pain in Lucifer's ass. When he first showed up, he was really hoping to reason with her; help her see the light, so that she would be on his side when the second apocalypse rolled around. But Death obviously wasn't going to budge, which meant that Lucifer would have to find her little gardening tool on his own.
When Death disappeared, Lucifer searched the area he was in. Part of him hoped that she had fled in such a hurry that she had forgotten to grab it. But of course, the bitch was too clever for that. The scythe was nowhere to be found among her grandiose halls of books. She must have taken it with her somehow, which meant he was going to have to find her again.
The next stop Lucifer made was Purgatory. If Death was trying to run away from the devil, Purgatory seemed like the first place to go. It was his least favorite place – besides Heaven – because of the cesspool of animal souls haphazardly thrown in there. With his grace, Lucifer searched every last corner of Purgatory as fast as he could, but there was no sign of the curvy figure of Death. No black hair, no dark eyes, not even those sexy dress pants. The only thing he found was miles and miles of carcasses, animals gruesomely hunting each other, and the stench of a thousand corpses.
So, if Death wasn't in Purgatory, she was almost certainly on Earth. And that was Lucifer's next destination. Though, finding her there was going to be much harder, not only because it was densely populated with hairless apes, but also because those Winchesters were probably keeping an eye out for him. Those bastards could probably smell celestial grace from hundreds of miles away, like a buck sniffing out doe urine during mating season. Angel grace was like cat nip to them or something. So he attempted to avoid them at all costs. Lucifer had no feud with those brats – at least, not at the moment. All he wanted was to find Death so that he could take her scythe. This time, it took him a little longer to scour the globe, but the result was still the same. No Death. Not even a sign of her. Anywhere. The outcome really pissed Lucifer off because he was sure that those were the only two places she would go. Death certainly wouldn't go to heaven. And if Purgatory and Earth were both a bust, there was only one place left to check… and the thought brought a smile back to Lucifer's face.
Hell was a plane Lucifer knew like the back of his hand, because he was the one who created it. Demons? His. The throne? His. Souls of the damned being tortured for all eternity with only the echoes of their own cries to keep them company? Definitely his. But he didn't care about any of that anymore. That stuck-up, self-proclaimed 'demon king' could have it all. Lucifer didn't give two shits about torturing humanity anymore. His fight was with God, and he wasn't going to stop until he saw his father's blood dripping from the curved blade of that scythe.
The scorching flames of hellfire rose up around Lucifer's form when he arrived in one of the pits. The moment he landed, he could feel that Death was near; far closer than he had felt since his hand was on her throat. Using his grace to turn himself invisible, Lucifer slinked through the torture chambers, over the pits of fire, and finally arrived at the castle. Demons were skulking around everywhere, moving souls around. But Death's sweet scent led Lucifer right into the dining hall. At least, it was the dining hall. Now, it looked like it had been transformed into some kind of trophy room. Pedestals with fine gems and rare items were placed all along the walls and it made Lucifer roll his eyes. Ugh. The ego of that demon king was astounding.
Finally, Lucifer had found his target. Death was unconscious, laying on a slab of stone in the middle of the room. Four demonic guards were stationed at each corner of the room, but Lucifer quickly disposed of them. A single blast of his grace fried them all at once, leaving only charred shadows against the walls where they once stood. Lucifer perched himself at Death's side afterward; sitting on the edge of her stone bed so that he could peer down at her unconscious form. He felt oddly powerful staring down at her. Death itself was beneath him. She was helpless. Defenseless. And so beautiful. He could have stared at her forever. But he had a mission to complete, and she needed to be awake for it. With the softest movements, Lucifer leaned over to brush his lips against hers, using a celestial kiss to snap her back to consciousness.
Death awoke with a start, shaking her head and scurrying away from him, wiping her mouth along the way. She curled her legs up and glared at him from the corner of the stone slab, covering her mouth with her hand.
"Snake!" she hissed angrily.
"Nice to see you too, honey," Lucifer winked, "Consider yourself lucky. I've never kissed anyone in my life."
Despite the compliment, Death continued to wipe her lips as if she thought they were poisoned.
"So, let's cut to the chase," Lucifer sighed, crossing his arms, "You and I both know I'm persistent and I'll never stop coming after you until you give me what I want. Save yourself the hassle and just give me the scythe. I'll give it back as soon as I'm done, and you'll be free to go on your way."
Death didn't speak. She only rubbed her lips and glared at him. Her determination to deny his request really started to piss Lucifer off.
"Look, I know you've got it. You have it on you somehow," Lucifer growled, flashing his eyes red again, "Do I really need to torture it out of you? Come on, I don't want to disfigure that pretty face, but I'll do what I have to."
Death's hand dropped away and she gave him the flattest look ever.
"You're a petty child, Lucifer," she said, voice raspy from their last violent encounter, "You're a greedy asshole who does whatever he wants, no matter how it effects everyone else. And one of these days, it's gonna come back to bite your lily white ass. And I just hope I'm there to see it."
Lucifer's top lip curled against his teeth as he grit his jaws together. That bitch didn't know anything about him! She didn't know about the millenniums he spent in a cage, how his family abandoned him, how humanity passed down lies about him. Death didn't know anything! In his rage, Lucifer raised his hand and blasted Death with his grace. The force was enough to blow her off the stone slab and knock her unconscious again. Her body crumbled into a heap near the wall and lay motionless. Though he was seething with rage, Lucifer restrained himself enough to put his grace away. He had a mission. Always the mission…
Lucifer slipped over and rolled her back so that he could place his hand against her forehead. If he couldn't get her to tell him where the scythe was, he could at least look through her memories and see where she put it. The most recent one, besides the encounter they just had, was fresh. Though the picture was blurry, Lucifer could make out the shape of the scythe in her hand – as well as a couple of familiar faces looking back at her. The blonde hair and golden grace was unmistakable. It was Gabriel, Lucifer's little brother. And next to him was the offspring Gabriel had with Lucifer's vessel. The image pulled a chuckle out of Lucifer's mouth as he broke away to look down at Death's limp body.
"The Winchesters?!" he laughed, "You gave your scythe to those idiots?! Oh, you made it almost too easy, sweetheart."
Death didn't say anything because she was basically deadweight on the floor. But Lucifer rolled her pretty face toward him so that he could look at her one last time.
"For what it's worth, I wish you were on my side," he whispered, "… Such a shame."
With a new sense of direction, Lucifer stood up from the floor, gathered his composure, and flew away from the heated misery of Hell. He was headed back to Earth to take the weapon off the Winchesters' hands.
(Author's Note: Yeah, I know. This angst sucks. :( And I know there wasn't a lot of fluff in this chapter because of all the angst, but it is on the way. Especially between Jude and Clare. I promise. :) Poor Sammy still has a full plate – Oliver, Gabriel, a new granddaughter – but he deals with it so well. :) And again about Lucifer: I feel like the relationship he has with Billie in this fic has a lot of symbolism. He's literally attempting to court Death. As creepy as his behavior is, I think it's just classic Lucifer. (Remember how terrible he was in Sam's head? What a douche.) XD Next chapter will be better, though. I hope. ;) Guys, thank you so much for reading and commenting all the time, especially those of you who have been here for such a long time. Your devotion astounds and humbles me every single week. I love you all so much! :D The next chapter will be out soon! :)
Classical E Centric, Aww, I'm so glad you're excited for the twins, darlin! :D I do have names picked out, (both start with 'G') but I would still love to hear your suggestions! :D Thank you so much for reading and commenting! I hope you have a great weekend! :)
GeekGirlForLife, Lol! I actually can't take credit for the twins idea. My good friend suggested it and I was like, 'Yeah, I definitely have to do that now.' XD Oh, you don't have to worry too much about the Lucifer situation, darlin. (You know I'll make everything okay in the end. It's practically my calling card. I can't help it. lol) ;D I actually do have the twins' names picked out (both start with 'G') but I would still love to hear your suggestions! :D Darlin, thank you so much for reading and commenting! I hope you have a great weekend! :)
Eyum daRelmera, Oh yes! Our new babies are new creations altogether, and Grandpa Chuck definitely approves. ;D And oh my chuck, I'm so glad you liked Lucifer's 'pants' line! XD I figured after all the babies the Winchesters have had, Lucifer would see them as just a bunch of mating machines. XD I'm so glad you like Lucifer in this story, because there will probably be a lot of him. (case in point, this chapter. Lol) He's gonna be doing lots of devious stuff, so it should be fun to watch. XD You're right, Jude is and will continue to be heavily protected by his family. ;) Ha! I agree, Billie dragging Lucifer around by the ear is hilarious. And Sam would definitely approve! ;D Yeah, Chuck had grand plans for Lucifer, but it all went downhill. (This might sound bad, but I'm still debating on whether or not to redeem his character by the end of this story. The ending I have for him now is kind of bleak, but deserved. What are your thoughts, darlin? I'd love to have your opinion on this.) :) Haha! I'm so glad you liked Clare's reaction to his father-in-law being in his and Jude's bedroom. XD Of all the things he was expecting, Cas was not one of them! XD I think that apprehension is a fundamental part of Michael's character. Lol. He's always leery about stuff, especially when it messes with the angel radio. ;D Aww, I'm so glad you see Castiel as soft, gentle, and warm in my story, because I try very hard to depict him that way. Especially with his baby Jude. :) I think since Cas knew how much Jude wanted to get pregnant, he feels that much more excited to share the experience with him. :D Gabriel is always a nuisance. (Poor Sam. Lol) and I just had to have Clare make a fool of himself after hearing he was having twins. I'm sure any father would freak out at that! lol XD And I'm so glad you see why Billie gave the scythe to Gabe! Most people think he isn't capable of being serious and handling serious things, but he totally is! He's the perfect balance of power and flexibility that Billie was looking for. ;) And, darlin, I'm so glad you mentioned wanting to see Gabe use his grace more, because he will definitely be doing that later in this fic. And for good reason. ;) I'm so glad you enjoyed last week's chapter as a whole, and I hope that you found just as much enjoyment from this new one! Thank you so much for reading and commenting! I hope you have a great weekend! :)
Jawn Lennon Aid, Aww, I'm glad you were predicting twins, darlin! :D Yes, you're exactly right; neither of them will feel alone in being part of a new species. ;) Cas really is an easy target for awkwardness, but I couldn't pass up the opportunity for him to catch Clare off guard. XD Michael is happy for Jude and the family, but he's cautious. He knows that a new species doesn't usually draw good attention from the celestials. :) Jude and Clarence are grateful for the toast, and feel they will really need those blessings. XD Darlin, thank you so much for reading and commenting every week! I hope you have a wonderful weekend! :)
