(Author's Note: Just a warning there are very sad parts in this chapter. I apologize ahead of time for any tears that may be spilled. If you are like me and you have a sensitive heart, it might be better to wait for next week's happier chapter to give you comfort after reading this. But if you are brave enough to withstand the sadness, full steam ahead. :) Thank you so much for reading!)
Jude and Clare eventually brought Jessica breakfast. Then lunch a few hours later. And then dinner a few hours after that. Despite the periodic visits from her cheery best friends, Jess remained tucked out of sight in her bedroom for the rest of the day. Charlie found the isolation a little strange. The baby often asked for 'Da-da', 'Ga-ga', and 'Moo-moo', but Jess showed her daughter videos of puppies and kittens on her cell phone to keep her distracted. One day away from the family wouldn't hurt. The thought of being near them after handing the scythe to Lucifer seemed wrong. Jess deserved their outrage, not their pity. She deserved to be separate for what she had done.
That night – it must have been close to bedtime, though Jess could barely tell – her door opened again. She assumed Jude and Clare were bringing her a late-night snack and she was planning to send them away. But the messy hair and broad silhouette were enough to show that it was Oliver. She only gave him a single glance before rolling back over to watch the baby bunnies and ducks on her phone with Charlie. Part of Jess was really upset with him for letting Lucifer waltz in and take their baby while she was asleep. But, then again, she didn't have much room to talk, did she? Jess was just as guilty as he was for letting it happen…
"H – hey."
The sound of Ollie's voice in a raspy tone reminded Jess of the old days, when he was nervous to talk to her because he liked her so much. Still, Jess didn't reply. She only curled her arm around Charlie and tried to focus on the animals.
"Jess, I'm sorry," Ollie continued at the door, "I really am… Gabe has already given me a lecture and a half, but if you need to yell at me too, I'm ready to hear it."
Jess took a silent breath and pursed her lips. No matter how upset she was, Jess couldn't bring herself to yell at Ollie. He was dumb and, at times, made really stupid decisions. But who didn't? Poor Ollie didn't realize that this isolation wasn't supposed to be punishment for him, it was Jessica's punishment for herself. As she struggled to come up with something to say to explain that, Oliver sighed wearily at the door.
"I get it. You're still mad," he mumbled sadly, "I'll go find a couch. Goodnight."
The sound of the door beginning to squeak shut made Jess quickly roll over. The gesture paused Ollie in the doorway, where he raised his head to share a look with Jessica. It was the first time they had seen each other since Jess had kicked him out. But all her anger had melted down into sadness and her spirit yearned for affection again.
"Come to bed."
Though she tried to sound persuasive, it came out as a harsh demand. Oliver gulped and instantly stepped into their bedroom, seeming a little intimidated by Jess's tone. He slowly climbed over all the stuff in the floor to get to their bed, where he hesitated again to look down at his side before carefully climbing in. The feeling of his weight being added to the mattress and the warmth radiating from him comforted Jess more than she thought it would. It was nice to know Ollie was back. Charlie noticed the difference too, because her strawberry-blonde head popped up from the bed and she climbed over Jess to look at him with a big gummy grin.
"Da-da-da-da!" she sang.
"Hey, Charlie," Ollie mumbled.
His voice was tainted with guilt, almost like he felt bad seeing his daughter's excitement. Charlie climbed all the way over her mother to get to her father and greet him with hugs. Jess rolled to face the two of them as they interacted, placing her cell phone near the pillow just in case Charlie wanted to watch the baby animals again. The sight of Ollie and Charlie playing made Jess feel better than she had all day. Lucifer may have stolen the scythe, but at least Jess still got to see this lovely sight. Her daughter was safe and happy, and that was the only positive thing that came from Lucifer's damned trade.
Oliver eventually picked up the phone and started surfing the internet for more funny videos to watch with Charlie as Jess slowly closed her eyes. Now that her small family was together and talking again, she felt comfortable enough to let her exhaustion take over. Pretty soon, Jess felt herself fading out while listening to her husband and daughter's giggles…
… And then, there was panic. Nothing but raw, unbridled terror as Jessica sprang up in bed and spun around to see the clock at her bedside table. It was 2:37 AM. The number was bright red on the analog clock and Jess knew she had very little time. It was coming. Something was coming and she had to get everyone out of the bunker now.
She started by shaking Oliver awake and telling him they needed to get out. The poor guy had barely opened his eyes by the time Jess scooped Charlie into her arms and grabbed him by the waist. In a flash, Jess flew them both into the Impala in the garage. Oliver was asking what was happening, what was wrong, but Jess couldn't answer. She told him to stay put and quickly flew around for everyone else. Jude and Clare were next, followed by her parents. Then Dean and Cas. Then Bobby and Crowley. Then Michael, Adam, and baby Katherine. And finally, Rowena and Meg.
With her grace, Jess dashed through the bunker to grab everyone and transfer them to the Impala. With each return trip, more and more voices were asking her what the hell she was doing and why they were all being crammed into the tiny Impala. But again, Jess couldn't answer. She didn't have time to talk. All she knew was that she had to get her family out as quickly as she could. On the last trip back with Meg and Rowena, some of the family had started to climb back out of the car in confusion. But Jess quickly shoved them all back in. The Impala was a life raft, and the bunker was a ship about to sink.
Once everyone was packed into the black car, Jess flashed to the hood and placed both of her glowing hands to the metal. As she was about to fly the car away, the concrete floor beneath her feet began to rattle violently. The tremendous movement caused the Impala to shake on its wheels – and a large crack formed between Jess's feet. The blonde Nephilim gasped and looked down to see the deep crack inching all the way across the floor and the deep void beneath was filled with a bright red glow… A scarlet glow that looked eerily similar to Lucifer's devilish eyes…
Jessica sucked in a gasp as she jolted straight up in bed. She was out of breath and sweating all over, feeling as if she had lived everything she saw in her dream. The emotion was still there, driving her to spin around at look to the analog clock on her bedside table.
She watched in horror as the red numbers on the clock switched from 2:36 to 2:37.
"Oliver! We have to get out of here!"
Jessica's shout was enough to wake up her husband and have him scramble around in bed. Just as she did in her dream, Jessica scooped Charlie into her arms and dove across the bed to wrap an arm around Oliver's waist. She blasted them to the Impala as fast as lightening, leaving them in the backseat in shock.
"Wh – what's going -?"
"Stay here! Don't move!" Jess ordered.
She was in Jude and Clare's bedroom in less than a second, flashing over to throw her arms around both of them and fly them to the car in the garage. Their previous horizontal sleeping positions were changed to sitting positions as she shoved them into the back seat with Oliver. Jess caught a glimpse of Jude waking up with a gasp and covering his mouth like he was going to puke before she flew into her parents' room.
Dad was asleep but Papa was awake, playing on Dad's phone. Pop asked what she was doing, but Jess couldn't speak. There was no time to explain. She grabbed each of her parents by the arm and flew them to the Impala as well. Jess pushed them both in next to Jude, who was curled toward Clare. Jess wasn't sure if Jude had puked or not and she didn't have time to find out. The next stop was Dean and Cas's room. Her uncles were cuddled together under their blanket in the dark when Jess sprang onto it and grabbed their shoulders. Uncle Cas asked what was happening as she flew them both to the Impala. They were the first ones to get put into the front seat.
"Jessica, slow down! Tell us what is happening!" she heard her Papa ask, "I can help –"
But he couldn't help. No one understood how important it was to get out of the bunker except Jessica. She popped into Bobby and Crowley's room next, grabbing each of them and transferring them to the car. Without even looking at the loaded vehicle, Jess flew to Michael and Adam's room. Luckily, Michael was already holding Katherine when she came in to take them away, so she only had to grab the two adults. Michael, still holding the baby, was shocked to find himself crammed into the tight Impala with everyone else. Charlie was crying, adults were voicing their confusion and frustration, there was barely any room left in the Impala. But Jess knew there was one more trip to make.
She raced to Rowena's room to grab the sleeping witch by the arm and flew her to Meg's room, where Jess grabbed the demon and flew them both back to the Impala. Uncle Dean and Crowley had both gotten out of the car to stand and demand answers from Jessica. But after tossing Rowena and Meg inside with everyone else, she shoved her uncles back into the car and shut the doors. Charlie and Katherine were both crying now, fueling the panic in Jessica's chest.
Just like it did in her dream, the room began to shake. Loose tools and metal cabinets in the garage started to rattle, adding terrifying sound to the already chaotic scene. Jessica quickly braced both of her hands on the hood and turned her grace on, lighting up her hands to get ready to fly the Impala – and her entire family – to safety. She could feel and hear the large crack beginning to form between her feet, snaking its way across the concrete floor, but she didn't look down this time. She closed her eyes and focused on the task at hand instead.
With all her might, strength, and grace, Jessica took the massively heavy Impala and flew it out of the bunker. She didn't go very far, only a few yards up the street outside. But the ground quaked just as much in the open as it did in the bunker. The nearby streetlights overhead flickered and waved around, some falling over with loud smashes and leaving areas in the dark. Trees swayed violently, the ground shook like crazy under her bare feet, and giant spiderweb cracks formed in the road ahead.
Jessica left her hands on the hood, just in case she needed to use her grace to move the car farther away, but turned around to search for the entrance of the bunker in the distance. Seemingly all at once, the great grassy hill that housed the bunker crumbled inward on itself. Jessica's eyes were frozen on the spot as she felt and heard the massive rumble of earth slowly swallowing her home. A faint red glow peeked through the dirt as it moved, reminding her yet again of Lucifer's crimson grace. The same bunker that her family had been peacefully sleeping in moments before was nothing but rubble. It was a crater filled with dirt and rock. One second later – one second later – and they all would have been crushed to death…
Minutes passed. The earthquake eventually stopped. And the Bunker remained a sinkhole. Jessica didn't realize how numb her own hands were on the hood until she heard the car doors squeaking open behind her and people stepping out into the road. Other than the babies crying, no one spoke for several seconds. Everyone only stared at the destruction of their home in horror and shock, still wearing their night clothes. Papa was the first to speak. And what he said made Jess's blood run cold.
"Dickie…"
Before anyone could stop him, Jess's Pop was gone. He had vanished into thin air, leaving Dad to shout after him.
"Our dogs were in there, too," Bobby breathed from the back, "Shit… shit…"
Jess's icy hands started to tremble as she clung to the cold metal Impala. Oh, no! She had forgotten the dogs! How could she have forgotten all the dogs?! If they were hurt, it was all her fault.
"What is Gabriel doing?"
"H – he must have gone into the bunker… what's left of it… to search for the animals."
"What the hell just happened?! Was that an earthquake?!"
"It was Lucifer, wasn't it? Did you see the red light?! Oh, God, he's trying to kill us! And we're just standing here, out in the damn open!"
"Mike, I can't get Kate to stop crying."
"I'm going after Gabe."
"No, Sam, don't be stupid!"
Luckily, no one had to go after Papa. He reappeared on his own in front of the Impala a few moments later. He was covered in dirt and mud, looking like he had just crawled through a mine. He was coughing and cradling an armful of furry dogs to his chest. Jessica, her Dad, and uncle Bobby all raced forward to meet him as he knelt to the ground to put the animals down. They were all shaken and whining, especially Dickie, who didn't leave Papa's grasp.
"It's okay, Dickster. Papa's here," he soothed breathlessly.
Dickie's back leg must have been broken because he yelped when Papa touched it. With some of his grace, Papa healed the poor dog, making his pitiful whimpers quiet down. Jessica exhaled the breath she had been holding and briefly closed her eyes. Now, she didn't have to feel guilty about forgetting the family pets… At least, that's what she thought. Until she turned around.
Two of Bobby's dogs were nervously running and whining all around him, but one wasn't moving at all. It was Humphrey, the special one of the group. He was laying on his side and wheezing, sounding like a broken squeaky toy. He must have been crushed under something heavy, because it sounded like his ribcage was squeezing his lungs. Uncle Bobby carefully scooped the little dog up and held him, petting his head.
"Aw, hell," the old man huffed, sounding on the verge of tears, "It's gonna be alright, Humphrey… Gabe, can you...?"
Though he was still distraught about Dickie, Papa found the gumption to crawl over and reach out a glowing hand to touch the dog… but it was too late. Poor little Humphrey let out his last breath in Bobby's arms, just before Pop's grace could get to him. Papa pet him repeatedly with his golden light, trying so hard to heal his broken little body and bring him back. But Humphrey was already motionless. One of Bobby's dogs, an animal that Jessica had known all her life, was gone.
"Dammit," Papa huffed, his golden grace glowing brighter as he held it to the dog, "Dammit, it's not working!"
Tears were pouring from Jess's eyes as she looked up to see the blur of her father kneel next to her Papa in the road and put an arm around him.
"Gabriel. He's gone," Dad said quietly.
"No, he's not. I can fix it," Pop snapped.
"That's enough, boy," Bobby said sternly, pushing Pop's hand away, "Let the poor dog be."
Uncle Bobby's voice was powerful enough to get through to Papa. The archangel's glow disappeared and he finally dropped his hand away, clenching it into a fist to hit the hard asphalt. He closed his eyes tight and turned toward Dad, who welcomed him into a hug. Rowena and Crowley both stepped forward to kneel with Bobby and offer him some kind of support for losing his dog, but all the old man did was hold Humphrey to his chest and stare off into the distance, almost glaring. Jessica couldn't help but feel the weight of guilt in her chest. In the rush to get her entire family to safety, she forgot the dogs.
"You knew."
Jessica tore her still glistening eyes up to Michael, who was looking down at her with suspicion. He was holding his daughter, whose cries had softened to whimpers.
"You knew the bunker was going to collapse," he breathed, "How?"
"I… had a dream," Jess admitted.
"Jessica has premonitions about the future. She always has," uncle Cas explained in her defense, "This time, her gift has saved all of our lives."
"But our stuff was in there," Ollie's voice came from the back of the distraught crowd, "All of Charlie's stuff…"
"We can't think about that right now," uncle Dean calmly replied.
"Dean, all of our hunting gear. The angel blades, the guns, the ammo, the spell books –"
"Sam, it's okay. They're all still there," Dean assured, "They're just –"
"Buried under a hillside," Clarence huffed from the back.
"For once, I agree with the demonic sow," Rowena said, looking around at everyone in the dark as she gingerly rubbed Bobby's back, "Meg is right. If this was Lucifer's doing, then sittin' and talkin' out here in the middle of the bloody street isn't a wise decision."
"Maybe he thinks we're dead," Dad guessed.
"He could be watching us right now," Michael huffed, searching around in suspicion as he cradled his daughter closer to his chest, "We need to get somewhere safe. Quickly."
"Somewhere safe? Hello! He just demolished the safest place in the world! There is no safe place!" Clare spat.
"Alright, look. We obviously can't stay in the street. We need to go somewhere else and regroup," Dean said, stepping into the center of the crowd to address everyone, "I say we temporarily move this party to Jude's house –"
"Wh – what? Our house?" Jude gasped, looking extremely pale, "Why not Bobby's?"
"Because Lucifer knows where that is. He's been there. And he knows it's the first place we'll go if we survived this," Dean answered, briefly gesturing to their ruined bunker, "He's never seen Jude's house. Like I said, it will be temporary. We'll just stay there long enough to get a plan together."
"Plan?" Crowley scoffed, shaking his head with a sigh, "You Winchester folk never fail to live up to your grandiose reputation…"
"I agree with Dean," Adam blurted, "It might not be a fool-proof plan, but it beats staying out here and waiting for the devil to show up."
"I agree as well," Cas added.
"But, Dad," Jude muttered, "There's not enough room for –"
"We'll make it work, little man," Dean promised kindly before turning to the rest of the group, "Everybody back in the car. Hurry up."
Jessica was amazed that Dean could think clearly and take charge so fast after going through something so catastrophic. A majority of the family quickly migrated to the car to squeeze back in. Jess's parents leaned into each other as they got back to their feet, with Papa sadly holding Dickie in the crook of his arm. Rowena and Crowley both helped Bobby stand up as the old man delicately cradled Humphrey. The other two dogs were whimpering and wandering around their feet. Once up, Bobby turned to give Dean a stern expression.
"I'm going home to bury my dog," he stated.
"Bobby," Dean sighed, "We really need to stick together –"
"I said I'm going home to bury my dog, boy," Bobby growled, slower this time to emphasize each word.
There was no changing the old man's mind. Bobby was going home to start his grieving process, and no one was going to stop him. Uncle Dean gulped and nodded, lowering his head in respect.
"Okay," he mumbled, glancing toward Crowley and Rowena, "You three stay together, then. We can't lose anyone else."
Lose anyone else. That was enough to make Jess's tears start up again. If she had only remembered the dogs, they wouldn't have lost anyone… Crowley and Rowena both agreed with nods, bid everyone a farewell, and left with Bobby and his three dogs in a cloud of black smoke. Jess's Dad pulled her Papa through the dark remnants of their departure, leading him toward the Impala. Everyone had gotten back into the car except for uncle Cas. He stood at the hood and beckoned Jess forward with a gentle gesture.
"Come, Jessica. I will help you move the Impala," he offered.
Jessica was about to ask why they couldn't drive, but remembered that the keys were probably somewhere with the rest of Dean's possessions. With a heart that sat like a heavy rock in her chest, Jessica slunk forward and put her hands back on the cold hood of the car. It was nice to see Cas's hands rest near hers. His glowed blueish-white and hers turned gold as they thought of Jude's house only a few miles away, and took their family away from what was left of their home.
Sam thought that after watching so many of the things he loved get taken away, he would be used to the feeling of acute sorrow and loss. But losing the place he called home for so many amazing years left a special mark on his heart. It was a bleek and horrific reminder that no place was ever really safe. Nothing was permanent. But worse than that, losing the bunker made it clear that Sam was still within Lucifer's reach.
Jude's house was tiny, and it was even smaller with thirteen people in it. Jude and Clare generously offered Michael and Adam their bed, so that they could share it with Katherine and keep the baby comfortable. Oliver and Jessica were gifted the tiny couch in the living room, where Charlie quickly fell back to sleep in the bassinette from the half-finished nursery. Clare put Jude in the comfy recliner and slept on the floor beside him for the rest of the night. At least, it was where he would have slept, if any of the adults could actually fall asleep…
Mostly, they drank. And tried to wrap their heads around what the hell just happened. The only ray of light that Sam could see was his daughter's heroic actions. Jessica was so quick to save everyone, not hesitating for a second. Her fast thinking and even faster grace was able to save every person in their family. Sam couldn't have been prouder to have her as a daughter than he did that night. He often glanced over to give her an encouraging smile, but Jess always turned away. It seemed like she was mad at herself for what happened to Bobby's dog. But it wasn't her fault. It was Lucifer's fault.
Dean suggested starting a lookout routine. He said they needed to do perimeter checks for Lucifer, just in case the devil found them. Every hour or so, they would change shifts. Dean took the first watch. Then Michael. Then it was supposed to be Gabriel, but Sam could tell that his husband would not be up for keeping watch. Gabriel hadn't said a word for hours. The archangel only sat in front of the couch and stared at the opposite wall with empty eyes. Dean offered him beer, which he declined. Cas asked if he wanted to talk, but Gabe shook his head. The silence not only worried Sam, it ate at the fabric of his very soul. The sound of Gabriel's voice had helped him through so many hard times and he needed to hear it now more than ever.
After a trip to the bathroom, Sam noticed that Gabriel was gone from his spot in front of the couch. Cas must have noticed the surprise on Sam's face, because the angel met eyes with him and nodded toward the far side of the kitchen.
"Gabriel is outside. He said he needed air," Cas informed.
Sam exhaled the breath he had taken and immediately started for Jude's backyard. The door to get outside was a little jammed and he had to brace his shoulder to shove it open. The night sky was turning soft purple as the morning approached. Sam was surprised to see fireflies peppered all through the space as he walked further onto the lawn. It was a tiny backyard, fenced in with old wire and an apple tree in each corner. Gabriel was standing next to a lawn chair with his hands at his sides. He was wearing a white tank top and orange boxer shorts – the same clothes he had gone to bed in that night – and dirt was still smeared all over him from where he rescued the dogs. Sam slowly stepped up next to his husband and glanced toward his face, seeing that his eyes were staring blankly toward the plum-colored horizon.
"I'm pissed."
The words came out of Gabe's mouth so effortlessly that they surprised Sam. The man nodded, wholly agreeing with his archangel.
"I know –"
"No. You don't understand," Gabriel interrupted, gulping so hard that his Adam's apple bounced, "I'm pissed, Sam. I am beyond livid…"
Sam remained quiet. He could sense Gabriel was about to finally let it all out and he wanted to be supportive. The archangel looked down and rubbed his hands together, brushing the dirt and mud from his palms and fingers.
"Lucifer used to be my favorite brother. Can you believe that?" Gabe said breathlessly, "I used to look up to that bastard… Now, he's laid his hands on our granddaughter, Sam… He manipulated our daughter into giving him that scythe… He destroyed our home… He hurt my dog… He killed Bobby's…"
Gabe's head raised up and he finally looked at Sam for the first time that night. Tears were glistening in his eyes and his jaw was tight.
"Why would he do that to me?" Gabe asked, "I was one of the only ones who stood up for him! He was supposed to be my older brother, not my worst enemy!"
Sam nodded to show that he was listening without interrupting. He couldn't imagine what it must have felt like to be outright attacked by a sibling. He and Dean were lucky enough to have almost always been on good terms. Gabriel furiously wiped his own tears away with his dirty hands and shook his head of blonde hair, looking pitifully frustrated and heartbroken.
"I found those dogs hiding under the kitchen table," the archangel huffed, "Huddled together and whimpering like puppies… I'm such a selfish asshole. I was so worried about healing my own damn dog that I let Bobby's slip through my fingers –"
"No," Sam immediately blurted, easing closer to place his hands on his husband's shoulders, "Gabriel, don't do that to yourself –"
"Do what? Tell the truth?" Gabe asked, "I could have saved that dog, Sam. One touch from my grace and he would be alive right now. I wouldn't be feeling like shit."
"Actually, you probably would still feel like shit, Gabe. We just lost our house," Sam grimly pointed out.
Strangely enough, the statement made a breathless chuckle come from Gabe's mouth. The archangel hung his head and nodded, wearing a weak smile.
"… Yeah. You're right," Gabe sighed, "Doesn't make it better, though."
Sam exhaled woefully. There had to be some way that he could cheer Gabriel up. The man took the time to cradle both sides of the archangel's small head and tilt it back up. Sam looked down into the honey colored eyes he had adored for many years and put on his softest smile.
"No. But you know what helps?" he prompted, tracing Gabe's jawline with his thumbs, "The fact that I still get to look at you. And hold you. And hear your voice."
Gabe gulped, staring up at Sam with his eyebrows furrowed.
"I thought you said my voice was annoying," he mumbled.
"It is," Sam shrugged, "… but I wouldn't be able to live without it."
Gabe's faint smile returned and his eyebrows lowered to morph his face into a slightly smug and hopeful expression.
"So you do love me," he happily accused.
Sam chuckled once before lowering his head to gently capture his husband's mouth with his own. Only a small amount of tongue was able to work its way through, leaving the kiss a pleasant and meaningful gesture.
"Yes, Gabe. You're my husband. Of course I love you, idiot," the man said against the archangel's lips.
"Even when I'm in drag?" Gabe asked.
Sam smirked, so glad that Gabe's spunkiness had remained intact.
"Especially when you're in drag," Sam hummed.
"I knew it," Gabe beamed.
A moment of silence briefly stretched on between them as they held each other close in the early morning light. A cool breeze ruffled their hair and made goosebumps raise on Sam's skin as Gabe sighed woefully.
"What are we going to do?" he asked.
It was such a large and important question that Sam felt intimidated by it. He eventually settled on answering with things he was looking forward to.
"We're gonna stay together," Sammy said, "All of us. We're gonna deal with Lucifer. We're gonna fix the bunker. And then, we're gonna have a brand new set of twins in the family. Though, maybe not in that order… That sound good to you?"
Gabe leaned back so that he could look at Sam properly. The momentary glow of a firefly briefly lit the side of his handsome face, making him look extra soft.
"Yeah, Moose. Sounds good to me," the archangel answered.
(Author's Note: … I am so sorry. I wasn't lying when I said this would be the lowest part of the story. :( If it makes you feel better, my headcanon is that Humphrey will now happily haunt Bobby at home, always knocking stuff over to show he's still around. Whenever something falls over, breaks, or goes missing, it's always ghost-Humphrey's fault. ;) On the brightside, at least most of the family is still alive and well, thanks to Jessie and her fast reflexes and even faster grace. I promise that the 'how' of what happened will be explained better in the next chapter. I tried to soften the blow with some sweet Sabriel fluff at the end there. I know angst is the very last thing most of us need right now, but I promise the story will only get better from here. :) There is a reason Dean is so calm and decisive, (besides the fact that he's a skilled hunter trained to deal with chaos) and it will be talked about more in the next chapter as well... I just feel awful for giving you this kind of sadness in this climate. :( Please know that I love you and I will make up for it with fluff and sweetness soon! *hugs* I hope that all of you are healthy, happy, and getting to relax at home. Thank you so much for reading and commenting! I hope your weekend is restful and happy! :) The next chapter will be out soon! :)
Classical E Centric, Hey there, darlin! :D I'm excited to get to the babies, too. (I already love them so much! Lol) XD Yes! Lucifer is a total drama queen and attention whore! I feel like that's part of the reason Chuck isn't answering him, because he knows it's just a temper tantrum. ;D I'm so glad you like the story, darlin! Thank you so much for reading and commenting! I hope you are doing well! :)
GeekGirlForLife, Aww, Jude really knows how to choke people up, doesn't he? (Clare can testify to that. Jude chokes him all the time. Lol!) XD You're right, Jude and Jess are totally brother and sister. They were raised side-by-side, and those twins are definitely Jess's niece and nephew. ;D I know, Lucifer just can't stay quiet for very long. Or at all. Lol. ;D He's gotta be the center of attention always, otherwise there's hell to pay. ;D Aaaah, yes! I would love to visit Ireland and go inside an old Lighthouse, and drink in an authentic pub! :D I live in West Virginia, (a place where Sam and Dean have never been, sadly) and the only thing I live close enough to is the New River Gorge Bridge. (The longest arch bridge in the world.) Other than that, we have a pretty countryside, I guess. But Ireland sounds even prettier. ;D I hope you get to come over to the states and attend a Con sometime! (If this virus thing ever ends.) Slán, my dear! Thank you so much for reading and commenting! I hope you stay well! :)
Jawn Lennon Aid, Aww, darlin, I'm so glad that this story is able to offer you an escape during this stressful time. (Chuck knows that I need it too. Lol) ;) You're right. Though he doesn't know it yet, all of these plots that Lucifer is coming up with might ultimately be for naught. Unfortunately, he doesn't understand that yet. Lol. But he'll figure it out eventually. ;) Awww, thank you so much for saying that, darlin. I am more than happy to provide you with some escape from this global catastrophe. Every time I turn on the news, it seems to get worse and worse. So many sad stories. :( At least we still have each other. And, Like Misha, there are still good people in the world willing to help folks in need. Always. :) And I know this will make me sound like a big sap, but when I read those lyrics you shared of "Let It Be," I teared up. :'( Paul was going through a rough time then, and we are going through it now. It's amazing how music can echo through time and still be just as powerful and meaningful as it was when it was first produced. :') Thank you so much for that, darlin. *hugs* and thank you so much for reading and commenting. I hope you stay well! :)
Eyum daRelmera, Yes! Our boys are back, darlin! :D (And I totally understand what you mean about not being able to get a minute of free time. Ever since quarantine kicked in, I've been spring cleaning like a crazy person. I never knew how much junk I had until I was stuck in the house with it. Lol!) ;D Oh, that's very true! When it comes to morning sickness, Jude has it easy compared to ladies who have to have babies the natural way. Aww, I'm so glad you liked Jude's 'hunter' line to Jessie about saving people. :) He really did get his speaking skills from his Papa. All straight from the heart. ;) I think when it comes to the archangels, they all try to be better than each other. (They're all from the first litter of angels, naturally they fight for dominance. Lol) ;D And you are right, if Rowena had a chance to deal with Lucifer on her own, she would let that boy have it. She has had hundreds of years dealing with Fergus' childish behind, and she wouldn't hesitate to put the devil in his place. And she'd do it with her creamy rich accent and a cocktail in her hand. ;D I'm so glad you enjoy seeing Cas interact so sweetly with the twins! :D I'm sure the feeling of those tiny heartbeats reminded him of when he first heard and felt Jude's so long ago. :) I know. Poor Lucifer just can't see what he's doing. He wants Chuck's attention, but he's going the wrong way about it. :( I think you will really enjoy the first part of chapter 11, because Lucifer and Michael will have a calm, genuine conversation. ;) More than anything, darlin, I hope you are doing well during this crisis! Thank you so much for reading and commenting! I hope you stay well! :)
