(Author's Note: As strange as it might seem, there is actually some Destiel smut in this chapter. Crazy, right? ;D I hope you guys enjoy! Thank you so much for reading!)
Because God refused to show up in a physical form to face Lucifer, the devil decided to take a forceful approach. As usual. It was the only way to get anything done. And since God had a soft spot for that Winchester garbage, Lucifer figured that poking them with a big stick would do the job. If harm came to his precious pets, God was sure to show up and coddle them. So Lucifer chose to destroy their little underground frat house, encasing them in their very own tomb.
When night fell in Lebanon, Lucifer peeked into the bunker to make sure the Winchesters were tucked away nice and neat in their little beds before getting into a good spot outside and using his grace to cause a record-breaking earthquake right under their feet. One long, good shake and that little hobbit hole folded like a deck of cards. Lucifer watched it happen from a good vantage point, just on the other side of the shivering hill. His scarlet grace shined up through the cracks of rubble, turning his smile into a wicked grin. The thought of heavy earth crushing the Winchester's weak skulls and smashing their guts into paste filled him with delight. He imagined them screaming for each other, shouting with their last breaths in vain. He imagined Castiel and Gabriel crawling out from the ruins and begging for Lucifer's mercy; joining him in his crusade against God rather than facing the end of Death's scythe.
Those were the sights Lucifer wished he could have seen for himself, but he was too busy searching the sky and surrounding woods, waiting for God to come down in some divine, over-the-top, chariot of fire to try and smite him. The devil stood proudly by his destructive work for quite some time in the silent darkness, patiently waiting alone with the scythe in his tight grip. But God did not arrive. Lucifer was honestly surprised. Did God not care for those pathetic apes like he thought? Did God allow them to die so that they would all be in heaven together, like some twisted family reunion? That didn't seem right. God was always taking care of them somehow; changing their diapers, feeding them, cleaning up their messes. Something wasn't right…
"What? Just gonna let your people die like animals? Like helpless sheep?" Lucifer shouted toward the night sky.
Of course, God was too good to answer him. Lucifer swung the heavy scythe onto his shoulder and glared down at the crater at his side. There was no movement from below. Castiel and Gabriel did not crawl out. All except the chirping of crickets and the distant hoot of an owl, there was no sound. Lucifer was alone. In the dark. In silence. Again. At this point, he was getting used to it. But it didn't make it any less infuriating.
Lucifer eventually walked over the destruction, deliberately stomping around on the crumbled hill like a child sifting through a ruined sandcastle. He was hoping to hear the voices of his once beloved brothers praying. If Castiel and Gabriel were still alive under all that mess, he would save them. They were still angels, after all. There was still a small chance they could see the light now that the damn humans were out of the way. But Lucifer didn't hear anything. No calls, no prayers, not even grunting or moaning… Until all of the sudden…
'Lucifer.'
The devil stopped suddenly and lowered the scythe from his shoulder. He almost couldn't believe it. That was Michael's voice, speaking in their native Enochian tongue. And it was coming from somewhere far south of the globe.
'Brother. Can we talk?'
Though he was surprised to hear Michael's voice, Lucifer decided to indulge the prayer. Maybe Michael had come to his senses and decided to join him against their Father. The devil gripped Death's scythe tight and flew to the origin of Michael's beckon call. Michael was standing in a desert in Mexico, dressed in his very own human vessel that wore nightclothes and a jean jacket. Though he appeared different than he did when they were in the cage together, Lucifer recognized him immediately. Michael was completely alone. And unarmed. It was bold of him to face Lucifer, current owner of Death's scythe, without any back up. Bold, and stupid…
"After all the time we spent together in that cage," Lucifer said, getting Michael's attention, "After all the yelling and shouting and begging me to shut up… Now you want to talk to me? Hmm. I guess this scythe is good for something."
Lucifer twirled the weapon in his hand, allowing Michael to see it and know that if he tried anything, Lucifer could kill him on the spot. Of course, that wasn't what Lucifer wanted. He never wanted to kill Michael. Only get him on his side… Michael took a deep breath and lowered his shoulders and his voice. They continued to use Enochian, the language they knew best.
"Brother," Michael said again, as if they actually saw each other as brothers, "I came to try and reason with you."
"Reason with me?" Lucifer scoffed, "You make it sound like I'm the one who's being unreasonable. Maybe you should take this up with dear old Dad. He's the one who's being unreasonable."
"Our Father didn't just flatten the Winchester's home," Michael said, raising an eyebrow.
Lucifer's smirk weakened. How did Michael know about the earthquake? The question must have been written on the devil's face, because Michael took a deep breath and answered without being asked.
"I was there," Michael admitted, "and it did nothing. Our Father gave Gabriel's daughter a vision of what was going to happen, and she was able to get everyone to safety –"
"What?!" Lucifer barked.
The shout was infused with his celestial aura and it echoed through the empty desert like rolling thunder. As Lucifer's rage gathered, so did the clouds overhead. Lightening – in shades of scarlet, like Lucifer's grace – streaked across the sky, and miniature versions sprouted between his clenching fingers. All of those damn Winchesters were still alive?! He took down that entire place and they were still breathing?! No wonder God didn't show up! He had already saved them beforehand! Michael briefly glanced toward the storm in the sky before raising his hands in a calming manner.
"Lucifer," he said, lowering his sight back to the devil, "Please… I am not here to challenge you. I came to speak with you. I wish to understand why you are doing these things. Tell me what you are trying to accomplish."
Though he was surprised to hear calm civility coming from his usually aggressive brother, Lucifer took several large breaths to calm himself. He should have known that those Winchesters were like cockroaches. So what, if they were still alive? Lucifer's plan was ultimately to kill God, not them… The noisy storm above settled but remained a dark and electric cluster.
"I'm going to kill God," Lucifer spat.
"Why?" Michael breathed.
"Don't do that," Lucifer barked, glaring forcefully, "Don't try to pretend that he's not responsible for my pain and suffering. He threw me in a cage and forgot me! He swoons over humans and damns his own children!"
"No, brother. Everyone is given a choice –"
"Yeah! A choice to do things his way or suffer the consequences!" the devil growled, "He doesn't love me! He never loved me! He created me just to make me the enemy and turn me away!"
"You made yourself the enemy. Look at what you've done," Michael replied sternly.
Lucifer thought of all the churches on fire, the dead priests, and the crater back in Lebanon, and smiled handsomely.
"I have. Beautiful, isn't it?" he hummed, before feeling his smile melt into a glare, "You're right. I did make myself the enemy. To get his attention. And guess what? He still didn't show up. I am the ultimate symbol of evil. Unwanted. Unloved. Uncherished… But no longer. I will make Him hear me if it is the last thing I do."
A hint of pity appeared in Michael's eyes and it was enough to turn Lucifer's stomach. The eldest archangel hung his head but raised his sight to the younger with hopefulness.
"You are not unloved or uncherished. Brother, I still care for you. That is why I am here," Michael stated, taking a deep breath and lowering his voice, "Did you know… Did you know that I have a daughter?"
Lucifer felt his mouth topple open in shock. For a second, he couldn't tell if what he heard was true. Did Michael just say that he had an offspring?! Michael took Lucifer's silence as positive and smiled as he kept talking.
"With Adam," he grinned, "I carried her. Gave birth to her… We named her after two people we care deeply for. Adam gave her the name 'Katherine,' after his mother… and I gave her the name 'Lucy.' After you… Don't you see, brother? There is love waiting for you in this world, if you would only accept it."
Lucifer was sure that Michael saw his confession as a way of trying to convince the devil to lay down his weapon and join the rest of the humans in a big, merry embrace, so they could all live happily ever after. But that was far, far from the notion that crossed Lucifer's mind. The first thing he felt was total and complete disgust. Lucifer never saw eye to eye with Michael, but he at least respected him. But not anymore. Michael had spoiled his grace by carrying the offspring of a human. He had defiled his sacred celestial form by fornicating with a lowly ape. And then he blasphemed Lucifer's name by giving it to that unholy abomination! The gall! The absolute nerve!
"You – you fornicated with an animal?!" Lucifer breathed in disbelief, "You allowed it to ejaculate inside your grace?! You carried its offspring?! And then you had the nerve to name it after me?!"
A flash of scarlet lightening briefly lit up the dark sky, delivering a loud crack of thunder and letting it rumble through the atmosphere. Michael's face shifted from hopeful to appalled in seconds, melting into a pained, scornful glare.
"How dare you," Lucifer hissed, glaring right back, "You've fallen so far. Just like Gabriel. I expected better from you, Michael. But you're just as tainted as the rest of them. Worse, even! Creating an abomination and soiling my name -"
"Lucifer," Michael suddenly boomed in his celestial tongue, "If you continue down this path, you will meet your end. No matter how much you beg and weep and act like a petulant child, God will not come for you. Instead, you will become what you've always feared. You will be completely and utterly alone."
That harsh statement caused blind fury to flash through Lucifer in an instant. Without thinking, Lucifer took up the scythe and swung it toward his brother, cutting the air with the curved blade in a blur. He felt the blade connect with something and glanced down to see that he had cut through some of Michael's clothing. A large, perfect slice had pierced the cloth of his shirt and jacket, leaving a look of horror and outrage on Michael's face as he raised his head to glare at Lucifer again.
Another, much louder, crack of thunder shook the earth, only it wasn't from Lucifer's rage. This time, it came from Michael. The archangel had straightened his back and flashed his own grace, causing the wind to stir and white lightening to clash with the red in the clouds above.
"I came here to help you, Lucifer. But clearly, you are beyond saving," Michael barked, his vessel completely alight with grace, "If you ever try to harm my family again, it will be war."
With the harsh gust of a tornado, Michael flew away, leaving Lucifer to stand alone in the desert with the scythe in his hands. One last streak of white lightening lit up the sky with Michael's departure, making Lucifer scowl toward the heavens until the thunder dissipated. Alone yet again, Lucifer planted the end of Death's scythe onto the sand at his feet and gripped the neck of it, locking his jaw with a violent mixture of rage, betrayal, and disappointment.
"So be it," the devil muttered under his breath.
The Winchester family dealt with losing the bunker in their own ways. Hours on end of silence. Refilling their glasses with liquor every time it went empty. Mumbles of regret and shock. But for Dean, the loss of their home didn't seem to feel as heart wrenching as it did for everyone else. He struggled to figure out a reason why he wasn't sad or angry. His guess was that maybe his hunting instincts were still active and wouldn't let him feel the pain of it yet. That, or he had lost so many things that he was starting to go numb to it.
Dean wasn't tired, that's for sure. He spent that whole night making rounds through his son's house to check on everyone. Sammy, Cas, and Meg sat at the kitchen table together, drinking and muttering every so often. Oliver and Jessica were curled on the couch together, fast asleep in each other's arms. Jess didn't close her eyes until after Gabriel kissed her head, and Dean was pretty sure the archangel had used his grace to put her to sleep. Gabriel himself stayed planted in front of the couch most of the night, with one hand on the bassinet that held Charlie. He was like a momma bear, keeping guard of his children.
The most comforting sight of all came from the recliner in the living room. Dean's son – full grown and glowing like Cas did when he was pregnant – was lying flat on it and sleeping peacefully with one arm over the side. Jude had the whole chair to himself, but Clare's hand was loosely draped over Jude's stomach. The demon was laying on the floor with one arm reached up over the chair to cling to Jude. The boys had fallen asleep that way; reaching toward each other. The view made a warm feeling spread through Dean's chest. It was nice to know that no matter what happened, Dean didn't have to worry about his child. Or grandchildren. Clare would be there to protect them when Dean couldn't. Dean carefully stepped over to lean down and peck a kiss to the side of Jude's forehead. He whispered, 'I love you, little man,' before finishing his tour around the place.
Dean peeked into the main bedroom to see Adam and the baby sleeping in the large bed, but Michael wasn't there. Dean wasn't too alarmed about the missing archangel. Michael was probably doing the same thing Dean was; making sure their family was safe. Dean closed the door and decided to go outside to check on the archangel. Michael was a difficult person to read, always keeping his emotions bottled up like everyone else in the family. Dean waved toward the folks at the kitchen table before heading quietly out the front door and into the cool night air.
Jude and Clare had a very small front yard that housed a single apple tree. Alongside it was the driveway which held Clare's motorcycle, Jude's blue Impala, and Dean's black Impala near the street. The hunter glanced around the small scene, searching for the archangel, but didn't find him until the second glance. Michael was standing near the hood of the black car, staring out at the street ahead in silence. Though he had never really gotten along with Michael, Dean wandered out to offer him a kind word.
"Hey," Dean called softly, getting the archangel's attention, "You okay?"
When Michael turned to face Dean, the man could see a touch of anger on the archangel's face. Michael was clearly disturbed – and there was a giant rip on the front of his shirt. Dean glanced down at it and felt his own eyebrows scrunch. Damn, did he rip his clothes when they were scrambling to get out of the bunker or something? Michael immediately stuck his hands in his denim jacket to cover the rip, blocking it from Dean's view.
"I'm fine," Michael stated, "Just keeping watch, in case Lucifer appears."
Dean nodded. He didn't want to make the guy feel anymore uncomfortable than he already did.
"I can take over for a bit. Why don't you go lay with Adam for a while? Keep an eye on your kid," Dean suggested.
Michael's expression shifted to uncertainty. It seemed like he was debating whether or not he should leave his post.
"It's okay," Dean urged, "You can hang out with your family for a while. I've got this."
The archangel exhaled heavily and nodded slowly before starting toward the house. Dean eased forward to pass him, going to stand near the Impala for a better lookout point. But then, he felt a hand grab his arm to stop him.
"Dean," Michael said.
"Yeah?" Dean asked.
There was an indescribable look on Michael's face, as if he was feeling something so deep that he had trouble expressing it accurately.
"… Thank you for allowing me to be part of this family," Michael breathed, "Thank you for accepting me, despite my past mistakes… I will do whatever it takes to keep you all safe."
He was holding onto the rip in his clothes and speaking with absolute honesty. Dean figured that Michael's blunt and seemingly random statement had something to do with Lucifer's current temper tantrum.
"Uh, thanks. I appreciate that," Dean replied, even though he felt a little confused.
Michael nodded, let go of Dean, and turned to finish the journey into the house with everyone else. Dean watched him go until he was completely gone, feeling strange. It wasn't every day that the oldest archangel in existence showed some humble gratitude. Especially toward Dean…
After Michael was gone, Dean spun around to look down at the driver's side door of the Impala. Just like everybody else, he was craving a little comfort, and nothing comforted him more than sitting in his car. With a deep breath, Dean opened the door and climbed in to perch himself behind the wheel. The inside of the car smelled like home and the upholstery felt like a dream. Dean ran his hands along the wheel and smiled a little.
"At least you made it, baby," Dean hummed to the vehicle.
Seconds after the comment left Dean's mouth, a figure appeared next to him. The sudden flash made Dean gasp and flinch toward the side. It was Cas. The angel had popped into the passenger seat with a look of concern.
"Yes, Dean? Is everything okay?" Cas asked.
Dean sighed and momentarily bit his bottom lip to keep from smiling. Wow. Dean called Cas 'baby' so often that the angel automatically assumed Dean was praying to him whenever he said it… Dean cleared his throat and nodded, finding Cas's added company even more relaxing.
"Yeah, babe. Everything's fine," Dean casually answered.
He glanced over to search Cas's face and attire, which consisted of a pair of flannel pajama pants and one of Jude's old Batman t-shirts. It was odd to see Cas in something so different than his normal suit, tie, and coat, but they left the bunker in such a hurry that they only had their boxer shorts on. Jude was kind enough to loan them some clothing, but Dean felt bad about not being able to at least give Cas his trench coat back. The whole time Dean was staring at Cas, Cas was staring right back. There was a look of worry in his features that Dean picked up on immediately.
"Dean. Please do not take this the wrong way… but are you feeling well?" the angel asked in the softest tone possible.
"Me?" Dean asked with a shrug, "Sure. I feel fine. Why?"
"Well, we… We just lost our home," Cas pointed out as delicately as he could, "All of your worldly possessions are buried under rubble. Some of it is likely broken beyond repair. Yet, you seem… You seem unaffected. I don't mean to offend you by saying that, I only want to understand –"
"It's okay, Cas," Dean assured, "I mean, you're right. I don't feel bad at all."
"Why not?" Cas asked.
The angel sounded genuinely bewildered, just like in the early days, when human emotion was a mystery to him. Dean took a deep breath and reached up to hold onto the steering wheel again. How could he possibly put into words how he was feeling and what he was thinking?
"Well," Dean began, fixing his sight on his handsome husband next to him, "It's just like what we talked about the other night. Home isn't a place. It's a person. And I've got my home right here."
Dean reached over to rest his hand on Cas's knee, to which the angel instantly placed his on top. Dean smiled, savoring the sensation of Cas's soft fingers on his.
"Yeah, a lot of our stuff is buried right now, but it's just stuff. Most of it can be replaced," Dean went on, "You know, before I met you, Cas, I didn't have stuff. I just had Sam. So, I'm kind of used to being without it anyway… As far as 'worldly possessions' go, I only need three things. A good weapon. This car we're sitting in," Dean explained, patting the steering wheel in front of him before raising his left hand to display his fingers, "… and this wedding band."
The faint moonlight that shined through the windshield caught the sapphire in his ring and made it glisten beautifully. The blue shimmer made the smile grow back on Dean's face. That was why Dean's ring was so important to him; not only because it matched the exact shade of Cas and Jude's eyes and brought him comfort to look at it, but because it symbolized his and Cas's love. The ring turned their profound bond into a single, tangible object. Decades of devotion, affection, companionship, and love rested right there on Dean's finger as a constant reminder that everything was going to be okay.
The notion seemed to resonate with Cas, because a look of awe and vulnerability bloomed across his expression as he glanced between Dean's face and his ring. Without speaking, the angel slid closer, reached out to take Dean's left hand, and pulled it over to press a gentle kiss to it. Dean smiled, raising his free hand from Cas's knee up to caress the side of the angel's face in the dim moonlight. Cas was so sweet…
After kissing Dean's ring, the angel leaned even closer to bring their mouths together. Dean closed his eyes to indulge the taste, enjoying how eager and willing Cas's tongue was to meet his. Over the years, Cas had become quite a skilled kisser. He had picked up a few of Dean's tricks – like the lip nibbling and the loop-de-loop tongue thing – but most of it was self-taught. Dean's favorite part was the sound and feeling of Cas's breath rushing out of his nostrils. The hot air breezed over Dean's cheeks as they kissed, getting harsher and faster the longer they made out. That's how Dean knew his husband was frisky; by the sound of his labored breathing, and the speed and desperation of his kiss.
But what really threw Dean a curve ball was when a deep whimper hummed from the back of Cas's throat and he eased across the Impala, raising to toss a leg over Dean's waist and straddle him. The feeling of Cas's warm ass resting on his crotch made Dean squeak and break their mouths to pant in surprise. His hands were glued to Cas's thick thighs as he blinked up at the angel's face in shock.
"Wait, you… you wanna – ?"
Dean deliberately left the question open, but Cas understood what he was saying. The angel nodded feverishly, briefly biting his lip – which made him look so damn sexy – before lowering his head back to kiss Dean's gaping mouth. Dean was honestly surprised. Of course, he wanted to have sex with Cas, but he couldn't believe that the angel wanted to do it right then, in the middle of everything that was happening.
"Cas, are you sure?" Dean forced himself to breathe, even though he could feel his own pants tightening, "The bunker just… and Lucifer… Jude is – "
"Dean," Cas exhaled, his lips so close to Dean's that they were panting the same hot air, "The more time you spend talking, the less time we have to fornicate..."
Dean gulped. Well, shit. There was no arguing with that logic. For the moment, Dean pushed all his worry, guilt, and anxiety to the back of his mind and focused on the gift in front of him, which happened to be a small amount of time he got to spend happily banging his husband. Dean dove back into Cas's kiss, colliding his open mouth with the angel's again as he leaned forward to reach toward the glovebox. There was a spare tube of lube in there somewhere that Dean kept for urgent bouts of sex. While the two of them furiously made out, Dean blindly rummaged around in the box, feeling for the tube to slide into his grasp.
In the meantime, Cas briefly broke their lips apart to lean back and lift the Batman shirt over his head. Air wheezed out of Dean's lungs as he blinked at the sight of Cas's bare chest and stomach in the dim glow of moonlight shining through the car windows. Cas's dark nipples, the scar on his stomach, and the trail of dark hair that stretched from his belly button into his pants made Dean's dick twitch excitedly. No matter how many times he saw Cas naked, Dean was automatically aroused by it. The angel cradled Dean's head with both hands and brought their mouths together again as Dean forcefully started clawing things out of the glovebox. Dammit! Where was the lube?!
Cas eventually reached down and tugged Dean's shirt off, running his warm hands up and down the man's bare chest and making shivers race down Dean's spine. The more Cas moved around in Dean's lap, the harder Dean's dick became. He could feel himself becoming desperate. And after emptying the entire glovebox without any lube in sight, the urge to get inside Cas became too much.
"Screw it," Dean huffed, "We're going old school."
Cas made a face and opened his mouth like he was going to ask Dean what 'old school' meant, but his breath was stolen when Dean scooped him up and rolled him down onto the front seat. With Cas on his back and legs curled up, Dean took the time to slide the flannel pants and boxer shorts off the angel, leaving him naked on the dark upholstery. Dean's eyes drank in the sight of Cas's dick as it bounced out to wave around excitedly. Dean's husband was completely naked before him, writhing around and spreading his legs for Dean to see every inch of him. Dean almost came right there on the spot. But he had enough willpower to pause and lather his own fingers with saliva, before bringing them down to slide them into Cas's clenching hole one at a time.
"Mmmph," Cas hummed, rocking onto Dean's working hand.
Dean slurred some erotic profanities before shifting to slide down his own pants. The feeling of Cas's hot, tight hole quivering around his fingers was making his dick jealous. With one hand and some maneuvering, Dean was able to yank his own pants and underwear down enough to free the hard, needy shaft.
But in a rush to move into a better position, Dean's elbow accidently bumped into the steering wheel and honked the horn.
It was a single, short 'beep!' But it was loud enough to echo through the entire sleeping neighborhood. Dean gasped and looked around before diving on top of Cas, trying to lower himself out of sight. A few neighborhood dogs barked and at least one light came on in a distant window, which made Dean think that some of their family was able to hear the noise too. Oh shit, what if somebody came out to see where the honk came from and found Dean and Cas naked together in the front seat of the Impala? Though he was worried about getting caught, a different sound gained Dean's attention. It was extremely rare, but something that Dean adored beyond measure… Cas was laughing.
It was a deep, rumbling chuckle; the kind that was full of amusement, yet still embodied the depth of Cas's voice. Dean hadn't heard Cas laugh so hard in a very long time. He gazed down at the angel under him in awe, watching the humor and delight dance across his precious face. His blue eyes were squinted, and his grin was wide enough to display all of his perfectly white teeth. Watching Cas laugh was like looking into the face of Heaven itself; like beholding everything good in the world all at once. Dean could feel a smile on his own face as he searched Cas's lovely eyes. He would have been perfectly content to lay there and do nothing but listen to Cas laugh all night…
But his fingers were still wedged in the angel's hole, beckoning him to continue. After Cas's laughter settled down to small giggles, Dean nestled his face into the crook of Cas's neck and kissed his bare shoulder. With the faint serenade of a few barking dogs, Dean transferred some spit onto the head of his dick and carefully maneuvered it into Cas's hole. The angel's breath caught a little and he slid his legs higher up Dean's torso to circle his back, urging him to continue. The feeling of Cas clenching around his throbbing organ coaxed him to thrust. Slowly at first, and then at a more generous pace. The Impala rocked sideways on its wheels with Dean's movement and the windows started to fog up, making it painfully obvious to any passersby what was happening. But by that point, Dean was beyond caring. So what, if the whole neighborhood woke up and walked over to steal a peek? The only thing that mattered was the amazing mutual orgasm that Dean and Cas were inching toward.
"Ahh," Cas moaned, his deep voice sounding like velvet, "Y – yes… Dean… Please…"
Hearing his husband beg like that did things to Dean that he couldn't explain. It made him moan, thrust faster, curl inward, and give it all he had. He reached down between their stomachs to grab Cas's hot, thumping cock and stroke it, which started up a whole new series of aroused groans from Cas's mouth. The angel panted and rocked his hips with Dean's motions, creating a rhythm that made Dean's balls tense up and his eyes roll back. Shit, he was close…
"Harder," Cas cried, gripping the back of the seat with one hand and holding Dean's head with the other, "Yes, Dean! Ahh! Right… There… Gnah!"
Though he didn't see it, Dean knew that Cas came because his hole quivered rapidly around Dean's dick and warm, wet fluid splashed all over their heaving stomachs. Dean quickened his pace, digging a knee into the seat so that he could thrust with all his might and catch up with his husband. Only seconds later, he was following right along, pulsing inside Cas as he clung to him and shouted loudly. Dean was momentarily unaware of time. He forgot that he was in his Impala, outside his son's house, in the middle of a war with Lucifer. The only thing he could think about, always and forever, was Castiel.
Though the intensity of Dean's orgasm faded, the feelings it gave him remained. He struggled to catch his breath as he rested awkwardly on top of Cas in the front seat. He lazily kissed Cas's sweaty neck, licking and pecking the angel's salty skin and feeling the air rush through his throat. Dean hummed at the feeling of Cas's fingers caressing his bare back as they laid together, blinking slowly and letting the feel-good chemicals take over his brain. He could feel Cas's heartbeat under his own chest. His and Cas's hearts were almost beating in sync, gradually slowing down into a calmer rhythm. Laying with Cas after sex was just as good as the sex itself. It was like the world around them was paused, just for a second, to let them have a moment of peace together.
"Cas," Dean eventually broke the silence to say.
"Yes?" Cas replied softly.
"… You have the best laugh in the world," Dean admitted.
The leftover orgasm chemicals had probably driven him to say it, but Dean couldn't help it. Cas needed to know how precious the sound was. The compliment made a huge, handsome smile spread across the angel's face as the two of them looked to each other in the dim moonlight.
"No," Cas sweetly denied as he ran his fingers through Dean's damp hair, "That honor belongs to you, Dean."
The man smiled. He had no idea that Cas liked his laugh. Maybe all soulmates adored their partner's laughter. Maybe it was written somewhere in the unofficial rulebook of life or something. But no matter how much Cas tried to dispute it, Dean knew that Cas's laugh was the best. He lifted his weak head up long enough to kiss Cas's moist lips again before lowering it back to the angel's warm chest. Cas nestled into a comfy position too, slowly sliding his bare legs up and down Dean's back as they lay tangled together in a naked heap.
"Dean?" Cas said, breaking the silence again, just like Dean did.
"Yeah, baby?" Dean hummed with a smirk.
"Will you sing to me?" the angel asked.
In the faint delirium of his post-orgasm stupor, Dean felt much more confident in his singing skill. The nervousness and awkwardness of hearing his own voice was gone and all that was left was the drive to make Cas happy. Dean ran his hands along the angel's chest and stomach as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Wise men say… Only fools rush in," he sang, pausing to look up and get lost in Cas's ocean eyes, "But I can't help… Falling in love with you…"
(Author's Note: *happy sigh* :) Yeah, so, in retrospective, it might seem a little unrealistic that Dean and Cas would have sex the very same night that their home was destroyed. But I'm sure stranger things have happened. ;D The bottom line is, we all need some Destiel fluff and smut in our lives right now and couldn't turn down the opportunity to provide. ;D Something I think I should've had Michael point out at the beginning of this chapter is that when Lucifer accuses God of forcing people to do things his way or suffer the consequences, um, hello? Lucifer is literally doing the same thing? It's crazy how we fail to see our own faults when we are so busy looking for them in others. ;) Yes, Katherine's middle name is 'Lucy.' Too bad her uncle will never appreciate the thought. :( Michael tried his best, but Lucifer is too far gone now, sadly. :( As for the part when Cas laughs, I looked up a video of Misha laughing so that I could accurately describe how beautiful and perfect the sound is. :D (I recommend you looking it up to watch, because it will definitely leave you smiling.) XD More fluff is on the way for next week too, folks. And I really hope you guys stick around to see it! :D I cannot thank you enjoy for being my lifeline in this dark time. Hearing from you guys and sharing the 'You Are Not Alone' sentiment comforts me so much. I love you all! *hugs* Thank you so much for reading and commenting! The next chapter will be out soon! :)
Deanstiel's Daughter, Awww, I'm so sorry for hurting your heart! :( And oh my Chuck, darlin, I cannot apologize enough for bringing those horrible memories back. :( I'm so sorry that you lost your home to a fire, but I am so glad to hear that everyone made it out alive and ok. I can't imagine how hard that must have been to live through. *hugs* I hope that things are much better for you now, and that you have a more permanent home. (Like your Ollie.) ;) I know! I was mad at myself for killing the dog, too! (I cried too. And I'll keep crying every time I see him in the story when I re-read it. It's my punishment for doing such a horrible thing. Lol) ;D On the brightside, Humphrey will happily haunt Bobby's house for the rest of eternity. ;) Darlin, you are a strong, kind, smart, lovely person, and I'm proud of you for coming so far. :) Thank you so much for reading and commenting! I hope you have a great weekend! :)
GeekGirlForLife, Some day, darlin! Some day you will get to live out your dream of attending comic con! I know it! :D And I'm glad that your doggie got extra cuddles because of Humphry. (And I'm so sorry about those feels. Hopefully this new chapter was able to take away some of the pain though. Lol!) XD And you're absolutely right, between two archangels, two nephilims, a seraph and Chuck himself, the Bunker can make a full recovery. (In time.) ;D Don't worry, you are putting your hope in the right place! I promise I won't let you down, darlin! :D Thank you so much for reading and commenting! I hope you are still well across the pond. ;D Have a great weekend! :)
Eyum daRelmera, Lol! XD You know, I have the same thoughts every week when I have to proofread. Too read, or not? The answer is always an exhausted 'yes.' XD Awww, I'm so glad you enjoyed when Jess played the baby bunnies on her cell phone for Charlie! :D (I figured Baby Shark would just be too much. Lol!) XD Jessie and Ollie have a lot to work through in this fic, but they will get there. And their little family will be happier than ever. ;) lol! You're right, at this point, Cas and Gabe should know better than to ask questions when Jess is doing something out of the blue. Especially Gabe. ;D Aww, darlin, I'm so sorry for the Humphry feels. :( Yes, Gabriel hates failing and feeling like he could have done more. It's a good thing he's got Sammy around to comfort him. :) Yeah, Bobby and Crowley didn't even like the hellhound mix pups at first, did they? Now, they hate the thought of being without even one. They really grew on them. :( Oh, that's true! Cas and Jess haven't ever used their grace together. :D As far as Jude flying while pregnant, I think he gets sick more than the twins do. He feels the same distress as he did when he was in the womb and it worries him even more now that he's carrying little ones. ;) I agree, the family should stay away from the bunker at least for awhile. Gabe and Michael can totally fix it, but they need to let things cool off first. ;) I'm so glad you enjoyed last week's chapter, darlin. And I want you to know that I thought of you as I was writing the first part of this week's chapter. I try to make all of Lucifer's scenes impactful and relatable, and I do want to do his character justice. :) Thank you so much for reading and commenting! I hope you have a wonderful weekend! :)
Jawn Lennon Aid, Hey there, sweetheart! :D Aww, I know. It will take Bobby a while, but he will eventually come to terms with losing poor Humphry. (But he will never forgive Lucifer for it, that's for sure.) ;) You're right, even though they lost their home, the Winchesters still have each other. There's always a silver lining in our troubles. :) Jess did a great job of moving the family, but I'm glad that she had Cas to help her the second time, too. It's too bad Lucifer is being such a child right now. But I promise that things will get better soon. :) Darlin, thank you so much for reading and commenting! I hope you have a great weekend! :)
