Author's Note: Well here's the last chapter. I hope you all enjoyed this story! I'm posting today as a kind of celebration of finishing Round 1 of editing my original book. I plan on at least 4 rounds of editing before I try to find an agent. One step closer to becoming a published author #LifeGoals. Wish me luck!
Warnings: Anal sex, Bonding.
**This has been edited by Queen0fHearts
Epilogue
Going to Bobby's wasn't something that typically caused a somber mood, still, Sam couldn't help the way they all remained silent on the matter. He had called ahead, letting Bobby know it was done, that the Devil was back in his cage, but didn't remain on the line long enough to explain who was lost. It had been cowardly, but the last time they had seen Bobby the man had seemed so damn happy to have Loki in his life. Dean parked the Impala beside Bobby's house, making Sam sigh heavily before getting out of the car. He was soon shadowed by Dean and Cas, the three of them making their way to the door.
Knocking, Sam braced himself to break the news to Bobby. This was going to break something in the older hunter. When Bobby answered the door, for a moment Sam forgot why he was there. The older hunter was disheveled, to say the least. His hair was sticking up, his flannel shirt opened, and Sam saw the slight sheen of sweat on the man's brow. "Bobby are you alright?" asked Sam before he could register the words coming out of his mouth. Bobby grunted, stepping back to allow them inside his home.
Glancing around, there wasn't anything different inside, nothing to indicate that Bobby had been up to something before answering the door, it looked the same as when they left. "Well, you idjits just going to stand there or are you going to tell me what happened? I'm guessing from Sam's brief phone call that you guys managed to shove The Devil back into his box." Bobby walked while he spoke, and Sam couldn't help but be thankful that Gabriel had healed the man's legs before they left. It had been a shock at first, watching Bobby walk around after seeing him for so many months confined to his chair, but it made Sam so thankful to the archangel.
"Bobby… there's something you should know…" Dean spoke up, his voice hesitant while he looked at their honorary father. Dean cast Sam a look which let the taller hunter know it was his turn to speak; Sam always ended up breaking the unwelcome news, having a bit of a softer touch than his brother. It was Castiel who spoke first, surprising Sam. He knew the relationship between Castiel and Bobby had been strained since the angel had been unable to heal the older hunter.
"My brother… Gabriel has fallen. It's my fault. Lucifer had a hold of me and was about to drag me into the cage with him when Gabriel… he saved me and in doing so is now trapped forever with The Morningstar."
Castiel sounded just as broken as Sam felt. He knew what it was like to have a brother sacrifice himself for you. It had nearly killed Sam when Dean had given up his soul to save him, and Sam could just imagine that Castiel was feeling the same. Reaching out, Sam placed his hand on Castiel's arm, letting the touch ground the angel before turning to Bobby. "I'm sorry, Bobby," began Sam. "We didn't have a chance to save him. He threw himself at Lucifer to bring him down into the Pit and save Cas… I'm so sorry."
Instead of reacting with anger or denial, Bobby threw his head back and laughed. Sam chanced a glance at Dean who looked back at him with the same amount of worry. "Bobby?" asked Dean, his voice hesitant as if wondering if Bobby had finally reached his breaking point. It wasn't the older hunter who answered but a voice from the direction of the living room.
"Good to know you boys actually give a damn, but I'm not exactly dead."
Sam whipped his head around so quickly he felt a slick crack, but he barely noticed as he looked at the figure in front of them. Gabriel looked slightly different. His skin was nearly glowing, his eyes pulsing with power while he observed those in the room. Instead of the jeans and shirt he had worn to battle, Gabriel was dressed in what looked like a silk toga, the collar made of what appeared to be strung gold. His feet were bare, which Sam wondered why he even noticed the detail until he saw how Gabriel was looking at Bobby. Without missing a beat, Bobby turned toward the archangel, his posture and eyes softening upon seeing the being.
"Dude, you faked your death? And you didn't think to tell us that you were shacking up here instead of roasting down in the Pit?" Dean was pissed. Sam could tell his brother was barely keeping himself from saying anything more insulting though Castiel spoke up before Gabriel could.
"Gabriel?" there was such hesitation in his voice, and Sam was once again reminded of when he lost Dean. Shaking his head, Gabriel reached out and Bobby easily stepped toward him. "Sorry Cassie, right now I'm more Loki than Gabriel. Pulled a Hail Mary and was able to pump enough grace through my barely settled connection with my High Priest to keep me alive… most of my grace is dancing with Luci right now. It's slow going, but the more power I can get through Loki the more grace I can take on until I'm back to being Gabriel again."
It was slightly confusing, but Sam understood the bases of what was needed. "I can help," he offered without pause. Bobby sputtered slightly, his cheeks reddening.
"Like hell you are!" exclaimed the older hunter, which caused Sam to flinch back slightly. Loki laughed, reaching the short distance and placing his hand on Bobby's arm while looking at Sam.
"I don't think that's necessary. Bobby here is more than capable of giving me what I need. Now, how about you boys give us some time to build my power back up? You three can stay here but I'm taking my High Priest to one of my safe houses for let's say… two weeks?"
Sam was surprised Bobby didn't protest but instead added to Loki's plan. "You three know where everything's at. Just try not to burn my house down before we get back. If you need me I have my cell, but I get the feeling it's gonna be long distance."
Gabriel smirked while Bobby spoke, and Sam could see the god gathering his power. "Very long distance. Asgard might not get the best cell reception. Bye, boys!"
Without even a snap Loki was gone, taking Bobby with him. Looking back at his brother, Sam shrugged before Dean went to the fridge and pulled out three beers. It was going to be a long two weeks, but for now, at least they could relax and take a small vacation. They've earned it.
Bobby wasn't surprised to find himself on a large bed when they landed. While he couldn't blame the boys for wanting to see him after it was all said and done, they had interrupted his time with his god. Once again on his back with Loki straddling him, Bobby placed a hand high on each thigh which was once again bare, their naked skin causing the most wonderful sensations. "You know," began Loki, and for the first time, the hunter could see the golden magic of his pagan and the blue of his archangel swirling in the eyes above him. "When we first did this, do you remember how I mentioned how easy it would be to bind you to me as more than my High Priest?"
Nodding his head, Bobby reached around to cup the soft cheeks of his god's ass, pulling him down harshly while thrusting up. The slide of his cock between those globes caused the hunter to moan. Loki rocked back, and Bobby felt the wash of magic before his god reached down and positioned his cock, slowly sinking himself on the hunter's length. Like every other time they were together, Bobby felt his mind become a mess while Loki slowly started to move. "I… do you want me to?" gasped the blond. It took a minute for the hunter to understand what Loki was asking him. When he did, the man grinned. Hooking his arms around his god, Bobby sat up and continued to pull and tug Loki how he wanted him until the god was the one on his back.
"You sayin' you want us what? Bonded?"
While talking, Bobby braced himself on his forearms before thrusting his cock inside Loki who was moaning along with his own grunts. "Yes… fuck yes, grace… right there! Grace and pagan… bound to a human soul, would be forever… fuck!"
Latching his mouth on Loki's neck, Bobby lifted the god's leg over his shoulder and leaned back to get better leverage. "Fuck, do it… bond us."
There was no fancy words or blood needed. Bobby felt it the second Loki bonded them together, a rush of power flowing through his body while they both found their release. The hunter closed his eyes, having learned a while back that exploding grace could be harmful and allowed himself to sink into the pleasure of grace flowing through him. He must have passed out because when he came to Gabriel was laying on his chest, rubbing a hand on his skin and there was the soft hum of power surrounding them.
"I take it, it worked?" asked the hunter, his voice scratchy which was soon soothed by his partner.
"Yeah," answered the archangel, and Bobby could tell the difference in his soul. This was Gabriel once again, though there were slight traces of the pagan magic. Whatever the bonding did to the creature, he was more archangel than pagan now. Bobby didn't question how he could sense the change in his lover, and instead, he ran his hand down the other's side until he was splaying his fingers on the other's hip.
"Good. Now get your mojo working. I haven't been able to catch more than a couple nights with you for months… I'm hardly done with you yet."
The resounding laugh was enough of an answer, one Bobby wanted to hear for the rest of time. If he played his cards right, he just might.
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