Author's Notes: I am ssssooooo sorry that I've taken a month to write this f**king chapter but I've been busy writing up other fanfiction stories but I should be back on track. Hopefully!
Anyways, this is the final chapter of Episode 3 and I shall have Episode 4 up as quickly as I can. Promise. *fingers crossed* -- So I hope you like this chapter and please review and tell me what you think of it. I'd really appreciate it, thanks a bunch! b(^_^)d
After salting and burning Lilu's corpse in a nearby graveyard, Dean and Sam return to the house where they'd left Bobby to attend to Chris' wounds and console Terry the fact that his boyfriend was going to be sore for a few days but all in all, he was going to be just fine.
It's nearly half-past midnight now, and all of them had retired to bed, except Sam and Terry, who are sitting opposite each other at the breakfast bar in the kitchen, drinking coffee and orange juice, conversing quietly about all sorts of things for an hour now whilst trying not to wake the others.
"So Sam," Terry starts as he sips a little of his frothy coffee, "What I heard upstairs, whilst I was chanting that spell, was it the truth? Are you expecting a child?"
Sam takes a sip of his nicely-chilled orange juice and smiles dimply at him, "Yeah…yeah I am," he replies simply, placing the glass on the coaster carefully.
Terry cocks an eyebrow, "And does Dean have any idea that his younger brother's going to be expecting soon?" He asks with a cheeky smile before taking another sip of his coffee.
Sam shakes his head, smiling as he does, "No, not yet. There just hasn't been a good time to tell him yet. We've been real busy these past few weeks." He then lets out a sigh, looking out of the window to see the stars glittering beside the crescent Moon.
"Well then it seems to me that right now is a good of a time as any to tell him." Terry then downs the last of his coffee, pops it into the dishwasher and stands next to Sam, a hand on his shoulder, "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone of your little 'secret'." He then hints with an eyebrow before disappearing out the room and up the stairs.
Sam's left on his own to stare down at his orange juice that's cupped in his hand and ponder about what Terry's just said. Sam gets the obvious feeling that him being pregnant wasn't the only thing Terry was referring to.
Downing the rest of his juice Sam places it in the dishwasher, like Terry before, and heads up to the spare room, shutting off the lights as he goes. The bed's still useable even though the room now had a massive gaping hole in the wall where Lilu chucked Bobby through it like he was nothing, crashing through it like a ton of bricks. Bobby's okay though, just a few bumps and bruises. No apparent bones broken, surprisingly.
Closing the door behind him Sam can see and hear that Dean's obviously fast asleep, snoring lightly underneath the duvet and noticing that he has one leg wrapped cosily around it. He can also see that he's half-naked, but you wouldn't be able to tell because he's wearing his favourite black boxers and are impossible to see in the dark. Obviously.
Without turning on the light, so he doesn't wake him, Sam tip-toes straight into the joining bathroom, closes the door behind him and switches on the light. After brushing his teeth and washing his face Sam takes off his dirty clothes, leaving his white Calvin Klein boxers on, turns the light off and tip-toes back into the dark room.
Waiting for his eyes to adjust to the darkness of the room Sam can see his duffle bag and makes his way quietly over to it, trying not to make too much noise but the creaky floorboards underneath his feet aren't helping. Once he packs his clothes in, he makes his way to the side of the bed that's not occupied by Dean and slips under the covers slowly. He's just about to close his eyes when an arm wraps itself protectively around his slender waist and a voice whispers hoarsely into the dark, "Any louder, Bigfoot, and you would've woken up the dead."
"Ha, ha, very funny. Have you gotten any sleep at all yet?" Sam asks in a huff, Dean wiggling a little closer so they can both embrace each other a little better.
"Nah, just been tossing and turning, waiting for you to get in. What were you and Terry talking about anyway?"
Sam then gives out a long sigh, "Ah, nothing in particular. Just this and that about our lives up to now. Seems living a normal enough life can be just as hard as living a hunter's one. Which is why I need to get something off my chest."
"Oh? And what could that be?" Dean asked croakily, lifting his head up just enough so he could see the outline of Sam's face, his eyes not yet adjusted to the darkness.
"Dean…I'm pregnant," he blurted out without hesitation, knowing that this needed to be said because he wouldn't be able to keep up the deceiving for much longer.
Leaning forward and guessing where his lips are Dean presses his soft, plump ones against them, indulging Sam in a long and passionate kiss. Both filling it with the love and passion that they have for each other. Breaking away Dean answers, not knowing if Sam can see him smirking, "Took you long enough to figure it out, didn't it?"
Sam's eyebrows immediately creased at Dean's words, "What? You already knew? How? Where? Why -- ?" But Dean shushes him with a finger pressed against his lips, "Now before you start asking all the obvious questions, let me just answer them all in one go. Alright?"
He can feel Sam nodding against his finger and pulls it away before beginning to answer Sam's obvious questions, "I sorta had a suspicion of you being pregnant since we discussed it back at the café in Cleveland but couldn't really know for sure until a few days had passed. It finally hit me when we were leaving Raleigh and I saw you coming out of the bathroom. You could've hidden all the evidence and I'd still know the truth. You see, Sammy, I saw the answer in those beautiful hazel eyes of yours and in that moment, I just wanted to blurt it out but I decided to wait until you were ready to tell me up-close-and-personal. And to top it off, your nipples are a little…perkier than usual." Dean replies the last part with a smirk that Sam can clearly see now that his eyes have adjusted to the darkness.
"What?! No they are not!" Sam retorts with a laugh, but not loud enough to wake anyone who are currently sleeping at that very moment.
"Are too!"
"Are not!"
"Are too!"
"Are not!"
Knowing full well that they could go forever with this conversation, Dean decides to close it by sealing his lips with Sam's, hearing him muffle against them. There, that'll shut him up! Dean smirked to himself as he backed off and heard a soft moan coming from his little brother.
"Hey!" Sam whispered softly, tightening his arm around Dean, "Don't start what you can't finish." He then let out a slight laugh that was slightly deeper than his normal voice usually is.
"Oh, I attend to finish it Sammy," Dean answered in what he likes to call his "sexy voice" and kisses him again, this time placing a hand on the back of Sam's head, pulling him deeper into the kiss…
What seemed like hours after their little "escapade", Dean has a certain urgency to wake up. He finds Sam clinging onto him like a damn octopus; one of his arms' wrapped tightly round his chest while one of his legs' draped over Dean's legs, making it impossible for him to even move without Sam knowing about it.
Turning his head to face the window on the far side of the room, Dean can see the reason why he had the sudden urgency to wake up…Castiel. The 'vessel' that the angel's occupying is leaning against the pane below the broken window that Bobby and Chris had covered with plastic wrapping until they fix it sometime tomorrow.
For some reason, Dean manages to climb out of bed without waking Sam up, who turns over onto his front mumbling to himself, as Dean stands up and wanders slowly over to the 'angel', still garbed in his black boxers and having no intentions to put some clothes on for Castiel's sake.
"Outstanding work with Lilu. That's one less demon we have to worry about," Castiel replied yet Dean didn't sense the appreciation in the angel's voice, just the emotionless tone he seems to carry with him every time he spoke.
"You knew about all this?" Dean asked, pointing his arms at the broken window and smashed wall to indicate the fight they were in just hours ago.
Castiel dips his head to the side, "I was made...aware," he simply answered, earning an angered nod from Dean, "Well, thank you very much for your "angelic" assistance." He replied not too loudly, not wanting to wake Sam up to find him talking to a complete stranger in a tanned trench coat, "I nearly became a love slave to that demon!" He replied with such venom in his voice, staring back at Castiel with angered eyes.
"But you didn't." Castiel replied flatly, as though he had no doubt in his mind that Dean would succumb to such a demon.
"You know, I thought "angels" were supposed to be, like, guardians." Dean retorts huskily, "Fluffy wings sprouting out of their backs, halos circling over their heads...you know, Michael Landon. Not dicks," he snaps again with the venom clearly evident in his voice.
"Read the Bible." The angel responds simply, not leaving his place against the windowpane, "Angels are warriors of God. I'm a soldier –," but Castiel's interrupted by Dean, "Oh yeah, then why don't you fight? Why didn't you help us back there?"
Castiel pushed himself off the pane, stepping a little closer to Dean but not too close, seeing the look in the elder Winchester's eyes makes him seem like he's about to punch him if he got too close.
"I'm not here to perch on your shoulder. We have larger concerns than fighting sex-crazed incubuses."
"Concerns?" Dean suddenly replied, not caring now whether Sam wakes up or not. This guy's clearly not listening to him and dammit if he has to raise his voice in order for this "angel" to listen to him, then so be it, "Innocent people continue to die down here! And anyway, while this is all happening, where the hell is your Boss, huh? If there really is a God?"
"There's a God."
"Oh yeah? Well, I'm not convinced." Then there's an awkward silence, the sound of the trees dancing gently with the soft breeze outside and the short creaking of the floorboards can be heard before Dean continues, "'Cause if there's a God, then what the hell is he waiting for, eh? Genocide? Monsters roaming the Earth? The fuc-- the freakin' apocalypse? At what point does he lift a damned finger and help the poor bastards that are stuck down here?" Dean's voice's deep and husky now, sounding more like that guy from that Metal Gear Solid game than his usual self.
"The Lord works –," but Dean butts in before Castiel can finish, "If you say, "in mysterious ways", so help me, I will kick your ass!"
Castiel raises his hands up in defeat before putting them back down to his sides, knowing that Dean's not going to understand the whole concept of God. There's that awkward silence again, one looking at the other before Dean starts to circle Castiel until he too is standing beside the windowpane.
"So...back to the question at hand, why are you here Castiel?" Dean's voice's back to being soft but loud enough to hear.
"Big things are afoot Dean and your dealings with Dracula, Phebe and Lilu are just the tip of the iceberg." The sound of his voice telling Dean that there's definitely worse things to come.
"Do I really want to know what kinds of things?" Dean asks quickly, not really wanting to know what's about to come round the corner.
Castiel shakes his head once, a slight smirk emerging on the right side of his mouth before he answers, "I sincerely doubt it but, you need to know. The 'taking' of certain innocence is just one of the 66 seals."
"Okay. So I'm guessing that's not a show at Seaworld," Dean mocks the angel, his usual jokey tone back in his voice as he waits for Castiel to continue.
"Those seals are being broken by Lilith." He says those words slowly as though it might help Dean grasp the fact that this is going to be bad for everyone.
Dean knew that demon bitch with the white eyes had to have had a part to play in all this, "So Lilu wasn't just taking and killing people for his own personal gain. He was helping out Lilith by breaking one of these 'seals'."
Castiel nods in understanding, crossing his arms over his chest as he does, "Mm-hmm, and not just here. Demons under Lilith's command are already on the move to find and break the others seals."
Dean lets out a deep sigh, "Well, at least Lilu's back where he belongs."
"Doesn't matter," Castiel replied flatly, "The seal is broken."
The elder Winchester's eyebrows furrows, "Why break the seal anyways?"
"Think of the seals like locks on a door."
"Alright...so what happens when the last seal is unlocked?"
"Lucifer is free to walk the Earth."
"Lucifer?" Dean can't believe it. Shouldn't believe it. Lucifer was just a tale they tell Sunday school children to keep them from doing bad things. "There's no such thing."
"A week ago, you thought there was no such thing as me. Why do you think we're here walking amongst you now for the first time in 2,000 years?"
"To stop Lucifer." Dean whispers, in which Castiel only answers with a slight nod, "That's why we've arrived."
"Well," Dean starts, tilting his head to one side, "Bang-up job so far. Stellar work with helping out with Lilu," he finished sarcastically, now leaning up against the windowpane, feeling the cool wind caress his naked back.
"We tried, but there are other battles, other seals. Some we'll win, some we'll lose. This one we lost." The angel can see on Dean's face that he was expecting so much more out of the angels, so Castiel steps in front of him to make sure he has his attention, "Our numbers are not unlimited. Six of my brothers died in the field this week. Do you think that the armies of Heaven should just follow you around?" He asks, seeing the very answer in Dean's eyes, "There's a bigger picture here. You should show me a little respect after what I have done for you so far. I dragged you out of Hell. I can throw you back in," Castiel retorts with such emphasis that Dean doesn't doubt that he would do just that if he steps out of line.
Dean suddenly jolts awake, finding himself back in bed with Sam in Chris and Terry's spare bedroom, the conversation with Castiel obviously a dream but Dean knows that it's more than just that. As though by instinct Sam sleepily opens his eyes but barely, "Dean? Dean, are you okay?" He asks with concern, seeing the worried look on his face.
"Yeah...yeah I'm fine," Dean replies, embracing Sam a little closer to him, who in turn lies his head back on Dean's chest.
"So, Sam, you've got no problem believing in God and his angels."
Too tired to lift up his head Sam moans, "No, not really," the throaty tone of his voice vibrates against Dean's chest.
"So I guess that means you believe in the Devil?"
"Dean, why are you asking me all this?" Sam asks again, concern evident in his sleepy voice but his brother doesn't answer him. He just stares into the darkness of the room, his conversation with Castiel heavily on his mind and he knows he won't be getting any sleep tonight...