So Susangel wanted this chappie before the Through The Years chappie and i wrote it. Fo you guys.
Dean: Admit it, you haven't finished the Through The Years chapter.
Gabe: Haven't started it is more like it.
GUYS. STFU.
Cas: Is it true though?
Sam: Yeah, is it?
Eve: GUYS LEAVE HER ALOOOONE!
Dean&Gabe: Shut up Eve!
Cas: Eve it would be most beneficial of you not to speak for the remainder of the AN.
Sam:... what they said.
Eve: *glare*
Ok, ok. I'll admit it since they're giving Eve hell for defending me. I havn't really started the Through The Years chapter. But i will. Tonight. and i'll post it by tomorrow if its the last thing i do since i have so much in store for it. Also, if you watched X-Men First Class, i wrote a fic for the Erik/Charles pairing called That's Not What I Saw. Check it out. And if you haven't seen the movie, watch it. It is phenomonal. One of the best, though they all are amazing.
SO READ ON.
Episode 10: Family Reunion
Dean and Castiel made it to Kansas in record time and to the old Winchester house. The woman who had been living there with her children had long since moved out, too traumatized after Dean and Sam had gotten rid of the poltergeist and Mary's soul had been freed. It was just as well, Dean thought as he grabbed John's carrier from the back of the Impala, Cas taking Mary's. He gave himself a moment to smile at the thought: the Impala was now a family car. But hadn't she always been? She had carried him and Sam countless times to countless places when they were children. It only made sense that Dean was doing the same with his own children.
His own children. Man, he would never get tired of the sound of that.
And his own husband, he thought smiling as he locked the car and walked hand in hand with Cas to the front door of the house. Their clothes were a bit rumpled from the long drive, but it had been worth it. They made sure the carriers weren't swinging, knowing the twins needed their rest and that if one woke up, the other would be right behind them. And that would just lead to misery for everyone.
Dean handed Cas John's carrier and knocked on the door, turning to take John back. He waited for a moment, hearing a commotion behind the closed door of the old, recently abandoned door. Suddenly, it opened. And Dean could only stare in openmouthed- horror, amazement, awe, hurt, longing?- something, as Cas gasped and the person before him turned their head and yelled back, "Robert Stevens Singer, don't you dare touch those rolls!" and then turned to them.
Mary Winchester, the original Mary Winchester, wife of John Winchester smiled in surprise. "Dean!" she exclaimed in apparent happiness and threw her arms around her son in happiness. Dean stood stalk-still. He couldn't move, couldn't believe this was happening. His mother. She was right in front of him, hugging him.
"Mom?" he croaked, unsure of what to do, to say. He turned his head and saw Cas with his eyes shining with tears unshed. Dean wrapped one shaking arm around his mother, the other too busy holding his sleeping son.
Mary pulled back and cupped Dean's face in her hands. "Yes, baby. It's me. The real me. I've been seeing what those angels have been doing to you." She smiled and kissed his cheek. "It's me, Dean."
He put John's carrier down then and used both arms to hug her so tight, he was sure she wouldn't have been able to breathe if she wasn't already dead and it didn't matter. He felt her patting his back, felt her wipe away his tears when he pulled back to look at her.
"Oh, come on, Dean. I've seen you hold in your tears against scarier things than your own mother." But she was a little watery-eyed. She seemed to notice Castiel after that. A sweet smile came to her face, one Castiel recognized as Dean's and surprisingly Baby John's. "Hello. You must be Castiel." She reached out a hand and Castiel shook it. And then, she hugged him. Castiel had been human long enough to when to hug back. "Thank you," Mary whispered. Castiel knew what she meant, Thank you for saving Dean, taking care of him, making him happy. With that, she stepped away and looked down at the stairs where the carriers were sitting, the twins asleep. "Is this them? My namesake and her twin?" She smiled, absolutely beamed and Dean had so close his eyes and count to three before he could open his eyes and believe them.
Castiel smiled, going with this like he was a fish in water. "That is John," he said, pointing to the carrier that Dean was now lifting. "And this," Castiel picked up the other carrier, "is Mary."
Mary Winchester smiled at her granddaughter. She caressed her face and then turned to the house. "Well, let's get inside. Everyone is waiting." She turned to Dean. "And Sam thought you were going to take longer." She shook her head. "I don't even want to know what he lost to Gabriel."
"Sammy and Gabe are here already?" Dean asked walking inside. To his utter surprise, the house wasn't abandoned looking, but brand-new on the inside. "Mom," and the name felt foreign coming off his tongue, no matter how many time through the years he had used it. She turned. "How is this...?"
"Possible?" Mary Winchester asked. She looked sad suddenly. "They won the war," she said pointing up. Dean and Castiel shared surprised glances. "The boys will probably tell you later. But they won. And then Castiel had the twins and... well, Balthazar thought that this was the least he could do for all of you."
Dean swallowed. "But it's not permanent." It wasn't a question.
She shook her head, tears welling in her eyes. "Oh sweetie, no. No its not. We had our time. Now it's your turn."
Dean nodded, halfway to the kitchen, the scenery familiar with his childhood memories before he stopped. "Wait... we?"
Now his mother was smiling again. "Come and see." And then she disappeared into the kitchen.
Dean shared a look with his husband, but found that the man was already giving him a weird look. "What?" Dean asked, switching hands with the carrier.
Castiel smiled. "You have an uncanny way of smiling like your mother," was all he said as he walked into kitchen.
Dean stood there for a second, looked down at his still-sleeping son and said, "I swear to your Grandfather, if you grow up and talk in riddles like your Poppa, I will tear you a new one." And with that threat, he walked into the kitchen.
Only to be hit by three more surprises. The first and foremost, was his father. Mary was at the stove, swirling something with a spoon and John Winchester (senior) was tasting what she held out to him, looking like he was in perfect bliss.
"Dad?" Dean choked out. He almost dropped baby John, but managed to just get him on the ground before his hand shook from shock and lost its grip. The way he was going, his babies would be those head cases in the future that you knew had gotten dropped on the head one too many times when they were babies.
John slowly turned around and looked his son in the eye. He was John Winchester, the way he was supposed to be, not all trashed up from a car accident, smelling of sulfur from his most recent run in with the YED. He was just... John Winchester.
"Dean," he said calmly. Dean didn't know what to do but hug him, hold him as tight as he could. Holy shit he owed Balthazar sooo bad.
After a moment, they separated, neither speaking more on the subject of his father being back for the time being. Castiel gave a forced cough, wishing to be acknowledged. Dean blushed. Of course, his family. Duh. "Um... Dad this is Castiel. Cas, this is my dad. Dad, Cas is my husband." Dean was surprised with himself. He hadn't even stuttered. This was his family god-damnit. And he was proud of it.
John gave Castiel a scrutinizing look. And then, surprisingly, he stuck a hand out. Castiel cautiously shook it. John sighed, weary. "Castiel, I know what you've done for my son. For both of them. I'm not going to eat you. You can put my granddaughter down too, you know. We aren't about to attack her. And even if we were, even though your no angel anymore, you can still kick an old man's ass. So."
Castiel blinked, looked to Dean and then smiled. And Dean was smiling too. Because hot damn he loved these freaks called his family.
"And anyway," John continued as Bobby walked in from the living room, "It's not like I can avoid the gay. I look to the left," he turned to where Sam and Gabe were sitting at the table. Dean hadn't even noticed them. He waved. Sam rolled his eyes and Gabe gave a smarmy smile back. "And there's my youngest and his angel-man lover. I look to the right," he turned to Bobby who was scowling. "And there's my best friend and his demon-man lover. Which," John added, "I do not approve of." Bobby flipped him off and went around Mary to get a beer in the fridge. "Then I look straight ahead and I see my oldest son, his husband and his children. I can't avoid it. Mind as well enjoy it." And with that, he turned to the babies in their carriers on the floor. "My, my aren't they just two tons of adorable."
Dean smiled, too proud, and picked up John's carrier as Cas picked up Mary's, and set them on the table. Reaching into John's, he unbuckled and lifted out his son as gently as he could. Supporting his neck with one hand and his body with the other, Dean cradled his son close to him. He still smelled like new baby, right out of the box, and was still so much smaller than a normal six-month old. Mary walked over to observe the new parents as Castiel took Mary from her carrier. Both twins, mercifully, stayed asleep.
"They are beautiful," Mary whispered. She put her arms out. "May I?"
Castiel smiled. "Certainly," he responded, handing Baby-Mary over to her grandmother. Mary Winchester cradled the baby to her, crooning as the baby shifted in her arms. Much to his father's protestations, Dean handed him Baby-John. The man was uncomfortable for about ten seconds before the baby turned closer to his chest and snuggled up to him. Baby-John could make anyone melt. When he was asleep that is.
"Oh my," Mary exclaimed, a happy expression on her face. John didn't speak, just held his grandson all the more close.
Dean wrapped an arm around Castiel's waist and brought him close enough to plant a kiss to his temple. Sam and Gabriel shared a look, as did John and Mary. They all knew how good this was for Dean. After a few more minutes, Mary and John exchanged grandchildren. John smiled brightly at the sight of his granddaughter and Mary was tickled silly that her grandson was so cute and adorable. The babies stayed asleep, but Dean made it a point to wake them up later on to see their grandparents.
Mary and John junior were handed back to their parents as John was called into the living room by Bobby and Mary went back to focus on cooking. Dean held Mary now, Cas held John, and they sat beside their brothers with their sleeping children. It was quiet except for the sizzling of cooking until...
"AHHHH! You guys have BABIES!" Dean's and Cas's heads snapped up and a look of shock came over the both of them. There was Joanna Beth Harvelle with Ash standing behind her, an eyebrow raised.
Jo ran over to Dean and Cas, smothering them and the babies in hugs. Then she went to knee level and stared at the twins. "Oh my God, they both look just like each other. They have your hair though," she said looking at Castiel. "And your lips. But those are definitely Dean's nose and ears." At that, Mary opened her eyes, John soon following and Jo gasped. "Holy shit, and Dean's eyes!"
Dean scowled. As much as the initial shock was wearing off that Jo and Ash were also brought back for the little reunion, he did not appreciate the young woman yelling and waking up his children, whom were starting to squirm and whimper, turning their faces into their parents' chests.
Dean gave her another glare as Ash grabbed her arm and stood her up. "Nice going Joie. You woke them up with your loud yelling."
Jo turned in his arms and crossed hers. "You weren't complaining about my loud yelling last night." She poked him in the chest.
Ash rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around her. "You weren't waking anyone but the neighbors last night. Now you're waking up our niece and nephew. And their parents aren't too happy about that." To Dean's surprise, he leaned down and kissed Jo quickly on the mouth, just as Ellen walked in with groceries, rolling her eyes at the display of affection.
"I got the rest of the tomatoes and such, Mary," Ellen said, handing them to Mrs. Winchester, who smiled her thanks. Ellen then walked over to Dean and Castiel. Sam and Gabriel had disappeared in the heat of the moment. "Well, well, well. Mr. and Mr. Winchester. You two got Heaven's Finest in a jumble with your little display of affection." At their confused looks, she pointed to the squirming bundles in their arms. "Your kids." She peeked over Dean's arms and caught sight of Mary, already red in the face and very unhappy. "Who the hell woke them up?"
Ash, although he loved his Joie very much, shoved Jo at her mother and pointed to the top of her head. "This heathen, Ma'am," he answered as Jo looked up at his finger, going cross-eyed.
"Joanna Beth Harvelle," Ellen said. "You can't go around waking up your niece and nephew whenever you want. They are children. They need to sleep." Ellen turned and rolled her eyes in apology as she went to go help Mary with the rest of the cooking.
Castiel and Dean just shared confused looks as they tried to settle the twins. Dean took Mary, stood her up on his lap and made a face. "Aw, baby girl, what's wrong? Auntie Jo wake you up? Is that it?" Sniffling, Mary stopped her fussing, looking her father in the eyes with those same eyes. She blinked and looked around. Soon after, John stopped crying, blinking up at Castiel with his jade eyes and then struggling to sit up, his Poppa helping the determined little baby.
Jo gushed. "Oh my God they are so adorable." She gave Dean and Castiel a look. "You guys make cute babies, you know that?"
Castiel chuckled softly, standing John up, like Dean was doing for Mary, and said, "So we've been told."
Dean appraised Ash and Jo as Ash reeled her in with an arm around her waist again and held her close. "So, when did that happen?" he gestured between the two of them. He then looked to Ash. "Because the last time I saw you, you were searching for them in Heaven and Pam was hanging with you in a bar. By the way, is Pam here?"
Ash shrugged. "To answer question number one: I found Ellen and Jo. And your 'rents. We all bunked in our own joined Heaven after that. Me and Jo just... clicked after a little bit."
Jo smiled. "Why, you jealous Winchester?"
Dean laughed. It really was funny. He had a husband, children; how could he be jealous? "Of you? Not even a little. Of Ash having to put up with you? I think I might pity him."
Mary wiggled, wanting to be put down and Dean, like it was routine, asked, "Mom, is the floor clean? I wanna put the twins down, they like to crawl around, but I don't want them to put anything in their mouths."
And Mary, as if this had been her life all along, answered, "Ellen and I washed it. It's fine. Just..." She looked to Ash. "Ashmore, put up the gate that Balthazar brought. Just in the kitchen doorway so they don't crawl out."
Dean almost laughed at the look Ash gave Dean's mother when she used his full name, but regardless, he set up the gate. Dean gently lowered his daughter, the baby wobbly at first but then sure in her movements, waiting for her Poppa to put her twin down. They crawled off together, warbling and garbling words to each other.
"To answer your second question, no, Pamela is not here," Ash answered. "She... found someone in Heaven. She told us to send her regards and congrats though." Dean felt a little disappointed, but he supposed he understood. He wouldn't want to be away from Cas, not even to see people, although they weren't family. He turned to Castiel who shrugged.
Suddenly, there was an angel in the room. On any other day, he would have groaned and told them to go away. But today, he wanted to bundle that angel to his chest and thank them until his face was blue. Balthazar smiled, glancing down at the twins who were crawling around in their dress-clothes. Dean groaned a little; those were going to be a pain to wash. He should have taken them off before hand.
"Well hello, little darlings," Balthazar said, picking them both up, one in each arm. They looked at him with twin sets of jade eyes and cocked their heads, before looking at each other in confusion. "I am you Uncle Balthazar. I have made all of this possible, which, your parents owe me, by the way." He looked to Dean and Castiel who were rolling their eyes at him. Balthazar brought the babies to their parents and suggested, "Might want to take off the dress-clothes. No matter how well your mother and surrogate-mother clean, babies have the tendency to dirty all they wear, as I am sure you tow are aware."
Dean slid the dress off of Mary, leaving her in a onsie and socks. Castiel slid off the shirt, coat and pants off of John and set him down in a onsie to go off with his sister. Balthazar looked at the mini-adults and said, "You know, those two look uncannily like the both of you thrown together. You make-"
"Adorable children? Yeah. So everyone's been telling us," Dean cut off, taking Castiel's hand in his and threading their fingers together. Castiel shook his head but smiled and entwined their fingers together tighter. Dean could only smile.
Balthazar groaned. "Oh goodness. Have they been doing that lovey-dovey crap all day?"
Ash snickered and Jo just slapped Balthazar's arm. "I think its awesome that they aren't ashamed of showing their love for each other in public."
"Why would they hide it?" Gabriel said, appearing beside his brother. "They're married and have children. It would be stupid to hide." He tipped an imaginary hat to the Winchesters. "Thought I'd pop in and spare you the horror that is Balthie." He smirked and got slapped upside the head by a passing Ellen. "Hey!"
"Gabriel, be nice. And go tell Sam to tell the others that lunch is ready," Ellen said.
Mary softened her friends brutality with a, "Please Gabriel. That'd be great if you could."
And because Mary Winchester was just so amazing and everyone loved her Gabriel rolled his eyes. "Well, your pretty much my mother-in-law. And I like you better than the witch with the flying hands." Ellen smacked him again. "Damnit Harvelle!"
Ellen smirked. "So sorry. It was the 'flying hands'. Just a reflex I can't control. I'm sure you understand?"
Gabriel mimicked her and then poofed out of the room, grumbling. Dean rolled his eyes, and returned them to the floor where they primarily were, watching his children grabbing at the passing Ellen's and Balthazar's legs. Mary gave a wicked look to her brother and got onto her stomach, army crawling to the gate on one side. John followed her lead going to the other side. As soon as Sam walked in, it was like there was a silent yell of 'ATTACK!' and the twins launched themselves at their god-father, attaching to his legs and squealing, getting drool all down Sam's jeans.
Sam gave a weary sigh and Dean heard their father swear behind him, having slammed into his youngest son when he had unexpectedly stopped in the doorway. Dean heard Bobby grumbling behind his father, Crowley chuckling as he probably groped him. Balthazar gave Sam an unimpressed look as Dean and Castiel laughed and got up, each collecting a twin. Sam walked in and took a seat at the dining room table, John sitting at the head of the table. Mary gave both men a disapproving look and both gave identical sighs of resignation, the same looks on their faces, and got up the same way to help bring the food to the table.
Gabriel appeared beside Dean where he was trying to set a squirming John on his hip. He blew a curly lock of dark hair out of his face as John kneed him in the kidney. "Easy tiger," Dean murmured to his son, finally getting him comfortable.
"Do they know how much they look alike when they do that?" Gabriel asked Dean, gesturing to John and Sam bring the food to the table and wearing twin looks of aggravation on their faces.
Dean snickered. "I don't think so. They're both too stubborn to see it or admit it if they do."
Castiel rolled his eyes and handed Mary to Gabriel. "Hold her while I scout the house for high chairs, will you?" He wasn't really asking, just acknowledging it, since the baby was already in Gabriel's arms.
Gabe made a face. "Do you promise not to attack Uncle Gabe?" he said to the baby. She swatted him in the face and dissolved into laughter.
Castiel raised an eyebrow and kissed Dean's lips quickly as he left. "I'll be back in a moment. Make sure he doesn't turn our daughter into anything... unsavory." And with that, Castiel was out of the kitchen/dining room. Dean smiled and turned around to see Mary trying to get at Gabriel again. He sighed.
"Gabe, you can't let her do that to you," Dean said, although he found it funny.
Gabriel looked sheepish. "I can't stop her. She's stronger than me. Damn baby packs a punch."
Dean stopped, almost hitting Ash who was trying to get by with plates. "Watch it Winchester. Baby or not, I will trip you," Ash threatened, although he said it half-heartedly and didn't mean it in the least.
Dean said, "She's stronger than you?" instead of answered Ash who rolled his eyes and purposefully bumped hips with Jo, who had cups, as he made his way to the table.
Gabe looked even more embarrassed. "You think I'd let my 6 month old god-daughter man-handle me if I had a choice?" He snorted. "Please Winchester. Castiel didn't raise himself. I know how to take care of children." Dean raised an eyebrow at that. He'd have to ask Cas about it. "Its giant Sasquatches that befuddle this mind."
Dean made his way around to the other side of the table as John and Sam finished putting food on it and Ash and Jo were done with the cutlery. He pushed two chairs that were in place of where the twins' high chairs would go. "You and Sammy having problems?"
Gabe shook his head, sitting with Mary so he didn't have to stand. "Nah. Just wondering what he thinks of these." He gestured to the twins.
Dean got a sudden strike of panic. Was gabe pregnant and didn't know how to tell Sam after what happened with Cas? "Gabe are you...?" He gestured to his stomach and then the twins.
Gabriel erupted into a sudden fit of laughter. "Oh God no." Dean relaxed. Ok, so Gabe wasn't. What was wrong then. "Hell no, I do not want one of these." He stopped then. "But I sometimes wonder if he does. If it would be better for him if I just left..."
Dean stopped him right there, sitting in a chair beside him. "Hold up, angel. You listen to me and you listen good." Gabriel turned to Dean, surprised he was even bothering. Didn't Dean not like him, want him away from his little brother? "You are the best thing to happen to Sammy after Jess. The best. You leave now and he will be miserable for the rest of his itty bitty human life. You hear me? Don't you dare walk out on my brother. He doesn't care if you can't have kids; you guys have mine to spoil and coddle. So don't you dare think that the minor issue of not having rug-rats is gonna change Sammy's mind about you. 'Cause he'll go nuts without you. Get it?"
Gabriel hid his face in Mary's hair and sighed shakily. "Got it."
Dean nodded. "Good." Then, looking up, he saw Castiel walk in with one high chair, some unknown person following behind. "That's our cue." He turned to Gabe who looked a bit shaken. "You good?"
But the archangel smiled. "Yeah, I'm great." He readjusted his niece and made his way over to Castiel and the other man.
Dean gave the unknown man a once over. He was tall, about John's height, if not taller. He had sandy blond hair down to his shoulder and dark brown eyes. Wrinkles riddled his face, a face that had seen many things, was the face of a hunter. He put down one of the high chairs and gave Dean a look.
"What?" Dean said, a bit defensive. He held John to him a bit closer. "Never seen a father holding his baby son before?"
The man started in surprise and looked to John. "That's his?"
Castiel, however, ignored the goings on and gave Dean a disapproving look. "Dean, William was nice enough to help me bring down the chairs. Don't be rude."
"I told you to call me Bill, Castiel," the man said exasperated, and Dean had seen that exasperation before.
Castiel rolled his eyes. "Yes, well. You'll find I tend not to do the things that I am asked of." Dean smiled at his lame excuse for a joke and looked at the man as Castiel continued to bring one high chair to the table, Gabe following with Mary.
"They both yours?" William asked.
"The babies? Yeah. The guy's mine too, just, you know, fyi," Dean responded, not wanting whoever this was to think he could get his slimy hands all over his Castiel.
But the guy laughed. "Son, you think that'll bother me? I've seen too much in my time. Though I wasn't expecting Bobby to turn on me." He shook his head, still smiling. "The name's William Harvelle. Call me Bill, since that up-tight husband of your refuses to."
Dean froze and then everything made sense as he relaxed and stuck out a hand to shake, supporting a whiney John with one arm. "You're Jo's dad. I'm Dean Winchester."
He shook Dean's hand. "You're John's older boy. The one with the angel. I'm Bill Harvelle."
"Alright, alright," Ellen said, coming between them and breaking apart their hands. "Enough of the pissing contest. Let's get to eating boys. There's some of us," and she threw a glance at the remaining Winchester men, Bobby and Gabriel, "That are too hungry to wait. And you wouldn't want me and Mary's hard work and good food to go to waste now would you?"
Dean smiled as Bill kissed her quick and let her lead him to the table, taking a seat next to him. John started to complain verbally and Dean chuckled, getting him to a seat and strapped down beside his sister and Cas. "I know, I know buddy," he said as he and Castiel mixed their formula, finally handing it to them. They were surprisingly more advanced than regular 6 month-olds, drinking on their own and such, without the aid of a parent. Castiel and Dean were able to eat checking on their progress once in a while.
It was great to have everyone together like a real family. A few miscellaneous angels had come, but were in the living room, watching something on TV. Balthazar though was in here with them, laughing it up and somehow keeping the liquor coming. It was great that the already dead and dying weren't able to get drunk, or else John and Bill would've been shit-faced by the time night rolled in. Bobby on the other hand, had had to be excused to the upstairs bathroom to throw up and lie down, Crowley following to make him more comfortable. The demon got along fairly well with Mrs. Winchester and Mrs. Harvelle, which just made Dean want his children to call him Grandma Crowley even more. Mary excused herself and got out the pie and ice cream, Ellen helping, while Ash and Jo threw whip cream in each other's faces. Sam and Gabriel had disappeared upstairs and Dean had a feeling Gabriel was going to make up for his misgiving thoughts. The twins were now in his lap and Castiel was just getting back from using the bathroom, something he'd gotten good at doing.
He extracted John from Dean's embrace, the baby rubbing his eyes, a sure sign that he was falling asleep, and trying to fight it. Castiel tsked him and put him on his back in his arms, cooing to him and rocking him until he finally started to drift off. Dean was doing the same to Mary, his daughter curled up to his chest, basking in his body heat and simply letting go and losing the battle to sleep. In moments, they were dead to the world. Mary pointed upstairs and Dean and Castiel brought the twins up and to a room that had two cribs. They gave each other a look and raised eyebrow but used them anyways. It seemed Balthazar had thought of everything for this little get together, including a baby monitor, which Dean turned on, taking the speaker with him.
They made their way back downstairs and into the living room. Balthazar was lounging on a chair and quickly explained the other angel's had skipped out a few minutes ago and that it was just him. Dean settled down in the loveseat with Castiel and a beer in hand. Ash and Jo excused themselves, something about wanting to know if the beds on Earth creaked as much as the ones in Heaven, which really , Dean could have lived without hearing. The Harvelles and Winchesters joined them soon after, all men with beer.
"So we heard you guys won the big fight upstairs," Dean said, picking at his beer bottle label. Castiel took the bottle from him and took a sip. Dean didn't even flinch. They'd been sharing for so long.
"Yep. We won alright. Took a long damn while too, but we kicked them right out," Balthazar said.
"What'd you do with the rebels?" Castiel asked.
Balthazar cocked an eyebrow. "Technically, we were the rebels." At Castiel's glare, he rolled his eyes. "Some we integrated back in. Others fell voluntarily. And still others were... disposed of. Its not perfect, but, we'll get there." After a moment, he said quietly, "Michael's back."
Everyone in the room froze. "He's what?" Dean demanded.
Balthazar raised his hands in surrender. "He's the real Michael, don't worry. We checked." He grinned madly now. "Extensively." He shrugged then, his face returning to normal. "But he's back. Wormed his way out of hell and collapsed the cage in on itself to prevent good ol' Lucy from popping back out. Either way, Lucifer is stuck in Hell. We've destroyed all doors he could use." Balthazar sighed. "I just thought I should tell you so you don't freak out one day if he pops down here. Ok? Great. He's helping, anyway, and most angels listen to him. So."
Dean didn't like it, but he sat back and dealt. Like he always did. Castiel didn't seem to care either way. He wasn't an angel anymore. Heaven wasn't his problem. "What did he say about us?" Castiel asked.
Balthazar laughed loudly now and the new Winchester parents glared at him. Their children were right up the stairs. "So sorry. That was loud." He cleared his throat, and then he grinned. "What did Michael say about your love affair with a human, about bearing said human's children, about turning human or about marrying this human? Because he said a lot about all of the above."
Castiel rolled his eyes. "Same old Michael. So much hot air-"
"But no balloon with which to use it on," Balthazar finished snickering. "Castiel, he doesn't approve, but thinks that its great that your not an angel so he doesn't have to feel embarrassed. He'd be the only one though. A great number of angels are envious of you, think you were brave, find it romantic, think your weird and odd, or don't know what to think so they choose to ignore. There's only Michael and probably Lucifer that disapprove, but everyone else knows how much you deserve this. Especially Azrael."
Dean piqued at the mention of the Angel of Death's name. "Azrael thought what?"
Balthazar gave Dean an annoyed look. "You need to stop questioning everything I say Winchester. It's getting annoying." John and Bill snickered at that, while Mary and Ellen only smiled. "Azrael, as I was saying, is very excited to meet his niece and nephew. He looks forward to getting to know them. Unfortunately, he is constantly... busy. So. He'll come around one of these days. If you see a man that seems to have a shadow following him, don't be frightened. It's only Azrael."
Dean just sat back and just shook his head. His life was way fucked up and weird as all shit. He then turned to his parents and said, "So, how long are you guys saying for?" He felt like he was asking about a vacation.
His mother smiled sadly and said, "Only today." Ellen nodded and took her hand.
"Oh." Dean didn't bother hiding his sadness; he knew everyone would see through it anyway.
"I'm sorry," his parents said in unison.
Dean shook his head. "Don't be. It was great to see you guys again. For the twins to see you." He cleared his throat.
"We'll be gone by morning," Bill said, trying to help and making it worse.
Dean just shook his head and cuddled into Cas when his husband put his arms around him. He saw both women smile. "My, my, well aren't you a perfect little coupling there," Ellen commented.
Dean smiled into Castiel's shoulder. He smelled like Dean's soap. "Cas, tell our family to shut up."
Castiel laughed and Dean felt the vibrations. "My pleasure," he whispered to Dean and then to the others said, "Dean wishes you to shut up." At the mock-hurt gasps, he said jokingly, "It was his words, not mine. I suggest you bombard him with embarrassing stories. I need to know a few more than the ones he's told me and I've gotten out of Sam and Bobby."
"What?" Dean exclaimed, getting the whole room to laugh, Balthazar eagerly voicing he would commit each anecdote to memory so he could relay them back to the Heavenly Host to give them a look at their Righteous Man.
And that was how the night went on; the elders telling stories, the juniors listening. And in Heaven, the host could all be seen watching from the edge of the world on the small white house in the middle of Lawrence, Kansas.
Some say they were arguing on who got to be closest, other argue that the angels in fact were trying to write down as many of the ridiculous scrapes Dean had gotten himself into. Still others claim that Raziel and Metetron had a fight on who would watch over the family and that a draw had to be called since the two matched each other in strength. Most say that Raguel rolled his eyes and mocked his family, silently thinking he was the luckiest angel in the Heavens.
But all accounts of that day claim that the angels did indeed sing.
Dean and Castiel drove away that next morning. The house was empty, not one soul, dead or otherwise, in it. Attached to the fridge, however, was a photograph that would last for years. Dean himself couldn't remember taking it and had the sneaking suspicion that no had. In the picture, it depicted them all together in the front yard in front of the house. Mary and John were on the left, followed by Ellen and Bill. Beside the Harvelles were Ash and Jo, in each other's arms, Jo with the most sarcastic look on her face. But you could tell she was loving it. Sam and Gabriel were beside them and on the end of that row were Bobby and Crowley, arms slung around each other. In front of that row, sitting on the ground, were Dean and Castiel, the twins in their laps, their faces bright and lit up with happiness. Balthazar was thrown in the middle, between Jo and Sam, their faces slightly agitated at his appearance, and Dean would later swear that when he picked up the photo for the first time, Balthazar hadn't been there.
They packed the twins in the car, seeing as Bobby and Crowley were already gone and Sam and Gabriel had poofed out of existence, probably already home and waiting for the rest of them. Funny, Dean thought, thinking of Bobby's as home when this place had been home for four years of his life and, for a brief amount of time, last night as well.
But his family was at Bobby's. And home was where his family was. So Dean drove back to South Dakota with his babies in the back, husband by his side, bitter-sweet memories on his mind and Hey Jude blasting through his speakers, the lyrics rolling off his tongue.
Hope that was sufficient and lasts you til tomorrow. I will be working on Redemption after this is done. And then i have two fics with which i hope to finish that are quite awesome if i do say so myself (both are SPN Destiel) After that, i am working on a summer project called Winchester of the Lord. The prequel is my fic I Am Winchester, so read that before Winchester of the Lord, a multi-chap that'll go up in the summer.
Well that's my schedule.
Dean: O.O Crap. Your a busy girl.
Me: *nodnodnods*
Cas: I find it remarkable. I congratulate you.
Me: *blushes*
Sam: Its kinda impressive.
Me: *beams*
Gabe: Eh. If that's what you like... which i do. *Smiles*
Me: *smiles back and winks*
Sam: HEY! No, no no. My archangel boyfriend. get your own. *hugs Gabe*
Gabe: Sammy. *coughsputtercough* Youre choking me *coughsputtercough*
Sammy: *doesn't hear*
Dean&Cas: *laughlaugh*
Me: *Sticks tongue out*
Gabe: Guys...*gasp* Help. EVE! *gasp* HELP!
Eve: *cleans out ear* I'm sorry, what was that? Telling me to shut it again? Ok then. I'll just leave. *grins*
Gabe: *as she walks away* NOOOO!
So... Reveiw? I have problems, i know. But, you know you love it.