What a Tangled Web We Weave

Chapter 10

Castiel stood there, trench coat and all. He appeared out of nowhere per usual which shocked the vampires and the shifter in the area. Sam, Dean and Harry were use to the random pop ins that occurs whenever the angel needed something or when he came to warn them. He was a rogue angel, going against all of his brothers and sisters and even his own father to protect humanity from being destroyed by his family's squabbles. Harry was quite fond of him and had taken to the angel's presence in their lives very well. Dean was wary at first and Sam, at first being memorized by the fact that he met an angel, then was OK with him as long as he kept Dean from being killed.

"I have come to tell you that Bobby and I have seen signs of Lucifer's location." Castiel said, not caring about the scene he just walked into.

"Really, where?" asked Sam.

"Detroit," he said instantly.

"Why does it always come back to Detroit?" Dean asked no one in particular, remembering his trip to the future. He shuddered. He hated to think if those things ever really happened. He remembered finding about Sam saying 'yes' to Lucifer in Detroit and about Harry…Harry was no longer there. Killed in a rescue mission gone horribly wrong. No he wasn't killed at first. From what 'future Dean' was describing, the demons, who took him and a few others, tortured him for hours before hand to get him to talk on where the hunters were located. He never spoke and took everything they threw at him. They finally killed him when they realized he was of no use, but not before dumping his body on the road to be found mere hours later. 'Future Dean' could not go into further detail after that.

"Yes, well apparently there is a great deal of demons surrounding that city so it will be hard to get into undetected. Bobby is working on a way to do so. I was to come here and inform you 'idgits' on what is going on." Cas's nose scrunched up in confusion on Bobby's term 'idgits'. Harry snickered at the angel's confusion. For being what probably was a millennium years old, he seemed to get confused at the smallest things that humans do. That was what probably endured Harry to him in the first place. It was so cute; he remembered all the times he gushed about it and how crazy jealous it made Dean. Great times.

"Where does he want to meet us?" Harry asked already making his way over to the angel, ignoring the stunned looks on the Fork's resident's faces.

"He said he was going to meet us here after he figured out a plan."

"So I guess we are staying," Sam said awkwardly realizing that now they had to stay in a town after have a big fight. It was going to get pretty strained this next couple of days. Jacob grasped his shoulder in comfort, neither noticed Castiel's narrowed glare in their direction.

"Let's go back to the motel and book two rooms this time," Harry sighed as he grasped and tugged Dean's hand to have him follow.

"Harry can we talk?" asked a now timid Edward, with his wife snarling at him from behind. Harry turned around and stared at his ex for a moment, not saying anything.

"I don't have time to talk about a relationship that was in the past and will stay there. If you weren't listening before, we have Lucifer to take care of or die trying." He told the copper haired vampire.

"Then this is the perfect time, because I won't let you leave here before I say what I need to say, especially when I know there is an even greater possibility that I won't ever see you again." He shouted.

"Fine. We will meet later tonight at the old cabin in the woods. 11 o'clock sharp. Don't bring your bitch of a wife." The boy-who-lived-many-times-over said before turning around and leaving with Dean, Sam, Jacob and Castiel.

LATER ON THAT NIGHT

"Are you sure you want to meet with him?" asked a worried Dean. Harry was putting on his husband's coat that reached to his knees, getting ready for the meeting with Edward.

"Yes I am sure. If I can't do this now then when? He is right. We need this closure and it would get him off my back with all of this whining really." The raven haired man answered. He looked up at his taller husband and smiled impishly; wrapping his arms around Dean's neck, he got on his tip-toes and gave him a languid kiss. The other man smiled into the kiss as he wrapped his own arms around Harry's waist and pulled his smaller body flushed up against his own. They stayed that way for a moment, looking into each others eyes, mesmerizing everything. They knew that there was a 98% chance of dieing and a 2% chance of actually surviving the apocalypse; they wanted to make much of the time they had left.

"I think, while I am gone, you should get to know Jacob, as he is going to be part of our lives." Harry mentioned as the finally let go of one another. Dean sighed dramatically,

"Oh, and find out what is going on with Cas, I get this weird vibe from him when ever I see him looking at Sam or Jacob."

"What vibe?" Dean asked, clueless.

"Like the vibe that he wants to fuck them into the ground but is totally confused at the same time." Harry snorted.

"What?" Dean screeched.

"Well I got to go, baby, I will see you when I get back," and with that, Harry left his husband hanging.

IN THE ROOM OVER

It was awkward. Really awkward. There was two beds in the motel room; not that it mattered cause Castiel never slept. But it still felt cramped. The TV was broken and the WiFi was total crap. So Sam and Jacob sat in their respective beds, and Castiel stood not moving an inch as he stared down at the hunter and shifter. It was quiet cause no one knew what to say. The situation was defiantly not normal.

"So Sam, tell me something about your self." Jacob broke the ice.

"Well I am 26 years old, both of my parents are dead and all I have left is Dean and of course Harry. I went to Stanford on a full scholarship when I was 18 but it resulted not speaking to my father for 4 years and Dean for two. I met a girl named Jessica and we became a couple. We knew each other all through college and I was planning to propose to her, but then the demon that killed my mom, killed her. I have been hunting since I can remember. I was addicted to demon blood for a while…and oh I am also Lucifer's vessel." Sam said nonchalantly.

"Wow," was all Jacob could really say at this point. Then it was silent again.

AT THE CABIN (THE ONE TALKED ABOUT THE LAST TIME HARRY AND EDWARD SPOKE)

The cabin was still the same as it had always been, a bit dustier and it gained a few more weeds, but over all looked like it did all those years ago. He remembered loosing his virginity to Edward here. They spent a romantic weekend there to get away from the constant stares of the town. It was like they never saw a gay couple before.

"Potter, glad you came," a voice from behind sneered. Turning around, he saw a bat coming at his head…and then nothing.