Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural but it would be fun to though.
Warning: Wincest! Sam/Dean/Cas. Angel Love. Some language, graphic imagery. Sexual Content. Lots and lots of schmoop and some angst as well in most of these story chapters. Gabriel does join their bed sexually and in love with them in later chapter, after the Christmas one in fact.
Plot: Sam is having nightmares and visions again and he needs Cas to help him with it. Is this another round of Demon visions or something else altogether new for him?
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(Poor Sam, the universe has thrown him another curve ball and he needs this lovers to fix it. Wait, the universe managed to thrown Cas a curve ball too? Wow, this is going to be interesting, hee hee.
Both Sam and Cas find out something new about themselves and their relationship to each is going to get a little more complicated. Let's see how much more complicated, shall we?)
Warning: This does contain some fairly graphic Wincest and some language! I was not able to gag anyone this time, they got away from me. If you are offended by it, please don't read. I don't want to offend, merely entertain.
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Sam sat in the room, alone for once. Dean went to get some beer and food, and maybe to hustle a little pool. Sam wanted to talk to Cas, alone. It wasn't anything major but there were some things he wanted to say and find out. He had been having nightmares again, with strange creatures in them like he used to have with his visions. These, of course, did not come with headaches, thank goodness. The creatures in these walked and moved but had not attacked anyone. It felt almost like they were looking for something, all of them, and once they found it, that something was in trouble. They weren't here yet, at least, not all at once. He felt they weren't going to do that. No, each one was waiting in the in-between places, pacing, waiting to be sent on. Sam woke up shaking as he saw and felt their eagerness to kill and to destroy. He just didn't know where they were going to and what they would be after. It was even more terrifying not knowing.
He sat on the bed and waited for Cas. He also needed to discuss their date, but also the dreams, the oh-so-vivid and real dreams, the 'wake up screaming if that thing even touched me or looked in my direction' dreams. He wondered if it was a by-product of their new knowledge that Heaven had given him or maybe another 'gift' from above. If it was, they needed to take it back, they really really did! He had definitely had his fill of being 'vision' boy when he had demon blood; he was not going back to that again. No way in hell!
Right at that moment, Cas appeared in a flourish of feathery whispers and went to his troubled lover.
"What's wrong, Sam?" Cas asked, concerned. Sam looked caught between happy to see him and downright pissed.
"I need to ask you something and I need you to be honest with me. I have to know something." Sam said. He needed the honesty even if he didn't really want it. Need overrode want in this scenario. Cas sat down beside him and looked at the man. Cas gave a sad smile and agreed to do so.
"I am having dreams, more like nightmares…" Sam began and finally told Cas everything, what he saw and felt in the dreams, and what he thought might be happening to him. He stopped talking after several minutes and then looked at Cas; his eyes hoping that Cas had the answers he so desperately needed.
"I have told you that you are special to Heaven, and to the world, but I didn't say why or in what way. In case you two weren't ready to hear it." Cas explained.
"So how do these dreams come into play again?" Sam shuddered and admitted that they had felt so real!
"You were also given the gift of sight with your knowledge, I was not aware of it until a moment ago. That is what took me so long to get to you." Cas said, not really wanting to do this but knowing he had to. Right about that time, Dean walked in with the beer and groceries. He had heard what Cas had said and looked even more upset than Sam did; if that was even possible.
Dean sat the stuff down on the table went to sit by Sam. "What do you mean 'gift of sight'? Not the visions again!" He looked at Sam and remembered how much the visions had hurt him. Seeing people's deaths had hurt him so much.
"Not exactly. First I must tell you something and I know you will be tempted to freak out but I must ask you to listen to me; it's vital that you do. Promise me, please?" Cas pleaded and the boys felt their anger go away. Cas was doing something he had to do, not that he wanted to do; therefore it would be bad but they also knew he would never lie to them. Sam had asked for honesty and Cas was giving it to him. They would listen and let him speak.
Cas moved closer to the men and made them part to allow him to sit between them; so he could hold their hands. He needed to be close to them for some reason; he needed the comfort. They let him do so and waited for him to speak.
"You are the most dangerous and the best Hunters in God's creation. God has decreed that you are to be his earthly soldiers, his mortal holy warriors of light against evil in this world. You alone will be the force that pushes back the darkness and keeps the evil at bay. You are its first and final defense, and offense. You both are to be the new breed of Archangel when you pass. It is a great honor. Didn't you ever wonder why he purified you, Sam, or healed you, Dean? Or why he lets me come down to help you so much? We are his defense for his most wonderful Creation, the Earth and its people; You, me, and Dean. Mostly you two, I am only supposed to help when really needed but I've never been great at following orders." Cas smiled sheepishly at them and looked away at their shocked faces. "That is why he gave you the daggers and that is why he gave you the knowledge."
"And the dreams play what part in this plan of his?" Sam looked pale as he asked this but the boys did seem to be taking it much better than he had thought they would.
"Your dreams will be the guide to find the creatures and the Evil you will be fighting. They will tell you where to find them and what they will do. You must then find them before they can do what they do in your dreams. They are Heavenly visions, not death visions. They show you your path and lead you to where you need to go. " Cas sighed and realized what Sam was worried about. "It won't be like before, there will be no pain and no headaches. Just the images, voices, sounds, smells, and impressions that come with the visions. This is a gift and the other was a curse." Cas tried to break it to him gently as possible. "I will be with you every step of the way, I am tied to you now and, when you face this Evil, I must face it with you."
They both looked at him as he said this part. "So you have to stay here and help us? What about Heaven, don't you have to keep going back there sometimes?" The boys were confused.
"Yes to both. I am supposed to help you and, yes, I do have to go back and help fight the battle there as well. I promise to help as much as I can." Cas vowed, letting them know he wasn't abandoning them to this fate alone.
The boys seethed in silence and took it all in. It bugged them that they were always the ones responsible for saving the world. They had to make the sacrifices and they were the ones that did the dirty stuff no one else would or could. They didn't like being special. Cas was right though; it was what they had always been doing, so why was it such a big surprise that this was what they were going to keep doing? Answer: not a very big one.
"But the dreams, the creatures, are they here now? I see them and there are so many. Are they coming now? Is that what they are telling me?" Sam looked scared. They had not looked happy in his dream. They were so not ready for this.
"Just warnings of your developing powers, and a warning of the creatures that were coming. He wanted you to know what you were up against." Cas continued holding their hands and prayed they wouldn't be too mad and want to shoot the messenger, namely him. "Might get some telekinesis like that one kid did, not sure."
"Okay, I get that and, as much as I appreciate the warning and the preview, I have to admit that this gift really sucks, just saying." Sam griped, hating his blossoming gift, "I will never get a good night's sleep with this 'lovely' gift of yours." Nightmares every night would drive him batty!
"Oh, those will stop the moment you embrace the gift and practice using it more often when you are awake." Cas pointed out, "It is only doing this because you are not accepting the powers and making them your own. Once you do, you will only have visions when it is time to fight or stop the evil creatures or whatever the visions lead you to do. You won't have them all the time; just once in a while."
"So I embrace it and learn to use it, and the dreams go away?" Sam couldn't believe it. That didn't sound hard at all! Right. "How am I supposed to do that? Who helps me, Dean, you, who?" Sam hated to admit it but Cas was making sense. Dean had yet to say another word; he just looked annoyed about the whole situation and let Sam speak.
"I am, of course. That's part of my responsibilities. He thought you would prefer me to train you to use them rather than a stranger. Although, if you prefer that, I could ask someone to fill in; I'd understand. This is kind of sudden. I'm sorry I had to spring it on you like this but you made me promise to be honest. I have to keep my promises. I am an Angel of the Lord." Cas took his job and duty very seriously; they both knew it and they loved that part of him, too.
He stopped talking and stared down at their entwined hands with amazement. Their hands and bodies fit so well together, like they were three pieces of a puzzle only they fit. Yet this one thing could tear that puzzle apart and he was powerless to stop it. It was up to the boys to deal with it; they had to accept it one way or another. It was their destiny and they really had no say in it. Neither did he. His fate was now intricately linked to theirs; a fact which pleased him to no end and also broke his heart for them at the same time.
Sam and Dean stared down as well and thought about what Cas had said. Sure, they were special and, sure, they had a sucky fate to deal with, but now Cas was tied to it, as well. He was tied to them, and deep down that made it better, a lot better. They didn't want some unknown being teaching Sam to use his powers and they sure didn't want some unknown being popping in and checking on them either. They wanted Cas and they needed him; for that and so much more. They needed him to be their third half and they loved him enough to trust him when he said he would be with them every step of the way.
They looked up and turned to face Cas and he looked at both of them, hoping they weren't freaking out too badly. He wanted to let them know they weren't alone; they had him.
"Okay, we don't like it but I suppose we have no choice. We are hunters and I suppose this will be just another type of hunting. " Dean admitted and Cas realized this was his way of letting Cas know he was okay with it; the whole destiny mess they were in.
"I would love it if you would be the one to train me, Cas. I don't want some stranger teaching me, I want you. I trust you. I love you. I know you know what to do and you won't trick me into it like Ruby did." Sam allowed, he wanted Cas to help him with his gift and he trusted him to do it right.
"No, I would never trick you. These powers are not to help you host anyone or achieve some Evil destiny in Hell. They are to help you save the world and keep everyone safe including each other, especially each other. These are based on goodness and holiness; not darkness and blood. Once we get you to embrace them and start learning to use them; you will have no more nightmares like you have been, I promise." Cas wanted to stop the nightmares and help Sam with this. It touched him that Sam trusted him this much.
"Then we agree to do our best to do this fighting Evil thing. It just sucks the Angels aren't helping." Dean said but kind of understood why. They had been saving the world for a while now; God just trusted them to be able keep doing their normal good job of saving it. Just on a more regular basis. It wasn't a new gig. It was just that before, they had the options to get out of it, to eventually let someone else take over. But now there was no one who would take over doing it; it was only them, and would always be them. They had been too good at their jobs and now they had been given the promotion they never wanted. Destiny was a pain in their asses!
"So when do I start this training thing, cause I am so not wanting to see those dreams again tonight?" Sam asked, really wanting to end them.
"Well, I can start now; if you like." Cas said smiling. He had to first get Sam to focus his mind and then the ability to control the visions would be possible.
Dean went to sit at the table and watch them while Sam turned to Cas to see what he had to do. Cas just stood in front of Sam and leaned over, helping Sam into a comfortable meditation position. "Now clear you mind and let it go blank. Let nothing touch you. If it tries, let it pass by; don't think on it. It will go away. Let your mind empty; ignore everything that you hear or that presses against your mind. Do nothing. Don't think; just breathe deeply in and out. This will create a place to help you focus. Just let me know when you have achieved this and I will be able to help you focus from there."
Sam sat on the bed, his legs sort of crossed and his hand resting on his knees. His eyes were closed and his breathing normal and slow. He willed his mind to empty and to block out all thoughts. He felt his mind suddenly empty and felt nothing but peace. The distractions and thoughts kept trying to form but he ignored them and concentrated on that peacefulness. Eventually he was ready to focus. He had been doing this for a half an hour before he got there, but he had got there.
"Now find a symbol or something important to you and picture it right in front of you. Look at it, let your mind stare into it and pull you in. Take your time, it has to be a powerful image; nothing else will work." Cas explained and went to sit by Dean while Sam did this part.
"Shouldn't he be already able to do this? I mean it doesn't sound any different than what he to do to gank the demons with his mind or figure out his visions from before." Dean pointed out. It sounded about the same too.
"It is actually. If he can do what he did before and focus his mind the way he did for those things, his visions should get right in line and work perfectly. Unfortunately, I don't know if he forgot those things when he lost the demon blood and the powers he had before. If he did, this may be the only way to bring them online and harness them." Cas explained, this was new territory for him, too.
Sam spoke up and sat looking at Cas in disbelief. Cas looked at him sheepishly. He hadn't thought that Sam was listening to his whispers. "You mean if I can do what I did when I used my powers before, this would all be fixed? Is that all I have to do, really?" It sounded so simple when he put it that way. He still remembered how it had felt to use them and the clarity his mind had felt when he did. He just had to find that again and his powers would be the way they needed to be.
"Basically, yes. That's all you have to do. Let your mind use them like you did the other ones and you should be fine." Cas said, hoping Sam was able to do this soon. He didn't want him having nightmares anymore.
"I will have visions anyway, though, at some point, right? They won't just stop?" Sam asked, knowing that was too much to ask, even Chuck had to drink to tolerate his. Wait, did that make Cas an Archangel protector now?
"I am not your protector, although I will do that anyway. I do have more Angelic power now. I never asked what he was doing when he was instructing me on how I was to assist you in your destined duties. I suppose you may be right. I never thought to ask. I was just happy I got to be there for you guys as you go through all this." Cas shrugged. He had faith in his father and his father said he would do fine. That was all he needed to know.
"If that's all it takes then watch this, Cas." Sam exclaimed and sat back down, immediately focusing on the image of his lovers looking at him, love and belief that he could do anything clear in their eyes and his mind. His eyes began to glow and his skin shimmered slightly as his power began to course through him and pour against him, into his mind, and out of it as well in an endless cycle. This power didn't feel dirty like the other had. So he found it easier to work with and he found he wanted to use it. It made him feel good and not Evil; his other power had. He immediately felt the power settle into his mind, and lodge there, gently making a place for itself and releasing him from the torment he had not known he had been in until that moment.
They stared in amazement as Sam lightly glowed and his eyes shined with the power. They both had the same thought, he looked ephemeral, almost holy, angelic and full of grace. He was beautiful in an indescribable way, so much you had to look away for fear it would burn you up under its power. In short, he was the most heavenly creature in the room at that moment.
He eventually stopped meditating and his eyes went back to hazel but his skin still shimmered slightly from the power he had just embraced and harnessed in all of five minutes. The others came over and began to lightly touch him, marveling at his skin. It was so beautiful and they had no words for the way it made the man look to them. They kissed his shoulders and his cheeks, happy for him and happy to just be together. They wanted to make love to the man while he shimmered; they just did.
They leaned in to kiss him softly then harder, pressing him higher up on the bed until his whole frame lay on it, their arms and lips guiding him. His new power buzzed along his skin and in his head, but in pleasant way. A way that made him feel like wrapping it around himself like a warm blanket on a winter's night. He knew he had to embrace this or lose all progress he had made so far. So he let the power do just that, enfold him and wrap around him. Their touches and kisses making the power purr against his skin more and more as they did them.
The need and desire flowed along their skins and out their mouths as they made love to the man beneath them. They discovered that, if , he seemed to glow more with every touch. His body arching up to meet them, his hands pulling against them, needing more, not getting enough, not able to give enough to meet the rising desire they were building in him, in each other. Sam was hard and felt himself press against colder flesh, Cas's he knew. His hands clutched at Cas and pulled him against him, letting himself rub against the Angel; his need calling out their names, Cas's name. His moans were for them to never stop, it felt so good and he couldn't stop himself from grasping the other man's hardness and stroking it firmly, slowly at first but faster as their pleasure caused his thoughts to spiral; spiral down to into one thought. The thought was no sooner known than acted on. Cas pulled the man face down onto the blankets and prepped him. Cas let himself work into Sam and thrust in as far as he could, then withdraw slightly then do it again, slow then fast until they both were clutching at blankets and each other, moaning the other's name, wanting more and needing more, and getting it from each touch; each kiss, and each thrust. They exploded together, their bodies feeling like they were melting into each other as they did. They felt like they were becoming one body with the love and pleasure that poured out of them, around them, and, last of all, through them.
They lay on the bed panting from the encounter, the glow slightly less but still there. Sam rolled over to Dean and began to kiss him; Dean grabbed him hungrily, almost out of control. Dean had watched them and it had driven his need to a fever pitch. Sam saw this and began to touch him; the evidence of his need grinding into Sam's hand, wanting more. Sam kissed and nipped down Dean's body and let his mouth replace his hand and Dean's body nearly flew off the bed and his hand clutched Sam's hair guiding him up and down him, Sam's tongue encircling as he moved. Dean gave a loud moan that was Sam's name and began to thrust rapidly into his mouth, his head flying back and his eyes closing as he felt himself reach his own release, pressing Sam's mouth deeply upon him. Sam willingly doing so; savoring the pleasure his lover was feeling.
Later they lay together just holding each other and enjoying the afterglow of what they had just done, feeling the hazy happiness wash over them once again and binding them even tighter to each other. Sam wasn't shimmering anymore. His skin was normal now, glistening with sweat and kisses. The power had returned to its place in his mind and he felt at peace. He felt like the dreams wouldn't come that night to scare him. Cas leaned into the tall man and kissed his lips gently, murmuring his love and how proud he was of him that he had mastered his power so quickly. Cas promised to always be there and to always love him; that he needed him, always would. Dean and Sam proclaimed the same things, meaning them, making them part of the bond that held their hearts and minds together; a triumvirate of Love, of Forever, and, most of all, of a shared destiny they would face together.
The boys drifted off to sleep and he untangled himself from them, admiring the innocence and happiness on their faces, their arms holding each other but always willing to welcome him in with love and gentle looks. Cas had gotten no summons to return so he began to research their case as they slept, delving into the Heavenly knowledge he knew as well, to help find the answers. He picked up a pen and wrote down what he found out as he went, and saw that this case was going to be a difficult one. So he pulled out his phone and called Bobby, talking quietly so as not to wake them.
"Hello." Bobby said as he answered the phone.
"It's Cas." Cas said flatly, still not used to interacting with people over the phone. "Can I pop over?"
"Pardon?" Bobby asked, confused. Cas pop over?
"I need to speak with you. I did not want to just come over; the boys say I can't keep doing that. So I am asking permission to come to your study; pop over, as they call it." Cas explained. He hated talking on the phone.
"Okay, "Bobby understood now and found it slightly amusing, the boys were training him. Well, kinda. "Come on over then." Bobby jumped a mile to suddenly find himself pressed nose to nose with the Angel, who seemed to still have a problem with personal space but no problem asking if he could 'pop' over. Ironic really. "Damn, Cas! Personal space. Personal space, remember!" Bobby jumped back from the angel who continued to stare at him with the most urgent look he had ever seen on a person's face.
"Sorry, the others have told me about this but I still have trouble with it." Cas continued, "I need information on Merpeople; they are real not myths. So please don't say it. I know this for a fact. My time grows short and I expect to be called back to Heaven soon." Cas seemed to vibrate in place without actually moving; so Bobby figured he wasn't lying about the 'leaving soon' thing.
Bobby pulled out a couple of books and flipped through them. He had seen something in them about Merpeople the other day; he was sure of it. "Well, it says here that they were actually Evil creatures more closely related to monsters of old rather than people. They used to drown people and steal their life force as they died; they ate the souls supposedly. It mentions Holy blades and that they are the only weapons that can kill them. Probably talking about your Archangel blade that you have now." Bobby pointed out.
"I don't have an Archangel's blade; I merely have an Angel's sword." Cas corrected him. He was seeing wrong.
"No, it is bigger now; it looks exactly like that Archangel Gabriel's blade did when he protected me from the harpy a few months ago. It's almost identical, the markings on the handle were different though. See for yourself. I may be old but I ain't blind." Bobby muttered indignantly, the idjit didn't even know his own Archangel's blade, weird.
Cas did just that and pulled out his Angel's sword. Only it wasn't one anymore. It was longer and wider, the handle lengthened and wrapped in silver wrappings. It glowed with power it never had before and the writing on it bore his name and rank as an Archangel in Enochian symbols. The blade and handle bore the sigil of God himself; just as all Archangel blades did. He was stunned! He had not pulled out his blade since the truce had been called; so it must have happened during that time. He unfurled his wings and checked, keeping them invisible from Bobby. They were indeed much larger and heavier than they had been and they now were a brighter white and the edge of each feather now was shimmery silver, glinting under the lamplight. He had not realized this and did not dare consider what it could mean for the future of his Charges.
Bobby saw the dawning realization of the sword and possibly his wings; apparently Cas was touching and looking at something on his back that Bobby couldn't see. So he assumed they were his wings.
"I'm different…somehow I'm different than I was before…but when…how?" Cas wondered, confused now. He managed to compose himself and thank Bobby for the information, saying he would pass it on to the boys. He felt the boys waking and went to leave.
"Are you okay, boy? You look confused or something." Indeed, the usually calm angel looked panicked and more confused the longer he stood there.
"No, I mean yes, I mean I'm not sure…" Cas sputtered out and then fixed his mouth into a line, taking control of his stuttering tongue, "I have to go." He announced tersely, clearly uncomfortable now, and vanished from sight.
Bobby chuckled now. Boy, that Angel was in a pickle. He looked more confused than Dean had been when he had been twelve and a crab pinched him on the toe. Poor kid thought it was going to eat his toe or something. He had shot the poor thing twice in the head with John's own gun before they could get him to understand that it would do no such thing. Bobby chuckled again at the memory; he loved those boys, he really did! They just had one strange relationship but as long as they were happy, and not hurting anyone, he didn't mind it at all. They were happy.
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Cas popped back into the room in time to see the boys wiping sleep from their eyes, trying to focus, and looking for him. He smiled at them but the confusion was overwhelming him. He had to speak to his father and find out what had happened; this change didn't just happen that suddenly! It never had before.
The boys saw the confusion on his face and immediately reached for him. He let them pull him next to them, and when they asked what was wrong, he answered, "I don't know." And meant it. He reluctantly pulled away from them and stood up, needing to find out what was going on.
"I'm sorry. I have to speak to my father immediately. I promise to return as soon as possible." Cas pointed to the pad of paper he had laid beside them on the bed, "I have done your research for your case, and your daggers should work to kill them. I have been informed by Bobby myself."
"I will return to help you with your hunt later. You still have to talk to the people, and I am not good at deception, so I will be no help there. I will help with the rest if you need me." Cas looked desperately to Heaven, asking his father to talk; he had questions. His father sent him a message back to come see him then; that he was waiting. "I have to go." Cas kissed them both quickly and firmly, telling them he loved them. He then just vanished from sight in the blink of an eye.
Dean was the first to speak, realizing what he had done while they had been asleep. "Did he say he did our research and talked to Bobby? Maybe I dreamt that part…" He had never seen Cas do research before and, man, he must have freaked out Bobby.
"No, I heard it too. What the hell?" Sam said as he felt the paper beneath his hand. He picked it up and read the notes that Cas had taken; impressed at how thorough the man had been. Dean took the pad and read them too, equally impressed. Their lover was one smart man, and so handsome, too. They admitted this willingly. The man was absolutely gorgeous, if they had to be totally honest, and hot, don't forget, hot!
Sam smiled down Dean's tanned body as the sheet slid into his lap and took Dean's hand, pulling him in against him and kissing him hard, Dean's hand pulling himself even closer to Sam. They twisted and maneuvered their grinding bodies to the bathroom, and fell against the shower wall, not even stopping what they were doing as they turned the water on and pulled up the shower button. The water fell on them and their bodies glistened with it, allowing them to slide their bodies against each other slickly. They went on this way and continued their explorations for another half hour or so before emerging to grab their shampoo and conditioner, as well as Sam's Axe body wash. They had forgotten to grab them before.
They eventually made it out in another hour to get dressed to go interview their witnesses, looking extremely satisfied and entirely too pleased with themselves.
All in all, it had been a terrific start to their morning, thinking the whole time that waking up that way was so much better than waking up to Folger's; as the current television commercial was singing. They smiled at each other and had to agree; it was so much better than Folger's ever could have been.
Maybe a Winchester in your cup would be a better choice for the mornings. They chuckled at the thought of waking up to a large cup with the other man at the bottom of it or a smaller cup with a large version of one of them in it? They ended up laughing hysterically for a bit at the image and eventually wiped the tears of laughter from their eyes so they could go out to the car and not scare the neighbors too much. However the images persisted and they had to bite back the chuckles and smile widely as a result. Bobby would have been proud.
Dean took the time to call Bobby from the car while Sam drove to the first person's house, and made sure to ask what happened with Cas. He ended up with the most surprised expression on his face and, when Sam asked, he told him what Bobby had said, causing Sam to have a similar expression. But mixed with pity. No wonder Cas had seemed so confused; they would have been, too!
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Cas appeared in their room later that evening and sat down on the bed in stunned silence. He looked from Sam to himself over and over again, shaking his head, then repeated the process over again until they had to physically make him stop and look at them which is when his eyes went wide and he smiled widely at Sam, like he was flipping out a little by just by doing so.
"What is it, Cas, what happened? "They couldn't understand what was going on but it did seem like it was going to be a doozy once he got it out.
They weren't wrong.
"You're a prophet of God now, Sam. And I'm your Archangel Protector!" Cas began to laugh softly to himself like it had to be a large cosmic joke and he was the butt of it, as well as Sam. "We are so screwed! Oh, yes, we are!" Cas laughed insanely for a moment; this could not be happening to him! Echoing through his brain but yet when he opened his eyes; yep, it really was! This made him laugh harder and repeat with great emphasis, "We are so very very screwed!"
Sam and Dean sat down on each side of him with a soft thud and their faces were horrified.
Cas was right. They were so screwed! Now they all felt a little insane as well. Cas finally went very still and very quiet. They stared out in front of them, hands clasped in confusion, and realized just how screwed they really were.
The only sound in those still shocked moments was the deafening silence that filled it. No other sound was heard.
Sam was a prophet and an Earthly warrior for God. Castiel was an Archangel and meant to protect him.
And Dean? He was just the guy who prayed fervently that this new development didn't come back to bite them in the ass later.
Yep, they were definitely screwed.
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I am so sorry this ran long but it just kept going and going and I had to keep writing it. Cas took advantage of my writing illness and made himself an Archangel, Sam did too and made himself a Prophet of the Lord. Dean is still an Earthly Warrior of God, so that's still the same.
I can't help but hope they're wrong. They aren't screwed now, are they?
Please review if you liked it and if I offended you I am sorry. It came out good to me though.
Besides, when have things like this ever come back and bit the Winchesters in the butt, honestly? Wait, don't answer that, I already know.
Poor guys, I feel so sorry for them, lol.
Anyway that don't sound like a half bad way of waking up, a Winchester in your cup, is that the large with the small guy, or the small one with the large guy? Doesn't matter, it sounds so much better than Folgers, trust me.
I really tried to make this more than smut and not let it be Wincest porn with plot. Wait, porn and Winchesters, hmmm ahhh, oh yeah!
Wait, I'm pulling a Dean again, confusing porn with reality? Anyway, it does seem fun doesn't it, and so tempting too…*leers but so not in a totally creepy way* Hey, guys, where're ya going? Get back here!
They got away again, darn it.
Please review if you liked and don't flame if you didn't. I mean this in all good fun, honest. No offense meant.
The hunt for the murderous Merpeople is coming up and I get the feeling it will be a weird one.
Stay tuned.