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I hope you enjoy. Some awesome Luci moment in it.

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Chapter 34: Dust in the Wind; Part 10:

Before Crowley's hand could touch the mark, Castiel grabbed onto Dean's shoulder, just over where his handprint was just a faded scar. He closed his eyes tightly before feeling the ripping sensation inside his gut where his grace coiled and pierced. He could feel everything whipping around him painfully as he was sent back up to Heaven. He held Dean tightly, glad when he realized the soul was following.

He gasped when he fell onto the hard tiles in one of the Throne Rooms. He quickly jumped up to his feet and closed his arms and wings tighter around Dean, whose pupils were unfocused and dizzy.

"I'm going to kill that demon scum," Michael growled angrily as he climbed up to his feet beside Gabriel. He stopped when he realized they were in a Throne Room where God was sitting on the floor, playing a game of Solitaire. He was staring at them in confusion but a smile curled onto His face.

Michael felt his wings stiffen when he realized he just acted like that in front of their Father. He quickly straightened up "Father, I apologize," he said.

God smiled widely, beaming white teeth "Don't apologize, my son. I would be surprised if you did not react to demons that way."

Michael nodded and turned to make sure Dean was with them. He noticed the light of the soul within Castiel's wings. He then glanced to Gabriel to see that his usually bright, golden wings seemed tinted with gray. He then turned to see his own wings covered in a layer of gray a well. He bit down on his lower lip slightly in disappointment. His wings were his best feature and now they were tainted.

"That will go away shortly," God said as He flipped a card on the floor "Just go to the Healing Room. You did well today," He added, giving each of them a nod.

Michael nodded slowly "Thank you Father."

"Castiel, let me cleanse his soul," God said as he stood up.

Castiel turned wide, blue eyes to him for a moment but nodded and gently removed his wings from Dean, who shivered in response to the loss of comfort.

Dean froze when he recognized the face of the man who called himself John the day in the alley. He felt a lump in his throat when he could literally feel the power pulsing from the being. He knew it was God and his mind ran blank in what he should say…what would you say to the Almighty One?

"I am going to cleanse your soul now," He said, his voice low and kind "It will not be comfortable."

Dean nodded slowly, his mind reeling back to all the times he had said God's name in vain. He felt awkward now as He reached His hand out to Dean.

Dean took a long, deep breath when he felt the hand lift the sleeve of his shirt up. He turned in wonder and noticed the mark of Castiel's handprint was freshly engraved onto his skin…even more noticeable than the last time. The corners of his lips turned slightly in a smile at that idea.

"You have him good, Castiel," John – God – said.

Castiel's cheeks flushed slightly and he stared down.

"This mark will help the cleansing move faster," He said to Dean.

Dean nodded and his muscles tightened slightly when he felt the hand clasp over the mark. He gasped when he felt the warm skin soon radiate into ice as it seemed to spread through his veins like cold water. He was about to pull away from the feeling but found himself unable to move as waves of ice shot through him. He felt it building inside of his body, touching to each part of him as though his blood was being filled with it. He ground his teeth when he felt the strange sensation overwhelming him in places he hadn't known he had. His breath hitched when a sort of burst exploded inside of him like a bubble of warmth. He felt the hand release and in an instant, it was all over and he felt refreshed and as good as new.

God smiled, His eyes twinkling as He turned to Michael and Gabriel "You did well with the powder but that had only cured the infection of the body."

"Thank you," Dean mumbled, his voice seeming low in the presence of such power. He thought Michael was powerful but now it seemed like nothing.

"May I please bring him back?" Castiel asked, just wanting Dean to be okay again.

"Yes," He said "and with the gift I have given you, would you please help Lucifer with his wing?"

Dean felt his stomach drop. He didn't know what happened to Lucifer but the idea of rubbing his wings made his stomach turn. He gulped and nodded, though "Of course," he said, not wanting to but deciding it would be the most decent thing to do. Lucifer was trying to help them…and he was just asked by God, himself.

Castiel felt his heart skip a beat at that request. He really didn't like the idea of Dean touching Lucifer's wings but he knew better than to speak up about it. Instead, he pressed on a tight smile and walked over to Dean. He gave his Father a nod before clasping his hand onto the print on the hunter's shoulder.

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Sam took a deep, steadying breath as Lucifer laughed loudly on the couch. Bobby had already left the house, saying he was going to blast a shotgun round in Lucifer's face if he was in the house for one more second. So Sam was left alone with the most annoying angel he had ever met. He used to think Gabriel was annoying but Lucifer changed that whole theory.

His stomach was turning worriedly. It had been almost thirty minutes and they still hadn't come back with Dean. How hard was it for three archangels to pull a soul from Crowley?

"I can't believe they portray me as an old man who likes to rub boobs that are attached to another man's head," Lucifer said as he watched Little Nicky "and they have it all wrong with the pineapple and Hitler…"

"Will you just shut up?" Sam groaned as he tried to concentrate on his laptop. He was more irritable than usual knowing Dean's dead body lay in the other room.

Lucifer arched an eyebrow and he quickly stood up and walked across the room as silently as a snake. He was now standing just behind Sam, who didn't even notice. He grinned as he pushed his hand into the long, soft hair.

Sam jumped and cursed when he felt the ice cold hand touch his hair "Seriously, don't touch me!" he growled, trying to stand up but another chilly hand was placed on his shoulder to hold him down.

Lucifer grinned "But I love your hair…wish it was still mine," he said "No chance you'll ever give me a 'yes' again?"

Sam ground his teeth as he reached into his pocket to pull out his knife. It wouldn't do much harm but it would at least get the stupid archangel away from him.

Lucifer quickly let go of Sam and jumped over to the couch just as he felt the arrival of the other archangels. He cleared his throat and pretended to be absorbed into the TV as Gabriel and Michael walked into the room from the other room when Dean was.

Gabriel immediately walked over to Sam, who looked ready to blow up as he glanced wildly around the room. He instantly crawled into Sam's lap, facing him.

Sam sighed in relief when he noticed Gabriel walk over. He has never been so happy to see his angel so much in his entire life. He quickly wrapped his arms around Gabriel, just glad to see he was okay.

Gabriel lifted his eyebrows in surprise when he felt the hunter's arms close around him tightly. He wasn't complaining. He smirked as he held him back, nuzzling his face into the crook of Sam's neck and biting gently.

Sam was absorbed in thought for a moment as Gabriel nibbled on his neck. He slowly pushed Gabriel back a bit, though "Where's Dean?" he asked.

"Oh, he should be up any second now," Gabriel said, reclosing the distance and pressing his mouth to Sam's.

Sam relaxed into the embrace and the knowledge that his brother was going to be okay. He felt more relaxed than he had in a while.

Michael's nose wrinkled slightly in disgust at the public display of affection on the chair beside the desk. He turned back to Lucifer, who was staring at him.

"What?" Michael asked, feeling slightly awkward under the intense gaze.

"Your wings," Lucifer said "Their darker than usual."

Michael nodded "I know," he said, turning to them and frowning slightly as he brushed his fingers over a few feathers, hoping he could just wipe off the gray.

Lucifer turned to his own broken wing that lay in his lap, still seeping out a small river of crimson. It still hurt really bad…he had never known anything could be so agonizing.

"Dean is going to be healing your wing," Michael said, wondering if Lucifer would even allow it.

Lucifer knit his eyebrows "What?" he asked "How?"

Michael shrugged "I honestly have no idea how he does it but he just can…"

Lucifer stared at him in disbelief "Dean wouldn't help me if it was a life or death situation," he said.

"Father asked him personally to do it," Michael said as he sat beside his brother. He felt strange…something about seeing Lucifer in that much pain set him on edge. He really hoped Dean would hurry up and wake.

Lucifer grinned and rubbed his hands together "Where is this boy with the magical touch?" he asked with a large smile on his face.

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Castiel took a deep breath and covered Dean's body with his wings as he waited for his hunter to wake up. He closed his eyes as he curled up beside him on the bed.

Dean took a deep breath and his eyelids fluttered open as he regained consciousness in his body. His muscles ached painfully but other than that, he felt the warm and firm body curled up against him. He smiled and his heart fluttered as he wrapped an arm around his angel.

Castiel lifted his head up the instantly he felt Dean move. He stared deeply into those bright, emerald eyes and searched for any signs that he was still hurt but all worry left him when he saw the smile on the Dean's lips. He sighed in relief "Thank Father," he whispered as he closed his wings tighter around Dean.

"Cas, I'm perfectly fine," Dean said, remembering everything perfectly…except for the fight that supposedly happened "Though I'm not too pleased at having to touch Lucifer's wings," he muttered.

Castiel pressed his lips together "I would ask you to at least try," he said, not wanting Dean to disobey. Though Dean was a human with free will, he still hoped he would help.

"Cas…God asked me personally to do something. I'm going to help. He brought you back to me multiple times…I owe him," Dean said "Even if I want to fry Lucifer's wings."

Castiel smiled "Thank you," he said, even though he really didn't want Dean touching anyone else.

"What happened anyways?" Dean asked "Crowley said there was some kind of fight…"

Castiel repositioned himself to perch on his elbows as he stared down into those warm, green eyes "It was right after you got the injection," he said "Crowley sent them all and while we were distracted, he took your soul."

Dean lifted his eyebrows "Dick," he muttered.

Castiel nodded "We won, obviously…Lucifer was trying to protect Bobby and Sam while Gabriel helped me," he said, knowing that fact would send confusion into Dean's eyes.

"What?" Dean asked, unable to believe that.

Castiel nodded "It is strange," he said "But a bunch of white-eyes took down Lucifer and almost tore off his entire wing," he explained "Michael got upset and…well, his wrath killed every single demon and hellhound around."

Dean lifted his eyebrows again "Wow," he said "How bad is Lucifer's wing right now?"

Castiel stared down for a moment "I'm not sure…I haven't checked yet. I'm assuming it's still very bad."

Dean nodded, suddenly not feeling entirely as irritated to help Lucifer…from what Castiel said, he tried to protect Bobby and Sam…that was something he didn't really want to believe but Cas wouldn't lie about something like that.

"We should go out there," Castiel said slowly.

Dean groaned "No," and he gently snaked his arms around Castiel and pulled him close again. He lifted on hand to brush over the warm, dark feathers.

Castiel smiled and let out a soft sigh at the feeling of those hands running through his feathers. He closed his eyes and laid his head down on Dean's chest. He was so happy to have Dean back…just the way he loved him.

"Dean?" Sam's voice suddenly broke through.

Dean opened his eyes and Castiel slowly climbed off of the bed. Dean sat up, wincing when his back throbbed. He turned to see Sam at the doorway, his eyes filled with relief.

Sam felt his entire body relax when Dean's eyes met his. Before Dean could finish standing up from the bed, Sam pulled him into his arms.

Dean stiffened for a moment "Woah Sammy," he said, caught off guard as he stumbled back a bit from the force of his large brother leaning on him. He let out a breath and hugged him back, ending with a pat on the back.

"Thank God you're okay," Sam whispered.

"You have no idea," Dean said with a slight smirk. He slowly let go of his brother "Enough chick flick."

He gave Sam a smile and then began to walk towards the door. He paused just outside of it to see Gabriel sitting on the desk in the corner of the room, his legs swinging back in forth as though bored. His wings were slightly darker than Dean remembered and he felt a tiny little pang of guilt that he was the reason for it. He then noticed Michael sitting on the couch staring down at the floor, his usually vibrant wings somewhat dull at the moment…he felt that guilt again. Lucifer was lounged on the couch, on the end, staring at Michael in a way that Dean would look at Sam; he sometimes forgot that two archangels were brothers. He then noticed one of Lucifer's deep black wings lying over the side of the couch; the other wing was curled in his lap and Dean winced inwardly when he noticed the bone partially sticking out where the arch was and the feathers seemed to be wet, causing a slight glint to shine from the sun outside.

Lucifer turned his eyes to Dean and a smirk formed on his face. Instantly, Dean forgot all about feeling bad for the archangel and irritation took over as Lucifer spoke "I've been waiting for you."

Dean ground his teeth in annoyance as he continued to walk into the living room. He glanced around "Where's Bobby?" he asked.

"He left because Lucifer is annoying," Sam said, walking over to the desk and taking a seat on the chair in front of Gabriel. Dean watched as those dark golden wings curled around Sam, who shuddered at the feeling he couldn't see.

"If I do this, you're not allowed to say one word, got it?" Dean asked, taking a step closer to Lucifer.

"I don't think that is possible, Deano," Gabriel said, his feathers brushing over Sam's face. Sam kept rubbing at his face, trying to push them away but a smile was curled on his lips "Our wings are more sensitive than anything you could ever imagine."

Dean rolled his eyes to look at Lucifer, whose good wing was twitching as thought anticipating the touch. Dean then turned his eyes to Michael, who was staring at him intensely. Dean, once again, felt very uncomfortable under that gaze. He cleared his throat and stared down for a moment and when he lifted his eyes once more, that gaze was still on him.

"Michael stop…your freaking him out," Gabriel said with a smirk "Do you not realize how creepy it is when you stare?"

Michael stared for another moment before turning his eyes back down to the floor.

Dean realized his cheeks were flushed in embarrassment. He took a deep breath and gasped when Lucifer was suddenly standing just a few inches from him, so close that Dean could make out each hair on the light scruff that covered his jaw. He backed up "Have any of you ever heard of personal space?" he asked.

Lucifer just smiled widely and grabbed Dean's arm. Dean fought against the steel grip as Lucifer pushed his hand to the broken wing.

There was a low growl sounding behind them and Lucifer let go to see Castiel looking ready to strike.

"Turn around. I don't want to look at you when I do this," Dean said, motioning to Lucifer to spin.

"But I want to stare into your eyes while you touch me," Lucifer said in a mock female voice.

"Lucifer, he doesn't have to help you. It was merely a favor he was asked to do. Keep it up and you won't have flight ability for days," Michael said, staring at Lucifer with that intense gaze. Lucifer was unfazed by it and he simply just smiled then sighed "Fine," he turned and Dean got a better look at the wing.

He felt a slight chill rush through his body at the sight. It looked extremely painful. Not only was that small part of bone protruding out; there were more parts of bone jutting out closer to his back. Blood completely drenched his shirt all the way down to his jeans. Dean suspected there was more blood lower but he didn't bother looking.

He jumped slightly when the shirt completely vanished off of Lucifer with a snap of fingers. Dean winced when he saw how the wing was just barely clinging onto his body. The skin around the shoulder blades was also torn a few inches all around, fresh blood still leaking out like a crimson river.

He could hear the other angels make noises of pain when they saw it. Now he felt bad again…that had to be agonizing. He took a deep breath and gently moved one hand to an undamaged part of the wing, knowing he should at least let him get a taste of the feeling before touching the injured parts. From what he could tell, his touch was like a shock at first and he didn't want to risk Lucifer jumping forward and getting the rest of his wing ripped off. He felt a new sensation pass through him as he touched Lucifer's wing…it was strange and he couldn't tell if it was hot or cold…it was somewhat like both.

"Woah," Lucifer said, his wing twitching, causing him to hiss out in pain.

Dean instantly held onto one side of the top of the wing to keep it in place while he pressed his hand over where part of the bone stuck out. Lucifer hissed out in pain and was about to lash out from the sudden feeling that hit him. Before he could strategize a way to move, the pain turned into warmth and soothing waves pooled into his wing. He let out a long, heavy breath at the release of pressure.

Dean slowly began to trail his hand up the entire arch, ignoring the warm, wet sticky blood that coated his palm in the process. Touching Lucifer's wings was so different than the other angels…the more he worked on them, the different sensations he got. He could feel the immense energy vibrating inside of the wing, sending tingles and warmth mixed with cold.

He gasped and jumped back when he felt an almost burning heat on his hand. He stared at the wing for a moment and noticed the line where the bone snapped back into place start to glow somewhat and after a moment, he had to quickly shield his eyes with his forearm as that small slit of light beamed brighter and brighter until it started to burn his eyes.

Lucifer let out an embarrassingly loud and pleased moan when he felt the bones all form into place and the wing slide back into place at his shoulder blades. He could feel the wave of energy release from him.

Michael stared in awe when he noticed the bright, glorious white light shine from the healing wound on Lucifer's wing. It was just as he remembered…one of the things he adored most about Lucifer before his fall…his light that was unlike any of the other angels; though it was just from a small mark, the entire room lit up like the sun was stuck in it and Michael even had to squint from the power of the light.

After a moment, the light faded and he blinked a few times to see a blissful look on Lucifer's face.

"Seriously Luci?" Gabriel groaned as his own eyes adjusted after the powerful light "Again? You really have to stop doing that. I'm gonna' go blind," he lifted his hand from Sam's eyes. He luckily covered them in time. If he hadn't then the light would have burned Sam's eyes out of his skull.

Lucifer let his body relax and spread out the injured wing just to feel that it was entirely healed and felt better than it had in a very long time. He hadn't felt so amazing since being thrown in the cage; that was the first time any of his true light shone since then. It was as though a pressure that had been inside of him released.

Castiel blinked a few times, his eyes watering from the light he had not expected. He quickly turned to Dean to make sure he was okay.

Dean snapped his eyes open, feeling a slight sting "What the hell was that?" he asked, rubbing at his eyes.

"That was Lucifer's light," Gabriel said "One of the brightest ever."

"Why did it just shine through?" Dean asked, backing away from the archangel in worry he might explode with light again. There was just a faint line of white in the black from where the wing had been broken.

Lucifer snapped a shirt back onto himself and turned his eyes to see Michael just staring, his soft blue eyes gleaming. He remembered how Michael used to tell him how his light was the brightest of all angels. He always knew his brother admired the light and he could see the admiration in those eyes again. He gave Michael a tight smile before turning to Dean, who Castiel was curling his wings around.

"Your amazing with your hands…I haven't released like that in so long," Lucifer drawled, trying to make it sound as dirty as possible.

"Wow," Dean said, shaking his head "I have to give you credit on that one though."

Gabriel laughed in the background but Castiel and Michael remained silent. Sam had a grin on his face at that comment.

"So…are you feeling fairy at all, Dean?" Michael asked, prying his eyes off of the now faint white light shining through Lucifer's wing.

Dean shook his head "Not a trace. I feel normal…better than normal."

"What do we do about that disgusting demon?" Lucifer asked, grinding his teeth.

"Kill him," Castiel said "I want to do the honor though."

"I think the Tinkerfangs have it covered," Dean said with a laugh.

"Tinkerfangs?" Sam asked, knitting his eyebrows.

Dean grinned "Yeah," he said "That's what I named them," he turned to see Sam giving a bitchface.

Dean sighed and rolled his eyes "Just as we were being banished from that place, I demanded to one of the Tinkerfangs that they all attack Crowley and never stop, no matter what happens…those little things can be pretty brutal."

"I like it," Lucifer said, closing his hands together "Problem solved…lets go back," he vanished from the room.

Michael stood up and walked over to Dean, staring at him again.

"Dude," Dean said, backing up into Castiel.

"Thank you for helping Lucifer," Michael said with a nod before vanishing.

Dean arched and eyebrows and turned to Castiel, who was staring at him with a smile "Your family is weird," Dean said.

Castiel smiled wider and pulled Dean into a deep, slow kiss. He pulled away abruptly and sighed "I have to go," he said, staring up. Dean wasn't able to saw a word before he felt the breeze wash over him from the angels leaving. He turned to see Gabriel missing as well. Sam was sitting alone at the desk.

The door then shot open and Bobby walked inside, his eyes covered in a coat of gloss from a busy night drinking. He turned to the couch immediately to look for Lucifer. He froze when he noticed the entire corner of the couch was drenched in blood. He sighed deeply "Balls."

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Wow…have no idea why I ended it like that. Hehe…Guess it's in memory of Bobby. :D…he will always be part of my story…

So…that's it for Dust in the Wind tho we can count on seeing the Tinkerfangs again sometime in future chapters. ;P

Also, I am going to be doing Oneshots until my muse comes up with another set of chapters like these. So…I am taking requests… ^-^…Please please leave feedback as well. :D