Chapter 19: Wild Hearts Can't be Broken.

Jean stops kissing down Nick's chest and looks up at his face. "Christo," she says and waits to see if he flinches at the name of God.

Lucifer raises an eyebrow, "Can we leave my father out of our intimate moments, kitten?"

Suddenly, six huge hot pink and sparkly wings appear behind him and Jean gasps at how absolutely beautiful they are. "Lucifer?" She asks, her voice barely more than a whisper.

"The one and only. Well, at least in this universe."

Jean's shock is quickly replaced by anger, "How long have you been inside of Nick?"

"About 10 minutes before you arrived."

"What!" She shouts before pushing away from him and getting off of the bed. "Get out of him! Right now!" She angrily demands.

Lucifer stands up from the bed, "You're upset."

"Damn right, I'm upset! And I have every right to be! You're wearing my boyfriend as an angel condom, you fucking bastard!" She punches him in the jaw and, luckily for her, Lucifer turns his head with the blow or else her hand would be broken. She hisses in pain and clutches her right hand with her left. "Son of a bitch! What did you do? Replace Nick's bones with cement?"

Lucifer turns his head back towards Jean and when he opens his eyes the irises are now a blazing red. "Don't ever do that again," he commands, exerting a strange sense of overwhelming power. Jean swallows in fear and nods her head, unable to speak. Lucifer's face softens and his eyes return to a beautiful bright blue. "Don't be afraid, my dear." He takes her injured hand in his and places a kiss to the back of her hand, healing it. "You don't ever have to be afraid of me, Jean."

A shiver of pleasure goes through her body when Lucifer says her name, but she shrugs it off and pulls her hand out of his grasp. She turns her back to him and starts to gather some of her belongings, shoving them into duffel bags. She walks over to the closet, opens the door, and begins to take clothes off of their hangers, tossing them onto the bed. Lucifer watches Jean curiously and when she moves away from the closet, he walks over to it. He reaches into the closet and grabs one of Nick's t-shirts. Jean is shoving the clothes she took out of the closet into a duffel bag when she suddenly stops and asks, "Is this my fault?"

Lucifer frowns as he examines the shirt, "Is what your fault?"

She turns around to face him, "If I had stayed away from Nick, would you have been able to use him as a vessel?"

Lucifer looks up at Jean and when he sees the tears running down her face, he wraps one of his wings around her in an attempt to comfort her. "Yes. Even if you had never met Nick, this still would have happened." He walks closer to her, puts down the shirt, cups her face in his hands, and wipes away her tears with his thumbs. "I would have still appeared to Nick and he would have still given his consent." He brushes his feathers against her exposed skin, "As a matter of fact, I believe that you were drawn to Nick in the first place because he was a suitable temporary vessel for me."

Jean asks him, "Did you trick him into saying yes?"

Lucifer thinks hard about how to answer her question without actually lying. While he did torture Nick, it was mainly because he was jealous of Nick's close relationship with Jean. "I gave him a choice; he could start a new family with you or he could say yes to me and get revenge on God for what he let happen to his wife and child. He willingly chose the latter. Nick would have never loved you the way he loved Sarah."

Jean reaches up, removes Lucifer's hands from her face and moves away from him. She grabs a pair of pants from the bed before telling him, "Yeah, I know. I mean, the man still wore his wedding ring even after we lived together for nearly a year. So, I saw something eventually happening where I would have to leave." She pulls on the pair of pants, buttoning them, then zipping up the zipper. "Granted, I didn't see it being this...something more along the lines of Nick kicking me out."

Lucifer looks at the gold ring on the left hand of his vessel then slips it off, "It's funny how something so small can inspire so much jealousy in you hairless apes." He sits the ring down on Nick's nightstand.

Jean smirks at Lucifer, "You wouldn't be calling me a hairless ape if you saw me in the wintertime when I stop shaving. Then you'll be calling me sasquatch."

Lucifer chuckles slightly before looking at her curiously and asking, "If you knew that Nick would never truly love you, why did you stay with him?"

Jean strips off the red and black babydoll lingerie, fully exposing her supple breasts to Lucifer, then tosses it to the floor. Lucifer's wings flare upwards into a very impressive mating display; his wings filling the room and the feathers ruffling in arousal. After thinking for a moment, Jean finally admits to the fallen archangel, "Because sometimes love makes us blind to the truth." She slips on a green T-shirt then sits down on the edge of the bed to put on her socks and shoes. As Lucifer watches her in silence, he can sense her anger fading away only to be replaced by depression. Suddenly, something that Lucifer said earlier catches up with her and she looks at him. "What did you mean by temporary vessel?"

Lucifer starts to run his primary feathers over Jean's body in an attempt to woo her. "This body isn't strong enough to contain me for long and will, eventually, be burnt away."

Jean slightly flinches at the knowledge of how Nick will die...that is if he isn't already dead. "So what will you do then? Jump from one body to another?"

He shrugs slightly,"I could if I wanted to, but I have a true vessel, a body made to be able to withstand my power."

Jean has a very bad feeling about what Lucifer is about to tell her, "Sam told me that Dean is Michael's true vessel...so, let me guess, Sam is supposed to be yours?"

He raises an eyebrow, "Very clever. Yes, Sam is my true vessel."

Jean shakes her head, "I'm going to tell you right now... there is absolutely no way in Hell, Heaven, or whatever else may be out there that I will let you touch me while you're in my little brother's body. No way." She puts her elbows on her knees then leans forward and covers her face with her hands.

Lucifer walks over to stand in front of Jean, "There is a way for me to keep this body so that I won't need Sam's."

She looks up and eagerly asks him, "So there's a loophole? What is it?"

"It involves you actually." He crosses his arms over his chest.

Jean stands up from the bed to her full height of six foot three inches and Lucifer is slightly surprised that she's two inches taller than him in this vessel. "I'll do it."

"You don't even know what it is yet."

Jean shakes her head, "I don't care. I'll do whatever it is if it means protecting Sammy."

Lucifer sighs, "I can't believe I'm saying this, but no. I don't want you to agree to this because you feel like you have to in order to save Sam." He cups her face in his hands again and strokes her cheeks with his thumbs. "You're not like any other human. If you were anybody else, I wouldn't hesitate to take advantage of your desperation. You are very special to me and when the loophole's requirement is met I want it to be because you genuinely feel love for me."

She nuzzles her head into the palm of his hand, "Does this loophole have anything to do with us bonding?"

"Yes. We must be bonded for the loophole to work." He releases her face then picks up the shirt that he put on the bed. "Anyway, we'll discuss this later. I have business to attend to with the demons."

"Lucifer, please. Tell me what I have to do to keep Sam from being your vessel." She practically begs him.

He looks into her emerald eyes, "For now, all you need to do is allow me to be near you when I come to visit you. And I will be visiting you quite often." He pulls the brown shirt over his head and Jean smiles slightly in amusement when she sees that he's put it on backwards. "What?" He asks when he notices her amusement. She lifts the helm of the shirt and pulls it back over his head. "You really don't want me to wear a shirt, do you?"

Jean scoffs, "You put it on backwards, Luci." She shows him the tag in the back of the shirt, "You see this? This is the tag, it goes in the back." She puts the shirt back on him and Lucifer picks out a pair of blue jeans.

Suddenly, curiosity gets the better of her and Jean pulls on the waistband of Lucifer's sleep pants and briefs then glances inside. "What are you doing?" Lucifer asks her, confused.

"Well, I was curious to see if the rest of your body is as hard as your jaw."

Lucifer smirks devilishly at her, "I'll be more than happy to indulge you. All you have to do is ask, kitten." He winks at Jean, his wings presenting a breathtaking display for her, then pulls down his sleep pants and briefs, exposing his erect manhood to his etam.

She rolls her eyes before turning away from him, "In your dreams, Lucifer."

He chuckles, "Actually, I believe we already did in yours, kitten. Several times as a matter of fact."

A blush appears on Jean's face and she huffs. She opens a drawer in her and Nick's shared dresser, pulls out a pair of black briefs, then tosses them at Lucifer. He catches them as she says, "Boy, you're just full of sass, aren't you?"

"I am the devil, my dear." Lucifer says while staring in confusion at the piece of clothing that his etam threw at him.

When she notices that he's holding the briefs up the wrong way, Jean sighs then walks over to him. "Here, I'll help you. Sit on the bed," when Lucifer casts her a glare she quickly adds, "please." He sits down on the edge of the bed and she crouches down in front of him. "Lift your right leg." He does and she slips the briefs on. "Now the left," when he lifts his left leg, she slides the briefs on and up to his knees. Jean then picks up the pair of pants and repeats the same actions as with the briefs. She then asks Lucifer to stand up and after he does, she stands up as well and pulls the briefs up first then the jeans.

Jean buttons Lucifer's pants and as she goes to zip them up, he says, "I have to be honest with you. I have all of Nick's memories," he smirks at her, "so I do know how to get dressed by myself. I just wanted you to touch me some more."

Jean carelessly pulls up the zipper, catching a bit of skin and causing Lucifer to hiss slightly in pain. "A little advice for you, Luci...The next time you wanna be 'honest' with me, make sure that I'm nowhere near your crotch." She then picks up her bags and turns to leave.

"Before you leave there's one more thing, my dear." Jean turns around to face him and when she does his hand rests against her chest. There is a sudden intense pain in her ribs causing her to gasp. "I know, I know. But this is necessary." As suddenly as the pain began, it stopped. "There. Now you're hidden from all other angels." Jean starts to walk out of the room, but stops again when Lucifer calls out to her, "I'll be seeing you again soon, Jean. We still have much to discuss."

Jean leaves the house, throws her bags into the trunk of her '68 Mustang, then climbs behind the steering wheel. She drives for several hours before stopping at a cheap motel in Ohio. She spends the next few hours drinking whiskey and trying to get in touch with Bobby or one of her brothers, but Bobby's line is always busy and both of her brothers' phones go straight to voicemail. Drunk and angry that she can't reach any of her family, Jean throws her phone against a wall and it smashes to pieces.

The next day, she continues the long drive to Sioux Falls. Arriving at Bobby's house at ten minutes til midnight, she knocks on the door and waits. After a few minutes, Bobby opens the door and is surprised to see her. "Red? What are you doing here?"

Jean walks inside of the house and places her bags on the kitchen table. "Well, Lucifer is using Nick as a temporary vessel...so here I am, ready to help stop the apocalypse."

Bobby looks at her in pity, "I'm sorry to hear about Nick."

She waves off his concern and quickly changes the subject by asking, "Where's Sam and Dean? I tried to reach them for several hours last night, but it always went straight to voicemail."

"They're in River Pass, Colorado helping Rufus with some demons." Bobby wheels over to where Jean is standing, "Are you all right, girl?"

She grabs a bottle of whiskey and pours herself some of the strong brown liquor into a glass. "I'm fine, Bobby." She gulps down the contents of the glass, "I hope you don't mind if I stay with you for a while. At least until I can get in touch with the boys and have them pick me up."

Bobby nods, "Of course, you can. You're always welcome here." Jean picks up her bags from the table and starts to walk out of the kitchen, "Jean?" She stops and turns slightly to look at the older hunter, "If you ever want to talk about what happened, I'm all ears."

Jean gives Bobby a small smile, "Thanks, Bobby." She then takes her bags up to the small guest bedroom then goes back downstairs to the kitchen to retrieve the bottle of whiskey and her glass. She pours herself another glass then gulps it down. She burps loudly then proudly says, "I am woman, hear me roar!"

She walks into Bobby's study carrying the bottle of whiskey and her glass to see her father figure behind his desk looking through the pages of a thick book. She asks what it is he's looking for and, after he tells her about Garth needing help identifying a creature that he's come across, Jean grabs a book to help.

After six hours, during which Jean spends more time drinking rather than doing research, Jean passes out while Bobby continues to look through books. His phone rings and he picks it up, "Yeah?"

"Hey, Bobby." Dean greets the older hunter.

"How'd the hunt go?"

Dean tells Bobby about how River Pass wasn't really overrun by demons, but it was War, one of the four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. He was using a ring that he wore to cause the townspeople to see each other as demons so that they would kill each other. He then tells the older hunter that he's no longer hunting with Sam; that they agreed to go their separate ways. "And now I'm on my way to Delaware to check on Jean. She tried to call both Sam and me several times yesterday, but there wasn't any cell service. Now she's not answering her phone."

"Don't worry about your sister. She's here with me."

"Why? What happened?" Dean's voice is tense with worry.

"Apparently, Lucifer is walking around in her boyfriend's meat suit."

There is a long moment of silence before Dean says, "Damn it. I knew that guy was going to hurt her somehow." He sighs, "How's she doing?"

"She refuses to talk about it and is instead trying to drown herself with booze. So...she's handling it the Winchester way."

"Okay, well, I'll be there in a few hours. Keep an eye on Jean, Bobby."

Bobby looks over at the female Winchester, who is passed out on the floor, her head turned to the side and her ass sticking up high in the air. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure she's not going anywhere, boy."

"I'm not worried about her leaving. I'm worried about Lucifer taking her. She's supposed to be his mate, remember?"

Bobby tenses, "Yeah, I remember. But what I don't understand is...he already had her, so why'd he let her go?"

There's a long pause on Dean's end, "Don't know. What I do know is that he's not getting near her again."

The next afternoon, Jean wakes up and notices that the Impala is parked outside. She races upstairs to the guest bedroom, opens the door, and then dive-bombs the figure laying on the bed. "Oomph!" Dean huffs out a lungful of air as his twin's body lands on top of him.

"Hi, Dean."

Dean's eyes crack open, "Hey, Jean."

"Where's Sammy? I didn't see him downstairs."

Dean yawns loudly, "We decided that it's for the best if we went our separate ways."

"So...you two got into another fight."

"No, not this time. Sam decided that he's in no shape to be hunting and that we should go our separate ways." Dean then tells Jean about Sam drinking demon blood to strengthen his psychic powers. How Sam chose a demon over him and Bobby. And how, on the night when Lucifer was releasedSam was the one to break the final seal, which was killing Lilith. They were about to be incinerated by Lucifer when they suddenly found themselves on an airplane. "And even though whoever put us on that plane completely cleaned Sam up, I just, I can't trust him. I spent more time worrying about him than focusing on getting the job done."

Jean smacks him on the back of the head, "He's our brother, Dean. Yes, he has made some mistakes, but you need to forgive him and move on."

Dean sighs, "I'm just so tired of all of this. Listen, Jeanie, let me get a few more hours of sleep and then we'll see if Bobby has a case for us."

"All right," Jean says while getting off of Dean. "I'm gonna call Sam and give him a heads up about Lucifer wearing Nick."

"What happened between you and Lucifer?"

She stiffens slightly, "Lucifer told me that Nick is only a temporary vessel and that Sam is his true vessel. I told him that there was no way in hell, heaven, or whatever that I would ever let him touch me in Sam's body. I then left and came here."

Dean raises his head from the pillow, "Wait, what?! Sam is Lucifer's vessel?!"

"Yes," Jean pauses to debate whether or not she should tell Dean about the loophole. In the end, she decides not to tell him because she knows he would just try to stop her. "Get some sleep, Dean-o. We can talk more about this later." She leaves the room, shutting the door behind her.

While Dean sleeps, Jean goes to a Wal-Mart a few towns away and buys a new phone. She then returns to Bobby's and enters his, Dean's, and Sam's numbers into her new phone then gives Bobby her new number. She then dials Sam's number and after the third ring he finally answers. "Hello?"

"Hiya, Sammy. It's Jean."

"Hey, Jean. What's up?"

"I just wanted to check up on you and to give you a heads up that Lucifer is using Nick as his temporary meat suit, so if you see Nick it's actually Lucifer."

Sam is silent for a moment, "I'm so sorry, Jean. Do you want to talk about it?"

"No, not really. Dean told me that you quit hunting, but I had to make sure that you knew about Nick, just in case. And if you ever need me all you have to do is call and I'll haul ass your way."

"Thanks, Jean. I appreciate it."

"Actually, you can call me anytime you want, okay?"

"Okay, Jean. I've got to go. I start my new job as a bartender today."

"Good luck, Sammy. I'll talk to you later."

After they both hang up, she goes and asks Bobby where her old hunting gear is. He tells her that he put all of it in three large boxes down in the basement. She goes down to the basement, finds the three large boxes full of her weapons, then carries the boxes upstairs one at a time. She then carries them outside and begins to put the weapons into the hidden compartment in the trunk of her car. Once she's finished, she decides to do a little target shooting. She quickly sets up empty beer bottles throughout the yard before taking her pistol from the waistband of her jeans at the small of her back. She starts to shoot the bottles, never missing a target.

As Jean is practicing, Dean walks out of the house to watch her. She shoots the last bottle and Dean tells her, "It's good to see that you haven't become too rusty in the past year."

Jean turns around to face her twin brother, "I frequently went to the target range to try out any new model of gun that we got into the shop. But I didn't really get a lot of chances to practice hand-to-hand combat so I'm bound to be rusty in a fist fight."

Dean nods, "Bobby has found us a case in Greeley, Pennsylvania. Are you ready?"

Jean puts the safety back on her gun then tucks it back into the waistband of her pants. "Let me go get my travel bag." She rushes inside of Bobby's house and up to the now vacant guest room. She quickly grabs a duffel bag full of her clothes and hygiene products. She goes back downstairs to say goodbye to Bobby, giving him a hug, before leaving the house. She puts her bag into the trunk of the Impala before climbing into the passenger seat. Dean starts the engine and the two twin siblings start to drive to Pennsylvania.

It only takes Dean and Jean a few days to track down and kill the nest of vampires in Greeley. They're currently in a small motel room a couple of towns away from Greeley. Dean is cleaning the blood from his jacket in the bathroom while Jean is sitting on one of the beds with her laptop open, reading a Tom Hiddleston Loki smut fanfiction. She looks up when she hears the sound of wings flapping and sees Castiel standing behind Dean. Finding the angel's antics amusing, Jean doesn't say anything to her twin.

When Dean looks up and notices Castiel in the mirror standing right behind him, he jumps slightly in surprise. "God! Don't do that!" Jean laughs and Castiel turns his head to look at her, his wings instinctively rising into a mating display which causes a couple of the pink feathers to fall out.

"Hello, Dean. Hello, Jean."

Dean turns around only to come face to face with Castiel. He sighs, "Cass, we've talked about this. Personal space."

"My apologies," Castiel says and moves closer to Jean. When he does, he catches the scent of her slight arousal and he displays even more eagerly for her.

"Give him a break, Dean. From what I can tell, angels have little to no sense of what personal space is with each other."

Dean walks into the area of the motel room where the beds are. "How did you find me? I thought I was flying below the angel radar." He glances over at Jean, who shuts her laptop and puts it down beside her on the bed. "Was it because of Jeanie?"

Castiel shakes his head, "You are. And, for some reason, so is Jean." Castiel walks over to where Dean is standing, while looking around the small motel room. "Bobby told me where you were."

Dean looks questioningly over at his sister and she quickly answers his unspoken question. "The night that Lucifer took over Nick's body; before I left; Lucifer carved warding sigils on my ribs."

Dean looks confused, "Why would he do that? Won't he be unable to find you now?"

"Not necessarily," Castiel tells them. "Because a small amount of his grace is inside of her, Lucifer will always be able to find Jean. No matter where she goes or whatever warding is placed upon her. He most likely put the warding sigils on Jean to keep her hidden from other angels who would try to bond with her before he can."

"Speaking of being hidden from angels...let me see your phone Cass." Castiel looks at her in confusion but pulls out his small flip phone and hands it to Jean. "I'm going to put in my number so that you can get in touch with me, okay?"

Castiel nods a bit too eagerly and Jean chuckles. "I have to admit...I am very surprised that you are still unbonded, Jean."

She enters her name and number into Castiel's phone, "So am I. Lucifer had the perfect opportunity. I was...ready to be intimate with who I thought was Nick. All Lucifer had to do was not say anything, but he did. He told me he wasn't Nick before anything could happen." As Jean is speaking, both men are listening closely. This is the first time Jean has actually spoken in detail about what happened. "At first, I thought he was a demon, but when he called me kitten I knew he was Lucifer." Jean shakes herself out of her memories, then holds out Castiel's cell phone for him to take. "Anyway, here's your phone back."

Castiel is surprised by Jean's account of her meeting with the fallen archangel and he's confused by why Lucifer wouldn't take advantage of such an excellent opportunity. Castiel reaches out and takes his phone back before changing the subject by asking, "Where's Sam?"

"Me and Sam are taking separate vacations for a while," Dean tells Castiel while putting on a green over shirt. "So did you find God yet? More importantly, can I have my damn necklace back, please?"

"No, I haven't found him. That's why I'm here. I need your help."

"With what, God hunt?" Dean sarcastically asks while rolling down the sleeves of his shirt. "Not interested."

"I'm in," Jean pipes up and Dean looks at her in disbelief. "What? As much as Cass has helped you and Sam, you should be more willing to help him, Dean." Dean just rolls his eyes at her.

"It's not God. It's someone else," Castiel tells the twin siblings.

Dean sighs, "Who?"

Castiel walks up to Dean, "It's an archangel. The one who killed me."

Dean looks surprised, "Excuse me?"

"His name is Raphael."

"You were wasted by a Teenage Mutant Ninja Angel?" Dean asks the rebel angel.

Castiel looks over at Jean in confusion and she chuckles, "No, Dean. There are four archangels: Michael, Lucifer, Raphael, and Gabriel."

Castiel nods, "Jean is correct. Except that Gabriel died years ago; before Lucifer was imprisoned." He turns back to Dean, "I've heard rumors that Raphael is walking the earth. This is a rare opportunity."

"For what, revenge?"

"Information."

Dean walks past Castiel, back towards the bathroom. "So you think if you find this dude, he's just gonna spill God's address?"

"Yes. Because we are gonna trap him and interrogate him."

This catches Dean's attention and he turns back around to face Castiel's back, "You're serious about this?"

Castiel turns around, "Yes."

"But Cass, what makes you think that Raphael knows where God is in the first place?" Jean inquires, standing up from the bed and walking closer to the male angel.

He looks over at the young etam, her scent filling his nostrils and causing his feathers to ruffle in arousal. "Raphael is rumoured to be one of the last angels that saw God before he disappeared. It's not much, but it's the best lead that I've got."

Dean walks over to stand next to his bed, "Give me one good reason why I should do this." He starts to throw some clothes into his bag.

"You mean other than the one I gave you earlier?" Dean glares at Jean and she sticks her tongue out at him.

Castiel once again turns to face Dean, "Because you're Michael's vessel and Jean is an etam, no angel will dare harm either of you."

"Oh, so we're your bullet shields."

"I need your help because you and Jean are the only ones who'll help me. Please."

Jean looks at her twin with big, pleading eyes really wanting to help their angel friend. Dean nods slightly, "All right, fine." He points at his sister, "Put those away already. You're better than Sam at giving those puppy eyes. So where is Raphael?"

"Maine. Let's go." Castiel reaches out both of his hands to touch the twins on their foreheads, but Dean quickly dodges.

"Whoa, whoa." Dean says and Castiel stops, withdrawing his hands.

"What?"

"Last time you zapped me someplace, I didn't poop for a week."

Jean makes a face of disgust, "Yuck."

"We're driving."

They arrive in Waterville, Maine just after the sunrise. Dean parks the Impala outside of the local police station and the trio get out of the car. Dean hands Castiel a fake FBI badge and Jean fixes his tie and then buttons his suit jacket. For the past several hours, the male angel's nerves have been on edge. Being in such a confined space while being in close proximity with the unbonded etam nearly drove Castiel mad. He would frequently have to leave the two Winchesters to keep himself from pouncing on Jean. Once he had calmed down, he would always return to the backseat of the car. But, even now, as Jean is standing so very close to him, Castiel's wings are twitching uncontrollably. She looks at him in concern and, mistaking his twitching wings as a sign that he's nervous, she tells him, "Don't worry. I'm sure that everything's going to be fine."

The two then hurry to catch up with Dean who is already walking up the stairs of the building to the entrance. The three walk into the police station together and up to an officer. Dean and Jean pull their badges out of the inside pocket of their suit jackets and Dean takes the lead. "Deputy Framingham? Hi. Alonzo Mosely, FBI."

"I'm Agent Jenny Tahlia." Jean tells the deputy with a completely straight face then puts her badge away.

Dean fakes a coughing fit to hide his laughter. Once he gets himself under control, he says, "And this is our partner, Eddie Moscone." Dean puts his badge back in his inner pocket and when he sees Castiel just standing there he adds, "Also FBI."

Jean nudges the angel in the ribs with her elbow. He gets the hint and pulls out his own fake badge. He holds it open, but it's upside down and Jean can't help but to giggle. "Sorry. He's new and this is his first time in the field." She tells Deputy Framingham while turning Castiel's badge the correct way.

They question Deputy Framingham about the 'explosion' at the gas station and learn that Raphael's vessel is a mechanic named Donnie Finnerman. They also learn that Finnerman is currently in Saint Pete's Hospital.

The trio drive to Saint Pete's only to find that Donnie Finnerman is now just an empty vessel. The power of the archangel left Finnerman nonresponsive and confined to a wheelchair. Dean asks if this is what he has to look forward to if he says yes to Michael and Castiel honestly tells him that it will be much worse for him since Michael is far more powerful than Raphael. Then they leave the hospital and Castiel disappears.

The two siblings drive a few miles out of town until they find a small, abandoned house in the woods. They quickly settle into the house; sitting up small lanterns throughout the first floor and making small cots on the floor with some old, moth-eaten blankets that they find.

Dean is walking through the house while flipping through the pages of their dad's journal and Jean is sitting on a chair near a small, dirty table reading The Once and Future King when Castiel suddenly reappears. Jean looks up and greets the fallen angel, "Hello, Cass."

He turns to her, flaring his wings and displaying for her. "Hello."

"Where have you been?" Dean asks him, sitting the journal on the small table.

"Jerusalem," Castiel replies, walking over to the twins.

"Oh, how was it?" Dean sarcastically asks.

"Arid," Castiel places an ancient looking jug on the table.

Jean closes her book and asks, "What's in the jar, Cass?"

"It's oil. It's very special and very rare." Castiel sits down in a chair across from Jean.

"Good, we're gonna trap Raphael with a nice vinaigrette?" asks Dean.

"No," one of Castiel's wings brushes against Jean and she can feel Lucifer's grace slightly stir in anger.

"So this ritual of yours, when does it gotta go down?"

"Sunrise."

"Tell me something. You keep saying we're gonna trap this guy. But isn't that kinda like trapping a hurricane with a butterfly net?"

"No, it's harder."

Jean whistles and Dean asks, "Do we have any chance of surviving this?"

"You two do." Jean looks at Castiel with sorrowful eyes.

"So odds are you're a dead man tomorrow?" Dean asks.

"Yes."

"Oh," Dean walks closer to Castiel. "Well, last night on earth. What, uh...What are your plans?"

"I just thought I'd sit here quietly."

Jean slightly chuckles and smiles at Castiel, "You are so adorable."

Castiel's feathers fluff at her compliment. "Dude, come on. Anything? Hmm? Booze, women?" Castiel looks around uncomfortably, "You have been with a woman before, right? Or an angel, at least?" Castiel rubs the back of his neck, "You mean to tell me you've never been up there doing a little cloud seeding?"

"Look, I've never had occasion, okay?"

Dean makes a funny face, "All right." He walks over to Jean's chair and takes his coat off of the back. "Let me tell you something. There are two things I know for certain." He starts to put on his jacket, "One, Bert and Ernie are gay. Two, you are not gonna die a virgin." He finishes putting on his jacket just in time to catch the puppy dog look Castiel casts at Jean. "Oh, hell no. Get that thought out of your head right now."

"If I were to bond and mate with Jean, it would prevent Lucifer from doing so."

Jean says, "Yes, but then Lucifer would hunt you down and skin you alive...repeatedly...before he killed you, Cass."

Castiel's wings press up against his back in fear, "That's true."

"It doesn't matter because none of you walking feather-dusters are ever going to touch Jean. Not you, not Michael, and for damn sure, not Lucifer." Jean rolls her eyes at her older brother's protectiveness. Dean closes the journal then starts to walk towards the front door. "Let's go." He stops at the door, turns around, and asks his sister, "Jean, are you coming or not?"

She shakes her head, "Nah. I'm going to catch up on some reading." Dean opens the door then walks outside. Castiel stands and starts to follow Dean, but Jean stops him. "Cass." As he turns to face her, she stands up, and walks over to him. "Don't let my brother bully you into doing something that you really don't want to do." She then gives him a hug. When she pulls away and sees the confused look that he's giving her, she quickly explains, "That was a hug, Cass. We humans give each other hugs to show affection for each other." Castiel opens his mouth to say something but the sound of the Impala's horn interrupts the moment. "You'd better go before he comes back and drags you to the car." Castiel nods his head then leaves the cabin.

Jean sits back down and tries to read some more of her book, but she can't concentrate on the words. Sighing, she closes the book and puts it back on the table. She then pulls out her cell phone and pulls up her music playlist. She plays 'The Unforgiven III' by Metallica and she starts to sing along with the song. As she's singing, she fails to notice the arrival of Lucifer. Jean finishes the song and a pair of gigantic hot pink, sparkly wings wrap around her from behind, encasing her in a fluffy cocoon. "How long have you been here, Luci?"

"Since the start of the song," he answers her. Jean lifts a hand to touch one of his wings, but hesitates when she remembers how both Gabriel and Castiel didn't want her to touch their wings. She then lowers her hand. Lucifer reads her mind and knows exactly what she wants. He considers it for a few moments before finally saying, "Go ahead." He fully opens all six of his wings for her.

She turns around to face him, "What?"

"You want to touch my wings, correct?" Jean nods, "Well, go ahead."

She lifts her hand, but hesitates yet again. "Are you sure? I thought that the wings are an angel's most vulnerable area?"

"Oh, they are. And touching them is considered a very intimate act. But you're my etam and I trust you."

Jean reaches out and gently caresses the feathers of the right wing of his first set of wings. She starts to; very carefully; run her fingers through his silky plumage. Lucifer closes his eyes at her gentle touch and lightly groans in pleasure. As if on instinct, Jean begins to groom Lucifer's wings; straightening any feathers that are askew and removing any loose feathers. She does this for each of his six massive wings and as she's gently moving her fingers through the sparkly, hot pink feathers Jean notices that some of them are singed and there are patches where the feathers are missing altogether. While she grooms his wings, Lucifer is moaning loudly in pleasure and a certain part of his human anatomy becomes harder with Jean's every caress. He's taken by surprise by how good having his wings groomed actually feels and he finds himself wanting the young etam to groom them more often.

Suddenly, Jean chuckles to herself causing Lucifer to look over his shoulder and cast her a questioning glance. "I was just thinking how weird this would look to someone who can't see your wings." Jean chuckles again and Lucifer smirks to himself. "Luci, can I ask you something?"

"Hmm, I believe you just did, kitten." Lucifer says and Jean tangles her fingers in the feathers closest to where his wings emerge from his back, the tertiary feathers. She gives the feathers a very light tug and Lucifer's wings begin to shake, almost like a dog shaking a leg when you scratch it in just the right spot. Lucifer moans loudly in pleasure and tells her in a voice husky from arousal, "If you keep that up, I'm going to ravage you right here. Bonded or not."

Jean grins to herself and continues to tease his wings. "What I wanted to ask you is: what happened to the two etams before me?" All of a sudden, the relaxing atmosphere of the room is gone, replaced by a tense and almost uncomfortable one. Lucifer visibly stiffens at her question and this confirms her suspensions, but she asks anyway. "Both Gabriel and Castiel spoke about them in the past tense...Did they die?"

"Yes," Lucifer tells her solemnly.

Jean's hands pause in their task, "How did they die?"

Lucifer sighs, "The first etam died during the bonding of the angel's grace to her soul." He falls silent, lost in his own thoughts.

"And the second?"

Lucifer seems to be disturbed at the thought of this etam's death. He finally tells her, "She died during pregnancy. The power of the child was too much for her to bare."

Jean is shocked, "And the ugears?"

"Both died soon after their etams; their grace wasting away from their overwhelming grief. That's why dad stopped making etams. At least, until you."

"Why didn't the ugears bring their mates back to life?"

Lucifer turns around to face Jean, "Because they couldn't. Once we bond, you won't technically be human anymore. You will be more angel than human. So if you were to die after we bond, which would never happen, you would go to where all angels go when they die."

Jean swallows, "And where is that?"

"The Empty. All angels and demons go there when we die and where we will sleep for eternity. It's a place that has existed even before Dad and even He doesn't have power over it." Lucifer starts to run his primary feathers over Jean's body in an attempt to comfort her and she shivers in pleasure. "But you won't have to worry about dying, not as long as you're mine. I won't let anything happen to you."

"What about the bonding process? How will you stop me from dying from that? And will I...will I...ever be able to have children if we bond?"

Lucifer enfolds her in his wings, "I know for a fact that God fixed whatever killed the first etam during bonding. The successful bonding of the second etam to her ugear is proof of that. And I'm fairly certain that he fixed what killed the second as well, or he wouldn't have made you an etam. But, just in case, I have a plan to ensure your survival."

"And that would be?"

He considers whether or not he should tell Jean his plan and can't see any harm in doing so; after all, there isn't anything she or her brothers can do to stop him. "I'm going to bind Death." Jean's eyebrows shoot towards her hair line in astonishment. "With Death under my control, you can't die. You're mine and I'm not going to let anyone take you away from me."

A blush appears on Jean's face when she feels strong arousal from Lucifer's possessiveness. Lucifer catches the scent of her arousal, smirks, then pulls her flush against him. He roughly captures her soft, plump lips with his own. As soon as their lips connect, a spark of pure ecstasy passes between the two intended mates causing them both to moan into each others' mouths. Lucifer forcibly shoves his forked tongue past Jean's lips and into her mouth. As their tongues wrestle for dominance, Lucifer grabs Jean's ass and lifts her off the ground. She automatically wraps her legs around his waist and he slams her against a nearby wall. He squeezes her ass hard causing her to whimper in need. Lucifer folds his wings around her, like a hawk protecting it's meal. He breaks the kiss only to start nipping and sucking at Jean's neck. When she exhales in a loud pleasure-filled sigh, she can see her own breath due to Lucifer's icy nature.

All of a sudden, Lucifer stops lavishing attention to her neck and turns his head to the side, almost like he's listening to something. Jean looks at him, her eyes glazed over in lust, "What's going on? Why'd you stop?"

He puts her down on her feet and releases her. "Damn demons. They can't do anything on their own," he growls angrily. "I have to go, but I'll see you again soon."

"Smite some of those demons for me, would ya?" Jean huffs in irritation, "Because with you gone, not only is there nothing to do, but now I'm horny as hell as well."

Lucifer smirks and gives her a wink before disappearing.

About an hour later, the front door of the abandoned house opens and Dean walks inside followed closely by Castiel. Dean tells his sister about how Castiel told a stripper called Chastity that it wasn't her fault that her father ran off, but because he hated his job at the post office. The two then had to run away from security.

After Jean stops laughing, Castiel pours a ring of holy oil on the floor of the house just in case Raphael decides to show up here instead of at the hospital. The three of them then drive to Saint Pete's and Jean steals a spare set of scrubs while Dean and Castiel look for an empty room to do the ritual in. Once the two men find the perfect room, Dean texts Jean and she, now disguised as a nurse, pushes Donnie Finnerman's wheelchair to the room. At sunrise, Castiel pours a ring of holy oil around Finnerman and chants Enochian into Finnerman's ear. "I'm here, Raphael. Come and get me, you little bastard." He then tells the two Winchesters, "Be ready." He lights a match, then throws it down onto the oil.

They wait for hours, with Jean running interference with anybody that approaches the room, and when night finally falls they decide to give up. Dean and Jean extinguish the fire while Castiel zaps Finnerman back to his room. After they're done, they return to the abandoned house. "Dean. Wait," Castiel calls out as Dean opens the front door and enters the house. There comes the sound of electricity crackling loudly and Castiel moves to stand beside Dean. Jean enters the house, stopping to stand between Castiel and Dean. Castiel quickly moves to shield her as all the lights in the house explode and glass flies everywhere.

Standing in the empty kitchen is the archangel Raphael, who is once again in the body of Donnie Finnerman. "Castiel."

"Raphael."

"I am the unbonded etam Jean!" The red head announces, throwing her arms up in the air.

Dean looks at her as though she's lost her mind, "Really, Jean?"

She just giggles, "I've been wanting to do that ever since you guys told me about Chuck meeting Lilith."

Castiel starts walking through the house towards Raphael with Dean and Jean following him. "Oh, I thought you were supposed to be impressive." Dean says to Raphael.

"You obviously can't see his wings," Jean whispers to Dean, her attention on the six large wings behind Raphael. Raphael's wings are much larger than Castiel's and are even bigger than Gabriel's, but they are much, much smaller than Lucifer's. The feathers on all three pairs of wings are an iridescent bluish black, like those of a male grackles.

Dean ignores his sister and continues as if she didn't say anything at all. "All you do is black out the room?"

"And the eastern seaboard." Lightning flashes and thunder crashes outside of the house causing Dean and Jean to look out the windows. "It is a testament to my unending mercy that I don't smite you here and now." Raphael says, his attention now back on Castiel.

"Or maybe you're full of crap." Raphael turns his head to look at Dean. "Maybe you're afraid that God will bring Cass back to life again and smite you, you candy-ass skirt. By the way, hi, I'm Dean."

"I know who you are. And now thanks to him, I know where you are." Raphael glances over at Jean who is standing between Dean and Castiel again. "So...The rumors are true. Jean Winchester is indeed an unbonded etam." Castiel tries to step in front of Jean in order to block her from the archangel's view, but she just steps around him.

"You won't kill them," Castiel says. "You wouldn't dare."

"No. But I will take them to Michael. My reward will be great when I bring Michael his vessel and an unbonded etam."

"What the fuck is with you angels and incest? No, just fucking no." Jean says grossed out.

Dean looks over at Castiel, "Cass, get Jean out of here."

Jean opens her mouth to protest and tries to move away from Castiel, but he's much faster than she is. He touches her forehead with his index and middle fingers zapping her away. Feeling disoriented at first, Jean slightly stumbles when her feet first hit the ground. She looks around her and sees that she is now in the junkyard of Bobby's house. "Son of a bitch!"

She walks into the house and into the study. Bobby looks up from a book, "Jean? What are you doing here? Where's Dean?"

Jean explains to Bobby everything that happened in Maine and afterwards she pours herself a large glass of whiskey. An hour later, Jean's phone rings and she answers it. "Hello?"

"Jean, are you okay?" Dean asks her from the other end of the line.

"I'm fine. What about you?"

"I'm just peachy...Just fucking peachy." Dean is silent for a moment before saying, "Listen, Jean. I, uh, think we shouldn't hunt together anymore."

"What?! Why?!"

"Because you, me, and Sam are each other's weakness and everybody knows it. So I think it's for the best that we all go our separate ways. Separating will make it harder for the angels to find us."

Jean scowls, "That's a load of shit and you know it. We're stronger together...we always have been. But, whatever...if you want to go separate ways, fine. Call me when you stop bullshitting yourself." She hangs up on her twin brother then starts to chug whiskey straight from the bottle.