#if you think angel lore anywhere is confusing then have fun making sense of lucifer lucilius lucio in gbf

[rimeiii]

So...Satan likes collecting decapitated heads.

And Leraye likes collecting the bodies.

My GBF brain: *goes straight to That One Scene with Bubs/Beelzebub and Ferusama/Lucifer from What Makes the Sky Blue 2: Paradise Lost*

If you know, you know.

(Actual explanations will be in the alt texts of the pics below the cut, but they're very spoilery even though the pics are pretty spoilery on their own)

And this, with Bubs and Faasan/Lucilius.

And this, with Belial - or rather, Avatar Belial.

"There is no reason for the skies to be blue," indeed.

[lostinaseaoffictionalbliss]

Moving On

A/N: This is another prompt from @girl-next-door-writes

Summary: After losing the love of your life you must find a way to move on

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: bearded!Sam. Sweet!Sam

Word Count:1890

You couldn't believe it the man you loved was gone. Lucifer had finally taken him to a place you weren't sure you could get him back from. It was one thing when Crowley was trapped in Hell being the fallen angel’s pet. This time your demon lover was dead. Was your relationship unconventional? Of course it was. You were a hunter and he was a demon. The two of you weren't supposed to be together, but because of the Winchesters and your Uncle Bobby you had met the king of the crossroads who then became the king of hell. It was instant attraction. A relationship you kept secret for a very long time.

It wasn't until you were trying to stop Lucifer who was possessing the president that the relationship came out. Both Sam and Dean yelled, gave you a lecture, and then probably would have given you the silent treatment if they hadn't been taken into custody. But then they came back and they decided that since you had been with Crowley for some time and yet he had never betrayed you or hurt you they would trust your judgement. Now though it didn't matter. Crowley had sacrificed himself to stop Lucifer from getting his son Jack, but the plan didn't work the way it was supposed to. Castiel was dead, Kelly was dead, Mary was trapped in the apocalypse world, and Jack wasn't a little baby. He was a teenager.

After helping the Winchesters get him back you went your seperate ways. You were going to find a way to bring Crowley back. You weren't giving up hope. You refused to give up hope of bringing him back to you. Sam, being the kind, sweet, soft man he was made you promise to keep in touch with him. He knew what heartache could do to a person and he didn't want you falling into despair if you couldn't get Crowley back.

Months went by of you talking everyday. Sam would let you go on about whatever case you were working, helping you out if you needed it. He would let you go on about how much you missed Crowley. How hard it was to sleep alone at night. You were still taking it hard, but it was getting better day by day. Hearing Sam's deep voice coming over the phone line seemed to sooth you. It always had. For as long as you had known the boys he had been your best friend, your rock. No matter what the problem was he always listened to you. And today was no different.

“I just don't get it Sam. You and Dean have beaten death so many times. Hell even I've beaten death a few times. There has always been a way to bring the ones we love back. But no matter what I do I can't find a way to bring him back. It's like he's completely ceased to exist.” You took a deep breath and pushed the lore book you had been reading away. “I'm tired Sam. It's been months and nothing.”

You could hear Sam take a deep breath. It was like he had something to tell you, but was worried about your reaction. “Y/N, there's something you should know. Rowena went after reapers trying to get Death's, the new Death's, attention,” he paused.

“And?”

“Billy came. There's no way to bring Crowley back. He's gone for good. I'm sorry.”

A few tears ran down your face and you wiped them away. That had been the one thing you had been afraid to find out since you started your search. It hurt to hear that you couldn't bring Crowley back, but what surprised you was the fact it didn't hurt as much as you thought it would. The pain of him being gone had lessened everyday that he wasn't with you. Having Sam to talk to helped with that of course. Just like you knew it would. He had been there for you through so many things. Losing your childhood pet, losing someone on a hunt, losing your father, and now this.

“Y/N, you still there?” Sam asked. His voice broke you out of your thoughts.

“Yeah, yeah. Sorry was just thinking about things. Umm I gotta finish working this case, but I'll call you tomorrow,” you promised.

“Hey no worries. I'll talk to you tomorrow.”

And that was how things continued for awhile. You kept hunting, checking in with Sam everyday, your pain of losing Crowley ebbing away to almost nothing. In the months after finding out you couldn't get him back you decided to move on. He wouldn't want you to wallow nor would he want you to be hung up on him. He loved fun, loved partying, loved sex. He wouldn't want you to deprive yourself of that or love. So you worked on moving on. You went on a few dates when hunting gave you the chance, but nothing ever panned out. You couldn't figure out why and it was bugging you.

Deciding that you needed to see Sam and Dean in person, talk to them, and see if they could help you figure out why you didn't feel even the smallest bit of attraction toward  any of your dates you headed to the bunker. Walking downstairs into the war room you were surprised by all the people that were there. You didn't know any of them...scratch that. You knew Bobby and Charlie. But that didn't make any sense.

“Uncle Bobby? How...how is this possible? You died. Sam, Dean, and I burned your body and then your flask,” you asked curiously.

Bobby smiled softly at you. “I'm not your Bobby. We're from the apocalypse world. But I do know you. I watched you die in our world.”

“Oh,” you whispered. That certainly did explain all the people. But now you were even more confused. Sam hadn't once told you about the troubles he had been going through. He had acted like everything was perfectly fine when you talked. Now you could see that clearly wasn't the case.

“Sam's in his room if you're looking for him,” Bobby said.

With a nod you headed down the hall and just before you could knock on his door Sam opened it. Standing in front of you was your best friend, but there was something different about him. You took him all in and when you noticed the beard that now covered his face a small whimper left you. It was in that moment that everything clicked into place. You now had the answer to your question. While you had moved on from Crowley your dates hadn't worked out because you had fallen in love with your best friend. It took seeing him again, seeing the smile he gave you, the sweet adoring look in his hazel eyes as he gazed at you, and that damn beard of his to make you realize it. Thoughts of that beard rubbing your thighs as he ate you out flashed through your mind. Heat pooled in the pit of your stomach and you had to squeeze your legs together to fight the needy feeling you now had.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” He asked. “Not that I'm not happy to see you, but you didn't mention you were coming when we talked yesterday.”

You raised a brow and glanced down the hall. “And you didn't mention all the shit you've been dealing with. Refugees from apocalypse world, Dean saying yes to the other Michael, Lucifer dying after stealing Jack's grace, and now Dean's missing,” you pointed out.

Sam sighed and ran a hand through his shaggy locks. “You were dealing with your own stuff I didn't want to put this on you too. I knew if I told you that you would rush here to help me,” he admitted.

You shook your head and laid a hand on his arm giving it a soft squeeze. “Of course I would have. You're my best friend, Dean's like a brother to me, and this is a big deal. You shouldn't have been taking on all my crap and dealing with this. If you had just told me what was happening I would come sooner, realized sooner that I…” You trailed off not entirely sure now was the right time to admit your feelings for the tall hunter.

“Realized sooner that you what?” Sam asked.

“That even though I had moved on from Crowley none of my dates would ever work out because I had fallen in love with someone else,” you whispered looking down at your boots not able to meet his eyes any longer.

Sam softly grabbed your chin and made you look up at him. “Are you saying what I think you're saying?” He asked, his tone sounding hopeful.

“I'm saying I've fallen in love with you Sam Winchester. I want to be with you, be your rock like you've been mine, help you deal with all this.” You gestured around the bunker. You weren't going anywhere. Even if he didn't love you back you were staying right there and helping him deal with this.

Soft warm lips crashed against yours. You could feel his beard rubbing against your smooth skin. It was delicious and perfect. A light moan left you, but was swallowed up by Sam's mouth. Your hands tangled in his hair as he held your face with one hand and pressed the other against your lower back so you were flush with his body. Out of the countless hugs Sam had given you over the years you hadn't realized just how muscular he was. The way his abs felt pressed against you, the strength in his arms as he held you close. It was all so tantalizing, so arousing.

Sam broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours. “I've wanted to do that for so long. Tell you that I loved you, but it never seemed like the right time. First time I was going to tell you, you had lost Bobby. The next time was right before we found out you were with Crowley. And then you lost him. You were hurting and it didn't seem right to tell you I loved you while you were mourning the man you loved,” he whispered. It was like he feared saying it out loud would make it disappear. He had already lost so many people in his life. He didn't think he could handle losing you too.

“Oh Sam. I stopped mourning the moment you told me there was no chance of bringing him back. I moved on because I knew that's what he would have wanted. Though I'm sure if he could see us now he would be scowling. ‘Really moose? That's who you moved on with. Why am I not surprised it was one of those flannel wearing morons?’ He would say,” you chuckled.

Sam laughed and kissed you again. “That sounds exactly like something he would say,” he agreed.

A heavy sigh left you as you scratched at his beard. “As much as I want to get intimately acquainted with this we need to find your brother.”

Sam groaned. “Later. You're definitely finding out later just what it feels like buried between those thighs of yours,” he promised huskily.

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