#unexpected archangel alert

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Crowley being jump-scared by “Jim”/Gabriel remains one of the funniest scenes in the entire show. Crowley’s horrified scream will never not be funny 😆

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Hello sorry if I'm bothering you but I wanted to share one of my ideas with you. So what if the reader appeared on the Loufu and it caused a small tremor along with a large energy fluctuation so Jing Yuan went to investigate with Fu Xuan going with him and they came across an unconscious person who was not only confused when they awoke but completely exhausted, hungry and with strange markings on some parts of their body and when they got examined by a doctor it was discovered that they had an extremely large amount of strange energy within their body. (This was inspired by the first episode of Aphmau Diaries rebirth, here's the link if you don't know what I'm talking about: https://youtu.be/1Vzq1QZVtuk?si=kyIxOyJTSnTjNaMG) (if you don't want to write this that's completely alright and I wish you a good morning/afternoon or goodnight☺️)

An Unexpected Guest

A/n: Hello anon!! I’m so sorry for the late response- thank you so much for your patience! I really like this idea- I’ve heard a lot about the Aphmau series but I’ve never gotten the chance to actually watch it (^o^) I hope you have a fabulous day!!

Warnings: mentions of severe injuries/wounds + infections + unconsciousness, slight refernces to Honkai Impact 3rd (reader’s markings are implied to be honkai infections + mentions of reader fighting archangels from Hi3)

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Jing Yuan x gn!reader (PLATONIC), Fu Xuan x gn!reader (PLATONIC)

Word Count: 1.9k

All was peaceful on the Xianzhou Luofu. Beams of sunlight illuminated the vibrant blue sky, tinting everything in a warm shade of gold. Shops operated on every street, the sharp ping of bells and the shouts of shopkeepers echoed out through the streets, attracting clamoring swells of civilians in record time. Children happily played among the crowds, swept up in the rare, shopping-induced excitement of the adults. For a change, there was little distress anywhere on the ship. There was no word of the Stellaron Hunters, no new reports of people being Mara struck, and even no reports of petty crimes. The workload wasn’t too terrible for those in command of the Luofu either- Jing Yuan was able to take a long nap, and Fu Xuan was able to take a break and have some tea for the first time in weeks. Yangqing managed to squeeze in some training time too. All was well. All was normal.

But of course, in a universe as vast and random as this one, the fates wouldn’t let it stay this peaceful for long. And of course, as a general, Jing Yuan must be prepared for anything. It is one of his most basic duties to stay alert and be ready at all times. Even so, the sleeping general couldn’t help but flinch in surprise as an ear-shattering boom echoed throughout the whole ship, followed by an earthquake that managed to toss even him out of bed. Meanwhile, just as Fu Xuan was about to swallow her first sip of tea, the vigorous shaking of the floor managed to knock the teacup out of her hands. Not only did she have to watch as her favorite cup shattered to bits, but she choked on her tea as well, leaving her in a wheezing heap on the floor. 

Thankfully both parties quickly recovered and ran to the windows of their respective offices to see what happened. A pillar of light shone from the Starskiff docks, along with a plume of dust that undoubtedly came from an explosion. Only a few minutes after this discovery, Fu Xuan was given orders from Jing Yuan to go inspect the crisis with him. So much for a peaceful day. 

As the disoriented pair cautiously approached the docks, they saw the silhouette of a crumpled body lying in the center of the dissipating light. Jing Yuan was the first to kneel down and inspect the injured figure. After checking your pulse, it became clear that you were still alive. But just barely. You were covered in deep, razor-fine cuts, and sizeable bruises littered your legs and arms. Jing Yuan didn’t know what had happened to you, but it was clear that what went down wasn’t good. The dark circles under your eyes suggested that you had been fighting for a long time, with no rest or nutrition. Taking a step back, the general’s features morphed into an expression of deep concern. He sighed and turned to his diviner companion, who was practically bursting to comment on the situation.

“Fu Xuan… I imagine you saw this coming?”

“I, in fact… did not. For once, my divinations couldn’t pick up on… well, anything of note happening today.”

“Hm… how interesting.”

Jing Yuan cast his gaze down to you once more, trying to decide what to do next. Fu Xuan merely suffered in silence at his side, completely unsure of what to do as well. After a few moments of heavy silence, the general scooped up your beaten body in his arms and began walking back to the Exalting Sanctum. Fu Xuan stared at him for a few moments before jogging after him, urgently asking him what he was doing. Jing Yuan calmly explained that, given the strange nature of the situation, you would need to be brought in for questioning and given heavy medical attention. The diviner huffed, quietly grumbling something about incompetence before following in his wake. 

Once they returned to the Exanting Sanctum, Jing Yuan called upon his tiny friend Bailu to help heal you. Having called upon her for anti-sleeping medicine many times before, Jing Yuan practically had her on speed dial in case any new problems arose. Hours upon hours passed before you were well enough to awaken, but Bailu’s work certainly did not disappoint. The gashes on your body had faded into nothingness, save for a few scars, and the herbs she used helped you recover after losing so much blood. According to Bailu, you needed much more time to rest, but by tomorrow you would be alright. However, one odd trait resisted her treatment: the glowing lines left on your stomach.

Bailu was the only one who had seen them so far. The markings were hidden by cloth and blood when you were found, so it slipped past the awareness of the general and diviner. She worriedly called them in, asking if they knew what those marks were, but she was given no answers. Perhaps the truth would reveal itself when you woke up, but for now, it was hopeless. Jing Yuan gratefully bid the exhausted healer goodbye, taking a seat by your bed afterward. Meanwhile, Fu Xuan further examined your markings. They were long, branch-like streaks of bright purple that extended towards your chest, almost like an infection. However, they didn’t seem to be getting worse, and they didn’t behave the way a bad infection would. Feeling a bit frustrated, she gave up and resorted to waiting alongside the general. 

While Jing Yuan fell asleep in no time, the poor diviner was left awake and antsy. The room was dead quiet, but the anxious tapping of her foot repeatedly broke the silence. She could see the future, for god's sake! How could she have ended up so clueless in this situation?! She was so used to knowing everything, planning ahead, and having things run as they should. But now, she was at a complete loss. She didn’t know anything about those marks, or about you. And she if there was one thing she hated, it was not knowing things. In order to save her sanity from crashing and burning, she hurried out of your room to browse the Luofu’s databases for information. And oh boy, did she find what she was looking for.

The amount of information locked away in the Luofu’s archives was enough to have anyone floored- even Fu Xuan. As her gaze flickered over each document she found about body markings, she became even more astounded at what she found. The markings you had signified great power, but were also a promise of anguish and ruin. The only other person to have these marks crashed onto the ship centuries ago, in the same way you did. No one knew who they were, or why they appeared. Even after contacting other planets, it became clear that they had never been seen before. Those markings were a mystery, as well as their identity. All anyone knew was that they possessed powers akin to a god, and were classified as a severe threat.

Borderline sprinting, Fu Xuan hauled herself back to your room to tell Jing Yuan everything she found. You could bring ruin to everyone on the Luofu if what she read was true. Not to mention the fact that you were immune to her divinations– you already had an advantage against her. Maybe this was all part of your plan, maybe you had already begun to–

As she opened the door to your room, her spiral immediately stopped. To her surprise, you were awake and pleasantly chatting away with the general. You seemed… polite. Friendly, even. Once you noticed her presence, you kindly greeted her and asked how she was. Fu Xuan short-circuited at this, staring at you in sheer bewilderment. What happened to the flames and destruction she read about? What exactly was going on?! She was still very wary of you, but she mustered up the courage to respond with a terse “Hello. I'm fine”. The way you greeted her showed that you weren’t an immediate threat, so maybe she could entertain small talk with you. For now, at least. 

After Fu Xuan discreetly briefed Jing Yuan on what she found, they began to question you. It was like something out of a good cop/bad cop show. The general was authoritative yet calm, and the diviner was like a defensive chihuahua. You revealed that you had been fighting off a swarm of white, bug-like creatures when you lost consciousness. All you could remember was getting hit in the stomach by one of them before blacking out. Jing Yuan gave his companion a knowing side-eye. Where you got hit was undoubtedly connected to those markings. They’d have to have Bailu examine them again once you were settled in, and testing would be necessary if you were cooperative enough.

But what were they meant to do now? They obviously couldn’t let you roam around the universe to fend for yourself, especially if those lines meant that you were uncontrollably powerful. They couldn’t keep you in captivity either though- it was inhumane, and would only make everything worse. If they wanted to give you freedom while keeping the universe safe, they would have to let you stay on the ship until they confirmed you weren’t a threat. Jing Yuan was intrigued by you- not just because you were an enigma, but because of your personality. You were kind, even in such jarring circumstances. you showed a rare kind of strength, one that pushed him to converse with you more. Besides, with the power you supposedly held, you could prove to be a useful force against the mara. 

“I’m assuming you don't have anywhere to go, yes?”

“Jing Yuan, just what are you thinkin–”

“We would be happy to house you on the Xianzhou Luofu for a while. There’s more we would like to ask you about… and, I have a feeling you’ve got a myriad of interesting stories to tell.”

After a moment of contemplation, you wearily accepted. The offer was very generous- besides, what other options did you have? You had no recorded identity in this world and no way of knowing what dangers awaited you. Heading out on your own was a death wish. Besides, your conversation with the general had been nice, and his pink-haired friend was entertaining. Here, you didn’t feel threatened. Jing Yuan seemed like a kind man, and it had been a while since someone had listened to you so attentively. You couldn’t help but be drawn to the diviner beside him as well. She might have been openly suspicious of you, but you couldn’t blame her. Her grumpy, yet determined way of going about things was amusing, and you could tell that there was a softer side to her behind her defensiveness. It was admirable how well she held herself together despite the chaotic nature of your arrival. 

It would take a lot of time to process all that had happened to you in the last 24 hours (along with a lot of therapy), but at least you had two allies to fall back on now. It was probably a poor choice to trust them so quickly, but the energy they exuded was welcoming– you could tell they were good people. Maybe the universe brought you to them for a reason. It was far-fetched, but if you were going to end up in a completely foreign world, who better to take you in than two of the ship’s leaders? As you fell asleep that night, long after the two of them had left, you attempted to prepare yourself for the next few weeks. The rest of your journey might end up being hell, but you had a feeling that will the help of the general and diviner, everything might just turn out okay.

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Welcome to the Nightmare Game - CH135

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Chapter 135: The Dream of the Holy Nun (XXV)

When he walked out of the Garden of the Holy Tomb, Dr. Lu still seemed to be dreaming. He stumbled to keep up with Ning Zhou's footsteps and looked back again and again, his eyes red and swollen.

"What happened last night? Is the Witch of Nightmares dead? What about Su He?" Dr. Lu still didn't know what had happened the previous night. He’d been in a daze since he passed out from the pain. He vaguely felt that he had been carried back to the Lord's castle. At dawn, he’d woken up and there was a note left by Qi Leren on his pillow, saying that he’d gotten the antidote and the poison in his body had been cured, so he had left him to have a good rest.

Dr. Lu had guessed that they were at the site of the Vatican and had come here as soon as he’d woke up, but he’d received such a terrible news.

"There is no Su He," Ning Zhou' s hoarse voice came, filled with a murderous coldness. "Only the Devil of Fraud."

Dr. Lu froze, a chill spread from his feet, such that even the bright sunshine couldn't make him feel the slightest warmth.

Su He, was the Devil of Fraud?

Dr. Lu suddenly looked back. Qi Leren’s death…

"Did he... Did he do it?" Dr. Lu could hardly say the words.

Ning Zhou nodded his head.

Dr. Lu stumbled, fell to the ground, and cried bitterly.

The details that he’d once ignored emerged one by one. If Su He's bizarre appearance in the Novice Village could be explained by the bug in Novice Village, then why did he suddenly appear in Castle Cry? He had talked to each of the two people alone, why was that? Since then, Qi Leren had been wary and alert to Su He, seemingly for no reason. What was that reason?

He’d never thought about it.

When Qi Leren had come to invite him along on the Dream of the Holy Nun task, he’d happened to bump into Su He, who came to say goodbye to them... If all this was not a coincidence, but a deliberate plan by the Devil of Fraud... Then his role in this tragedy was as an accomplice who had pushed Qi Leren to his death.

"Let's go," Ning Zhou said in a low voice, walking towards the highest church of the Vatican.

The time left for him was running out. This long-dead field was losing its balance. If it was allowed to continue, it would collapse into a black hole and destroy the whole Holy City. Before that, he had to break this field and release the people trapped here.

Returning to the church, the half-destroyed building was magnificent under the sun, and the damaged angels in the square surrounded the disk with a diameter of four or five meters. Now Ning Zhou knew what it was. It was the Vatican’s statue of Maria, and Maria's will had revived it, holding high her sword of judgment and killing the Devil King.

Once again when he stepped toward the building, his heart, which had already been riddled with holes, fell into mourning again. Just remembering the mood when he’d pushed the door open the previous time, he almost lost the courage to push the door open again.

There was no time.

Ning Zhou took a deep breath and the wound on his stomach ached with pain. He put his hand on the door and pushed it forward.

The sun shone down through the damaged dome, like a bright blade of light, cutting the darkness.

Ning Zhou carefully circumvented the rusty blood trail on the ground, and the wandering soul came to the deepest part of the hall. Standing before the remains of the black dragon which had been stabbed through the neck and died by the sword held in Maria’s hands, he was filled with disgust.

That sword was the pledge of destruction.

Pull it out, cut open this dead field, and then everything will end.

This was what Dr. Lu saw when he came to the church-

Ning Zhou knelt on one knee in front of Maria, piously drew a cross on his chest, and the golden light lit up from him. Countless bright spots densely covered created the illusion of a six-winged archangel and the wings curled up behind his back. As the blazing angel stood, the huge six wings spread out and became pieces of golden light and shadow.

The illusory shadow of the blazing angel gradually became clear. Ning Zhou stood up and took a step forward. The majestic blazing angel also took a step forward and held out his hand.

The sword inserted in the black dragon’s neck began to shine, and the metal sword was inspired by the divine power, was slowly pulled out from the dragon’s body, and fell into the hands of the blazing angel.

An ethereal hymn came from the ruined church and countless golden and silver spots at his foot surged up like fireflies. The holy light lit up and the pure white enveloped everything, as if annihilating all the evil in the world.

The song continued, and the church that had been destroyed in the war seemed to return to its past brilliance. Dr. Lu, who was standing at the edge of the stone door, stared at all the incredible things in front of him. The cathedral in front of him was intact and countless believers wearing white church robes were passing by him like running water, walking towards the depths of the hall.

Just under the cross in the deepest part of the church, a holy nun with blonde hair and blue eyes was smiling at them. A sad smile that saw through all the mourning in the world and could easily heal the pain in people's hearts.

But the tears still fell unconsciously.

Dr. Lu looked at Ning Zhou, and the huge archangel behind him who held the sword in his hand, his eyes lowered in prayer. Ning Zhou, however, looked at the illusion of the Holy Nun deep in the hall sadly and sentimentally and walked towards her step by step.

The blonde Holy Nun smiled at him gently, held his face, and dropped a gentle kiss on his forehead.

The illusion disintegrated and the figure of the holy nun disappeared, the countless praying believers disappeared, and the magnificent church disappeared... The lonely Ning Zhou stood in the ruined hall facing the huge cross and drew a cross on his chest.

Blood and tears, life and death, crime and punishment, first and last, everything came to an end here.

The blazing angel holding the sword opened his eyes. He held up the sword of judgment belonging to Maria and a brilliant halo condensed. Even the sun could not compare with its shine at that moment.

The sword was lifted and swung in the direction of the rising sun in the east—

The world was silent for a moment, and then the next second the sky was torn apart, the earth was divided, and countless fragments fractured from the gaps in the sky like a broken mirror, falling apart and then disappearing into the air. The Holy City, which was once hidden in the field of Holy Nun, finally returned to reality from its temporal space.

The Dream of Holy Nun was overlapping with the Nightmare World, and the people living in the dream were returning to reality - a bloody and cruel world ravaged by demons.

The blazing angel who’d pulled out the sword sighed at the falling sun. It was not the real sun, but the illusion constructed by the Holy Nun in her own field. When the field was broken, it also fell with it.

The blazing angel's light was getting weaker and weaker, and some strange black fog rose from his feet and began to pollute the holy power. The blazing angel looked at Ning Zhou in astonishment. He did not understand why the devout believer suddenly wavered.

The sword of judgment was falling and the huge blade was gradually shrinking, turning into a sharp sword that pierced the ground in front of Ningzhou. He slowly opened his eyes, and his blue eyes were faintly flashing with crimson light.

Ning Zhou painfully covered his face and grasped the sword of judgment inserted in the ground. The power from Maria poured into his body silently, calming the restless demon energy. When he opened his eyes again, the red colour of his eyes had disappeared without a trace.

The blazing angel summoned by faith dissipated, his golden figure gradually turned into nothingness and the beautiful wings behind scattering and falling, like dandelions blown away by the wind. Gold, silver, sporadic pieces of black, and countless feathers flew to the earth in the wind. Among them, a black feather whirled in the air, colliding with a small blue and white fallen flower, and the petals were pushed by the black feather, riding the wind again and flying farther away.

It fell slowly and floated into the quiet Garden of the Holy Tomb.

Under the warm sunshine, the blue and white petals whirled down and gently kissed Qi Leren’s cold lips.

Gentle as a lover's kiss.

[Player Ning Zhou has completed the task The Dream of the Holy Nun. The task completion rate is 117%. Obtain special task clues and reach the Purgatory deep in the Underground Ant City within 30 days for the next task to auto-trigger. If it becomes overdue, it will be regarded as giving up the task.]

[The reward is 90 survival days, and the unexpected factors interfering with the task progress have given an additional reward of 10 survival days.]

[Data synchronization countdown, ten, nine, eight...]

"Cancel the transfer," Ning Zhou whispered.

The beam wrapping around him disappeared. He would be transferred back to his residence after the original mission was completed but, since the mission was in the main world, he could also cancel the transfer and go back on his own.

Dr. Lu, surrounded by the transmission beam, said eagerly: "Then I won't go either... Cancel the transmission!"

Transmission cancelled.

"Aren't you going back?" Dr. Lu asked in a low voice.

Ning Zhou shook his head and looked ahead with dim eyes. The illusory sunrise had fallen, the real sun was hanging in the sky, and the fog outside the Holy City had dispersed. Those wandering demons would soon find their way here. The residents of the Holy City had been at ease for too long and they didn't even know how horrible the outside world was now.

They were sheltered by the wings of the Holy Nun for twenty-two years. But they don't know that their peace could no longer be maintained and that the false peace will eventually be broken. Those who were used to this peace were vulnerable to reality.

"I need to contact the Holy See’s headquarters, evacuate and transfer residents... and I must catch up with the Devil," NingZhou said, walking towards the outside of the church.

Dr. Lu followed in his footsteps and looked at his back. He was speechless.

They walked down the steps of the old site of the Vatican and stopped when they passed the Garden of the Holy Tomb. Dr. Lu thought Ning Zhou would walk in, but he didn't.

The gold and silver rays of light that had been hovering over the church slowly lowered, shrouding the Garden of the Holy Tomb as if it had been wrapped in a golden enchantment. The eagle flew out of the garden, a small branch of blue and white petals in its mouth, and it dropped these into Ning Zhou’s open hand.

Ning Zhou quietly looked at the petals and slowly clenched his palms.

He turned away without saying a word.

He was ready for any trial. Even if he would suffer forever in the fire lakes of hell after death, he would bravely tell his God that he loved this person, no matter right or wrong, no matter life or death.

Leaving the site of the Vatican, they walked through the busy streets. The vacant residents didn't know what had happened. They talked loudly about last night's night of the new moon. Sporadic conversations drifted into Dr. Lu's ears and he suddenly shed tears.

"Roy is dead. God, he killed himself. What happened last night?" "Suicide? Isn't the night of the new moon supposed to make people disappear? Why did he kill himself? People who commit suicide can't go to heaven!" "He said in his suicide note that he was going to Purgatory to clear his sins. Did he do anything?" "Poor Roy, he has been depressed since his wife Susan disappeared a few years ago..." "I just saw the sun fall! What the hell is going on here?" "It’s said that the fog outside the city has disappeared. Can we go out?" "Really? Great! We can go out!" "Thank God, we’re free!"

These people who knew nothing about the filth and sacrifice were singing and dancing, simply feeling hope and happiness. They were so happy, their faces filled with happy smiles that made the whole world bright.

In this happy ending, two people passed through the joyful crowd in juxtaposition, one walking dead and the other in tears.

The wind was blowing. The gentle wind blew over every treetop, and the crumbling petals were blown off and sprinkled on the ground in a swirl.

In the Garden of the Holy Tomb, protected by an enchantment, there are many blue and white fallen flowers covering the grass on the ground.

Qi Leren, who slept quietly in the tree tomb, wore a black Vatican uniform, and those fallen flowers favored him, kissing his cold and pale cheeks again and again. He would sleep here and slowly decay over time, until he turned into bones - if there was no accident.

[Easter Egg: Players who hold coloured eggs will be resurrected and have all skills and items returned after seven days if they die with their bodies intact. If the player holds other resurrection items or skills, the order of using an Easter Egg is last. 0/1 usage times remain.]

Countdown to resurrection: 6 days, 17 hours, 32 minutes, and 58 seconds.

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Editor’s Notes:

[The reader has completed all main chapters of Welcome to the Nightmare Game part 1. The rewards of two fanart links have been obtained. The reader may access them {here} and {here}.]

[Unlocked: Epilogue chapter]

[Unlocked: Lighthearted extra]

[Data synchronization countdown, ten, nine, eight...]

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[ichigo-daifuku]

Biblical Sense

Obey Me! Fanfiction [Read on AO3]

Angel!Lucifer/Succubus

Frustrated with the state of affairs surrounding his father's rule in the Celestial Realm, Lucifer the Archangel descends to the human world with a purpose: to commit a transgression against the Most High and soil his virtuous hands.

There, he meets a succubus who leads him to engage in a different kind of corruption altogether, one defiling the virtue of chastity.

Explicit | Pre-Canon, Introspection, Mentions of Canon-Typical Violence, One Night Stand, Oral Sex, Loss of Virginity, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Blasphemy

Contains references to Lucifer's Devilgram Story, The Glory Days. 

Word Count: 7k

To know someone in the biblical sense is to have sexual relations with them.

In the beginning, the Morning Star descended from the Celestial Realm.

Engulfed by the brightest of the lights, he came down from the night sky like a shooting star. A thud resounded from his feet the moment they landed on the human world’s soil. He folded his wings, their brilliance fading as he switched from his armor of light to his casual clothing and assumed his human-like form. Alone in a garden, the darkness brought by the current time in this realm made him blink a few times, his eyes adjusting to this change for a moment while the chirping of crickets filled his ears.

Lucifer the Archangel stepped out from the shadows, fallen leaves crumbling under his feet with every step. Rumors had brought him to this place—rumors angels weren’t supposed to hear yet he was privy to due to his status. A wishing fountain stood in the middle of the courtyard, a little demon in its zenith wearing a hat and holding a pot that trickled the water down to its base. Surrounded by trimmed hedges, the scent of red and white roses hung in the air in the most intoxicating way possible that he could imagine the taste of rosewater on his tongue. Though calm and composed on the outside, the normalcy of this wicked place took him by surprise. He expected something more… sinister.

Beyond the maze of the courtyard, a mansion that could only be described as lavish stood. Its exterior’s grandeur was all he needed to see to know that whoever was residing in it was far from impoverished, but he supposed that would be the case for this was a territory of demons, the creatures of indulgence. He made his way closer to the mansion, noting no sign of anyone except for the lights illuminating the windows. His hands balled into fists, he stood in front of the tall doors, unable to bring himself to swing it open and be done with his purpose in a minute. However, his dilemma was short-lived as the lock clicked, the door creaking as it opened.

A woman revealed herself from beyond the wood, her stature barely reaching his shoulders. Long tresses cascaded over her back, the straps of the cotton white nightdress she wore hidden by the locks of hair falling on her shoulders, the hem reaching the middle of her thighs. Barefoot, she cradled two objects with her hand and separated them when she had let go of the knob.

“Apple?” Unfazed by his sudden appearance, she offered the fruit inside her outstretched palm to him, taking a bite of the half-eaten apple on her other hand.

It was unlike any regular apple he had seen before; a considerable portion on top of it purple while the bottom looked a regular green. Suspicious, he narrowed his eyes. “Who are you?”

“Don’t you think I should be the one asking you that question?”

Lucifer shot her a glare to which she responded with a sly smile curving up her lips. 

“A premium item found exclusively in the Devildom, Princess’s Poison Apple. Despite its name, it’s safe to eat,” she took another bite, the crisp sound an evidence of its freshness, and swallowed before adding, “and delicious.”

She loosened her fingers on the apple and shifted her wrist sideways, the movement leading his attention to shift from her face to the movement of her hand. On reflex, he reached out his palms and set them together to catch the fruit, the gravity of his actions dawning on him the second the deed was done. Pleased with the turn of events, she chuckled and raised her own apple as if she was saying a toast for their meeting and chewed on another bite.

It wasn’t Lucifer’s first time to encounter food from the Devildom, and it wouldn’t be his first time to partake in it. He brought the fruit closer to his face and inhaled. No strange scent emanated from it. He parted his lips and took a bite, the sourness of the apple and an unexpected sweetness blended perfectly with it satisfying his palate.

“It’s good, isn’t it?” she asked and spun around without waiting for his answer. “Come inside.”

Her nonchalance and her every action so far irked Lucifer, but he couldn’t complain when they worked in his favor for he would never admit to this strange apple being delicious. He bit into the apple once again and stepped inside the house, sealing the door shut behind him.

With quiet footsteps, she led him up the staircase and into a series of corridors. Portraits of females, both in demon and human-like forms adorned the walls, a variety of depictions of horned women performing illicit acts with mortal men alternating with them. He shook his head and sighed, finding these poor excuses of art tasteless.

“Ever been to the Devildom?” she asked out of the blue, neither looking back nor slowing down her steps.

“That’s none of your business.”

In truth, Lucifer had been to her world. Darkness prevailed in the Devildom, and he could still recall the way mud went flying everywhere and soiling his armor when his feet touched its ground. Up to this day, it was one of the worst experiences he has ever had, and he made sure that this fact was known to his hosts. Still, he had no reason to share the experience with this stranger.

“I’ve never been to the Celestial Realm myself,” she told him.

“For a good reason.”

“What was that?”

“Demons such as yourself have no place in the Celestial Realm.”

“I see. So, you really are an angel.” She faced him but continued walking backward, the spring in her steps an indication of her liking the confirmation of her suspicions.

He had just spit out an insult directed to her and her kind, so why and how was she, at the very least, unoffended? “How did you know?”

“I can feel it, the purity radiating off you.” She halted in front of one of the rooms, turning from him and opening the door. “It’s impossible to ignore and so… enticing.”

It was the same for him. An aura of evil radiated from her presence, masked by the fragrance of roses. He was unsure where it emanated, from her body or from the garden outside, but he recognized the sweet scent of it all too well: temptation.

She ushered him inside a drawing-room that matched the lavishness of the house’s exterior. A candelabra chandelier illuminated the space together with the lamps on the walls, the fire in the hearth contributing to the light and providing warmth to the space. The giant mirror hung menacingly by the bookshelf caught his attention at once. On the corner of the room, a sleek grand piano rested, an untouched chess game across it. An intricate table with matching plush seats served as the room’s centerpiece.

“Welcome. Feel free to sit wherever you like,” she said and exited the room, leaving him to observe the place for himself.

Out of curiosity, he wandered around, passing by the mirror and getting a glimpse of his reflection. He looked quite weary, he thought, but nevertheless, alert and ready for anything. Casting those thoughts aside, he strode to the bookshelf and scanned the spines for their titles, judging the residents of this house through them.

Before he knew it, she returned with a tray of refreshments and arranged them on the table. Swirls of steam flowed from the matching pair of teacups as she poured the fresh brew inside them. Beside each cup, a slice of sponge cake waited while other baked goods were also in the middle of the table, ready to be eaten.

“What is that?” Lucifer marched over to her direction and asked, his tone both cautious and accusatory.

“You might have already heard of it, but it’s called black tea.” She paid no heed to his unfriendly behavior and continued, “Teatime wouldn’t be complete without pastries, don’t you think so?”

He set his half-eaten apple on the tray and sat down. “There better be no strange ingredient in this, demon.”

An amused laugh bubbled from her lips. “I promise you, there isn’t.”

After serving the refreshments, she took her cup and saucer with her hands and sat across him, blowing the steam for a second before taking a sip. It was only when she had begun indulging in her slice of cake that Lucifer sipped his own tea, assured that he would not drop dead if he were to partake in whatever she had served him. He couldn’t help it; her hospitality left him unsettled. The brew was flavorful, yet he held back compliments and set the cup down. The lightness of the sponge cake would be the perfect pair for it, and he picked up his fork to take a portion but was halted midway by her query.

“You’re not going to say grace?”

“No,” Lucifer threw back irritatedly. It didn’t cross his mind to say grace at all, and the small victory on his part satisfied him.

“Interesting,” she commented and indulged on a forkful of sponge cake, dabbing the corner of her lips with a napkin.

Lucifer disliked how she was treating him like a spectacle. He was no creature for a demon’s amusement, and he had an urge to let her know of this fact, seeing how unguarded she was acting around him and how pleasant she was treating him. With complete sang-froid, this demon was underestimating him, but he wasn’t about to make the same mistake. He sized up his opponent and weighed in his options.

She picked up her teacup and leaned back in her seat, still as relaxed as ever. “Why are you here?”

“And if I told you I am not here for anything?”

“You wouldn’t have found this place if you weren’t. This mansion is a succubi’s den,” she stated and sipped her tea. “And in the human world, too.”

“A succubi’s den?” The rumors proved to be true; this was a place established by demons, but the fact that it was by the succubi was an unknown tidbit to him. He refused to imagine why the succubi needed a place like this in the human world, but with one of their kind sitting in front of him, images of these female demons—including her—preying on unsuspecting mortals made their way into his mind so vividly that he had begun to wonder if the incubi had established something similar.

“Yes. Every being that comes and goes from this place is here for life’s carnal pleasures.” She crossed her legs, giving him a glimpse of the skin on her upper thighs, which he couldn’t decide if she intended to do or not. “So, tell me, angel, what is it that you are here for?”

Angel. She spoke the word in a way that it was almost like an affectionate pet name. He hated it. The implication of her statement sparked wrath within him. “You have no right to speak to me that way, vile succubus.”

To his surprise and further vexation, she didn’t even flinch at his tone or insult. “Do you want to leave?”

“I’m not going anywhere.” He would not. He wasn’t going anywhere until he had accomplished his goal. Once he had set his eyes on something, he would consider it done, and this wasn’t an exception.

“Alright. Let’s enjoy our tea?”

For a while, nobody spoke. The clink of the ceramic as she set her teacup down accentuated the pin-drop silence. He started eating his food in an attempt to collect himself and think rationally, as he always did. She let him be, filling his cup once she noticed it was empty and doing the same to her own.

As she placed the teapot down, Lucifer found himself saying, “To begin a rebellion.”

“Hm?”

“You asked what I am here for,” he replied, “that is my answer.”

He clenched his hands, the forlorn faces of his younger brothers etched inside his mind, the memory of the tears streaming down his sister’s face so crystal clear to him. So much has happened, and though his siblings were a messy bunch at times, they didn’t deserve this. It was the last straw. It was time to put an end to their suffering.

“Trouble in paradise?”

“Shameless creature. Why don’t you stop sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong?”

“True.” She chuckled and placed her elbows on the table, folding her fingers together and setting her chin on top of them. “An angel is going to sin. How lovely.”

There it was again, her fascination with him that bothered Lucifer so much. It made him want to expose her true colors—her nature as a demon—and push her buttons to make her lose her cool.

“Aren’t you concerned for your well-being?” he challenged, giving her a hint of his intentions.

“That depends. Are you here to kill me or are you here to sleep with me?”

“You seem to be rather calm about the first prospect.”

“I’m not going down without a fight if that’s what you mean.”

“I’d be disappointed if you would.”

She stretched her arms and stood. Wordlessly, she made her way to the piano and picked up a ribbon he hadn’t noticed earlier from above it. Her fingers deft, she stepped in front of the mirror on the wall and gathered her hair. The delicate skin on the nape of her neck as she encircled her locks with the bow and tied it piqued his interest, and she met his eyes through her reflection, unsurprised that he was already staring. “Battle me, then.”

Lucifer had been scrutinizing her every movement, noting gracefulness up to the smallest of things. The challenge she issued took him out of the trance-like state he was having, and he internally chided himself for letting his mind wander.

“How very foolish of you to propose such a thing,” Lucifer replied. But also very bold, he didn’t say. He gestured over the laid out chessboard on the corner of the room. “Very well. Be my opponent in a game of chess.”

“A game of chess? That’s strange, but sure. If I win—”

“You don’t get to make the rules, succubus,” he said with a glare. “If you defeat me, I’ll spare you and leave, but if I win, I’ll choose what I’ll do with you.”

“I didn’t know that angels had it in them to be so unfair.” She turned around, pleasantly surprised. “But since everything about you is so irresistible, I agree to your terms.”

Irresistible. She wasn’t the first demon he had the chance to encounter, but everything she said threw him off. The sight of the hair behind her back bouncing as she strolled to the chessboard attracted his attention, but this wasn’t the time to dwell on his initial impression of her. He followed suit, aiming for the dark crystal pieces he had always favored over the light and clear variations. It seemed she was in agreement with this as she immediately went behind the clear pieces and sat down.

“Ladies first,” he urged.

“My, what a gentleman you are.”

Foolish demon. He was giving her a handicap, yet all she was thinking of was how much of a gentleman he was? She was careless. The two of them sat closer now as compared to when they had their refreshments. Lucifer’s eyes darted from her to the chessboard she examined, clearing his throat the moment he found himself distracted once again. Her dainty fingers moved a pawn forward to another square, and the game officially began. Strange as she was, it didn’t take long for her to ask him questions.

“Is it true that it’s eternally daytime in the Celestial Realm?” she queried once it was her next turn.

“What do you think?” he fired back absentmindedly, deciding on which piece to move. He broke into a pleased smile as he made the first capture and eliminated her pawn, placing it on his side.

“There it is,” she pointed out.

His eyes flickered from the chessboard to her. “What?”

“Your smile. It’s radiant.” She smiled in return and chuckled. “You seemed tense. It’s fine. There’s no one for you to impress here. It’s just me.”

“You know nothing.”

“You’re right about that, I don’t. Are all angels this stoic?”

“Is that an insult?”

“Only if you consider it one,” she quipped. “Well? Are they?”

“Don’t be stupid.”

“Good to know.”

If there was anything he learned from his loss in another chess game with a certain demon, it would be underestimating his opponent. She might look all innocent and conventionally attractive, but she was still a demon; a cunning creature of the dark who existed to bring disorder and chaos, wreak havoc among the three worlds, and exploit the weaknesses of her enemies. He just knew she was setting a trap somewhere and fooling him, but to his frustration, all she did was continue firing one question after another.

“Do you have any siblings?”

“I have several brothers and a sister.”

“I see.”

Her lips curved into a frown as she calculated her next move. Up until that moment, she had been nothing but all smiles, but the seriousness in her demeanor caught his interest further. She moved a rook in silence. Every time she asked him something, he assumed she would share about herself, yet she never did. How odd.

“What about you?” he asked.

“Hm?” She raised her gaze at him, pausing her competitive train of thought. “You could say my fellow succubi are my sisters, in a way?”

He nodded, considering the thought. In his long existence, his one and only sister has caused him so much trouble, but she was the dearest and most precious angel of all, the one he and his brothers adored and doted on. All that aside, he could only imagine how life would be like with a lot of sisters. At the furrow that made its way into his brows, she began laughing. For an evil creature, the peal of her genuine laughter was similar to carefully crafted notes in a musical piece, and Lucifer found it hard to believe that he was able to make such a comparison.

She proved to be a worthy opponent, he would give her that, but not good enough to beat him. Despite her assumption that she has a chance of winning, he captured all of her pieces with only a few to spare on his own. 

“Checkmate,” Lucifer stated proudly, ending the match.

Her shoulders slumped in defeat as she stood and sauntered to the tall window, gazing over the courtyard. Lucifer concluded that she must have known the moment he stepped foot on the succubi’s property. His train of thought was cut short as the breeze billowed her hair and the skirt of her nightdress, the curtains in rhythm with them, hiding and revealing her from his sight in flashes. The moonbeam illuminated her form in the most unearthly way, and his throat bobbed as he took in the sight to behold. At that moment, she was far from the horrific creature that he assumed she would be, but the certainty that she was a demon—a succubus—stood out, for she possessed a beauty so sinful that he had no doubt only a being meant for seduction could be so alluring. Like he was being summoned by a siren, he stood and followed her, the air highlighting the fragrance of roses which, right now, in all the senses he possessed, felt holier than incense.

“Do it,” she dared as she lifted her head to look his way, the fire in her eyes telling him that she truly wasn’t going down without a fight.

This night was the turning point in Lucifer’s life. In the clash against his father, his siblings needed not to stain their holiness nor stand beside him; he was prepared to do this on his own. Still, he had a hunch that they would follow him for all of them had always counted and trusted his decisions, but if that were to happen, as their eldest brother, he needed to be the one to take the brunt of everything, especially this initial step. Determined, Lucifer would soil his hands in an act of disobedience to his father. His holiness was one of the main ideals that tied Lucifer to him, and Lucifer would sever it and burn the image his father expected of his son, tainting his purity and showing his father that he was no longer his child. His father, all-knowing and all-powerful, would know at once when Lucifer would appear before him that Lucifer disobeyed. As his father organized the appropriate chastisement meant for him, Lucifer would face him without regret and declare, I will no longer follow you.

Lucifer would scale the heavens, and above the stars of his father, he would set up his throne. He would ascend above the tops of the clouds. In the process, he would leave no stone unturned. Always true to his convictions, he vowed to reach his end goal, and this was a leap in the path he was walking on.

To soil his hands with another’s blood or to defile the virtue of chastity; she had asked him earlier which one he was here for, and though he evaded the question, she was able to tell which was the answer in the end. In truth, he had only had the former in mind. The sin he aimed to commit was murder. A demon would be dispensable, he had decided, and it wouldn’t matter if there were one or a hundred demons in this mansion; he came prepared to destroy all of them with his bare hands, and if he were to be severely outnumbered, he was equipped with the dagger hidden in his coat. It turned out, she was alone. This succubus would be no match against him, a high-ranking angel, one of those who wielded the most power in the Celestial Realm.

But in the game of seduction the two of them played the second their gazes connected, the wide eyes that had stared back at him with intrigue when the door opened held him captive. He was the one who was no match for her.

Lucifer has had enough denying it; he coveted her. She would be his ruin.

He took her by the wrist and pulled her against him, unable to discern what sort of unholy spirit was taking over his body but meaning every word as he whispered, “Sin with me.”

“What?” she exclaimed, bewildered. She was expecting him to strike and fulfill his original purpose, not coax her into giving in to her lecherous desires. “No.”

“No?”

“No.”

“You refuse me?” he clarified disbelievingly. This succubus, a creature who lived and breathed concupiscence, was rejecting him, Lucifer the Archangel, and his proposition. “You dare refuse me?”

“Don’t get the wrong idea, angel. This is difficult for me, maybe even more than it is to you.” She glared and shook her wrist from his grasp, staggering backward to put space between them. “This wasn’t what you were here for. You were here for your bloodlust, not your lust.”

He supposed it was correct; she was drawn to his light while he was enticed by her darkness. It was true yet ironic that an angel and a demon would be each other’s temptation, but here they were, the very manifestation of the iniquitous idea. 

His resistance thrown out the window, Lucifer stepped closer and pulled her in again, trapping her body with his by the window. He slowly dipped his head, his heated gaze connecting with hers in a silent challenge while hers searched for an ounce of hesitation in his choice, her resolve faltering when she found none. The tips of their noses brushed, and her eyes fluttered closed, his own doing the same at the first caress of their lips. She kissed him back, pliant and eager when his tongue slid to the seam of her lips and met her own, satisfying each other’s curiosity but awakening another hunger altogether.

She pulled away, close enough that their lips barely touched but still shared each other’s warmth. “You’re actually serious about it?”

“I want you,” Lucifer stated as he traced her collarbone with his fingertips, cradling her shoulder with his other hand.

“I…” She averted her gaze. “I want you, too. Of course, I do.”

“I know. Don’t think I haven’t noticed,” he stated, the blush on her cheeks telling him as much. “Where’s your room?”

“Right across this—”

That was all he needed to know. He wasted no time and took her hand in his, leading her to her bedroom. Once inside, he removed his gloves and coat and hung them on a chair, his vest following suit. As he loosened his tie and pulled it off, he chuckled at the feeling of her gaze boring into his back and pointed out, “You’re looking at me so wantonly.”

“I think I’ve been doing that for quite a while now…”

He turned around and strode closer to her, giving her a challenging stare. “Show me what’s been running inside that mind of yours, then.”

She reached out and unbuttoned his shirt, taking all the time in the world and savoring the slow pace of revealing his skin. With hesitant fingertips, she brushed over the contours of his abdomen, moving upward to splay her hands over his torso before taking his shirt by the collars and discarding it. She kept quiet and continued to take in his appearance up close. Warm palms reached to cradle his cheeks and slowly moved to touch the hair on the sides of his forehead, coming back to trace his jawline. Her touch was gentle, and her was voice full of reverence as she said, “Everything about you is so radiant.”

A strange feeling washed over him and caused his skin to flush, and he sought her lips again before she had the chance to notice. He carded his fingers through her soft locks and caressed the nape of her neck, his palm sliding over the small of her back to draw her closer. She broke the kiss and pressed her lips on his shoulder, moving down to his chest and his abdomen, worshipping his form. With a glance at him, she sank to her knees, and Lucifer has never seen a more beautiful sight. From below, her hands worked to remove his footwear and undo his trousers, baring his body completely. At first, Lucifer thought that she undressed him for her eyes to have something to feast on, but all he found in her wide-eyed gaze was awe, as though she was a firm believer of a deity and was looking at one. He liked that; it stroked his ego and made him feel powerful.

It gave him a sense of pride.

“Open your mouth,” Lucifer commanded.

She swallowed but responded by doing as he asked which satisfied him, immediately knowing what he wanted. Her lips parted, she took the tip of his hard cock in her mouth and ran her tongue across it. Slowly, she slid his length further, all the while holding his stare, and her head bobbed forward and backward as she sucked him with zeal and innate talent that suggested her nature as a sexual being. He closed his eyes and marveled at the sensation in his groin, her hand that grasped his base running up and down in rhythm to the ministrations provided by her lips and tongue. How could something so sinful feel so heavenly? It was too good in the way only forbidden things could be, he was unsure if he could get enough of this feeling.

Caught in the haze of sensual pleasure, his eyes fluttered open and found her doing something which… displeased him. Lucifer cradled the back of her head with his palm and urged her to take him further, testing her limits. “Are you touching yourself? Who told you that you could do that?”

A strangled noise of surprise and confusion rumbled from her throat, making him release the groan he had been trying his best to hold back. She retracted the hand that was nestled between her thighs and placed it on the floor to steady herself instead. Satisfied, he released her and wiped her wet lips with his thumb, urging a response.

“I wanted to,” she answered haughtily, panting, “that’s why I did it.”

“Come to me, evil one.”

Her legs wobbly, she stumbled as she stood and braced herself with her hands on his shoulders. Lucifer let out a sigh of disapproval but proceeded to take her by the waist and hook her legs around his hips, carrying her to the bed. He undid the ribbon in her hair, leaving it to splay over the sheets like a grand halo, and between the two of them, it was difficult to differentiate who was the angel and the demon. The hem of her nightdress hiked up by the sudden motion, he leaned back, and his gaze traveled downward and was welcomed by the sight of her sex, dripping for him through the fabric of her underwear. After a curious swipe of his finger over the cloth, he said, “All you needed to do was ask, and I would have done it for you.”

She whined, shifting her hips in search of friction, her voice so pleasant in his ears that he yearned to do more to hear it again.

Did she add a dose or two of aphrodisiac in the black tea she served him? In the Princess’s Poison Apple she liked so much? Lucifer couldn’t recall, but he was positive she didn’t. He could find no explanation why he was being like this, his whole body blazing with arousal for this woman. “Or better yet…”

He tugged her underwear and slid it over her legs and feet, discarding it to the side. The longing to see the entirety of her led his fingers to trace her legs and slip the nightdress over her head. He was no stranger to the sight of a woman’s body, but it was the first time he stared at one with open desire. She was a true creature of sin. The idea that he would be a notch on her bedpost ruffled his feathers. It shouldn’t matter. No, it didn’t matter. It didn’t bother him at the slightest. A casual affair was all they were to each other, nothing more and nothing less. Unable to deny his yearning to acquaint his skin with this stranger’s own, he parted her legs. She obliged with a moan, her fingers shivering with anticipation as she encircled his shaft and stroked him before guiding him to her entrance. He slid inside her, groaning, but as he went on further, the tightness and the exquisite clench of her walls around him led him to an unbelievable conclusion. “You… You’re a virgin?”

“Don’t say it like that.” She turned her head away, covering her flushed face with the back of her hand, her chest heaving. “It’s not as if I’m completely innocent. I’m a demon, in case you’ve forgotten.”

“Then, why?” he asked, unsheathing himself from her and leaning back, confused.

She pulled away from him and sat on the edge of the bed, wrapping her arms around her naked body, vulnerable at her confession. “You could say that tonight is my initiation. My fellow succubi brought me to this world to lure a mortal man, seduce him, and become a full-fledged succubus.

“It’s all garbage to me. If I fail, I would be deemed unworthy and become labeled as a regular demon, and if worse comes to worst, I could die at the hands of my kind, but then again, I could have done so with yours tonight, and it wouldn’t have mattered. I’m still not going down without a fight.”

As these customs were unknown to him, the possibility of her strange sense of purity being intact was something that never crossed his mind. From the burning need in her gaze to the passion in her touches to the ardor in her kisses… This succubus was a temptress through and through, and yet...

She equated his quiet moment of contemplation with disgust. “We’ve accomplished your purpose tonight, haven’t we? If that’s all, you can leave.”

“No,” he growled, the audacity of her dismissal offensive to him. Lucifer grabbed her by her hips and returned her to where she was before—where she rightfully belonged tonight. Despite her assumption, he found it quite the opposite. To be the first one to bring this creature to the highest of the highs for the first time in her existence, he felt gratification and triumph. He pinned her wrists over the mattress and hovered over her, regarding her with both want and need, intent on finishing what he started thoroughly. “Don’t tell me what to do.” 

“But you… I… I see.” Her eyes flickered from his grasp on her to his carnal gaze, understanding. “Do you enjoy that? Do you like being in control?”

“Yes. Very much so,” he admitted.

She nodded, and as if she was repenting for her behavior, he felt her surrender and submission as her whole body went lax underneath him, giving him permission to do as he desired. Lucifer rewarded her with a kiss, an absolution she was more than happy to receive, her body quivering with anticipation for more.

And so, Lucifer knew her.

He parted her legs, aligned himself against her slick entrance, and once again eased his length inside. She shut her eyes, her eyebrows furrowing and moans falling past her lips with every inch of him she graciously received. Once he had fully buried himself inside her, his body tensed as he kept himself from unsheathing himself and thrusting into her again and again with wild abandon. 

Breathless, she opened her eyes and wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him to continue. “You don’t need to be so gentle. I’m not one to break so easily. I can handle you.”

At the reassurance, he found no doubt in her capability to do so, and for that he was glad. He was done holding back. “You asked for it.”

Guided by his primal instincts, he slammed inside her relentlessly, the grasp he had on her wrist tightening as his every thrust grew in intensity. It was a connection of two troubled souls: an angel and a devil in an act of consummation outside the sanctity of marriage. As he sank into her and her hips met his every movement, they crossed the line between the sacred and the profane. It was as if both of them were each other’s tools. Tonight, he was saving her by ruining her, and she was ruining him as a catalyst for his rebellion. But at the same time, no event in his existence has ever felt so intimate. A decision made with his free will, this was the night he welcomed the dark side he didn’t know he had, or perhaps, he has always had but laid dormant inside him—too enamored by his light to show up, but now shining in its own in the company of darkness.

At the frenetic pace of the meeting of their bodies, her hands clenched into fists, and she trembled underneath him and climaxed. No painting hung on the hallways did this moment justice: the sweat on her forehead, her reddened cheeks, her swollen lips—everything about her screamed unadulterated lust. Every detail dissolved into white light as he chased his own peak. His eyes shut, his jaw slackened, and his cock pulsated inside her with his release, leading him to loosen her wrists from the restraints of his palms.

As she took him in her embrace, found his lips with her own, and shifted their positions for another bout of their illicit liaison, she freed him from the noose surrounding his neck that was his halo. He should be feeling the darkness of the pit, yet he has never felt so high, the pure bliss that any promised land could never compare to taking over his whole being.

Lucifer had sinned.

And he saw that it was good.

Lucifer strode through the mansion’s courtyard, navigating through the zigzag of the maze as if it was second nature to him. The fragrance of roses stronger than ever, he sped past the fountain with the little demon, the water giving off a beautiful sparkle as the night slowly met the day. Soon, he was at the spot he landed on a few hours ago. As he was about to change into his natural form, a voice halted him and made him turn around.

“Wait!” the succubus called.

She emerged from the exit of the maze and ran toward him, barefoot, wearing that white nightdress again and smiling when she found him waiting for her.

Why wasn’t she wearing any sandals? Did she traverse in the maze with those bare feet of hers? Lucifer didn’t care, but through the confusion, he asked instead, “What are you doing here? Why did you follow me?”

“Here. These are for you.” She waltzed over to him and took his gloved hand in hers, securing the handle of the picnic basket she held in it. “More Princess’s Poison Apples and black tea leaves.” 

“I didn’t ask for these.” He attempted to hand the picnic basket back to her, but she shook her head and stepped out of his reach. 

“You liked them, I think, especially the apple,” she told him. “Who knows when you’ll get another chance to have a taste of this Devildom fruit? You’re welcome.”

He frowned, wondering if she was teasing him for trying to hide that fact. The picnic basket remained in his hand. If there was anything he learned in the few hours that he had known her, it was that she was not one to back down so easily, no matter what the circumstances were, including this one.

She roused him from his reverie by saying, “If you are already this beautiful in your human form, then I can only imagine how beautiful you truly are in your natural form.”

He masked his startled reaction with a sigh. Her assumption reminded Lucifer that she was unaware he was heaven’s most prized. To her, he was an angel who was about to stir trouble, and that was all she knew. He couldn’t believe he had almost forgotten that fact, but he still managed to admonish, “Flattery will get you nowhere.”

“Not if I’m being honest.”

“Vile succubus.”

“That’s me, angel.” She laughed and cleared her throat before continuing, “It’s none of my business, I know, but whatever you’re planning, it’s a big deal, isn’t it?”

He kept quiet, refusing to dignify her question with an answer.

She nodded, neither prying nor asking more. “It’s okay. I wish you the very best of luck.”

“I need no luck to succeed in it.”

“Maybe not.” She ambled closer to him and stood on her tiptoes, pressing a gentle kiss on his lips. “Take care. You know where to find me.”

How dare she brush her lips against his on her own accord, those lips he had so thoroughly kissed? How dare she suggest that the night they shared would have a repeat one day? How dare she suggest that he should seek her for another tryst? Though these questions plagued his mind as he gazed at her retreating form, a part of him knew deep down that she was someone he wouldn’t forget. The night he shared with her was a memory that would be branded inside his mind to last until the end of time.

It was the moment he had shifted his life into a new path with the defiance of his father’s insufferable orders and expectations. His transgressions—his blasphemous behavior—were serious matters his father would never let slide, and his fellow angels, the righteous and holy, would condemn his failure against morality. However, things had changed. All of those he had once loved about himself and now hated and strived to get away from no longer rooted his feet to the authority of someone else. He was no disciple who merely followed, and he would say no more prayers and sing no more praises. He existed no longer for his father’s purpose, but for his own. The sheer power of individualism spurred his ambition for he was now the master of his own fate and nobody else. He would no longer be invisible under his father’s shadow for he would assert his own greatness and take pride in his own merits.

“Be not afraid.”

“Why would I be afraid of you?”

Lucifer laughed, assumed his natural form, and spun around, the shining aura emanating from his wings faltering for a second before retaining their brilliance. He turned his head and took one last peek at her awed and stunned expression from above his topmost wings before he lifted his feet off the ground, leaving a beam of light in his wake as he went farther. Against the morning air, he flew high and soared in his own wings, the fragrance of freedom as fresh as the morning dew on the roses and leaves.

As the light slowly faded, she managed to collect herself and waved at him from below, wondering when their paths would cross again, if they ever would. When she saw him no more, she turned to leave, but something swirled down from the sky and caught her attention.

With a smile, she opened her palm and waited for the white feather to land on it.

Dawn had broken completely when the Morning Star ascended to the Celestial Realm. Standing in front of the gates of heaven, a revelation struck Lucifer and led him to stop and stare at the picnic basket in his hand.

He did not even know her name.

Special thanks to @photoproses​ for brainstorming with me and for being the first reader of this story.

And thank you, dear reader, for taking the time to read this! 💙

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Sarasaurusrex’s Kink Bingo Progress 2020

I’m so excited to start a new year of SPN Kink Bingo! It’s what got me back into the SPN community and writing fanfiction as a whole ♥ ♥ ♥ It’s been a crazy year and I looking forward to another!

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In Charge | tumblr | AO3 | Square: Vibrators Ship: Samwitch (Soulless Sam x Queen of Hell Rowena) Tags: Dom/Top!Rowena, Sub/Bottom!Sam, Pegging, Magic Bondage, Discipline, Dildos, Vibrators, Dirty Talk, Teasing, Scratching, Slapping, Edging, Cunniligous, Face-sitting, Kissing, Rimming, Lube, Buttplugs Summary: Sam Winchester pays the Queen of Hell a visit, but his request isn’t what the Queen expected—It’s much, much better.

No Rest For The Wicked | tumblr | AO3 | Square: Tentacle Kink   Ship: Sam x the Empty Tags: Tentacle/Goo Monster, Sam is swallowed by goo, Sensory Deprivation, Multiple Orgasms, All The Way In, Deepthroating, Milking, Sounding, Knotting, Slick, Beta!Sam Summary: Sam makes an unexpected deal with the Empty to free Cas. Is Sam in over his head, or is he actually a massive pervert? (Spoiler alert: he’s both)

Breaking Point Chapter 1 | tumblr | AO3 | Square: Omega Verse Ship: Samifer Warning: NON-CON Tags: Alpha/Bottom Sam x Beta/Top Lucifer, Rape, Bondage, Public Mating, Multiple Orgasms, Hell, Demons Summary: Sam is kidnapped by Lucifer who wants him as his vessel and his mate. Unfortunately, Lucifer can’t take either without permission. Will Sam break and say yes, or will he be saved? Chapter 2 | tumblr | AO3 | Square: Clothing Sharing Ship: Sabriel Warning: referenced Samifer rape and torture Tags: Trauma, Pain, Mild blood/injury, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Grace Healing, Protective Gabriel, Masturbation, Shame, Alpha!Sam, A/B/O dynamics Summary: Gabriel has raised Sam from Hell after being kidnapped by Lucifer, but Sam struggles to deal with the aftermath.The trauma he endured is overwhelming, he isn’t sure if he can trust the presumably dead Gabriel, and the torture has sent Sam’s body into rut.

Chapter 3 | tumblr | AO3 | Square: Clothing Sharing Ship: Sabriel Warning: referenced Samifer rape and torture Tags: Trauma, Pain, Mild blood/injury, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Grace Healing, Protective Gabriel, Masturbation, Shame, Alpha!Sam, A/B/O dynamics Summary: Sam struggles to deal with both his trauma and his rut, and is forced to make a difficult decision regarding Gabriel. Luckily, Gabriel is the one Archangel who truly cares for Sam. 

No Rest For The Wicked | tumblr | AO3 | Square: Bondage   Ship: Dean x Deacon (Folsom Prison Blues) Tags: Bondage, Handcuffs, Prison Sex, Discipline, implied pre-series Dean x Deacon, Age gap, no underage, Consensual   Summary: Dean’s decision to take a job in a prison had absolutely nothing to do with Dean’s crush on their dad’s old friend, Deacon. Nothing at all. Nope.  

At the Touch of a Button - Art | tumblr | Twitter | Square: BDSM Ship: Mooseley  Tags: Fanart  

Black Magic | tumblr | AO3 | Square: Choking Ship: Sam x Rowena Tags: top/Alpha!Rowena x bottom/Alpha!Sam, Pegging, Knotting Dildos, Dirty Talk, Choking, Breathplay, Hair-pulling Summary: What happens when Sam accidentally reveals his darkest fantasy?

Once in Purgatory, Twice on Earth | tumblr | AO3 | Square: First Kiss Ship: Dean x Benny Tags: Drabble, Purgatory, post-Purgatory, Enemies to Lovers, Secret Relationship Summary: A short drabble on how Dean and Benny shared their first kiss—and more importantly, what happened after.

Something Wicked This Way Cums | tumblr | AO3 | Square: Nipple Play Ship: Wincest Tags: Nipple Clamps, Edging, Semi-Public Teasing, Sex Toys Under Clothing, Exhibitionism(sort of) Summary: Sam convinces Dean to go to a Halloween party by making a bet: If he can make it through the whole night without touching himself, he can fuck Sam afterward. The catch? Sam knows that Dean has a kink, and Sam fully intends to exploit it all night long.

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[ladylilithprime]

Fic title: These Dying Embers

(Did you ever watch The Dead Zone with Anthony Michael Hall and see when Johnny's "dead zone" would flare and he'd get this Look on his face right before the camera superzoomed in on his eye and showed us what he was psychic-seeing? I swear my face made that exact expression when I read this title. XD)

HUMAN SOULS ARE incredibly resilient in unexpected ways. Lucifer thought he had "ruined" Lilith's soul, breaking it apart and stripping it down, corrupting it until it was a very literal shadow of its former radiant glory, and had declared humanity "broken, flawed, abortions" for their seeming frailty and ease of corrosion, dismissing them from consideration as worthy of the angels' adulation and their Father's favor over the shining purity that was the nature of His firstborns, His Archangels....

Lucifer was too short-sighted then, too limited in his own way by his lack of experience. The Visionary had not the depth of vision to recognize the true strength of a human soul in Lilith's transformation into the state that would come to be known as the First Demon. Despite the tortures and traumas, the rending and blackening of what used to shine with innocence and now smouldered with bitter knowledge, the soul had remained. Tainted, stained, ripped apart and rebuilt, it persisted in existing.

That was the miracle of humanity, Michael thought as he watched Lucifer reenacting his experiments on the surprisingly bright soul of Sam Winchester. Unlike with Lilith, this time Lucifer's torments and tortures held no deeper purpose than to cause pain, to hurt this human who had dared to best him, wrest control of his body from the Archangel whose might was second to none save perhaps Michael, and drag them both down into the Cage to be locked away, this time with Michael as unwilling company. Lucifer tore into Sam with a viciousness that might have frightened Michael once but now only made him ache for the brother he no longer recognized, and each time Michael made himself watch, hiding the soul of his own vessel carefully within his Grace so as not to alert Lucifer to another potential source of torturous entertainment.

He watched the soul be shredded, flayed apart until it seemed like little more than tattered strings, the once brilliant light flickering and fading. Only then would he move, draw himself up and fling himself at Lucifer, creating a ruckus and instigating yet another pointless battle that would inevitably end with Michael curled up against the wall of the Cage, still sheltering Adam, and watch Lucifer stalk back to resume his "experiments" on the soul that had somehow, in the lull provided by Michael's distraction, begun to pull itself together and rebuild itself into a cohesive whole once more.

Resilience, Michael marvelled to himself, was a fascinating thing... but even resilience had its limits, he noted, watching the soul take longer and longer to rebuild each time, becoming less whole every time Lucifer's attention waned from Michael and returned to his toy. And so Michael counted down the millennia, hiding the truth of the time that passed within the Cage from Adam and letting the truly innocent human believe time here was no different than time on Earth, and counted down the centuries it took for Sam Winchester's soul to dim until, one day, it disappeared completely.

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[obaewankenope]

"I read a fic a while ago that had Az and Crowley painting the bookshop and when Az rolled up his sleeves, Crowley was "tempted" and now I cannot stop thinking about the concept. Az tempting Crowley? Entirely on accident? On purpose? His temptations being more gentle than a demon's and has a lovedrunk affect? Him using it to get Crowley to do absolutely anything (after getting full consent ofc)? My new kink" -retyped by fucker so you can respond properly to an incredible prompt

Okay, thank you fucker for resending me this. To the original nonnie, my sincerest apologies for tumblr fuckery. Now onto the prompt! [AO3]

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Thebookshop needs painting. Well, it doesn’t. The paintjob it’d had in the earlytwentieth century is still good—in Crowley’s opinion—but it seems thatAziraphale feels it needs a little updating[1]. Crowley’s suggestions ofcolours are all clearly ignored by the angel who putters about the bookshop,arranging books here and there so they are out of the way of the paint. Aroller and some rather nice looking brushes are on a small side-table with twotubs of paint in shades Aziraphale refuses to allow Crowley to see just yet.

Crowleyis seriously considering a miracle to find out the colours because come on all ready angel! You’re takingforever when Aziraphale does something rather unexpected.

Heremoves his coat.

“Angel?”

“Hmm.”

“Whatare you doing?” Crowley is rather proud of the way his voice doesn’t catch orwaver and is exceptionally thankful he’s still wearing his sunglasses—thanksomeone for the sunshine today—because he is rather shamelessly staring atAziraphale calmly placing his coat on the back of a chair.

“WellI can’t exactly decorate with my coat on now, can I?” Aziraphale gives Crowleythe look one usually receives when the person they’re talking to thinks they’veasked a rather stupid question; one with a clearly obvious answer that doesn’tneed stating aloud. “I’d hate to get paint on it.”

“You’rean angel, you can literally miracle it away,” Crowley points out, shifting onthe sofa he’s claimed as his ever since the bookshop opened.

Aziraphalefrowns at him. “But I’d know the stain was there,” he says and that’s a pout onhis face, the same pout Crowley has seen on Aziraphale’s face when the angelwants something but won’t actually ask Crowley for whatever it is. It’sthe Please Indulge Me pout and Crowley hates loves it fiercely.

Crowleylets his head flop back so he can’t see Aziraphale anymore, the gesturehopefully conveying to Aziraphale that Crowley is done with his behaviourrather than overwhelmed by looking at his angel without his coat. It’s- it’s-it’s obscene really. Aziraphalewithout a coat on. The soft beige tone of his overcoat is something Crowley hasactually found rather pleasant to see and he’s long grown used to Aziraphalealways wearing it.

Withoutit, the angel seems—if Crowley were ever to admit it aloud—rather vulnerable.Meek. Mild. Things that Aziraphale must assuredly is not.

Hestares up at the ceiling, resolutely ignoring the sounds of Aziraphale makinghis way about the bookshop, the noise of the roller in the paint-tray, thescrape of paint-bristles on the wall. They blend together in a gentle sort ofmelody, a calming tune that has Crowley relaxing into the sofa more and moreuntil his body does that thing where it twitches in an awkward way and bringsyou right back to alertness.

Crowleylifts his head, easing the ache in the back of his neck from having his headback for so long, and looks in the direction of the working melody he’s beenlulled by. He’s greeted by the sight of Aziraphale standing on a small set ofladders, the type with only two steps, body stretched as he reaches the edgesof the wall and spreads paint along the top—cutting in, humans call it.Aziraphale is, for an angel, not quite as fit as he probably ought to beaccording to Gabriel the fucking archangel who thinks the perfect form for anangel is himself. Crowley finds Gabriel to be actually quite repulsive. He’s ademon, he can sense sin and Gabriel—oh so mighty and bright and Holy Gabriel—isbrimming with sins both big andsmall. It makes the archangel repugnant for Crowley who is of the opinion thanan angel should be—well—Holy and goodand kind and strong. All the things that Aziraphale just so happens to be[2].

Butback to the view Crowley has of Aziraphale right now. It should be fine—it’s a view Crowley can somewhat appreciate with thesafe distance of being on the sofa away from the object of his gaze, securethat at least he won’t make an utter fool of himself with his gawping—but unfortunatelyfor Crowley, it seems that the universe has decided to both tempt and destroyhim in one swift act. Namely, Aziraphale with his shirtsleeves rolled up to theelbow, wrists and forearms naked for all the world to see, and two top buttonsof his shirt at the neck undone to allow him to breathe better without hisbowtie in the way. It is, Crowley can admit, a mesmerising sight, but it isalso a sight that has Crowley hissing out at the flare of Desire that flashesin his body, making him want to reach out with his long fingers and touch thatlovely revealed skin.

Suchbehaviour is most unbecoming of a demon but very typical for Crowley and,thus, the demon known as Crowley is stuck staring helplessly at a decadent-lookingprincipality who has no idea the affect and effect he has onsaid demon.

Orthat’s what Crowley thinks at least.

Outside of the perspective of Crowley, thedemon from hell who is a serpent and creator of original sin, it is much easierto witness the fact that Aziraphale, principality and guardian of the easterngate of Eden, is very much aware of the effect he’s having on the demonCrowley. It is, to put it bluntly, very entertaining for an all-seeing,all-knowing being to witness. A good way of passing the time that unfortunatelyhad to be made in order for mortality to be a thing.

Theonly thing the omnipotent and omnipresent being is missing is some popcorn butcreating popcorn out of nothing can be a bit hit-or-miss[3].

Dueto the demise of Crowley’s only braincell, it is easy for the demon to miss theway Aziraphale subtly glances at the reflection of said demon in the window tothe angel’s right; a window that provides a fantastic view of Crowley on thesofa at an angle it otherwise shouldn’t be able to provide. But that’s whatmiracles are for, aren’t they?

Aziraphale,meanwhile, is seriously contemplating calling for Crowley’s assistance justmoments before he has to stretch a little further to reach a little higher withthe paintbrush. The principality had considered simply miracling the bookshop paintedbut had, ultimately, decided otherwise after one evening at the Ritz when he’dnoticed Crowley’s rather distracted focus on his wrist when Aziraphale had spilthis wine and fussed over the ruined cuff of his sleeve. Crowley’s eyes,actually on display for once due to Aziraphale’s insistence, had been quitedilated—almost like a cat’s actually—and the golden ember colour bled beyondthe usual limits Crowley allowed it.

Aziraphale,that evening, had come to a series of conclusions regarding Crowley that haveled to this moment in the bookshop wherein his dear friend is currently a uselessheap of feelings on the sofa while Aziraphale steadily redecorates his bookshop.It is, considering everything, a case of “two birds, one stone” consideringAziraphale has been fretting over how to broach this Issue with his long-timefriend and… something else, but has dithered rather typically over the natureof how and when.

Removingseveral layers, rolling up his sleeves, and undoing buttons at his throat hasbeen remarkable effective in leaving Crowley in such a state that Aziraphale iswondering if it was a good idea to possibly rile the demon up so with so littlewarning on his part. But then, of course, the principality turns his head andcatches Crowley’s gaze—even through sunglasses, Aziraphale always knows when heand Crowley are looking each other in the eye—and makes the split-seconddecision that yes, yes it is a good idea and no, no he shan’t stop any timesoon.

Fromthe tertiary perspective here, we can witness the exact moment Aziraphale makesthat decision and the rather lustful tint to those angelic blue eyes that hasCrowley’s body burning even more than it was before although Crowley himselfconsciously misses the lustful tint. The benefit of having a subconscioussmarter than you, apparently, is that it reads cues and responds accordinglylong before your singular braincell is capable of even noticing said cues.

Itis a good thing Crowley is the curious sort by nature lest he be even moredysfunctional than he already is. And it is also a good thing that Aziraphaleis just enough of a bastard to recognise this fact and utilise it at the mostopportune of moments.

“Crowley,you know you could help,” Aziraphalesays, loudly and pointedly, with an arched brow and Crowley—dear, awkwardCrowley—makes a rather amusing sound that has Aziraphale wishing to smile. Hedoesn’t, but he does quite wish to, if only because Crowley has such a look on his face and it’s ever soamusing. Endearing, even.

“I-uh- angel,” Crowley says, as though that is a coherent response although,considering it’s from Crowley, that is acoherent response. Either way, it forces Aziraphale to roll his eyes at Crowleywho seems to find the act something else to make sounds over. “Right.”

“ReallyCrowley, what has gotten into you?”Aziraphale asks innocently. He’s not at all innocent or apologetic but it isentertaining nonetheless to pretend he’s oblivious to the effect he has onCrowley. “You seem all out of sorts dear.”

“Ngk.”

Aziraphaleraises an eyebrow. How fantastically eloquent of Crowley. Truly.

“Asalways, dear, I’m in awe of your commend of the verbal word,” Aziraphale drawlsand he sees the moment Crowley’s brain kicks him, recognising he’s being insulted,and the angel bites the inside of his mouth to avoid smiling. Trust Crowley tocome back from wherever his mind has wandered off because of an insult.

“Oi!I’m- I’m plenty good with words, angel!” Crowley sits forward on the sofa, shoulderblades up, chest arched, head positioned in the way Aziraphale has witnessedsnakes do in the past. Predatory posture. It’s ever so enticing for Crowley to dothat—makes Aziraphale’s own instincts flare a little.

Crowleyhas his tendency for all things serpent but Aziraphale has a certain fondnessfor all things avian. It makes their relationship all the more surprising and endlesslyfascinating. Any omnipresent and omnipotent being would find themselvesnaturally caught up in examining and analysing such a connection even if saidconnection weren’t between an angel and a demon who helped thwart the end ofthe world.

“OldShakespeare wasn’t anywhere near as gifted as them historians like to think!”Crowley scoffs. “Gave him half his bloody sonnets myself.”

“Oh.”Aziraphale gives him a look, purposefully pausing in his painting to lower thepaintbrush and he’s very aware of how Crowley’s eyes follow his arms, the waythe demon’s chest heaves a little harder than it typically does and the angel smiles. “I don’t believe you evermentioned that.”

“Well-uh-” Crowley fumbles. “I- didn’t think you’d be interested,” the demon finisheslamely.

“Iam.”

Aziraphaleplaces the paintbrush on the tray, a minor miracle ensuring it won’t get allpainty on the handle or dry out and descends the little two-step ladder. Theangel crosses the space of the bookshop, intimately aware of how Crowley’smouth opens a little, tongue barely darting out past those teeth of his andAziraphale remembers reading about how snakes smell. They use their tongue.

Witha thud of his heart, Aziraphale sits down primly beside Crowley who shiftsautomatically, instinctively, to accommodate the angel beside him. A snap offingers and they both have a cup of tea each—Aziraphale is uncertain that winewould be a good idea at the moment; though he is tempted.

Crowleygulps the tea while Aziraphale politely sips at it, the angel watching the waythe demon goes at the cup like one would go at water when dying of thirst. Hewaits just long enough for Crowley to gain some measure of control over himselfbefore purposefully reaching out and laying a hand on Crowley’s arm, a little bitvindictively pleased at the way Crowley shudders beneath his hand.

“Shareone of those sonnets that are yours?” He asks though it’s more of a commandbecause Crowley—for all that the demon insists he is a demon and evil and thusobeys no one—has always caved to Aziraphale’s demands; usually with somewhining and complaining but seldom has Crowley refused him. Now is another timewhere Crowley caves to Aziraphale and it probably has more to do with the wayAziraphale’s thumb is stroking lightly on the smooth material of Crowley’ssleeve, his golden-pale skin offset beautifully against the dark black ofCrowley’s clothes.

“’kay.”

Thisis the point, readers, where things Change with a capital C for both angel anddemon. Perhaps it’s the metaphorical dropping of a penny, or some other metaphorthat conveys the sense of realisation, but both Aziraphale and Crowleyrecognise the Shift in their relationship at this very point in time. It is apoint that they will both think back on in years to come and smile rathergoofily. At this precise point however, we have Crowley beginning to blush,fingers fidgeting with the fine bone china cup in his hand, while Aziraphalestares at Crowley’s face and his thumb continues to stroke the soft fabric ofCrowley’s sleeve. It’s an intimate, emotive scene and ever so suited toadmissions through poetry if I do say so myself.

“Devouringtime, blunt tho the lion’s paws,

Andmake the earth devour her own sweet brood;

Pluckthe keen teeth from the fierce tiger’s Jaws,

Andburn the long-lived phoenix in her blood.

Makeglad and sorry seasons as thou fleet'st,

Anddo whate'er thou wilt, swift-footed time.

Tothe wide world and all her fading sweets.

ButI forbid thee one most heinous crime;

O,carve not with thy hours my love’s fair brow,

Nordraw no lines there with thine antique pen.

Himin thy course untainted do allow

Forbeauty’s pattern to succeeding men.

Yet do they worst, old time;despite thy wrong

My love shall in my verse ever liveyoung.”

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[1]Considering how out of date Aziraphale himself happens to be, it’s no stretchof the imagination to assume he means a slight change in the shade on the wallsto update it by a ten year margin or something else equally out-dated in theeyes of the modern world today.

[2]Gabriel’s hypocrisy when it comes to the Ideal Angel Form is no where moreapparent than when you look at Sandalphon who is short, snivelly and lessappealing to look at than a sack of rubble dumped in the Tiber. Crowley hasstated this to Aziraphale before, multiple times and rather directly, over somewine and thus has witnessed the amazing sight of Aziraphale spitting out hiswine and laughing himself silly. Crowley isn’t quite sure what is quite soamusing about his derision of Sandalphon but it amuses Aziraphale and he’s okaywith not quite understanding when Aziraphale is happy.

[3] Last time there was the matter of an accidentalearthquake and we wouldn’t want that to happen again now, would we?

[idabbleincrazy]

A Fish May Love A Bird

Pairing: GabrielxReader

Characters: Gabriel, Sam, Dean, Cas, au!Charlie Bradbury, Rowena, Jack Kline, mentions of other bunker residents

Word Count: 8009 (aaaahhhhh!!!! how did that happen?!)

Warnings: angst, some fluff, major blood loss, jealousy, idk what else

Summary: Gabriel wants to throw a Halloween masquerade. Reader is starting to realize feelings that weren’t there before. (i still suck at summaries)

A/N: this was inspired by this month’s Trope prompt on @gabriel-monthly-challenge Prompt: Mistaken or hidden identity because someone is in a costume or mask. It started out as a small idea, and snowballed from there. took inspiration from the movie Ever After (switched up the quote a bit to fit the characters better).

One Week Till Halloween

You were in the kitchen when you heard the bunker door thud shut. Cas and Dean were sitting at one of the tables in the library looking for a new case. You went about fixing dinner for your various new housemates until you heard Sam call for you from the library. You set the timer on the oven and walked out to see what he wanted.

“Yeah, Sam?” You walked into the library and saw the three men standing around a huge package set on one of the tables.

“Did you order something, y/n? This was waiting for us at the post office, but there’s no name on it. It’s just addressed to our P.O. Box; there’s no return address either.” Sam looked over to you as Cas reached out to the box slowly, face scrunched up as though trying to sense if there was anything unnatural inside it.

“No, I haven’t ordered anything since before our last case. Maybe one of the new guys did?” You walked over to the table and inspected the box. The box itself was unremarkable, but the shipping label, oddly enough, was handwritten in a long flowing script, almost as though it had been made with a quill. It was strange, to say the least.

Dean looked up from the box and shook his head. “No. We haven’t told any of them the address to it yet. Sam, go grab an E.M.F. meter, would ya? See if there’s anything haunted or cursed in there before we just go tearing it open.”

Sam went to grab the one he kept in his room and hurried back. He turned it on and moved it over the box, but nothing triggered it. Setting the meter down on the table, Sam pulled the box closer, reaching to undo the tape on the side of the wrapping.

“Ah, ah, ah, Sammy. Isn’t it a federal crime to open other peoples’ mail?”

The four of you whipped around, weapons drawn automatically to face the unexpected voice.

“Brother”, Castiel sighed, slowly lowering his angel blade.

“Goddammit, Gabriel! We could have shot you, you know?” Dean holstered his gun, exasperated as always with the Archangel’s habit of turning his appearances into a jump-scare. “And what do you care if we open the box, anyways?”

“I care because it’s mine. I had wanted to make it a surprise for everyone, but Samsquatch beat me to it.” Gabriel sauntered from the entryway, stopping by your side, and taking the box from Sam.

You raise an eyebrow in curiosity and ask, “So, what’s the surprise then?”

“Well, sweet cheeks, I could tell ya, but I’d rather show ya.” He scoops the box into his arms and turns to walk back the way he came. The four of you stare at him in confusion as he stops in the doorway, calling over his shoulder, “Make sure everyone gathers here after dinner, okay?”

A frown tugs at the corners of your lips as he continues back to his room. What the hell? Now, you were even more curious about his big secret. You turn back to the guys and shake your head. You decide there’s nothing for it but to wait and see, so you head back to the kitchen to finish up the cooking. The sooner everyone eats, the sooner you get to find out what’s in the box.

As you wait for the casserole to finish so you can start baking the variety of pies you prepared for dessert, you let your mind wander back to Gabriel. You had been hunting with the boys for a few years now and had heard quite a few stories about the tricky Archangel. When you had met him a few months ago, after Ketch had rescued him, and after he completed his ‘Kill Bill’ mission, the two of you had quickly developed a friendship. You found his silly puns and flirty looks a refreshing change from all the overprotective-brother vibes you’d received from the Winchesters and Cas.

Of course, you always gave as good as you got. He’d give you one of his smoldering smirks and you would toss back a playful wink and a bubbly giggle. You knew it was all in good fun, and what could you say; you enjoyed the attention. The band of survivors you guys had brought back from apocalypse world were nice and all, but none of the guys seemed to care much for actual flirting. You couldn’t really blame them though, they were nearly a decade out of practice. Those guys, they preferred to jump straight to the finish line. You, on the other hand, preferred the thrill of the chase; even if you didn’t get caught in the end. That’s what made Gabriel such good company. At least, until recently. Lately, something in the dynamic had shifted. When he winked at you, sometimes you would feel a shiver start its way up your spine. Or you would feel your heart start to race when he made one of his flirty comments. Somewhere along the line, you had started to fall for that golden-eyed trickster.

The buzzing of the oven timer brought you out of your thoughts and you shook your head to clear it. You heaved a sigh as you took out the casserole, and nearly dropped it as you realized that in your distracted state, you had only put on one oven mitt. You let out a loud hiss at the pain, quickly setting the dish down on the counter. Running over to the sink, you turned the water as cold as it would get and shoved your hand under the faucet to stop the heat from causing further damage.

You let out a curse as you kept your hand there for a minute. After you pulled your hand from under the water, you gave it a close look. It had turned an ugly red color in a big patch on your palm. You tentatively tried closing your hand and immediately let out a yelp. You called out for angelic help. You had meant to send out a mental call to Cas but at the last second, your brain switched gears and reached out for Gabriel. Help.

He appeared before you with a soft flutter of hidden wings, on full alert at your less-than-specific plea. His shoulders relaxed when he saw there was no one else in the room. He steeped over to you, eyebrows knit in confusion. “Jeez, cupcake! A cry like that, I was ready for some serious trouble. What happened?”

His eyes softened when he saw the way that your jaw was clenched and how you cradled your burning hand close to your chest.

“Just me being a klutz again. Burned my hand taking dinner out of the oven”, you gritted through your teeth.

He slowly pulled your hand towards him and placed a finger on the center of your palm as gently as he could. Soft, while light glowed from it and you could feel the pain receding as your skin returned to its healthy, normal shade. You looked up at him and could see a spark of blue fading from his eyes as his Grace settled back within him. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you, sugarplum. Besides, can’t have you going off fighting monsters with a burnt hand, can we”, he winked at you, still holding your hand in his. “Now, I’ll just let you get back to it. I’m sure everyone’s good and hungry by now.”

With that, he let your hand drop from his and leaned in to place a gentle kiss to your forehead, as he often did any time you had gotten injured. Your eyes had closed at the touch and you didn’t open them till after you heard his tell-tale flutter of wings. You sighed and leaned your head back against a cabinet. What have you gotten yourself into now, you thought as you got back to putting the pies in the oven. You have got to get a grip.

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You managed to finish cooking everything without further incident and were just bringing out dessert when Gabriel and Castiel showed up to join everyone at the two long tables that now occupied the newly proclaimed dinning area. Being angels, they didn’t need to eat of course, but both of them usually came out for dessert or even just for the company. Angels weren’t meant to be solitary beings, after all. The pair of them took their seats as Dean went about passing out slices of pie to everyone.

Gabriel catches your eye from across the table and shoots you a quick wink, grabbing a slice of the double-chocolate mousse pie you knew he tended to favorite. You smiled back softly, feeling a sigh catch in your throat. You vaguely hear Charlie saying something to you on your left and manage to pull your attention away from the sugar fiend to focus on her. “Sorry, what?”

Charlie giggles quietly and quirks an eyebrow at you. “I was just saying how great this pumpkin pie is. There’s no way this came out of a can. Your baking game is definitely on tonight, I’m kinda jelly.”

“Thanks, Char. I’m glad you like it, it’s a family recipe, much better than store bought. If you want, I can teach you how to make it. I could use some help with the desserts, Sam and Dean are awful at it.” You continue a light conversation with Charlie as everyone enjoys their pie. Your attention now fully redirected, you fail to notice how often Gabriel flicks his gaze over to you.

Soon enough, plates are empty, silverware set down and conversations are winding down as the feeling of full and satisfied bellies start to lull everyone in to a relaxed state. Before anyone can leave the room, Sam stands up and asks you all to meet in the library in five minutes, and your interest is once again sparked as you remember about Gabriel’s secret delivery. Cas is on clean up duty tonight, which takes all of two seconds as he snaps the dishes from the table, cleaned and put back in their respective cabinets and drawers. You follow the others to the library where you and Dean immediately head over to get a drink from the Men of Letters stash of aged whiskey. You pour out two glasses and head over to where Charlie is standing and hand her one. Three minutes later, Gabriel enters, carrying the large box from earlier, still unopened.

“So, Gabriel, end the suspense already. What’s the big surprise”, Dean asks, throwing him an annoyed look.

“Well, I thought that since Halloween is right around the corner, and you guys haven’t had the chance to celebrate a holiday in, like, forever, why not throw a party? And not just any party; a masquerade!” With that, he snaps open the box and pulls out its contents to reveal a bunch of masks, no two alike.

“A party?” Sam starts objecting, “Look, I really don’t think…”

“No! He’s right.” You look up from the pile of masks on the table and face Sam. “We should celebrate. We deserve to. Lucifer is dead, Michael is stuck in that other world forever, things haven’t been this close to normal in a very long time. What more reason do we need?” You stare at Sam, hope in your eyes. You truly do believe a night of fun will do everyone a world of good.

Sam glances over at Dean, a silent conversation being played out between them as the rest of you just sit there. After a minute, Dean simply shrugs and walks back over to the whiskey, bringing the bottle back to the table to pass around. “Okay. Masquerade it is, then. Well, Gabriel, tells us all the rest of your idea.”

“Oh, thank Father! I thought I was gonna have to do a bit more convincing to get the Buzzkill Brigade on board.” Gabriel smirked up at Sam, who just groaned and rolled his eyes. “Anywho, back to business. This isn’t gonna be just your average costume party. I’m talking full-scale Ball, capital ‘B’! And, to keep things interesting, with everyone’s consent of course, I’d like to have Rowena cast a spell that will distort everyone’s vision, just enough to not be able to discern any identifying factors. You know, height, eye color, all that jazz.” Gabriel looked over at Rowena questioningly. She simply nodded in response.

“Is that really necessary, brother?” Castiel quirked his head, confused.

“Of course, it’s not necessary, little bro. It just makes it more fun! Jeez, have learned nothing in the past ten years?” Gabriel looked back at his brother in disbelief before turning back to the rest of the hunters who were actually starting to look quite interested in the idea. “As I was saying, no one is going to be able to identify each other until they choose to reveal themselves. This spell will also be placed on Cas and myself just to keep things fair. Now, so that no one will know who picked which mask, I’ve made it so that each of you can simply think of the mask you want, and it will get sent to your room. If someone has already chosen the mask, you’ll hear a little buzzer go off in your mind letting you know to pick another one, if not, you’ll hear a ding. So, if all of you would come over and look through the pile and make your decisions.

Gabriel stepped back to let everyone gather around the table and you got up to join them. You were surprised that even Ketch and Bobby seemed begrudgingly intrigued by the whole thing; they too were sifting through the masks, Ketch making a face every now and then at absurdity of some of them. You started looking through the pile, stopping here and there to admire a few of the more unique ones; a black old-fashioned Venetian mask with a silver pattern on it, a brass deer mask with antlers and even ears sticking out from it, a golden-colored wolf one and even a feathered mask with horns on either side that looked quite devilish.

Finally, you landed on particular mask and somehow knew immediately it was the one you wanted. It had two white Koi fish wrapped around the eyes with ornate sky-blue fins making up the rest of the face. The detail put into it was beautiful. You gently set it back down and kept the image of it firmly in your mind. Two seconds later, you heard a soft ding inside your head. You spent another minute looking around at the masks just to throw off the scent if anyone happened to be paying any attention. Although you weren’t sure why, you felt yourself getting swept up in the moment and wanted to be sure you did this right. If Gabriel wanted everyone to be strangers for the party, then a stranger you would be.

A few minutes later, everyone seemed to have made their decisions as, all at once, the masks evaporated into thin air. Resisting the urge to run straight to your room to check for your mask, you walked over to join Gabriel, Castiel, and the Winchesters as the rest of the group dispersed for the night, most of them still abuzz with plans to go shopping for costumes to wear. It made your heart light to see them so happy for once. The survivors had gone through so much over the past nine years, they deserved to have some fun, without having to worry about what might be lurking out in the night. It had taken a couple months for them to get adjusted to this world, but most of them seemed to be doing quite well. Freedom can a lot for a person.

You sat down between Sam and Gabriel and reached over to grab the bottle from Dean that was, surprisingly, still half full. “So, what on Earth made you decide we needed a party, Gabriel?”

“Well, you know me, I love a good party. This seemed like the perfect reason. Besides, what you said to Sam was exactly the case I was gonna make. You guys have been hunting non-stop for years, the people we brought back have been fighting for their lives for the longest time, and…well, I thought it was high time Jack got to let loose and have some fun.”

It didn’t escape your notice, the way he skirted past his own horrible experiences over the past nine years. You gave him a warm smile as you felt your heart squeeze in your chest at the thought of what he had been through. He had opened up to you a bit more than he had with the boys about what Asmodeus had done to him. He was far from fully recovered; you doubted he ever would be, but his Grace was back completely now and his mind seemed to wander less.

“I gotta admit, I’m already excited about it. I’m sure it’ll be a great way for Jack to spend his first Halloween. Just don’t forget, he’s got a soft spot for nougat.” With that, you got up, hugged everyone good night and headed back to your room.

Sure enough, your Koi mask was there, waiting for you on your pillow. You picked it up to look it over again, before placing it carefully in the warded lock-box you kept under bed. Mask hidden from any potential spoil-sports, you changed into your night clothes and quickly drifted off for the night.

Five Days Till Halloween

You came down the bunkers’ stairs with Charlie and Rowena, arms full of shopping bags. The three of you had decided to go the mall two towns over to pick out what you would each be wearing to the party. So far, you had all managed to keep each other from seeing what you had bought. You hoped to keep it that way. You had found the perfect dress to go with your mask and you wanted to see everyone’s reactions all at once on Halloween. It was an ankle-length, light blue mermaid-style gown, complete with sequins that looked like fish scales. The dress hugged your curves in all the right ways, though you doubted that would matter much, once Rowena’s spell went into effect. To go with it, you had also bought a pair of white strappy heels. The three of you went off to your rooms to put your things away and agreed to meet in the war room in ten minutes. Rowena needed some help preparing a few ingredients for the distortion spell she would be using on everyone at the party.

You entered the war room to find Rowena setting out some jars and bunches of dried herbs. You stepped over to the map table and looked around at the items spread out before you. “Exactly how complicated is this spell, Ro? There’s, like, fifty different things here.”

“Oh, the spell itself is quite simple. It’s the preparation that’s the bitch. Could’ve done with a bit more warning from the sweet-toothed angel. Thanks for the help, by the way.” Rowena gave you a small smile. For years, even in the midst of being enemies, the two of you had been rather amicable with each other. Now that she was firmly on team Winchester, she had softened towards you even more, in some moments, almost motherly. You didn’t question it, you knew she still wasn’t over the loss of Crowley, and if you could relieve a bit of that pain, you were glad to do it.

As you smiled back, Charlie entered and joined you at the table. “So, ladies, where do we start?”

Rowena looked between the two of you and pursed her lips. “It’s a bit boring, I’m afraid. Mostly just need to get these herbs ground up and ready to be steeped. I’ve worked out the math on how much we’ll need for the spell to work on 30 people for a full evening.” She pulled out a piece of paper from her spell-book and set it in front of you. “Each herb needs to be kept separate until the spell is about to be done. Let’s get to work, girls!”

Three hours later, you put the last of the ground chamomile into its jar, groaning as you twisted the lid tight, your hand aching from all the chopping. Right on cue, you heard a flutter of wings behind you. Gabriel came up beside you, resting his hand on your shoulder. You whipped your head up at him and were met with a beaming smile. “Heya, cupcake. You okay?”

“Yeah. Just my hand cramping up”, you replied with a wince as a flare of pain ran from your wrist to the tips of your fingers.

His hand ran down from your shoulder, along your arm, causing minute goosebumps, and he wrapped your hand in his, letting his Grace heal you. You let out a sigh of relief as the warmth traveled through you. His touch lingered a minute and you could feel the little aches pains gained from a day of shopping leave your body. You flashed him a shy smile. “Thanks, Gabe. What would I do without you?”

“Ah, sugar, without me, you’d be living the same life, just more boring and with more sore muscles.” He let go of your and shot you a wink before turning to check on Charlie.

You looked across the table to see Rowena staring back, an eyebrow raised and a small smirk on her lips. What, you mouthed at her. She simply shook her head and gave you a knowing look. You looked away first, a flush rising to your cheeks. After Gabriel helped Charlie with her aches, and Rowena denied needing healing, he stuck around to help you gather everything up to take back down to the room where Rowena kept all the things she needed for spells.

Just as the four of you came back up the stairs, Dean was setting out everything for dinner; it was build-your-own-burger night. Gabriel gave your shoulder a squeeze and left to go find Castiel. You headed over to the dinner table eagerly, you loved Dean’s burgers and had worked up quite an appetite. The only downside to when Dean did the cooking was that dessert would be store-bought. Luckily, there was an Archangel on hand who was more than happy to snap up something better, if need be. You ate your fill and went to bed soon after, the events of the day having as much of an effect on you as a grueling hunt.

Two Days Till Halloween

You paced back and forth in the library, coffee mug in hand, watching Sam clack away on his laptop. After being cooped up in the bunker the last two days with nothing to do except ponder over Wednesday’s party, you felt restless. Most of the other hunters were still out on cases they had left to investigate days ago. Dean, Cas, and Ketch were in Ohio chasing some rugaru. Mary and and Maggie were tracking down a wraith a few states over. The rest were spread out all over. Only a handful of you had stayed back.

“Anything. Just find something for me to fight. I don’t care what it is. Ghost, werewolf, hell, I don’t care if Gabriel has to zap us down to the border for a damn Chupacabra hunt!” You had stopped your pacing to stand beside Sam, hovering there as he looked through news sites for anything that might even hint at a case.

A minute or so later, he looked up from the screen. “Think I got something. It’s down in Iola, ‘bout an hour and a half away. A couple of bodies were found, drained.”

“Guess we didn’t totally wipe out the Fang Gang after all. Well, let’s take down a few more, shall we?” You left to go gear up, a gleeful spark flashing in your eyes at the prospect of a hunt. You decided to call Charlie, who had made a quick run into town with Jack to see if they wanted to join. Jack was well on his way to becoming a proficient hunter and something like this should be great practice for the kid. Charlie agreed and showed up at the bunker ten minutes later, just as you had finished gathering everything together.

The four of you piled into one of the cars in the garage; you decided to sit in the back with Jack to go over some last minute tips and to test how much he remembered about how to deal with vamps. About thirty minutes into the drive, he pulled out a few of the candy bars he had stocked up on earlier, passing them around. You thanked him and let out a chuckle as he tore into a 3 Musketeer’s bar, noting he still hadn’t given up his love of nougat. The kid had really grown on you in the past year and half, he was like the little brother you never got to have.

 full case fic here 

Eight Hours Later

Gabriel, h-help. Please, we need you…You hoped he would hear your broken plea as you struggled to hold on to consciousness.

The fight had gone horribly wrong. There had been more blood-suckers than you had been prepared for. You and Charlie had gotten separated from Sam and Jack; the three vamps you girls had been flirting with at the bar in town, in an attempt to get them alone, had quickly overpowered you once a few more of their clan had shown up, effectively distracting Sam as he tried to make his way over to the pool tables where you and Charlie were. You remember Jack trying to use his Nephilim powers against the vamps as you were being dragged out into the alley behind the bar. The last thing you heard before being knocked out was Sam yelling.

When you woke, you found yourself in what looked like an abandoned factory. Your head was pounding; you tried to reach up to check for blood, only to find your action stopped by the manacles around your wrists. They had chained you to the wall, Charlie similarly bound a few feet to your left. “Charlie? Charlie, can you hear me? Are you okay? Char, Charlie please answer me.”

The only response you got was a soft groan, but at least you knew she was still alive. There was still hope. Your head throbbed again and your vision blurred. You struggled to think of what to do next. You bit back a moan as you registered a pain in your shoulder. You turned your head to look, and could see now that your sleeve was completely soaked through with blood; you couldn’t remember how that had happened. Unable to think of anything else to get you out of this mess, not knowing how long you had till the vampires returned, you prayed to the one person you could think of in that moment. The one person you wanted to see most right now. Gabriel…please…hurry. I don’t know how long I can hold on…help us…Sam, Jack, I-I don’t know where they are. Your thoughts rambled on as you tried to stay awake. A few seconds later you heard the flutter of wings followed by a panicked voice.

“Y/n, y/n, oh Father, what happened?!” Gabriel crouched by your side, immediately snapping you free from your chains. “Sweetheart, stay with me now. I’m gonna get you outta here in a second, just hold on.”

You raised your head weakly to look at him as he went to check on Charlie. “You came. Oh, thank God, you came. Is she…?”

Gabriel pressed his fingers to Charlies’ forehead and her eyes fluttered open, widening as she took in her surroundings. “She’s fine, y/n. Charlie, can you stand? It looks like y/n’s lost a lot of blood, I’m gonna have to carry her.”

“Yeah, I think so”, Charlie groaned out as she attempted to do so. She was a bit wobbly at first but was able to lean against the wall as Gabriel rushed back over to you.

He knelt over you, brushing back sweat-matted hair from your face. You winced as he gingerly scooped you into his arms, careful not to touch your injured shoulder. “I gotcha sugar. I gotcha. Just hold on a little longer.” Once he had you, he grabbed Charlies’ hand and flew you both back to the bunker.

You had landed in the Dean Cave and Gabriel immediately laid you down on the couch, crouching at your side. Charlie hovered at the end of the couch, behind your head, not wanting to leave you till you were healed. “You can help her, right?”

“Of course, I can. I just needed to get you out of there first, this is gonna take more time to heal than your injuries. I got Sam and Jack back too, by the way; you might want to go let them know you’re safe.” He cupped your face and gently turned it away so he could get a better look at the wound.

The vamps had nearly drained you, it was a miracle you had held on as long as you did. One hand still caressing your cheek, he splayed the other one over your shoulder and you let out a soft gasp as the warm of his Grace spread through you. You closed your eyes as you felt your body healing, a flush rising to your face as you regained the blood levels to do so. Sure, Gabriel had had to heal you before, but it had never felt this intimate. He usually didn’t have to place his hand directly on the wounds, a touch on the head was always sufficient. This was different. His hand lingered on your shoulder a second longer than needed. You were afraid to look at him, afraid of what you might say. Instead, you focused on keeping your pulse steady.

“Sugar, look at me.” Gabriel nudged your face in his direction and you opened your eyes. You couldn’t quite read the look on his face. “Don’t ever do that again, you hear me? That was too close a call. Next time, you call for me as soon as shit starts to hit the fan, okay?”

You nodded meekly, attempting to sit up. “Sorry. Everything happened so fast. Is everyone else okay? Brain’s still a bit foggy, you got the others back, right? Is the nest dead?”

“Shh, slow down. Everyone’s fine, I got them back, safe and sound. I’ll take care of the nest in a minute. I needed to heal you first.” Gabriel’s hands dropped down from your face as you swung your legs off the couch and pulled yourself upright. He took your hands in his and held your gaze. “I meant what I said. Don’t. Ever. Do. That. Again. We can’t afford to lose you.” With that, he stood up and placed a small kiss to your forehead before walking towards the door. “I’ll let the others know you’re okay before I go take out the rest of those bastards. Get some rest. You’ve got a party to go to in about 48 hours, kiddo.”

After he left the room, you leaned back, shutting your eyes again as you tried to process everything that had just happened. You tried to make sense of Gabriel’s sudden seriousness and the look in his eyes as he had admonished you. You had never seen him so worried before. You groaned, rubbing your eyes as you fought back the wave of exhaustion washing over you. Gabriel was right, you needed rest.

You made your way through the bunker, finding the others in the war room. You hugged them all, glad they were safe, and made your way to your room. You changed into a pair of sweats and an oversized shirt and plopped onto the bed, falling asleep almost as soon as your head hit the pillow.

Halloween

You spent the past forty hours or so recovering from that disaster of a hunt. Gabriel had healed you up, but the effects of losing that much blood still took a small toll on you. You had slept through most of yesterday, waking for small periods of time to eat and shower. You lounged around in the Dean Cave for a few hours earlier today and then had decided to head back to your room to start getting ready for the party.

After taking a steaming hot shower you dried your hair and styled it before slipping into your dress. You applied a modicum of make-up, not bothering to do the full routine since the distortion spell would probably make it pointless. You still had thirty minutes till the party started so you sat on your bed and let your mind drift off.

Your mind called up the images from the other day, when Gabriel had rescued you. The look of horror on his face when he found you chained to the wall, half-dead. You had never seen him look so scared. He had been so gentle with you, as if one wrong move might finish you off. Then when he was healing you, the look in his eyes as his Grace patched you up inside. Something was different about the way he looked at you then. It was as if he had suddenly stumbled upon some revelation that had been hidden in plain sight.

You pulled your mind from that image not wanting to dissect it further. Instead, you thought back to the feeling of being held in his arms for that briefest of moments as he brought you back to the bunker. You had never felt so safe in your life. Even as you struggled to stay awake, you trusted those arms not to drop you, not to let anything else hurt you. You thought of the feeling of his hand on your shoulder, the other one cradling your cheek. So warm against your freezing skin.

There was no hiding from the truth now. The way you felt in those moments, surrounded by him, you knew you were in love and there was no going back. Sighing, you shook your head to clear it, checking the time. Five minutes. You got up, took a final look in the mirror, and pulled on your mask, taking care not to muss your hair. As you went to grab the doorknob, you felt an odd sensation wash over you. You placed your hand flat against the door to steady yourself as your head swam. Rowena had warned you all that the spell would make you dizzy for a moment, but she hadn’t told you when she was going to be casting it.

You went back to the mirror to check it had worked. You could see yourself clear enough, but you couldn’t make out the color of your eyes. It seemed to be continuously fluctuating from shades of a deep brown up to a light blue. The same thing was happening with your hair, and your lips kept changing in shape and lipstick shade. The only things about your appearance that remained the same was your costume. Well, you could see why Gabriel wanted to use this spell. It would be nearly impossible to tell anyone apart this way.

Once you’d adjusted as best you could, you finally walked out of your room and headed to the library, where Gabriel had said the main part of the party would be held. As you got to the entryway, you froze and gasped at the beauty before you. The room had been completely transformed. Gabriel had tapped into his Trickster magic to make the library at least three times bigger, with a great arching ceiling and giant columns stretching up from a marble floor. There were sparkling chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and candle sconces along the walls. You felt as though you were stepping into a forgotten century.

Against the walls were tables overflowing with candy, desserts and drinks. Gabriel had chosen a simple color pattern of black and white, which just lent more to the austere glamour of it all. You walked into the room slowly, soaking it all in. You were the first to arrive. You had all been told that you were only to head to the party once the spell had set in, and that each of you would feel it at different times. It seemed Gabriel was leaving little to chance. You smiled to yourself at how much effort he had put into tonight.

Within about half an hour, almost everybody had arrived. You looked around at all the beautiful costumes the other hunters had managed to come up with. Most of the men had decided on suits or tuxes that matched well with there masks, and the women wore dresses of varying lengths and styles. One woman, you couldn’t quite tell if it was Mary or Rowena, wore a floor-length black gown with sequins along the bodice to go with the silver and black mask she donned, which had long black feathers coming up from the top of it.

Once everyone had arrived, music started out of nowhere. Not just any regular music like you would hear at a party not being thrown by an over-dramatic Archangel, classical music. You chuckled as you heard Mozart’s Don Giovanni start up. Leave to him to choose music no one would know how to dance to. As soon as the thought entered your mind, a few of the hunters headed to the center of the room, paired up and started dancing a perfect minuet. You gaped at them as they danced lightly across the floor, absolutely confident in every step. No doubt this was also Gabriel’s doing. If only you could figure out which one was him. His tell-tale honey- colored hair was nowhere in sight among the ever-changing shades of brown, black, blonde and red. As it had been in your mirror, the only things that didn’t change were the masks and costumes. Maybe you could figure out which costume would suit him most.

You were already fairly certain that the man in the bronze colored deer mask was Sam and that the mask that was covered in brown and black feathers, with devilish looking horns on either side was being worn by Dean. The suits they were wearing looked quite similar to the ones they wore when pulling the FBI schtick. The man in the sharp black tux with the silver-trimmed, iron-hued mask definitely had to be Ketch, only he could pull that look off.

Finally, your eyes stopped on a man over on the other side of the room, sitting with some of the women, head thrown back in laughter. You recognized the mask from when you were looking through them, deciding on your own. It was a sturdy-looking golden wolf mask, absolutely exquisite in detail. That had to be him. The suit he was wearing was plain, but of great quality and looked perfectly tailored. You felt a shiver run through you as you watched him. He must have said something funny, the girls sitting around him giggled and one of them reached out to grasp his hand. He leaned in closer to her to whisper something, careful of the mask’s nose.

Your stomach sunk at the sight of him being so close to the woman. You turned away quickly and went over to one of the snack tables. You grabbed a flute of champagne and downed it in a gulp before grabbing another and filling a small plate with chocolate-covered strawberries and a few mini milky ways. You walked over to one of the tables by the entrance and sat down heavily. So much for a fun night. To think you had fooled yourself into thinking he might possibly feel the same way you did. Maybe you had just put too much stock into the look on his face the other night. It was nothing more than someone being worried for their friend.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t realize right away that someone had joined you at the table. Not till you heard him speak.

“I’m sorry. What?” You looked over to see a man in an all black suit, wearing a black Venetian mask covered in a silver pattern. The nose of the mask was almost like a beak. You chanced a look at his eyes and saw how they swirled from a rich brown to sea blue and back again.

“I said, are you okay? It’s hard to tell exactly, with this spell on us, but you look a bit down.”

You thought you recognized something in his speech pattern and the way his eyes kept going back to blue every few seconds was leading you to think that it was Castiel you were sitting with. As he talked, you took in his posture, slightly stiff, and his head was tilted in that bird-like gesture he often used when he was unsure of something.

You sighed and decided not to beat around the bush about how you were feeling. He didn’t know who you were, after all. “Just…I don’t know, jealous I guess.”

“Jealous? Of who?” Sensing the seriousness of the matter, he stood and offered his hand to you.

You thought for a second and took it. He led you over to a quieter spot where no one could overhear you. As you crossed the room, your eyes wandered back to the wolf mask. He had led the girl he was talking to out onto the dance floor. They looked so graceful, gliding across the floor in a perfect waltz. You blinked away the tears trying to fight their way out and tore your eyes from them. Cas called your attention back to him when you’d reached a spot slightly hidden from the rest of the room.

“Tell me what’s wrong. Please.”

You let out a sigh, trying to find the words. “It’s Gabriel. Lately, I don’t know, I thought something had changed between us. The way he’s been looking at me. There’s this new gentleness to the way he touches me, I thought…I don’t know what I thought.” You trailed off and looked up at Cas. He looked confused still, the look on his face asking you to go on. “I guess I was just reading too much into it. I was starting to hope he felt the same as I do. I, I love him. But look at him,” you gestured over to the dance floor, “there he is, dancing with someone else. Flirting to his Grace’s content. I was a fool to think he could ever look at me as more than a friend.” You looked back at Cas, “After all, a fish may love a bird , but where will they live?”

“Then I shall have to make you wings.” He reached out a hand to cup your face, his other hand slowly lifting the mask from his face.

“Gabriel!?” you gasped. “I, I thought you were Castiel! Oh, God, I’m gonna be sick.” You tried to turn away but he quickly grabbed your hand, pulling you closer to him.

“Please, take off your mask. Let me see you.”

You let out a shaky breath, looking into his eyes. They were once again golden, now that he had revealed himself to you. Your heart raced as you raised your free hand to take off your mask. “There. Now you know.”

“I hoped it was you.” That was all he said before he slid his hand up from yours, to the back of your neck, leaning in until he was just an inch from your lips. “I love you, too sugar. I have for some time now. I almost lost you the other night. I’ll never let that happen again.”

He closed that last inch of space and pressed his lips to yours. After a few seconds, you broke through the shock, and kissed him back. Your hands wound around his neck, your fingers winding in his hair as you deepened the kiss, parting your lips in invitation. His tongue slid over yours slowly, the taste of chocolate overpowering the champagne that lingered on yours. After a minute, he pulled back.

“Now, I believe I said something about wings?” He snapped his fingers and stepped back. You felt a new weight on your back and turned your head to see a pair of light blue butterfly wings strapped over your now shimmering blue silk dress. The dress flowed down to the floor, sparkling in the candlelight. You looked down at the forgotten mask in your hand to find that it, too, had changed. Gone were the fish; it was now covered in blue lace and a pair of wings flared out from one side. You smiled up at Gabriel, a tear sliding down your cheek. “It’s beautiful. Thank you, Gabriel.”

“I never want you to feel like you have to have to be better than you already are. Don’t ever think that you’re not enough.” He wiped the tear from your cheek and kissed you softly. “Now, put you’re mask back on. We’ve got a party to enjoy.”

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shattered

obligatory 13x20 sabriel coda fic !!! this one got a bit angst-ier than expected

also posted here on ao3

“Last time I checked, humans weren’t nocturnal.”

Sam half-jumped at the voice, jolting upright in his seat as he caught sight of the figure stood in the doorway. Gabriel looked back at him, head tilted slightly to the side.

Sam’s shirt swamped Gabriel, hanging baggy off his small frame and covering the majority of his boxer shorts. The archangel hadn’t thought to invest in something to sleep in, and didn’t have the grace to spare on something so simple, so Sam had offered up a few of his old shirts.

Something protective and warm twisted in Sam’s chest as he looked over Gabriel, fresh from sleep, hair mussed and eyes heavy.

“Yeah, well, neither are archangels,” Sam replied, closing his book. His attention had drifted a chapter ago, tiredness creeping on the edge of his mind.

“Touché.”

An uneasy silence hung between them - Sam watched as Gabriel glanced around the room, his gaze vacant. The archangel looked lost, like he wasn’t entirely certain why he was there, or what he was doing.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Sam asked eventually. Gabriel blinked his eyes, shifting from distant to alert, focusing his attention on Sam. His lips pulled into thin line, uncertain and guarded.

“Not really. Do you?”

Sam shook his head. “No,” he said.

There was a distinct difference between the Gabriel Sam thought he knew, and the Gabriel in front of him now. This Gabriel was subdued and less animated, tired to the bone from endless years of life. It was as though the Gabriel they’d known till now was a caricature of himself, an exaggeration of every trait till he seemed larger than life.

This Gabriel was jarringly human.

It struck Sam just how little he actually knew about Gabriel. How, every time he thought he had the archangel unravelled, another layer pulled back to reveal a more intricate puzzle.

“Don’t just stand there, Gabe,” Sam said. Something flashed over Gabriel’s face at the nickname, but it was gone before Sam could place it. “Come sit down.”

Gabriel complied, crossing the room in almost perfect silence. Sam raised an eyebrow as the chair beside him began to pull out of its own accord - it wasn’t quite the reality bending Sam knew the archangel capable of, but it was the first he’d seen Gabriel exercise his grace since the encounter with Asmodeus.

Sam shifted uncomfortably as Gabriel studied him, the gold of his eyes seeming more intense and inhuman up close. “You called me Gabe,” he said after a moment, his tone guarded and steady.

“Oh, uh, yeah. If you don’t like it, I c-”

“No,” Gabriel cut him off, shaking his head. “It’s fine. It’s nice. Casual. I like it.”

Sam let out a short laugh in relief as the archangel slouched back in his seat, the edges of his lips curving up into a smile. “Well, you seem to have plenty of names for all of us. Figured if you were joining the team, we’d need one for you.”

“I think Dean-o already has plenty for me,” Gabriel replied, his mouth spreading into a smirk.

“I don’t think son of a bitch, feathered asshole, winged jackass or dumbass archangel quite have the same ring.”

That got a genuine bark of laughter out of Gabriel, the corners of his eyes crinkling as his head tilted back. Something in Sam wanted to make Gabriel laugh like that till the end of time - he wasn’t sure what to make of that.

Sam saw as the switch flipped in Gabriel’s mind, as he cut off his laughter and caught himself.

“Y’know, you, Sam, are truly something else,” Gabriel said. Sam recognised the caricature mask going up - Gabriel grinned like he had no cares, but there was something darker threaded through his words, something primal just behind his eyes. “I’m a cruel, bitter, ancient thing. You know better than most. I’ve done awful things to you and Dean, unforgivable things, and yet here you sit, trying to make me smile. I’m almost as old as time itself, with power you could never comprehend, and you gave me a nickname.”

Ah.

Sam knew this particular tactic well.

Build up the mental fortress walls, push everyone away in any way possible, even if it means hurting them, because long term, it’s better for them.

Sam folded his arms across his chest and sighed. “That’s not going to work on me, you know,” he replied. Gabriel tilted his head, eyes narrowing. “I know exactly what you’re doing, and it’s not going to work.”

“I have no id-”

Gabriel cut himself off, brows knitting together in disbelief when Sam rolled his eyes. “Yeah. Sure you don’t,” Sam retorted, and Gabriel shut his mouth, confused. “Look, I won’t deny that you did some shitty things. I hated you for a while, but the more we found out about you, the more I understood. I doubt I���ll ever forget, but I forgave you a long time ago.”

“I don’t need your forgiveness,” Gabriel snapped back. The mask was still there, but it was cracked, true colours shining through. Sam saw the thinly-veiled self-loathing hidden underneath the retort.

“I know you don’t, Gabe,” Sam said softly, his voice dropping in volume. The moment the nickname fell from his lips, Sam saw Gabriel’s facade shatter into pieces, exposing the raw emotion underneath. “But you have it anyways.”

“Why do you care?”

“Because I know how powerless and vulnerable and afraid you feel, and I want to help.”

Gabriel froze, his expression empty and neutral, and for a moment, Sam worried that maybe he’d pushed too far too soon.

“Every night, Sam. Every time I close my eyes, I’m back in that place. Everything hurts and I can’t speak, and I get so scared that it’s real, that I never got out, and I- I just-”

Gabriel closed his eyes, jaw clenching as he tried to swallow down his emotions. Sam noticed the finger tracing back and forth across the curve of his bottom lip, a small habit to keep himself grounded in reality, and sighed.

Sam laid his hand atop Gabriel’s still one, wincing sympathetically as he felt the involuntary twitch of muscles at the unexpected touch. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to, y’know,” Sam said, not entirely certain how to word his thoughts. “Gabriel, look at me?”

Despite the gentleness in Sam’s voice, it still sounded like a command. Gabriel drew a shuddered breath as he opened his eyes, looking up at the hunter, pushing down the flight response that was edging into his thoughts.

“It won’t ever go away fully, I’d be lying if I said it did. But it will get easier to deal with, and you’re not alone in this.”

“I’m just so tired, Sam,” Gabriel said, his voice cracking on Sam’s name. Sam felt his heart tear a little at that, and shuffled around on his seat to face Gabriel, opening his arms.

The archangel hesitated at first, aware of how vulnerable he already felt, before letting himself fall against Sam’s chest, his arms curling tight around Sam’s back. One of Sam’s hands splayed out across his upper back, whilst the other cradled the back of his head - Gabriel hated how safe the human could make him feel, how weak he truly was, but he couldn’t bring himself to pull away.

Kind touch hadn’t exactly been in bountiful supply for the past few years, and even before that, everything was driven by lust or need. Never care or love. “I’m just so tired,” Gabriel mumbled into Sam’s chest, muffled by the plaid shirt.

“I know. It’ll get easier, Gabe, I promise.”

[huntertales]

Part One: This Doesn’t Feel Right. (The French Mistake S06E15)

Episode Summary: Sam, Dean and the reader find themselves in an alternate reality where everyone believes they are actors who star in the show, “Supernatural” about two brothers and their best friend who hunt monsters. Things only grow worse when the relationships between old enemies and friends become distorted in ways unimaginable.  Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 7,240.

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*Y/F/N = Your “French Mistake” First Name  *Y/F/L/N = Your “French Mistake” Last Name *Y/H/C = Your Home Country/State

Josh Carver I picture: 

(A few people have asked me in the past if I picture anyone in particular while I write Josh's character. This is a pretty close resemblance. Also, he's not a bad actor. But still, you can choose whoever you desire. Thought I would include that little tidbit here!)

“You know, when I said this kind of weather made me want to curl up with a good book and read,” You grunted slightly in pain when you felt three more leather bound hardcover books, each weighing at least two pounds, plop don to the two other ones you were barely able to keep holding. “This wasn’t exactly what I had in mind, Sammy.”

You managed to find the strength in your arms to continue balancing the lore books the younger Winchester pulled off from the shelves so they wouldn't fall. It was a few days since the boys wrapped up a few hunts on their own. During the time they were gone, you were benched on Bobby's couch for two weeks with a nasty flu that was now out of your system. You and the boys were now sticking around to help figure out this Mother of All business. The weather that was brewing outside tonight, from the heavy patter of rain hitting the window to the lightning that illuminated the sky before a roll of thunder crashed, was also another reason to stick around.

Sam reached out to take yet another dusty book off the shelf to accompany the two others that he was holding. You huffed out a frustrated breath from the lack of literal weight he was carrying. He looked down at you to see that you were struggling to hold what you could. Your face turned into a glare from the amused smile that stretched across his lips.

"I thought you wanted to help now that you're all better." Sam said. You mocked his sarcastic tone and matching smile as you shoved all the books to his awaiting arms.You headed back to the library with Sam following behind. You found Dean sitting at the desk with the laptop open and an empty bottle of whiskey he'd been drinking all night. Sam looked around the room to see the older hunter was nowhere to be seen. "Where's Bobby?"

“In town. Supply run.” Dean said. You furrowed your brow in concern as you looked towards the window. The storm outside showed no signs of stopping. From how harsh the rain was coming down, you doubt any driver could see at least a few feet in front of them. “Man is a hero. But in more important news, we are officially out of hunter’s help.”

"I'll make sure to alert the media." You said. You grabbed the empty bottle from Dean's hand to properly dispose of it and made your way to the kitchen. You doubted this was the last source of alcohol in Bobby's place. You would replace it, along with getting him something better than a cheap bottle like this for everything that he'd done for you. You glanced away from the label on the bottle you were holding when you noticed the lights began to flicker on and off. "Hey, do you think that could be 'cause of the—Oh!"

Your question about the light fixtures around the room was abruptly cut off when you managed to look at where you were going. And who was standing in your way. Your brow furrowed tightly in confusion as you tightened your grip around the neck of the bottle. Angels always had a bad time of showing up and invading one’s personal space. You took a step back and held up the bottle like some sort of weapon. Last time you seen Balthazar, his first impression of you wasn’t exactly perfect. You and the boys might have trapped him a ring of holy fire. And planned on keeping him there, that was, until Cas decided to be the bigger person and set his brother free.

“Hello, Y/N. Boys.” Balthazar greeted you in a rather friendly tone. You aimed your arm holding the glass bottle higher up to show that you weren't the least bit threatened by his unexpected appearance. He wasn't here to seek revenge when the angel circled past you and headed for something next to the fireplace. Dean made the smart decision of getting out of his chair and far away from the desk to try and distance himself from the angel. "You seen the Godfather, right? When Michael Corleone sends his men to kill his enemies in one big, bloody swoop.”

“Hey.” Dean said, trying to get Balthazar’s attention when he saw the angel putting his grubby hands all over Bobby’s stuff. The angel paid the hunter no attention as he grabbed all the supplies he would need. You dropped you arm to the side and walked over to the desk and loudly set the bottle down, Balthazar didn’t even look in your direction from the loud noise you made. He seemed too absorbed in talking to himself.

“Dead sea brine. Good, good, good.” Balthazar began to pour at least a cup into the bowl he set down on the desk that he claimed to be his work space. He continued on with talking about the mob movie predating you and the boys. “Then Moe Greene gets hit in the eye. Don Cuneo gets it in the revolving door.”

“I said,” Dean tried once more to get the angel’s full attention. “Hey.”

"You did. Twice. Good for you." Balthazar praised the man in a sarcastic tone of voice. He directed his focus on finding his next ingredient, which was the blood of lamb. He muttered it underneath his breath as he looked around the place to see if he could find it lying around by chance. When he didn't, he popped out of sight for a moment, startling you and the boys. You quickly looked over your shoulder when you heard his voice come from the kitchen. He looked through the fridge until he found what he was looking for. “Beer, cold pizza, blood of lamb. Yes. Blood of lamb.”

"Why are you talking about the godfather?" Sam asked, deciding to lead with that question and then to the reason for Balthazar’s search for all sorts of odds and ends.

"Because we're in it right now. Tonight." Balthazar wasn't in the kitchen anymore, but next to the desk. You quickly turned around to face him again, and try to keep up with whatever the hell is going on right now. "And in the role of Michael Corleone: the archangel Raphael."

"Last time I saw Raphael, you turned his vessel into a pile of salt." You said. You watched as Balthazar unscrewed the top to the jar and poured the blood into the bowl. "Mind telling us what the hell is going on?"

Balthazar didn't just yet. He was too busy muttering no in a slightly panicked tone as he pulled out the top drawer to the desk. He dumped out the content onto the chair and rummaged through the junk until he pulled out exactly what he needed, packed freshly into a ziplock baggie. He held up what appeared to be a human bone with a grin on his lips, satisfied at what he was able to find.

“Bone of a lesser saint. This vertebra will do very nicely.” Balthazar said. “Your Mr. Singer does keep a beautiful pantry.”

“I’ll pass on the compliment when I see him again.” You said. “Now, about Raphael coming after you...why are you here, exactly? You’re kind of putting us in danger. Now I can send your ass the way to the other side of the world if you don’t--”

“Raphael is after us all. You see, he consolidated his strength and now he’s on the move.” The angel gave you and the boys news that wasn’t the least bit surprising to hear. You always had bad blood with Raphael, ever since you decided to stop his apocalypse. Balthazar grabbed the bowl after he crushed the bone and began stirring it together while moving to the window. You asked where your mutual friend Cas was in all of this mess. “Oh, Cassie? He is deep, deep underground. So good old Raphie put out a hit list on every last Samaritan who helped out our dear Cas. Including the three of you. And so much more importantly, me.”

You rolled your eyes, "So glad to hear your heart is in the right place."

"See, he wants to draw Cas out in the open.” Balthazar explained more of the plan. He coughed a few times before he dipped a finger into the mixture and began to draw some sort of sigial onto the glass.

“And you expect us to just believe you?” Sam wondered, knowing the three of you weren't siding with any angel. They were all dicks that screwed each of you over time and time again. There was no way Balthazar was here out of the goodness of his own heart to protect you from the big, bad Raphael while Cas was God knows where.

“Oh, don’t. You’ll go where I throw you, either way.” Balthazar said. You wanted to ask him what he meant by that, but you had a feeling the answer wasn’t what you wanted to hear. As if seeing Balthazar and hearing that Raphael was after you wasn’t bad enough, the lights began to flicker on and off again. “And that’s all the time we have, lady and gentlemen.”

Balthazar set the bowl down and walked forward to you. He patted around the pockets of his jacket in search for something. He unbuttoned it and discovered what he was looking for was on the inside pocket. You, however, found your attention lingering to the rather large bloodstain on his shirt that didn’t look like a flesh wound.

"Oh," You winced at the sight. "What happened there?"

“Garnish, I know. You see, Uncle Raphie sent one of his nastiest to handle me. I’m flattered, actually. And down a lung at the moment, but that’s all right. Here. For you.” Balthazar gave you what appeared to be a key. You gave him a confused look while you grabbed it from him. You asked what he wanted you to do with it. “Run with it.”

It was the only advice he could offer you before trouble came knocking. You hid the key into a fist you made when you saw Balthazar go flying across the room and slid across the floor, crashing into a pile of books Bobby had stacked neatly against the staircase. You and the boys looked to the kitchen to see a man in a suit charging forward. If there was anything else you knew about angels, they liked to be snappy dresser. And the threatening glare on his face was another key to make you realize who the stranger was.

“Virgil.” Balthazar spoke the name of the angel who was after him. He started to push himself up to his feet. But when he saw you and the boys staring at the scene, caught in the crossfire, he quickly made sure to change that. "I said, run!"

You didn't know what happened next. You suddenly felt what was like a gust of wind knock you off your feet and sent you flying in the air. When you realized you were in the direction of the window, you covered your face and braced for the wet and painful impact you were going to have. You heard the glass break when yours and the boys weight went crashing through it, but it wasn't painful like you suspected. Neither was the impact. You felt your body land face first on something...plastic. And rather soft.

“Cut!”

An unfamiliar male voice made you quickly push yourself up to your knees. You thought you were going to land face first in wet grass and tiny shards of glass poking into your skin. But what you saw wasn’t that. Your eyes darted back and forth when you saw at least a dozen or so people circled around. You suddenly felt like a deer in headlights when they all started clapping. What for? You slowly turned your head to see the boys were right by your side, looking terrified and bewildered as you did. It didn’t take much brain power to piece together that you weren't anywhere near Bobby’s house. Maybe not South Dakota from the looks of this place. It looked like you were thrown onto what appeared to be a movie set.

“Real good solid fall.” You turned your head to see an older man complimenting Dean before he decided to lightly smack his ass for whatever reason. You gave the man a dirty look that went unnoticed. “Way to go.”

“Jared, Jensen, Y/F/N.” The man who had shouted cut spoke again. You looked over at him when you realized that he was speaking to the three of you. You furrowed your brow when he said a few names that were unfamiliar. Maybe he was talking to someone else. But you had a gut feeling he wasn’t when he was looking in your direction. “Outstanding. That was just great.”

You had no idea who the hell those people where, what was going on or where you were. You could tell from the looks of this place that it had to be some sort of Hollywood set. The mat you were lying on shifted in weight. You looked over your shoulder to see some guy holding a clapperboard standing a foot away from you. You squinted slightly to read what was on the thing. “Supernatural, scene one, ‘Echo.’ Take one, tail slate. Marker.” And with that, he snapped the top.

You had never felt more confused and a little bit terrified in your life than you did in this very moment. You and the boys pushed yourself up to your feet and began examining your surroundings. This wasn't right. You peeked inside the window you had crashed through. While the inside looked to be Bobby's house, it wasn't. Everything was the same, but the two guys in headgear and the studio lights told a much different story. You looked around to see the entire place was crawling with people in headsets or clipboards. Nobody seemed to give you a second look. One or two even gave you a smile as they passed by.

“So no angels?” Sam asked. You tried to find any sight of Balthazar, or even that angel who had appeared out of nowhere. But there was no trace of them around.

“No angels,” Dean confirmed his brother’s suspicion. “I think.”

“Should we be killing anybody?” Sam wondered. You had seen enough TV in your lifetime figure out the people around you weren't threatening looking. Is that where you ended up? “Running?”

Where to? You had no idea where you ended up, not to mention, where you would go. You looked down to see where you were stepping so you wouldn't end up with a shard of glass in your foot. You kicked a piece, expecting it to break when it traveled enough distance to land on the ground. It only bounced slightly before settling into a spot. You bent down and grabbed a piece of what you thought was glass. Only it wasn’t. You grabbed something that felt like soft and bendable gel. You threw it at Dean, expecting it to hurt, only it didn’t.

“Moving on! That’s a wrap on Jared, Jensen and Y/F/N!”

There were those names again. You looked around to see who the hell they were talking to. But you soon got an answer when a woman came out nowhere and grabbed Sam by the arm, calling him by a different name “Jared. Three minutes, okay? Great.” The younger Winchester had no choice as he followed her. You and Dean quickly on his heels.

“Where are we going?” Dean whispered to his brother.

“Jensen, there you are.” Another woman came out from the corner of your eye and placed her hand on Dean’s shoulder. She began directing him to the opposite direction. “Let’s just get you in the chair.”

“Um...Wait. Okay.” Your protests quieted down when you realized that you were alone on this one. You awkwardly looked around the place, unsure of what to do. Apparently people were calling Sam this Jared person and Dean was now Jensen. Which meant you must be this Y/F/N. "Who the hell is Y/F/N?"

You decided to do what Y/N does best, exploring places in order to figure out what the hell Balthazar did to you. The place easily had to be a TV set. You passed Sam, who looked like a deer in headlights as a woman asked him all sorts of questions from behind a camera. Dean was in a chair and being horrified at what the woman was doing to him. You found yourself on your journey to a table that was a few yards from where Dean sat. A makeup table with studio lightening around a large mirror to illuminate any sort of imperfection one had. You leaned forward slightly to give yourself a shock of what was waiting for you. But you noticed that you were mistaken. You looked...good. Like you were wearing makeup.

You didn't wear makeup everyday, but you dabbled in the things you carried when the occasional called for it. You looked down at the vanity to see there was all sorts of makeup cluttered around and a paper with the name Y/F/N Y/F/L/N taped to the bottom right of the mirror. Your eyes wandered upwards to see there was pictures outlining the mirror. They were mostly all of you. A few of them were of you smiling and crowded around a few people that you didn’t recognize. You noticed a handful of them were for you posing for the camera with you covered in blood.

You were standing in one picture with your hands on your hips, proudly displaying your tattered clothes and ripped open stomach along with your pants that were tattered. It reminded you of that time you were killed by that hound. Another one was of you that appeared to have a beaten up face. You leaned forward to see the one of the top left was correct. It was of what looked to be you, grinning for the camera as you stood next to what had to be...Lucifer himself. The both of you looked like as if you were good friends. The background was of a set. Just like this one.

You could feel your heart pounding faster from what you were discovering. What the weirdest picture of them all was one sitting in the bottom right corner above the printed name. It was of a familiar face. You quickly ripped it off, needing a further examination of what you were seeing. It was a man standing with his mouth wide open, as if he was laughing. The woman next to him pressed her lips against his cheek. If you didn’t know better, it looked like a happy couple out on a boat enjoying a sunny afternoon in the middle of blue water that made even you envious from how breathtaking it was. While they were both wearing sunglasses, you knew who the man was. And who the woman that was kissing him.

"Croatia, last summer. You always loved it there." You were startled when you heard a voice come from behind you. It was male, and it sounded...British. You turned around to see who was talking to you, but before you could, you suddenly felt your eyes bulge out of your head when you felt a pair of lips suddenly on top of yours. The kiss didn't last long, only a quick peck before he pulled away. You tried your hardest to hide your horror when you saw it was Josh Carver himself. "Thought I'd surprise you at work.”

“Yeah, you—you really did that.” You tried your hardest to contain your surprise and urge to punch him in the throat as you lightly poked him in the chest. Josh looked at you with a funny expression as he gave you a smile. You had a feeling Josh wasn't his name. But you were too afraid to ask what it was, or why he was speaking in an accent. "Uh..."

“Nate! Long time no see my man!” A crew member came out of nowhere and greeted the man who you thought was Josh, but it turned out his name was Nate. You watched as the two of them grabbed hands and pulled each other into a hug before slapping one another on the back, both acting like old friends. The two of them briefly talked about upcoming shoots while Josh—Nate grabbed a stack of binded packets from the man. As the man was about to leave, he quickly looked in your direction and gave a smile. "Nice work today, Y/F/N. Like always."

The man standing in front of you—the one who claimed to be Nate—looked like Josh from the last time you saw him a little over a year ago before you committed to hunting. He was still tall and built with the same psychic he maintained since you saw him for the first time all those years ago. But he was dressed differently. Josh always preferred casual clothes and jeans. But here he stood, almost like a completely different person. He stood with neat and styled hair, along with some clothes that looked more expensive than any normal person could afford. He looked...good, handsome.

As the two men talked among themselves, you looked down at the packet sitting on top of the pile to see that it must have been a script. The font it was printed it was big enough for you to to read off the details.

Underneath the title there was a name of Nate Vaughn written in bold letters with a red sharpie. It didn’t take a moron to realize who that was. You slowly looked back up at the man when he started talking to you.

"I wish I was here to whisk you off to a fancy lunch, but it's all business for me." Josh—Nate said, his lips stretching into a smile as he talked in an accent that sounded natural. As if he was born from across the pond. Josh never talked like that. And he sure as hell would never do such a thing as to kiss you. What the hell was going on? "Jensen! Jared! Long time guys.”

You quickly looked over your shoulder to see that it was the boys coming back from whatever sort of project they were pulled away to. Sam appeared to be nothing but confused at the accent change he heard as Dean appeared only more frustrated at the sight of an old face.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Dean questioned the man. “And what’s with the accent?”

“Sort of comes with being raised in England for ten years, mate. But I can switch it back no problem. That comes with five years of vocal lessons." The supposed Nate turned his voice into the normal, American one you always heard when you were around Josh. "I'm here to pick up some revised scripts before popping out. And I came to see my beautiful fiancée.”

Dean wondered who that was, but he quickly got his answer when the guy he thought was Josh lean in for more of an innocent kiss on the cheek. It took his brother and all the willpower that he had not to rip the man's throat out from what he saw. The guy gave you a dazzling smile as he muttered an "I love you" before dashing out. When he was out of sight, you let out a heavy breath and turned the sight to what you were expecting to see. Dean standing there with his jaw painfully tight and a look of jealousy all over his face. If looks could kill, that Nate guy would be in a world full of pain and torture he never imagined.

“Fiancée? Fiancée?” Dean hissed the word out again. You narrowed your eyes on him as you quickly stepped forward, blocking his body before he could do something stupid. "Move, Y/N. I'm gonna ring that little bastard's neck. And the prick who thought it was a good idea to put makeup on me!”

“Before you murder him, I know what’s going on.” Sam said. The breakthrough was enough for Dean to stop his concentration from his devious plans to hear what information his brother had to share. “It’s a TV show. Here, wherever here is...this Twilight Zone Balthazar zapped us into. For whatever reason, or life is a TV show.”

"So our lives in paperback wasn't good enough." You mumbled. You rolled your eyes and ran a hand through your hair. "Why would anyone want to watch our lives?”

"Well, I mean, according to the interviewer, not very many people do." Sam said. For some reason, you found this as an insult. Like you deserved more. People said that you were good. And your life was...eventful. You scoffed and began walking with Dean when he started to find a way out of this place. "I'm not saying it makes sense. We landed in some dimension where you're Jensen Ackles, Y/N's someone called Y/F/N Y/F/L/N and I'm something called a Jared Padalecki."

“So, what, now you’re Polish? Is any of this making any sense to you?” Dean asked. You shook your head. None of you were getting any sort of answers that made sense. Your worries were lessened slightly when you found a doorway outside and noticed a black car that sat untouched in the parking lot. “Oh. Hey, at least my baby made it.”

Dean was now all grin when he spotted the Impala just across the way. It was your only sense of familiarity in this place that felt right. On his way to Baby, he felt his happiness crumble when he saw some guy start to splatter what appeared to be mud all over his clean Impala. He tried to get the man to stop. But that wasn’t the worst of it. Baby was a prop. You looked to see there was two identical models along with one that looked exactly like the one when you got into that car accident right before John died and another one that wasn’t in good shape.

“I feel sick. I’m gonna be sick.” Dean mumbled. You rolled your eyes from how dramatic he was being. But you had to agree. You and Sam quickly caught up with him to try and find a real way out of here. “I wanna go home. I feel like this whole place is bad-touching me.”

“For once I don’t think you’re being dramatic. Me too.” You said. Never had you felt homesick for a life full of monsters trying to kill you and Bobby’s dusty library. Anything but here. “So, what do you think? Maybe Cas could help us?”

“It’s our best shot, if he’s still alive.” Dean said. The three of you found a secluded spot away from the crew so you could say a little prayer and get your asses out of here. “Dear Castiel, who art maybe running his ass away from Heaven...we pray that you have your ears on. So breaker, breaker.”

Dean opened his eyes as you began looking around the place to see if you could find that son of a bitch somewhere. You peeked through the open door you were standing next to and took a look around. You weren't expecting your luck would be working today, but there he was. Cas standing across the parking lot. The boys followed behind on your heels when you began running up towards the angel.

“Cas! Oh, thank God.” You said with a sigh of relief. You had never been so happy to see him than right now. “What is all of this? What did Balthazar do to us?”

Cas was silent for a moment before answering your question. You furrowed your brow from how he was acting. "To keep you out of Virgil's reach, he's cast you into an alternate reality, a universe similar to ours in most respects. Yet dramatically different in others."

“Like Bizarro Earth, right? Except instead of having Bizarro Superman we get this clown factory.” Dean said. He pointed around to all the shenagings you had been unwillingly dropped into. “And that pompous prick thinks him and Y/N are getting married.”

"Um...Yeah. Well..." Cas appeared rather confused at what Dean was going on about for a split second before he continued on with the conversation. "Anyway, no time to explain. Do you have the key?"

“Yeah. So,” You quickly fetched out the key from your pocket. You didn't think much of it when your fingers accidentally brushed against his when you handed over the object to him. You swore for a split second the ends of his lips twitched into a smile before he returned to his same demeanor. "What does this thing do anyway?”

“It opens a room.” Cas said. You raised a brow from the lack of information. You asked him what was in this supposed room. “Every weapon Balthazar stole from Heaven. He gave it to you three to keep it safe, till I could reach you. With those weapons, I have a chance to rally my forces.”

"Oh, okay, good." Sam said. "So now, what's the deal with all this TV crap?"

“Pardon?” Cas asked.

“Amen, Padaleski.” Dean agreed with his little brother.   

"Lecki." Sam corrected his brother on the pronunciation of his last name. Dean looked at the man with a slightly confused look. "Lecki. I'm pretty sure."

“Man, they put out new pages?” Cas’ voice changed into one that sounded more normal, less gravelly from what you were used to. The brothers started to think the angel had gotten a sense of humor. Or he was trying to pull your leg. You, however, watched with a close eye as the man appearing to look like Cas cracked a smile as he loosed his tie. “Are you guys okay?”

“Give me that.” You demanded. You snatched the folded up papers from his hand as he began to unbutton his dress shirt. You skimmed the lines to see that it was a stupid script. The same one that you saw that Nate guy holding. “Damnit! These are words in a script. This isn’t Cas. Like Josh wasn’t Josh.”   

“But look at him.” Sam said.

“You guys wanna run lines or…”

“His name is Misha. Misha?” You repeated the name with more effort. Who the hell names their kid Misha? Someone with a mother who hates them. That’s who. You shoved the paper back to the man and snatched the key from him. “I’ll take this back. Thanks you very much.”

You were almost in the clear of getting out of here scott free without running into anymore idiots who thought you were someone else. But you weren't that lucky. You huffed out a frustrated breath when you spotted him again in the crowd. Nate was coming your way, your supposed fiancé, with a smile on his face. You and the boys were forced to pretend to interact with these clowns for a few more seconds longer before you made your great escape. “Hey, glad I got everyone together. I was thinking we could get everyone together this weekend and have dinner at Y/F/N and our place. You know, catch up and all that.” Nate offered. He smiled at the four of you as if he was trying his hardest to extend an olive branch to the three men. Sam and Dean stared blankly at him. He looked to see that he wasn’t getting the response that he was hoping to have. He turned his attention to you as he placed his arm around your waist. You tried your hardest not to look uncomfortable. “Okay. I’ll see tonight, love. Don’t work to hard boys.” You forced yourself to smile as you watched Nate finally began walking away and out of sight. You rolled your eyes from what was going on here and walked away first, suddenly needing to get out of here before something happened. The boys were about to follow in your lead, but they found themselves lingering around longer than they wanted around this Misha fellow from what he said next. “I don’t like that guy.” Misha mumbled. The boys exchanged a cautious glance at one another. They wondered if there was something was really going on here. Only it wasn't what they thought. It was something far, far worse. Dean needed to get out of here. "I mean, what does Y/F/N see in Nate? He's a total douche.” Dean suddenly found himself needing to get out of here. He felt like his head was spinning in too many different directions to comprehend what was going on. He didn't want to know the reality of this place. The boys caught up with you as you stood with your arms crossed over your chest and waited impatiently for them. As you were about to turn around and start walking again, you found yourself staring at this Misha fellow, who gave you a parting smile as he waved. You rolled your eyes and began walking again, hoping to find a way out of here before it was too late. Or you found out more information. Not to mention all these different names were starting to make your head hurt.

“Misha? Jensen? What’s up with the names around here?” Dean asked, seeming to share your same frustration.

"I would kill for a pair of ruby red slippers to get me out of this hellhole." You grumbled. "Hell, I'll dig my finger into my brain and scratch it until we're back in Kansas."

Not all hope seemed to be lost when Sam saw something that might be of actual help. "Hey." He stopped in his tracks when he saw a trailer with a name. "Y/F/L/N."

“That’s fake me.” You said. You read the name on the paper to see it was the one people were calling you by since you ended up in this place. Suddenly you felt giddy with what you might be able to find. "This must be fake mine."

You and the boys headed up the steps to the trailer and opened up the door before heading inside. What you found exceeded any sort of expectation you had. What you stepped into wasn’t even a trailer at all. The furniture around the place was neat and comfy, there was a flat screen with a state of the art cable system. You felt your lips stretch into a smile at the sight of your favorite flowers sitting in the middle of the coffee table with a note neatly nested inside. You headed over as the boys looked around to see what this chick had. “Sweet, Y/N.” Dean found himself captivated by a toy that looked rather expensive. And with a bow attached onto of the propellers. Along with a note attached to the top for you to read first. “You have a helicopter.”

"Actually," You ripped off the note and skimmed it to see that you weren't the one who was gifted such a lavish toy to play with. Dean’s smile quickly vanished at the mention of a name that put a bad taste in his mouth. "This belongs to my fiancé, Nate Vaughn. For his quote, ‘marvelous work on his last movie.’"

"All right, who puts a three hundred gallon aquarium in their trailer?" Sam asked. He stood next to the tank that looked like it was fit into the place. All sorts of exotic and small fish swam around in their home. You shrugged your shoulders and turned around to see who these lovely flowers were from.

"Apparently Y/F/N Y/F/L/N." You said. You grabbed the small envelope and began to open it up to see who it was from. Your brow furrowed slightly when you read the card quietly to yourself. "'To Y/F/N. Happy birthday to a special girl. Hope you like the flowers. Signed, Misha.' Huh.”

Maybe you and this Misha guy were good friends. You dropped the note to the table and kept on looking around the place. Sam found your laptop and decided to try and take a crack at who this Y/F/N really was. She’s not a hunter, but she played one on TV. You looked around to see there was a few awards on the shelves, all in your name. You noticed a picture on the bottom shelf of a younger you with two older people. You furrowed your brow slightly when you realized they looked awfully like you. Were they Y/F/N’s parents?

Dean found a few magazines lying on the coffee table. He picked them up to see the first one was those seedy celebrity magazines in the grocery store checkout line. A headline to catch a person’s eye to learn more about the possible dirt that might be true. You turned your head to see your face was on the front cover. You were smiling while you were dressed in a pretty, but very expensive looking dress. You were happily embraced in Nate's arm as he was dressed in a formal suit. Someone had edited the photo where it looked like the two of you were ripped in the middle to go along with the headline.

“Child star caught in the act! Y/F/N Y/F/L/N secretly cheating on soon-to-be hubby Nate Vaughn with 'Supernatural’ cast Jensen Ackles and Misha Collins two months before the wedding.”

You scoffed at the accusation that was being pinned against fake you. You ripped the magazine away from Dean's hand and found yourself flipping through the magazine to see what it was all about. The magazine went on about you spend a little too much time with Dean's actor while you were caught talking to this Misha guy, candid photos of you smiling and talking was their supposed evidence. You threw the magazine down and rolled your eyes. It seemed trash headlines followed you into this world, only you were apart of it.

“Well, look at these male-modeling sons of bitches and their counterpart.” It seemed Dean found something a little more frightening. He held up what appeared to be a Supernatural magazine. You were standing in the middle of the boys with a serious, almost sultry expression while the brothers did their best. "Nice blue steel, Sam."

"Apparently it's our job. But I found some stuff on this Y/F/N person. It says you're from Y/H/C. And, uh...Oh." Sam pulled up some website that told everything about where you were born to the show you were working on. He skimmed the information until he found something that was a bit interesting. He tried his hardest not to smile at what came up. You walked over to see what was making him smile like an idiot. “Looks like you’re a pretty successful actor.”

You made your way to the laptop see Sam pulled up an article with all information detailing your supposed past, along with horrifying pictures. The boys chuckled among themselves while Dean made a comment about how cute you looked in a photo of you that was dated from 1990. You grimaced in disturbance and quickly shut the laptop before a video Sam clicked on could load. You let out a sigh and shook your head from all this new information you were learning.

"Y/F/N Y/F/L/N is an Y/H/C actress that is known for her first debut appearance on the popular show, 'Star Search' in 1989 when she blew judges away with her soulful voice and adorable dance moves. She moved onto acting in several commercials and a few recurring guest star appearances on popular sitcoms and small movie roles. She found stardom when she was cast as the lead role of the popular ‘Nancy Drew’ TV show adaptation, which ran for five seasons from 1996 to 2001 and concluded with a made for TV movie which aired in early 2002.

Y/F/N went on to act in several movies from 2003 to 2005 until she was cast as Y/N Y/L/N, a smart and sarcastic hunter who who travels across the country hunting monsters with her two best friends on the show, Supernatural. While the show hasn't been popular with critics since its unexpected season five finale changes (the show creator intended to end at Swan Song where Sam Winchester goes to the cage, Y/N Y/L/N dies and Dean Winchester lives a normal life with Lisa Branden) that lead to a sixth season. Rating are lower than past seasons, but the show still holds as a fan favorite.

The show has been airing since 2005 and currently on its sixth season. It has been picked up for a seventh season, which will be airing in 2012. However, rumor has it that Y/F/N has yet to renew her contract to star in the next season due to ‘script differences.’

Fun fact! Y/F/N Y/F/N met her soon-to-be husband on the ‘Supernatural’ set when he was cast as the role of Josh Carver, a mysterious friend from Y/N’s past. The couple are set to be married in the summer among their 500 closest friends. Co-stars Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles are rumored not on the extensive guest list.

“I don’t like this universe, guys.” You said. “We need to get the hell out of here.”

“Yeah. No argument here.” Sam agreed. All of you wanted to get of this place, and back to your own world, yet it wasn't going to be easy as you thought without some help. “But I don’t think our prayers are reaching Cas. Or the real Cas.”

“Well, I agree.” Dean said. “I think we are definitely out of soul-phone range. But…”

Dean got an idea when he headed back over to the coffee table, grabbing a pen and a notepad. You found yourself looking over to the TV. You watched as the three of you were playing out some scene. However Dean stopped for a moment to stare directly into the camera and give a sly wink. You leaned forward slightly in your seat to mock his move as you gave a terrible wink. Sam looked over his shoulder, now barely inches away from the camera lens, he gave his attempt at a wink, joining in the fun. You could see yourself letting out a laugh before you were waving your arm in the air, saying something like “focus.” The three of you returned back to this whole acting.

“If we can reverse Balthazar’s spell. I watched every move. If we just get the ingredients, right? Get back to that same window and…” Dean told you his plan as he took a second to draw something on the paper. When he turned the notepad around, your lips stretched into a smile at the sigil that he perfectly gotten right. “There’s no place like home.”

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[magnificent-winged-beast]

‘Supernatural’ Episode 13×02 “The Rising Son” Preview

BY JEN RYAN OCTOBER 17, 2017 // 2:13 PM 

The next episode of Supernatural will bring back some old faces, and introduce some new ones in “The Rising Son”.  Now that the guys have decided to bring Jack back to the bunker, they may find that taking care of the kid will bring more problems than they thought.

“The Rising Son” — (8:00-9:00 p.m. ET) (TV-14, LV) (HDTV)

WHAT EVIL THIS WAY COMES… — Sam (Jared Padalecki) and Dean (Jensen Ackles) begin to explore what Jack (Alexander Calvert) is capable of doing with his powers. An unexpected visit from Donatello (guest star Keith Szarbajka) alerts the boys to the fact that Jack will need more protection than the Winchesters can provide. There is a new Prince of Hell in town, Asmodeus (guest star Jeffrey Vincent Parise), and with Lucifer (Mark Pellegrino) out of the picture, he sets his sights set on Jack. The episode was directed by Thomas J. Wright and written by Eugenie Ross-Leming & Brad Buckner (#1302). Original airdate 10/19/2017. Source: The CW

One of these problems will be another Prince of Hell, Asmodeus, who is ready to lay claim to ruling Hell and Jack. Thinking back to what Jack was able to do to the other Prince of Hell, I can’t imagine that if this other one gets close he wouldn’t do the same thing. He does remember when the bad lady burned and I am sure that memory will come in handy in the future.

We’ll also be reunited with the prophet Donatello, whom we haven’t seen since season 11. According to the above episode summary from The CW, Donatello arrives to pass along some news or information about Jack that could make protecting him a harder job than they first thought.

In alt-apocalypse world, Mary and Lucifer are going to continue their dance, as well as field a visitor of their own. Could this visitor be our new Archangel Michael?

After a really strong season premiere, I am placing my bets now that the second episode of season 13 will live up to its predecessor. More time with Jack and the guys is what I am looking forward to most. Having them be the adoptive fathers of a wayward boy is something that I am excited to see unfold. Bobby Singer would be proud.

Speaking of Bobby, there is a very good possibility that he could make an appearance this season after all! Showrunner Andrew Dabb mentioned him in a recent EW article:

“Moving into the middle [and] the back-half of the season, we plan to do a lot more exploring of the apocalypse world: What it looks like, what it is, how angels live there, how demons live there, how people live there, [and] hopefully another check-in with Bobby Singer down the road, maybe some other people as well.”

Source: EW

Knowing that they will still be exploring this other reality by that point in the season tells me that getting Mary out is not going to be an easy task. Though I am for them taking their time with this world because it really does offer up some great possibilities. The more we learn about what’s in the episodes to come, the more certain I am of the fact that Supernatural Season 13 will be one of the best ones of the series.

Supernatural 13×02 “The Rising Son” airs on Thursday, October 19 at 8 p.m. EST on The CW.

Original Article: Fan Fest

Well, a Buckeming episode, like I said before, and this article described as:

[ayeletgalena]

Bris Speech for Gabriel Solomon (Gavi) Galena

“Angels All Around” - Lincoln Square Synagogue 5/30/19 

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So I was walking to shul this morning and I saw a watch store – with a big watch in the window. I walked in thinking I could get my watch fixed before the bris. The man behind the desk said, “Sorry sir, this is a mohel office – I’m a mohel, my father, my grandfather... in short, we’re all mohels.”  

“So you can't fix my watch?” The mohel responds abruptly “No”. 

So I ask while leaving, “So why then is there a big watch in the window if this is a mohel office?”

He responds, “And what exactly would you like us to put in the window....?”

Ha, I mean how many times do you get to do a Mohel Joke? I heard Seth Rogen got his start writing mohel jokes.....

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So anyways, thank you Rabbis, friends & family for being here to welcome our little malach (malach means angel) Dovid Gavriel...

spoiler alert: We’re calling him Gavi…. I like the alliteration in a newscaster voice: “I’m Gavi Galena, The 10 O’Clock News” 

….A special thank you from myself and Hindy to the grandparents: Rabbi Reuben Poupko & Mindy, Bobby & Arna Fisher, and my mom Rita Lourie Galena for everything we know you do ...and even more for what we don’t know. It’s so special to have the blessing of grandparents on this special day as our Gavi joins the tribe.

Also to our siblings here and not here: Adina, Sarah, Benj, Isaac and Yael, Avi/Shifra, Tamar/Elliot, Ezy/Chany and Jen/David, Ari/Elyssa and Amy & Ben Fisher, Ben actually here from Chicago, thank you!

I say if the number of Poupko WhatsApps is an indication of love, this kid is set for life.  

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So to talk about our little angel, in Hebrew Dovid Gavriel, in English Gabriel Solomon. I’d like to point to his two great grandfathers - Grandpa David Panar and Zayde Solomon Galena of blessed memory who he is named after.

This is a malach/melech (angel/king) theme – so the names David and Solomon. Two kings, standing beside you right now little Gavi.

First to the Hebrew. Dovid - Hindy’s famous grandpa Dave Panar. Arna’s incredible gentleman of a father who embodied integrity & ingenuity.  A mechanical engineer and later professor for over 25 years at the University of Alberta - he specialized in building, fixing and flying aircraft engines. He was trained first during WW2, he later found himself in Israel right before the war of Independence, and Israel had no airforce or fighter planes.

Miraculously, like everything in Israel’s history, out of the sky an Egyptian fighter jet crash lands on the Tel Aviv beach and the Israeli’s thought, heck we might be able to use this plane. In came David, who guided the search for building parts and then eventually figured out how to built Israel’s first fighter plane - The “Black Spit" -- critical to Israel’s success in the War of Independence. He gave Israel their wings. 

He went on to become a dedicated, beloved, and inspiring teacher and storyteller, so much like his daughter, Hindy’s mother Arna embodies, through her innovative educational work at Wexner Heritage and the University of Cincinnati. Both giving their students the profound unexpected inspiration, the angelic wings to go out there and soar.

So for Gavi, the wings of Israel were built on the back of your great grandpa David Panar and they are passed on to you little Gavi, to wear with pride, wisdom, strength & courage.

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The next Melach is King Solomon, My Zayde of Worcester Massachusetts. Basically the exact opposite. He was a big, big guy, with an even bigger Massachusetts accent, and after serving in WW2 he took over his dad’s garbage business and almost everyone in town knew him. He could have easily been cast in the Sporano’s - “Solly Baby!” they would say when he appeared, The Jewish garbage & rubbish man. He cleaned up messes all around town. In fact, my year in Israel I get to yeshiva and when I say my name an older rebbe stands up and says what I hope is some connection to Philly or Twins etc, “Galena? Is your grandfather the famous garbage man in Worcester?” Nachas I never wanted but Galena’s always somehow make a name for themselves. 

My dad and our Zayde would always call us “his helpers” -- his literal malachim, surrounding him with love. And I find myself doing the same with my own children, my helpers.

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Then the final malach - the Gavriel -  is the name we added. Gavriel is one of the archangels in the Torah, meaning God is my strength, my courage, my hero.

Funny thing about angels - my son Akiva once saw a Christmas special on TV and asked me about angels, he said so is Santa invisible? I said yes not really listening. Like Moshiach? I turn around um NO. Oh more like Hashem?? NOOO. So anyways I have some educational work to do but you get the point.  It’s a weird concept. Angels have one mission? They are invisible? They are holy? 

But when you look at who Gavriel is, he is kinda the badass angel. He represents justice, strength might, din. 

He is sorta the Fixer, the Michael Clayton, he cleans up messes. But Gavriel is all about the courage to do and fight for what is right. The original Avenger. He burns things down to build things back up. 

Side note: Gavriel is also apparently the angel of fire, and since Gavi was born on Lag Ba’Omer we found this a fitting sign for his name. Gavriel’s fire, not like Shimon bar Yochai’s fiery eyes, is often, in the end, used for the good of the story….Like the Dragon in Game of Thrones it can be fire for good (against white walkers) or fire for bad (women children in King’s Landing). Making hindy the mother of dragons..

Here are some Midrashic examples of the angel Gavriel interceding:

-Gavriel is one of 3 angels that visit Avraham after his bris, only to tell him he is off to destroy Sedom -He points Yosef in the right direction of his brothers, only so they can sell him into slavery -He collects the signs Yehuda gave Tamar only so she can confirm his paternity -He castrates Potifar (bris theme) so his wife needs Yosef, only to throw him in jail -He knocks out all the maidservants so Batya can pull out baby Moshe from the basket - He pushes baby Moshe’s hand to choose the burning hot coal instead of the gold, only to cause lisp    -He puts a tail on Vashti so she cant come out for Achashveirosh, 

There are many more.  It’s wild. Angels are nowhere and everywhere. And all these instances seem bad or painful, but in the long term ended up being the most critical pivot in our Jewish narrative.

And I ask myself - how many angels have done minor redirects in our lives? I turn left not right, meet this new person or see this old face. How many angels are in this beautiful shul alone listening. 

What I call Invisible Interventions. Little things change the course of the story. The faith in seeing the long of the story. This is the Gevura.

As the famous question around this time asks: Why is the chapter about Har Sinai next to the laws of Shmita? What’s one have to do with the other?

Because real strength is not just doing all the mitzvot- it’s the faith in waiting, holding off, the perseverance of staying the course for a year - and for some, many years. I think about on a personal level: How many needles, doctors, IVFs, retrievals did Hindy go through for this baby to get to this very moment? How many angels intervened? To believe that holding strong, come what may, is a real strength.

Azeh Ho Gibor? Hakovesh et yitzro... When do we feel most holy like angels? at the end of Yom Kippur, by holding off, by not eating. Neilah we are like angels. It’s the holding off that allows us to soar.

In our story - If our son Akiva represents comfort from loss, and Talia our blessing, Gavi represents our return of being fearless. The courage to continue. To move forward.

We have been blessed to be surrounded by angels on all four sides, as the song goes, with Rafael healing and comfort behind us ...and now Gavriel by our side. 

And as I think we can all feel in this room, if we close our eyes – V’al Roshi, V’Al Roshi - Shechina’s Kail, God’s presence, embracing us holding us, like a Rabbi Poupko classic bearhug.

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One final interpretation of angels is in Pirkei Avos, and with this, I’ll close, it says that with each and every prayer or good deed a person does, you create an advocate, an angel. Angels are created by doing good. 

And what seems like yesterday, with the loss of our first star, angel Ayelet, still burning bright guiding us – like the torch of Lag Ba’omer...I don’t know the number of angels/advocates created by each of you here and our Ayelet Nation beyond – you have gotten us this far, your prayers/deeds were advocates - and with the new strength of our new little helper Gavi, I know we will continue to shine. 

May we all be zocheh today, tomorrow to go out there and keep creating angels… for ourselves, for others, and for our community - bimhayra vyamenu amen.

[drades-lair]

Cage break

Author: Drade666

Rating: G

Pairings: Megstiel, Gabriel x OC

Fandom: Supernatural

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Part 2

The boys wouldn’t like it but it had to be done now that Michael was locked in the cage with Lucifer. Drade found the spell that would open the door once more allowing her to pull Lucifer from the cage while Michael remained locked in the pit but it was complex, complicated, she’d need help and Drade knew just who to turn too. Cas had been sneaking around with the sassy, seductive Demoness known as Meg and who better to help her jail break Lucifer then his most loyal child. Drade followed Cas on one of his nightly meetings with Meg keeping to the shadows.

 “Hey there, Clarence” Meg chimed as she reached a hand up to cup the back of his neck while her other hand snaked around his waste. Cas’ hands wrapped around Meg’s waste as he stared into the Demoness’s deep brown eyes, captivating her with his brilliant blue ones. Cas leaned down to kiss Meg gently but their moment was interrupted when the sound of a smooth voice rang out from the shadows of the trees.

 “Glad to see all this post apocalypse stuff and angel wars isn’t dampening your spirits” Drade cooed as she strutted out of the darkness.

 “Drade? What are you doing here?” Cas asked as he pulled away from Meg

 “Relax, I’m not here to blow your cover feather boy. In fact I’m her for you” Drade said as she nodded towards Meg.

 “Well, well, I’m flattered sugar” Meg said seductively as she walked up to the red head

 “I need your help” Drade said simply

 “Oh yeah, for what?” Meg asked curiously

 “Helping me…to gather what I need…to bring back an old friend” Drade explained with a smirk on her face.

 “Okay and why should I help you?” Meg asked quirking an eyebrow

 “Cause it’s someone you care about as much as I do” Drade explained again

 “And that would be?” Meg asked

 “Your father” Drade said simply

 Meg and Cas shared a look then turned back to Drade.

 “You can’t! You bring him back and Lucifer will start the apocalypse all over again,” Cas protested.

 “I happen to know for a fact that he won’t! Now look will you help me Meg?” Drade asked after snapping at Cas.

 “You know I’m always up for helping my father out,” Meg stated with a smile

 “You do realize that if Sam, Dean or Teresa find out about this it’ll be trouble right?” Cas pointed out.

 “Since when have you ever known me to care what they think about my means or motives?” Drade asked Cas.

 “Then what should I do?” Cas asked

 “Nothing. Cas I don’t care if you tell Sam and Dean or if you simply let us do this but in the end the result…will be the same” Drade stated matter of factually and Cas knew she was telling the truth too.

 Several weeks passed with the boys none the wiser to what she was doing, until Drade needed Sam’s blood for the ritual that is. Drade decided that there was only one real way to get a hold of Sam’s DNA and that was while he slept at night so late one night she snuck in to his room. Drade was doing fine until a bat suddenly made contact with her face, knocking Drade on to her ass on the floor with a hand pressed to her face as blood dripped between her fingers. Luckily Drade still managed to get some of Sam’s blood and put it in a vial before slipping it into her pocket just as the light turned on with Sam bolting up.

 “What the hell!” Sam shouted as he held a bat in his hands, looming over Drade who was currently laying on the floor holding her nose in pain.

 “Well…I did have something to tell you…” Drade mumbled through her hand as she shifted her nose back into place.

 “You couldn’t have knocked?” Sam asked

 “Apparently next time I should” Drade stated getting back to her feet but before Sam could really say anything else she opened a portal to leave through thus vanishing from sight.

 “Drade…damn it!” Sam shouted after her as he stood in his boxers completely confused when a small stinging sensation alerted him to a small nick on his forearm. Narrowing his eyes at the cut Sam was almost positive it hadn’t been there prior to going to sleep and now with Drade’s strange departure he suddenly questioned what the red head might be up to.

  2 days later…

 Drade walked in to the large barn just about an hour outside of the city where a large pentagram had been drawn on the ground. Meg was currently placing a large bucket filled with what looked like blood in the center of the pentagram while Drade made her way to the edge of it.

 “We ready?” Meg asked

 “Yes, it’s time” Drade said simply as she took her place

 The Latin chant began as Drade raised her hands up to focus all her energy on opening the door to Lucifer’s cage. As Drade chanted though suddenly the doors of the barn flew open with the boys and Cas striding through at a high pace.

 “We’ve got company” Meg chimed as she turned to face the group

 “Drade! What are you doing?” Dean shouted

 “That’s some hardcore spell work,” Sam observed

 “Good on ya, cupcake” Meg chimed taking her place between Drade and the group

 Suddenly a word in the Latin chant caught everyone’s attention making Sam’s eyes slant and his eyebrow furrow.

 “Lucifer? Your not…?” Sam trailed off with wide eyes

 “I think the little princess has earned himself a gold star” Meg smirked

 “Your gonna raise Lucifer again?” Dean shouted

 “More like save him after you three geniuses decided to lock him in with his homicidal brother” Meg corrected Dean

 “She is not raising him!” Sam shouted angrily  

 “Sorry princess but I’m not going to let you stop her” Meg scoffed with certainty in her eyes.

 “Like hell we’re gonna let this happen!” Dean barked as he advanced on the Demoness but just as Dean got close enough to Meg, Drade pulled out the vial from her pocket containing Sam’s blood to drop on to the circle that had begun to glow.

 “You’re too late anyway” Drade stated simply without turning around then smashed the vial onto the pentagram causing light to explode from it.

 Everyone covered their eyes in haste then when the light cleared opened them slowly only to see something unexpected. In the middle of the pentagram was the clear form of Lucifer but he was clearly not in good shape, Lucifer heaved himself up on an elbow as his other hand pressed flat on the ground for balance while his wings slumped behind him and blood pooled beneath his battered body.

 “Lucifer!” Drade cried out as she ran to his side as swiftly as she could with Meg close in toe. Sam gritted his teeth as his jaw locked in anger at seeing the archangel but seeing him injured like that brought great satisfaction too, which led him to not lift a finger to help.

 Drade took a knee next to Lucifer’s body as she gently grabbed his bare shoulder he winced at the contact. Drade calmed him by whispering soothing sounds into his ear as she tried to assess the damage but couldn’t accurately do to all the blood that was coating him. Meg knelt in front of Lucifer next to Drade with worry plastered all over her face then she looked over at Cas who had started walking towards them but had stopped midway.

 “Cas, please help us” Drade shouted at him

 “Cas, let’s get out of here” Dean shouted from behind him

 Cas stood for a moment unsure of rather he should just leave with the Winchesters or go help Drade and Meg move Lucifer to a safer place to treat him.

 “That bastard deserves what he gets!” Dean shouted snapping Cas out of his daze

 “You won’t listen so I’m not even going to argue!” Drade retorted as she continued to maneuver Lucifer so she could semi treat his injuries.

 “Clearance? Please” Meg pleaded with Cas as her brown eyes filled with tears out of worry for Lucifer. Cas took one look at Meg then looked back down at Lucifer before making up his mind, striding swiftly to his brother’s side.

 “You got to be kidding me Cas!” Dean shouted in protest to Castiel’s actions

 “No, Dean! I’m not! After all… what if it was your brother?” Cas pointed out making Dean freeze at the question.

 The boys waited for a few more moments as Cas hurried to Lucifer’s side to help with moving the archangel, unable to take on a demon, angel and…whatever Drade was the boys opted to just leave with a scoffed snarl on their faces. Cas watched over his shoulder as the boys walked out of the barn almost looking sorrowful at their departure after all part of him wished they understood more.

“Hey! Worry about them later! Right now we need to get him out of here!” Drade exclaimed at Cas who turned his attentions back to Lucifer, nodding as he touched his fingers to Drade and Meg’s foreheads. They were back in the bunker, specifically in the infirmary allowing them to treat Lucifer with only one entrance that they could keep the boys at bay from. Drade picked up Lucifer making him groan as she moved him to the treatment table in the middle of the room then returned to Cas.

 “Keep watch and don’t let anyone in” Drade ordered Cas who nodded in understanding before Drade strutted her way back into the room.

 “Meg get me some warm water and towels” Drade ordered Meg as she shrugged out of her trench coat before moving to Lucifer’s side. Meg got the items swiftly as Drade analyzed the injuries more carefully, noting that he had deep rub marks on his wrists from cuffs that had been wrapped around them and cuts all over his bare torso. Meg returned with the towels and warm water as she tossed one to Drade she then picked one up herself to help clear away some of the blood caking Lucifer’s body as well as his wings. As they cleaned the damage was far worse then what either of them could have imagined, cuts riddled his body but there was also deep stab wounds in multiple places, broken bones all through out his body, burn marks along his neck to his shoulders, bruises on his body and face, there was a red spot through his hair where someone had obviously grabbed him multiple times, at least 3 of his wings were snapped in half while 2 more were dislocated from his back and 2 more were lacerated at the thick base muscle and to top it off Drade found sever gashes down Lucifer’s back, so deep that you could see his muscle and bone through them indicating only one thing to Drade…Michael had ripped his wings right out of his back! Drade along with Meg began the tedious task of trying to fix up the mess that was Lucifer’s body in hopes that they weren’t too late to save him but after only a couple of minutes the familiar shouts of the boys came from the hallway.

 “God Damn it! Man she’s got a lot of nerve! Bringing him here like this, I’ll kill her!” Dean shouted at Cas who was trying to keep him outside the infirmary.

 “Dean, please I don’t want to hurt you” Cas said his tone low and calm as he kept himself between the elder Winchester and the infirmary doors. Dean scowled at the angel but was startled by a sudden scream from just beyond the infirmary doors where Lucifer was being treated, what was more it was clearly Lucifer who was screaming. Cas shuddered from the sound of his brother’s painful scream causing him to be distracted for the briefest of seconds allowing Dean a moment to slip past him. Cas realized that he’d slipped past him swiftly followed by Sam, Cas went after them when a flutter of wings was heard as Gabriel appeared, planting himself firmly between the boys and where Lucifer was on the treatment table.

 “Whoa! Easy there boys…just stay where you are,” Gabriel warned, tone low as he held up a hand in a stance that said if the boys tried to get passed him it wouldn’t end well.

 “Gabriel! Move!” Sam growled as he dared stare down Gabriel

 “Kiddo, please just listen” Gabriel pleaded yet his tone remained low and his focus locked on them. The boys had never listened to them about Lucifer but he hoped that now forced into the same space perhaps they’d believe what they saw. Gabriel shifted his wings that had been flared out behind his back so that the boys got a good glimpse of Lucifer’s battered form. Humans could never fully comprehend the injuries currently plaguing the elder archangel thus it was deterrent in itself or so Gabe hoped.

 “Oh…god!” Sam whispered then cupped a hand over his mouth almost unable to keep the lunch he’d had down.  

 “GET OUT!” Drade barked at Sam, emerald eyes flashing in angered hatred as she glared at him while simultaneously continuing to work on Lucifer currently stitching one of the stab wounds on his side. The boys stood there just staring for a moment in shocked horror before finally Castiel and Gabriel started shoving the duo out of the swinging doors of the infirmary allowing Drade to commit her full attention back to Lucifer. It took hours to get Lucifer’s injuries even just a little under control but once it was finished Lucifer was exhausted having been in and out of consciousness for the procedures he was now completely out of it as he panted, sweat rolled down his temples and forehead.

 “Meg” Drade said as she ran a hand through Lucifer’s sweat soaked hair

 “Yeah?” Meg asked quietly

 “Could you leave us please?” Drade asked as she continued stroking Lucifer’s hair

 “Okay” Meg agreed even as her voice strained with concern before she turned to walk out. Meg emerged from the infirmary then walked up to Cas who was still standing guard with tears now firmly welling up in her brown eyes. Cas’ brow furrowed with concern as she approached then suddenly fell to her knees, sobbing uncontrollably as Cas ran to her. Cas knelt down in front of Meg, taking her into his arms and resting her head on his shoulder Cas tried to comfort her the best way he could. Drade grabbed a cool cloth from the sink then returned to Lucifer’s side, rubbing it gently over his forehead then his temples to alleviate some of his discomfort by bringing down the fever he was currently running. Drade picked up a clean towel, rinsed it in some warm water then lifted one of Lucifer’s wrists as she sat on a chair beside the treatment table with one leg crooked over the other. Drade dabbed the towel along the horrible marks on Lucifer’s wrists caused by angel cuffs having left them for last cause they weren’t the worst of the injuries, Lucifer winced as his entire body tensed at the contact to his damaged wrists then he let out a small whimper as tears ran down his face before he slowly opened his eyes. Drade smiled warmly at him as she continued to treat his wrists until he fisted his hand in her jeans and squeezed his eyes shut while clenching his jaw from pain with under tones of terror.

 “Where is he? Don’t let him touch me!” Lucifer cried out as Drade felt the fear radiate off of him.

 “Lucifer, it’s alright! He’s not here, your safe” Drade assured him as she cupped the side of his face in her hand while the other rubbed his shoulder gently.

 “Michael he’s…he’s going to kill me…” Lucifer trailed off as his body trembled violently.

 “No, Lucifer, no I promise he will never, ever touch you again,” Drade assured Lucifer with such hate in her voice for the elder archangel that she was certain he could hear it. Drade stood up again to pull Lucifer close, stroking through his hair letting him wrap his hands around her waist even though his nails were beginning to dig into her skin, she didn’t care as long as he began to feel safe that was all that mattered. Eventually Lucifer calmed enough to get that Michael was no longer after him allowing him to relax a little so as Drade could treat his wrists now. Drade cleaned them then smeared some of the herbal substance she’d made earlier for his other injuries as well along the wounds before finally dressing them, she also took this opportunity to insert an IV into Lucifer’s arm cause he wasn’t at full health meaning his grace was very weak making him a little less angel and a little more human. After Lucifer fell back asleep Drade left him to rest, making her way out of the infirmary where surprisingly she didn’t find the Winchester’s, whom she’d half expected hassle her the instant she exited the doors. Relieved at this fact though Drade moved to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee and rest herself for a few minutes after 24 hours straight of trying to save Lucifer’s life, needless to say she was exhausted. When Drade entered the kitchen Cas was sitting at the table across from Meg both looking up at Drade as she entered the kitchen but before they could say anything or ask anything Gabriel beat them too it.

 “Hey, how’s he doing?” Gabriel asked as he walked up to Drade wrapping his arms around her as she returned the gesture.

 “He’s stable, but still critical” Drade stated then placed a chaste kiss to Gabriel’s lips before moving towards the coffee maker.

 “But he’s gonna be okay, right?” Meg asked as she turned to look in Drade’s direction

 “We’ll have to wait and see, his injuries were far worse then I had anticipate cause we were later then I’d assumed” Drade stated as she poured a cup of coffee.

 “Thank you” Meg said as Drade leaned against the wall near the coffee maker, taking a swig of the brew.

 “If anyone can save him, it’s you…Drade” Cas said with a slight smile as he rubbed his hand slowly along Meg’s own.

 “I just hope your faith is not misplaced” Drade informed them

 Later that night while Drade attempted to rest on the couch in the lounging area Sam managed to slip by her into the infirmary. Sam was still pissed to no end over the little fact Lucifer had attempted to wear him like a suit to the prom but having seen Lucifer in such a state did manage to shock some sense into him. Lucifer was an almighty archangel, terrifying or at least he used to be and now…Sam was well aware that Lucifer wasn’t always like how he’d witnessed but still…just the fact he could be reduced to such a state actually made Sam question his doubt to what Drade had been trying to tell them this whole time. Sam approached Lucifer as he lay resting, his wings shivering slightly as they drooped over the edge of the table, his body reacting to the pulses of pain coursing through his body. Sam walked up to him noting just how fragile he looked laying there all pale skin making the injuries very prominent on his flesh especially the bruises that stood out the most making Sam unable to help the jerk of sorrow he felt for the archangel. Glancing over Lucifer’s body at the extent of damage that Michael had inflicted on him, even Sam had to admit no one deserved to suffer… that this was cruel.

 “Please…stop staring” Lucifer’s voice whispered hoarsely grabbing Sam’s attention

 “Lucifer?” Sam asked as she looked up to see Lucifer’s brilliant blue eyes staring at him half lidded. Lucifer hissed through clenched teeth as he shifted his weight a little to get more comfortable then settled again as he stared straight ahead now.

 “You know I didn’t want to do it…” Lucifer finally broke the silence between them

 “What?” Sam questioned with a deep furrow to his brow at the sudden comment

 “I didn’t want…to possess you…” Lucifer semi explained

 “Yeah right…you said it yourself, no one makes you do anything,” Sam scoffed unbelievably towards Lucifer.

 “It’s true…but Sam…I had no choice…Michael was hunting me…the minute I was released from the cage he was after me!” Lucifer strained as his injuries caused great pain to pulse through his body.

 “So what? Wear me to the prize fight? End the world?” Sam barked irritably

 “No…I was going to sacrifice myself…use my grace to keep you alive…” Lucifer managed to get out through gritted teeth.

 “What? You…you were going to save me? But what about the world?” Sam wondered

 “It would have been…saved because our fight wouldn’t have…happened,” Lucifer answered still panting heavily from the effort of remaining conscious.

 “You were…trying to save this world…” Sam finally concluded with shock

 “Ugh…yes…I suppose…in a way…I was…” Lucifer winced again as one of his wings shifted slightly behind him trying to find a better position to lie in. Sam took a moment but couldn’t believe that all this time he’d hated Lucifer, blamed him for causing the apocalypse, hurting them over and over again when in reality he was simply trying to prevent it all. Lucifer shifted his wings or at least the ones he could shift a little more then looked up at Sam again.

 “I don’t blame you for hating me though… after all every one hates me and I have no doubt I’ve earned their hatred” Lucifer stated with a wincing huffed laugh

 “No, you haven’t earned it at all. I was a fool who jumped to the simplest conclusion when I shouldn’t have and Drade tried to tell us but we wouldn’t listen,” Sam admitted as he hung his head, taking Lucifer back a little at the acknowledgement he’d just gotten.

 “Thank you” Lucifer finally said as Sam looked up catching his gaze.  

 Sam nodded then looked subconsciously over Lucifer’s battered body suddenly noting that one of his wings was at an awkward angle. That’s what Lucifer had been trying to shift this whole time he was talking to him. Sam smiled a little then moved around behind Lucifer as he watched him a little nervously, not yet trusting people behind him then Sam gently grabbed the wing that had a sever cut at the base making Lucifer hiss as he straightened it out till it was laying a little flatter along the table. After Sam finished he moved back around but even that slightest movement had been extremely painful causing Lucifer to clench his hands in the sheets as he whimpered a little. Sam placed a hand over his as he made soothing sounds and brushed his hair from his face until his pain subsided back to where it had been.

 “Thank you, again” Lucifer was finally able to say as his voice cracked a little

 “No problem” Sam assured Lucifer simply with a smile

 Sam stayed with Lucifer the rest of the night trying to comprehend everything while perhaps in some ways making up for his misplaced blame. Drade was pleasantly surprised to hear that Sam had finally listened to reason when she walked in to check on Lucifer that night. It took a while but eventually Lucifer began to recover from his injuries, gaining strength swiftly as his grace returned to him. One morning Lucifer walked out side before anyone woke up or so he thought but little did he know that Sam was outside sitting on a bench when he saw him walk out. Lucifer took a deep breath of the fresh morning air then slowly, gently unfurled his gorgeous 8, sunburst wings letting the light from the rising sun hit each feather making them shimmer. Sam watched in awe as Lucifer stretched his wings then beat them a couple of times before leaping upwards while beating his wings downwards. Lucifer caught the air current lifting him off the ground as he tested his wings to see if he could still fly and oh could he ever allowing Sam to see for the first time why he was dubbed the most handsome archangel in heaven.  

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Five People You Actually Meet in Heaven

Several years ago I watched the movie The Five People You Meet in Heaven. If you haven’t seen the movie, consider this your spoiler alert. It’s based on Mitch Albom’s 2003 novel that follows the afterlife adventures of Eddie, who was killed in an attempt to save a girl at an amusement park.

In heaven, a confused Eddie meets five people who played roles at turning points in Eddie’s life or in whose lives Eddie played a role and didn’t know it. Eddie meets someone known simply as the "Blue Man" who, it turns out, died of a heart attack caused when Eddie, as a boy, wildly threw a ball into the middle of the road on which the man was driving, and it literally startled him to death. Eddie then meets his World War II Army captain who sacrificed himself for the platoon; then a young woman that helps Eddie forgive his father; then Eddie’s childless wife, Marguerite; and finally a girl that Eddie saw (and attempted to save) during the war in the Philippines.

Because Eddie’s experience is more about reconciliation with events and people in his earthly life, the movie is more like purgatory than the beatific vision. Obviously, the movie does not pretend to be an accurate portrayal of heaven, but it falls short on morality as well. There’s little mention of biblical principles, and God is mentioned only briefly.

Eddie seems to be something of a relativist, and the movie promotes the idea that things in life are random, and we need to accept that. The point of the movie is summed up in the response of one of the characters to Eddie: “You have peace . . . when you make it with yourself.”

Though the movie falls woefully short, it serves as a jumping-off point to explore the real people we will meet in heaven.

St. Peter

Be prepared to meet the first pope. He’s often said to be the heavenly gatekeeper, which is an informal reference to Jesus giving him the keys: “I will give you the keys of the kingdom of heaven, and whatever you bind on earth shall be bound in heaven, and whatever you loose on earth shall be loosed in heaven” (Matt. 16:19). It’s a longstanding tradition of the Church that martyrs such as Peter go immediately to heaven. While it doesn’t explicitly state this, the Catechism of the Catholic Church does allude to it as the premier act of faith:

Martyrdom is the supreme witness given to the truth of the faith: it means bearing witness even unto death. The martyr bears witness to Christ who died and rose, to whom he is united by charity. He bears witness to the truth of the faith and of Christian doctrine. He endures death through an act of fortitude (CCC 2473).

Other saints?

Yup. You’ll meet them as well. We pray in our creed, “I believe in life everlasting. . . . I believe in the communion of saints.” Because heaven is the place of the Church Triumphant, you’ll meet every saint that ever lived. Ever.

Family and loved ones

The Bible is clear that we will meet friends, family. and other loved ones in heaven:

But we would not have you ignorant, brethren, concerning those who are asleep, that you may not grieve as others do who have no hope. For since we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so, through Jesus, God will bring with him those who have fallen asleep. For this we declare to you by the word of the Lord, that we who are alive, who are left until the coming of the Lord, shall not precede those who have fallen asleep. For the Lord himself will descend from heaven with a cry of command, with the archangel’s call, and with the sound of the trumpet of God. And the dead in Christ will rise first; then we who are alive, who are left, shall be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air; and so we shall always be with the Lord  (1 Thess. 4:13-18).

This won’t be in the same way we meet on Earth, but it will be more intimate, because we will share in the full communion of Christ and the knowledge of the beatific vision. So have no fear for those you love—if they’re in heaven, you’ll meet them again.

Atheists and other nonbelievers

This one is unexpected but indisputable:

Since it rejects or denies the existence of God, atheism is a sin against the virtue of religion. The imputability of this offense can be significantly diminished in virtue of the intentions and the circumstances (CCC 2125).

Of the many salvific doctrines of the Catholic Church, this is one our Protestant brothers and sisters dislike the most. Personally, I love it. It proves that there is no agenda or exclusivity as to whom God chooses to bring into his heavenly kingdom. We don’t hold the deed and property right.

This subject is dense, but if you’d like to read more, please see this excellent article from Tim Staples.  

Guardian angel?

Yup. They’re real, and they have a solemn duty. The Catechism says,

From its beginning until death, human life is surrounded by their watchful care and intercession. . . . Already here on earth the Christian life shares by faith in the blessed company of angels and men united in God (CCC 336).

The young St. Gonzaga wrote that our guardian angels will accompany us immediately to the judgment, and, if we’re sent to purgatory, our guardian angel will visit and console us. Thomas Aquinas confirms:

As guardians are appointed for men who have to pass by an unsafe road, so an angel guardian is assigned to each man as long as he is a wayfarer. When, however, he arrives at the end of life he no longer has a guardian angel; but in the kingdom he will have an angel to reign with him, in hell a demon to punish him. (Summa Theologiae, Part 1, Question 113, Article 4)

Bonus: Jesus and Mary

Of course! She was assumed into heaven. It’s a belief of Roman Catholics, Eastern Catholics, Oriental Orthodox, and Anglicans (see Munificentissimus Deus by Pius XII). And Christ ascended to the right hand of the Father (Mark 16:19).

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