SPN: All It Takes...
Title: All It Takes...
Author: chef_geekier
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Pre-slash Lucifer/Castiel
Claim: Castiel/Lucifer and Jimmy/Nick
Theme: 14: Big Ball of Fluff
Prompt(s): Hug
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine - they belong to the Bible and the CW.
Summary: How Cas changed Lucifer's mind about the Apocalypse.
Word Count: 900
“Please brother. I beg you to reconsider.”
It was that phrase that made Lucifer pause. He was all set to raise Death, destroy anything in his path and do battle with Michael... until one little falling angel called him 'brother'.
“I'm not your brother,” Lucifer tried to keep the emotion out of his voice, but knew that he still sounded wistful.
“Yes you are,” Castiel responded softly but firmly, firelight dancing across his face. “You will always be the most beloved of the angels.”
“Maybe I was once. But-”
“You still are,” Castiel spoke over him. “Father left Heaven because he missed having you there. Michael and Raphael became so wrapped up in their orders that they have forgotten the intent behind the wording. They need you to temper them, to show them nuances.”
“They have Gabriel.”
“No they don't,” Castiel shook his head. “Gabriel fled Heaven. He couldn't stand the fighting, couldn't handle knowing that his favourite big brother had been banished. The other Archangels need you, Lucifer. They miss you.”
Lucifer was silent, trying to contain the pain he felt at Castiel's words. How he wished that it could be so, that he could return and be with his family once more.
“I can't,” he swallowed hard. The pain was hard to handle, so intense in this human vessel. “I have to fight Michael.”
“Who says so?” Castiel asked, heat coming into his words.
“...Our father.”
“I thought you were rebelling against his decisions?”
The answer took Lucifer by surprise, and he stepped back a little. This wasn't going the way he'd planned.
“The best way to prove your independence,” Castiel continued, seemingly ignoring Lucifer's moment of weakness, “is to think for yourself. You love Michael, and he loves you. Why would you want to kill him?”
“I don't. But he will insist on fighting.”
“Not necessarily.” There was a pause, and Castiel looked down, seemingly thinking. “I... may be able to help you find Gabriel. He would help you to end this, I know.”
Lucifer watched the younger angel for a while, heart aching, before he finally decided. He reached up and pulled a pipe out of the ceiling, causing it to land on the flames and give Castiel a bridge out. The angel took it, and stood in front of Lucifer, looking up into his eyes.
“There must be two sides to fight a war,” Castiel spoke softly. “Refuse to fight. You're strong enough to stand firm, and you won't be alone.”
“I... I don't think I can,” Lucifer whispered. How was such a young angel, a mere line soldier, making him feel so small and helpless?
“I have faith in you,” Castiel responded calmly, then stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Lucifer.
Lucifer froze, hardly comprehending what was happening, then closed his eyes and buried his face in Castiel's hair, hands clutching at the overcoat he wore. It had been so long since any of his brethren had willingly endured his touch, millennia since one had actually reached out to him. He hadn't realised how much he'd missed the simple joy of touching another angel. Even if this one was falling fast.
“See?” Castiel sounded amused. “Not everything the humans made is bad. Hugs are quite nice.”
“...How do I start?” Lucifer mumbled, clearly giving in. He felt Castiel's hands stroking up and down his back, giving comfort.
“Don't summon Death. Help the Winchesters and I to get the demons back under control, or kill them. Show the Winchesters that you have changed, and they will help you to stand up to Heaven without wiping out the planet.”
After a beat, Lucifer nodded, still clutching Castiel to his chest. He never wanted to let go.
“Gabriel will understand?” He asked instead, and felt Castiel nod against him.
“Yes. He doesn't want the world to end, or to see you and Michael tearing each other apart. He will support you in this decision.”
“Okay.” Reluctantly, he allowed Castiel to pull back. Seeming to know he needed it, the angel took his hand and pulled gently, leading him out of the building.
“Come on, Lucifer. Let's go find the boys. It's going to be all right.”
Lucifer wasn't sure where Castiel had learned to be so comforting, but he didn't care. If it gave him a chance to have his brothers back, Lucifer was willing to play nice with the Winchesters. With that thought, his grip on Castiel's hand tightened just a little. He was thankful for the young angel's stubbornness.
Castiel looked over his shoulder at Lucifer and his lips quirked in a small smile. It hit then, why Lucifer was so willing to listen to what the little one said. He smelled so similar to Lucifer that it hadn't struck at first - but he was a perfect potential mate.
Unable to resist, he tugged Castiel back and wrapped him in another hug. The young one didn't complain, just went along with it. Apparently, affection worked better than violence for him.
Nodding to himself, Lucifer released Castiel and squared his shoulders, ready to face the Winchesters. This was going to change a lot of plans, but he couldn't bring himself to care.
Author: chef_geekier
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Pre-slash Lucifer/Castiel
Claim: Castiel/Lucifer and Jimmy/Nick
Theme: 14: Big Ball of Fluff
Prompt(s): Hug
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine - they belong to the Bible and the CW.
Summary: How Cas changed Lucifer's mind about the Apocalypse.
Word Count: 900
“Please brother. I beg you to reconsider.”
It was that phrase that made Lucifer pause. He was all set to raise Death, destroy anything in his path and do battle with Michael... until one little falling angel called him 'brother'.
“I'm not your brother,” Lucifer tried to keep the emotion out of his voice, but knew that he still sounded wistful.
“Yes you are,” Castiel responded softly but firmly, firelight dancing across his face. “You will always be the most beloved of the angels.”
“Maybe I was once. But-”
“You still are,” Castiel spoke over him. “Father left Heaven because he missed having you there. Michael and Raphael became so wrapped up in their orders that they have forgotten the intent behind the wording. They need you to temper them, to show them nuances.”
“They have Gabriel.”
“No they don't,” Castiel shook his head. “Gabriel fled Heaven. He couldn't stand the fighting, couldn't handle knowing that his favourite big brother had been banished. The other Archangels need you, Lucifer. They miss you.”
Lucifer was silent, trying to contain the pain he felt at Castiel's words. How he wished that it could be so, that he could return and be with his family once more.
“I can't,” he swallowed hard. The pain was hard to handle, so intense in this human vessel. “I have to fight Michael.”
“Who says so?” Castiel asked, heat coming into his words.
“...Our father.”
“I thought you were rebelling against his decisions?”
The answer took Lucifer by surprise, and he stepped back a little. This wasn't going the way he'd planned.
“The best way to prove your independence,” Castiel continued, seemingly ignoring Lucifer's moment of weakness, “is to think for yourself. You love Michael, and he loves you. Why would you want to kill him?”
“I don't. But he will insist on fighting.”
“Not necessarily.” There was a pause, and Castiel looked down, seemingly thinking. “I... may be able to help you find Gabriel. He would help you to end this, I know.”
Lucifer watched the younger angel for a while, heart aching, before he finally decided. He reached up and pulled a pipe out of the ceiling, causing it to land on the flames and give Castiel a bridge out. The angel took it, and stood in front of Lucifer, looking up into his eyes.
“There must be two sides to fight a war,” Castiel spoke softly. “Refuse to fight. You're strong enough to stand firm, and you won't be alone.”
“I... I don't think I can,” Lucifer whispered. How was such a young angel, a mere line soldier, making him feel so small and helpless?
“I have faith in you,” Castiel responded calmly, then stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Lucifer.
Lucifer froze, hardly comprehending what was happening, then closed his eyes and buried his face in Castiel's hair, hands clutching at the overcoat he wore. It had been so long since any of his brethren had willingly endured his touch, millennia since one had actually reached out to him. He hadn't realised how much he'd missed the simple joy of touching another angel. Even if this one was falling fast.
“See?” Castiel sounded amused. “Not everything the humans made is bad. Hugs are quite nice.”
“...How do I start?” Lucifer mumbled, clearly giving in. He felt Castiel's hands stroking up and down his back, giving comfort.
“Don't summon Death. Help the Winchesters and I to get the demons back under control, or kill them. Show the Winchesters that you have changed, and they will help you to stand up to Heaven without wiping out the planet.”
After a beat, Lucifer nodded, still clutching Castiel to his chest. He never wanted to let go.
“Gabriel will understand?” He asked instead, and felt Castiel nod against him.
“Yes. He doesn't want the world to end, or to see you and Michael tearing each other apart. He will support you in this decision.”
“Okay.” Reluctantly, he allowed Castiel to pull back. Seeming to know he needed it, the angel took his hand and pulled gently, leading him out of the building.
“Come on, Lucifer. Let's go find the boys. It's going to be all right.”
Lucifer wasn't sure where Castiel had learned to be so comforting, but he didn't care. If it gave him a chance to have his brothers back, Lucifer was willing to play nice with the Winchesters. With that thought, his grip on Castiel's hand tightened just a little. He was thankful for the young angel's stubbornness.
Castiel looked over his shoulder at Lucifer and his lips quirked in a small smile. It hit then, why Lucifer was so willing to listen to what the little one said. He smelled so similar to Lucifer that it hadn't struck at first - but he was a perfect potential mate.
Unable to resist, he tugged Castiel back and wrapped him in another hug. The young one didn't complain, just went along with it. Apparently, affection worked better than violence for him.
Nodding to himself, Lucifer released Castiel and squared his shoulders, ready to face the Winchesters. This was going to change a lot of plans, but he couldn't bring himself to care.