It’s a Wonderful Lie (Chapter 7)
Title: It’s a Wonderful Lie (Chapter 7)
Pairing: Lucifer!Dean/Castiel
Overall Rating: R
Overall Warnings: slash, graphic sex, Lucifer!Dean, mild violence
This Chapter Warnings: mild violence
Spoilers: Up to the end of season 4. Ignores the events of season 5
Disclaimer: I have no money please don’t sue.
Summary: Dean is Lucifer (not possessed) and decides to screw the angels (and demons) over and NOT bring about the apocalypse.
Cas still loves Lucifer!Dean and thus commence the sexin’s.
How does Sam react? Not well. Dean erases Sam’s memory and hides him from the angels that want them both happen. 13 years later Sam has a family. What happens when the angels find them?
AN: Sorry this is so late (and short). Collage is kicking my ass. I just wanted to update with what I could. I hope you enjoy it.
*Meanwhile, in Bobby’s living room*
Dean has followed Bobby into the kitchen to have a private conversation, leaving Castiel and Sam alone in the living room.
“So… Lucas…Cas”, Sam begins before trailing off. Sam realizes that although he met his brother’s boyfriend more than 10 years ago he knows very little about him. The other man was very quiet and had a tendency to fade into the background when he wanted to. Even when he did speak it was rarely about himself. It made Sam curious.
“Where are you from?” Sam finally asks. Cas tilts his head slightly to the right and Sam decides to rephrase the question. “Where did you grow up?”
“Everywhere,” Castiel answers cryptically after a long pause.
“Do you have any family, Cas?” Sam continues to question, desperate to learn something about the other man.
“I have many brothers,” Cas responds.
“Oh,” Sam is surprised. He’s never heard anything about them. “Are you guys close?”
“Once they were everything to me,” Cas tells him. “But I haven’t spoken to them in many years.”
“What happened?” Sam asks.
“I met Dean,” Cas explains. “They were in conflict. I could not have both. I choose Dean. ” The ‘and gave up everything for him’ goes unspoken but it resonates loudly within Sam’s mind. At that moment Dean and Bobby return from the kitchen. Dean’s expression makes Sam forget what he was going to say. Dean looks like a man being led to the gallows.
“What’s going on Dean?” Sam doesn’t think he’s ever seen his brother look this nervous before.
“Uh,… well Sammy… Bobby and I were talking… and um” Dean looks to Bobby hoping for a way out but, while the older man’s face is sympathetic, he shows no sign of relenting. “And we think there might be a way to help you regain your memory.” Sam is shocked by the news.
“Really?!” Sam asks with barely contained enthusiasm. “Are you sure? What do we have to do?”
“It should work,” Dean assures. “It’s simple. Lay down on the couch and I’ll do the rest.”
Sam slowly gets up. Part of him is skeptical that this is going to work. They’ve spent years trying to fix him. If this solution is so simple why didn’t they try it before? Nevertheless, he can’t stop keep a part of himself from hoping. He lies back on the couch with his head on one of the armrests. The couch is so small that Sam’s feet hang over the other end. Sam involuntarily flinches when Dean unexpectedly places his hands on Sam’s forehead.
“Just relax, Sammy,” Dean instructs. His words strike Sam as a little hypocritical given how tense his brother is.
Sam opens his mouth to make a sarcastic comment but a sudden head rush causes him to close it again. His vision swims. Suddenly instead of feeling his brother’s hands on his head it feels as though they are inside his head. It feels as though they are pressing and stretching his brain like it’s a ball of Play Dough. Suddenly there’s the sensation of a weight that he wasn’t even aware of being lifted but Sam doesn’t have much time to feel relieved. Without warning a wave of memories overwhelm Sam. It’s like he’s drowning in the images and sounds and sensations that overrun his mind. It becomes too much and Sam looses consciousness.
***
Dean paces the length of Bobby’s living room once again. He’d tried to sit still and just wait for Sam to wake up but each time he sat down he was up pacing again within five minutes. Castiel has given up his attempts to keep his lover calm and is resigned to watch from the sofa as Dean moves around the room. Bobby pokes his head in to check on them every 15 minutes or so, while keeping himself busy in other parts of the house.
It takes a few hours but finally Sam begins to twitch as he moves toward waking. Dean immediately is at his brother’s side. He places a hand on his brother’s shoulder trying to guide the younger man from sleep.
“Come on, Sammy,” Dean encourages. “We need you to come back to us. Wakey wakey, bro.” Dean smiles as his brother’s eyes open. The smile falls as an unexpected fist smashes into Dean’s face and knocks him on his ass. Bobby and Castiel just barely succeed in holding Sam back as he tries to continue his attack on Dean.
Dean stares openmouthed at his brother as he hits the floor. His world narrows to the faint sting of pain on his face and sight of his brother on the couch thrashing like a wild animal against the hands restraining him.
“Sam! Calm down boy,” Bobby commands. Sam instantly stills.
“Bobby?” Sam looks up at the older man in confusion. He looks like a little lost child. Bobby guesses that all of Sam’s memories haven’t settled yet. Nearly thirty years of memories that had been locked away are trying to find their place among 13 years worth of new memories. His head is probably a pretty confusing place right now.
“Yeah, Sam it’s me,” Bobby reassures. “I’ve got you boy.” He leans over and whispers a command to Cas who nods.
Castiel moves so quietly to Dean’s side that he is startled when he feels Castiel’s hand on his shoulder.
“Dean,” Castiel says gently. “We must allow Samuel to calm down. Please.” Dean feels numb all over like his entire body has been shot full of Novocain. He is only half-aware of what is going on around him as he allows Castiel to lead him into the other room and away from his little brother who had just tried to kill him with his bare hands.
AN: Thanks for reading. Please drop me a review. University is kicking my ass write now. So I probably won’t be able to post the next chapter until after final exams which are the first week of May. But please stay tuned. The next couple of chapters should be interesting. There is going to be a lot of fighting within our little family before we can get to fighting the angels. So until next time : )
Prologue/Chapter 1/ Chapter 2/Chapter 3/Chapter 4 / Chapter 5/ Chapter 6/ Chapter 7/ Chapter 8
Pairing: Lucifer!Dean/Castiel
Overall Rating: R
Overall Warnings: slash, graphic sex, Lucifer!Dean, mild violence
This Chapter Warnings: mild violence
Spoilers: Up to the end of season 4. Ignores the events of season 5
Disclaimer: I have no money please don’t sue.
Summary: Dean is Lucifer (not possessed) and decides to screw the angels (and demons) over and NOT bring about the apocalypse.
Cas still loves Lucifer!Dean and thus commence the sexin’s.
How does Sam react? Not well. Dean erases Sam’s memory and hides him from the angels that want them both happen. 13 years later Sam has a family. What happens when the angels find them?
AN: Sorry this is so late (and short). Collage is kicking my ass. I just wanted to update with what I could. I hope you enjoy it.
*Meanwhile, in Bobby’s living room*
Dean has followed Bobby into the kitchen to have a private conversation, leaving Castiel and Sam alone in the living room.
“So… Lucas…Cas”, Sam begins before trailing off. Sam realizes that although he met his brother’s boyfriend more than 10 years ago he knows very little about him. The other man was very quiet and had a tendency to fade into the background when he wanted to. Even when he did speak it was rarely about himself. It made Sam curious.
“Where are you from?” Sam finally asks. Cas tilts his head slightly to the right and Sam decides to rephrase the question. “Where did you grow up?”
“Everywhere,” Castiel answers cryptically after a long pause.
“Do you have any family, Cas?” Sam continues to question, desperate to learn something about the other man.
“I have many brothers,” Cas responds.
“Oh,” Sam is surprised. He’s never heard anything about them. “Are you guys close?”
“Once they were everything to me,” Cas tells him. “But I haven’t spoken to them in many years.”
“What happened?” Sam asks.
“I met Dean,” Cas explains. “They were in conflict. I could not have both. I choose Dean. ” The ‘and gave up everything for him’ goes unspoken but it resonates loudly within Sam’s mind. At that moment Dean and Bobby return from the kitchen. Dean’s expression makes Sam forget what he was going to say. Dean looks like a man being led to the gallows.
“What’s going on Dean?” Sam doesn’t think he’s ever seen his brother look this nervous before.
“Uh,… well Sammy… Bobby and I were talking… and um” Dean looks to Bobby hoping for a way out but, while the older man’s face is sympathetic, he shows no sign of relenting. “And we think there might be a way to help you regain your memory.” Sam is shocked by the news.
“Really?!” Sam asks with barely contained enthusiasm. “Are you sure? What do we have to do?”
“It should work,” Dean assures. “It’s simple. Lay down on the couch and I’ll do the rest.”
Sam slowly gets up. Part of him is skeptical that this is going to work. They’ve spent years trying to fix him. If this solution is so simple why didn’t they try it before? Nevertheless, he can’t stop keep a part of himself from hoping. He lies back on the couch with his head on one of the armrests. The couch is so small that Sam’s feet hang over the other end. Sam involuntarily flinches when Dean unexpectedly places his hands on Sam’s forehead.
“Just relax, Sammy,” Dean instructs. His words strike Sam as a little hypocritical given how tense his brother is.
Sam opens his mouth to make a sarcastic comment but a sudden head rush causes him to close it again. His vision swims. Suddenly instead of feeling his brother’s hands on his head it feels as though they are inside his head. It feels as though they are pressing and stretching his brain like it’s a ball of Play Dough. Suddenly there’s the sensation of a weight that he wasn’t even aware of being lifted but Sam doesn’t have much time to feel relieved. Without warning a wave of memories overwhelm Sam. It’s like he’s drowning in the images and sounds and sensations that overrun his mind. It becomes too much and Sam looses consciousness.
***
Dean paces the length of Bobby’s living room once again. He’d tried to sit still and just wait for Sam to wake up but each time he sat down he was up pacing again within five minutes. Castiel has given up his attempts to keep his lover calm and is resigned to watch from the sofa as Dean moves around the room. Bobby pokes his head in to check on them every 15 minutes or so, while keeping himself busy in other parts of the house.
It takes a few hours but finally Sam begins to twitch as he moves toward waking. Dean immediately is at his brother’s side. He places a hand on his brother’s shoulder trying to guide the younger man from sleep.
“Come on, Sammy,” Dean encourages. “We need you to come back to us. Wakey wakey, bro.” Dean smiles as his brother’s eyes open. The smile falls as an unexpected fist smashes into Dean’s face and knocks him on his ass. Bobby and Castiel just barely succeed in holding Sam back as he tries to continue his attack on Dean.
Dean stares openmouthed at his brother as he hits the floor. His world narrows to the faint sting of pain on his face and sight of his brother on the couch thrashing like a wild animal against the hands restraining him.
“Sam! Calm down boy,” Bobby commands. Sam instantly stills.
“Bobby?” Sam looks up at the older man in confusion. He looks like a little lost child. Bobby guesses that all of Sam’s memories haven’t settled yet. Nearly thirty years of memories that had been locked away are trying to find their place among 13 years worth of new memories. His head is probably a pretty confusing place right now.
“Yeah, Sam it’s me,” Bobby reassures. “I’ve got you boy.” He leans over and whispers a command to Cas who nods.
Castiel moves so quietly to Dean’s side that he is startled when he feels Castiel’s hand on his shoulder.
“Dean,” Castiel says gently. “We must allow Samuel to calm down. Please.” Dean feels numb all over like his entire body has been shot full of Novocain. He is only half-aware of what is going on around him as he allows Castiel to lead him into the other room and away from his little brother who had just tried to kill him with his bare hands.
AN: Thanks for reading. Please drop me a review. University is kicking my ass write now. So I probably won’t be able to post the next chapter until after final exams which are the first week of May. But please stay tuned. The next couple of chapters should be interesting. There is going to be a lot of fighting within our little family before we can get to fighting the angels. So until next time : )
Prologue/Chapter 1/ Chapter 2/Chapter 3/Chapter 4 / Chapter 5/ Chapter 6/ Chapter 7/ Chapter 8