It’s a Wonderful Lie (Chapter 8)
Title: It’s a Wonderful Lie (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?
Chapter 8:
AN: Update! Yay! Finally. I know it’s been a long time, but final exams and writer’s block were kicking my ass. Sorry. Please enjoy this chapter.
Dean wants to walk back down the stairs. He wants to go back into Bobby’s living room. He wants to confront his brother. And say what?
He’s pretty sure that Hallmark doesn’t make an “I’m sorry I’m The King of Hell” greeting card. The chance of finding one that says “I’m sorry I messed with your memories and inadvertently put your family in the path of some homicidal angel dickheads” is even slimmer.
Maybe Dean could find a blank card with a really sad looking puppy on it and write all that crap on the inside. Who the fuck is he kidding? There aren’t enough sad puppies in the world to make Sam forgive him.
In his own opinion, he’d gotten off easy with a punch to the face. Sam had wanted to do worse than that and Dean figures that he would have deserved it. Dean has been keeping Sam from the apple pie life he deserves since long before the Lucifer issue. If Sam thought that a few punches would make up for all the shit that Sam has gone through then Dean would gladly accept them.
But, as Bobby would have pointed out, that won’t help their current situation. Even if Dean allowed his brother to beat him to a pulp, it wouldn’t help get Sam’s wife and children back from Zachariah.
So instead of heading back downstairs to talk to Sam, Dean allows Castiel to lead him up the stairs and away from his brother.
***
Castiel leads his lover up to one of Bobby’s spare bedrooms. The room is sparsely decorated, comfortable but largely bare. As Bobby saw it, the only type of people who would need to use his spare room are probably hunters and hunters should be used to far worse. This isn’t the Hilton after all. The small amount of furniture that has been placed in the room is covered in dust. It looks as though no one had stayed here in a long time, possibly since Sam’s failed demon blood detox. Castiel waves the hand not gripping his lover’s arm and the dust disappears. That’s one upside to having angel powers: instant maid.
He guides Dean, still lost in his thoughts, to the room’s only bed. It isn’t very large but they make do. Castiel lies with his back pressed against the wall; his chest serves as Dean’s pillow.
Technically, Dean hasn’t needed to sleep since he became Lucifer, but Cas has found that even just a few hours nap will make Dean much more relaxed. As Dean’s lover and second-in-command, it’s Castiel’s job to make sure that Dean is as relaxed and happy as possible.
Castiel wraps one arm around Dean, holding him close, while his other hand tenderly strokes his lover’s hair. He tries to subtly lull his lover's distracted mind toward sleep. Metal exhaustion and the angel’s soothing presence pull Dean from his dark thoughts and toward sleep.
“Cas?” Dean asks on the edge of slumber.
“Sleep, Dean,” Castiel gently commands. “I will be right here. Everything will be well. Sleep.” With those reassurances Dean slips into dreamland.
Unfortunately, despite Castiel’s attempts, it is a little over an hour before dreamland turns into nightmareland for Dean.
It begins with darkness and a crushing pressure on his chest. He can barely breathe with the unseen weight bearing down on upon him. He tries to push it away, but he can’t move his arms. Even his powers fail him. The mass just seems to become heavier as he struggles.
A light fills the formless space from seemingly every angle. It reveals the pressure to be from his brother seated upon his chest. Dean looks into Sam’s eyes and sees that they are filled with cold hatred. Sam wraps his hands around his brother’s neck and begins to squeeze.
“Sam?” Dean tries to ask, but there isn’t enough air in his lungs. The edges of his vision begin to darken as he attempts to plead with his brother. The last thing he sees before everything goes black is the cruel smile on his brother’s face.
***
Dean awakens with a gasp. He takes a few deep breaths and tries to reassure himself. He’s at Bobby’s sleeping in Castiel’s arms not some shapeless place being strangled by his brother. He tries to go back to sleep, but, even with his lover lying beside him, he can’t relax enough to fall back asleep. He’s too worked up. He just feels the need to get up and DO something. Castiel appears to be asleep beside him, but, as soon as he moves to get up, the angel’s eyes open.
“Dean?” Castiel’s voice is filled with questions.
“Relax, Cas,” Dean quickly reassures. “I’m just having some trouble sleeping. I’m a little wired. Bobby was telling me about this gorgeous ’67 Mustang that’s been wasting away out back. With a little TLC I bet I can make that baby purr like she just rolled off the assembly line.” Dean tries to turn on his trademark mega-watt smile, but only ends up doing a pale imitation of himself. He quickly flees the room before a confused and concerned Castiel can even sit up.
***
After Dean disappears up the stairs, Bobby tries to calm Sam down. It isn’t easy. Sam tries several times to follow his brother up the stairs even though his legs keep collapsing under him. Sam’s head seems to be spinning. Any sudden movements leave Sam feeling woozy.
“Sam, look at me,” Bobby commands. The younger man reluctantly tears his gaze away from the stairs. His vision swims a little as he moves his head too quickly. He feels like he might be sick. “Easy there boy. Just focus on me.” Sam tries and eventually his vision comes back into focus.
Bobby keeps Sam calm and focused on him until Sam’s world stop spinning. He lets Sam rest a bit before he tries to help Sam move without feeling ready to hurl. It takes about an hour, but Sam finally makes it into the kitchen without using Bobby as a crutch.
“Si’ down,” Bobby says pointing to a chair place at his kitchen table. “You want something to eat?” Sam nods. Now that he thinks about it, he realizes that he is hungry. “I ain’t no Martha Stewart, but I think I’ve got some soup round here somewhere.”
“Thanks, Bobby,” Sam tells him.
“Dun mention it, kid,” Bobby replies before leaving the dining room to go search for the soup.
Sam sits in his chair, waiting for Bobby to return. After a few minutes he begins to restlessly fidget in his chair. He glances out the window that he’s seated next to. It overlooks the salvage yard behind the house. He’s about to look away when something catches his eye. There’s Dean working on one of the old cars.
‘Not Dean,’ he mentally scolds himself ‘Lucifer’. He checks that Bobby is still busy on the hunt for soup and sneaks out the back door.
***
Dean is elbows deep under the Mustang’s hood when he feels it. It feels as though as shadow has fallen over his soul. He freezes. Without looking up he can feel Sam standing behind him. Dean takes a deep breath before extracting himself from the car’s engine and turning to face his brother.
At first, the two Winchester boys just stand several feet apart just staring at each other. It looks like the showdown scene from an old cowboy movie. Sam’s face is filled with rage; Dean’s face is set in resignation. As the standoff stretches on with no motion from either side, Dean begins to get frustrated.
“If you’re wanna take a shot at me, Sammy,” Dean hisses. “Just do it already. What are you waiting for?” Sam charges at Dean, his face twisted in explosive rage, and takes hold of the front of his shirt with one hand. The other hand is raised in a shaking fist poised to strike his brother. He breathes deeply, trying to calm himself. He slowly lowers his hand, turns, and walks a few paces from his brother.
“I will kill you,” Sam says, his voice portraying the certainty of his statement. “But first I want you to tell me what the hell is going on. Why have you spent the last 13 years fucking with my head? Why remove my memories? Why give me that fake life only to suddenly take it all away?”
“I had to Sammy,” Dean replies. His annoyance has been replaced sympathy for his confused brother. “I wanted to protect you. You were all gung-ho about doing suicide missions for the angels and it was going to get you killed. I couldn’t let that happen. I needed to do something to keep you safe. If I could give you the life you’d always wanted too, then that was just a bonus.”
“Fuck you, Dean or Satan or whatever you are,” Sam snarls obviously not believing what Dean has told him. “Was it some sick game to you? Was that your idea of fun? I actually believed you were my brother; I bet you had a good laugh about that. Was any of it real or was it’s all a lie?”
“You family was... is,” Dean corrects himself “real. Do you remember the look in Diana’s eyes when she agreed to marry you? What did it feel like to hold Robin in your arms for the first time, only hours after she’d been born, when she was still a hairless little pink thing? Remember how afraid you were when Jesse broke his arm at school? All of that was real. Your family is real.”
“They aren’t just some demonic little Stepford family to keep me happy and out of your way?” Sam questions, his voice acidic.
“No!” Dean replied. “Cas and I were the only ones who knew they existed. I was able to keep them hidden until now. Somehow the angels found them. We need to save them.”
“So let me get this straight,” Sam continues to question. “Lucifer is telling me that I need to save my family from angels?”
“Yes Sam,” Dean states, frustrated. “They’re not all fluffy wings and Michael Langdon. They’re dicks. Dicks who will destroy anything that gets in their way. It does matter if it’s little kids and old ladies. They’re the ‘smite now ask questions later’ kind of guys. They won’t think twice about destroying your family.”
“Even if I believe you,” Sam asks. “Why would you care? Shouldn’t you be busy ruling hell with all your little evil minions?”
“Sammy, I care because they’re my family too!” Dean yells. “I was there when you went on your first date with Diana and I’ve known the kids since they were born. How could I not care about them?”
“I dunno,” Sam chuckles nastily. “Maybe because you’re the devil? You’re not exactly known for your loving care. You’re not even human.”
At that point, Dean loses his temper. He charges foreword and tackles his brother to the ground. They wrestle for several minutes in the dirt of the salvage yard, occasionally trading blows.
“Dean,” Dean freezes when he suddenly hears his name coming from the direction of the house. It’s Castiel. He and Bobby are standing a few feet away, watching them.
“What the hell are you boys doin’?!” Bobby shouts, but Dean can barely hear him. All he can focus on is Castiel’s face. The angel’s expressive face shows a mix of pity and disappointment. He can’t stand seeing those emotions on his lovers face. He hates each of them individually, but to see them together is just too much.
He races past Bobby, who had begun to lecture on what idgets the brothers are being, and into the house. The screen door slams behind him as he races inside. He practically runs back up to the guest room, only pausing momentarily to grab an unopened bottle whiskey from Bobby’s liquor cabinet.
AN: I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please submit a review, knowing people are reading helps sustain my will to write. I’m hoping to get the next chapter up within 2 weeks. Until next time : )
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