It’s a Wonderful Lie (Chapter 10)

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Title: It’s a Wonderful Lie (Chapter 10)
Author: Mystic7194
Pairings: Lucifer!Dean/Castiel
Rating: R
Word Count: WIP. Total so far: over 25 K. This chapter: 3,074
Spoilers: This chapter has specific 4.16 and 4.21/4.22 references. There are overall spoilers up to the end of season 4. This fic ignores the events of season 5.
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?
Warnings Overall: slash, graphic sex, Lucifer!Dean, mild violence, possible character death
Warnings This Chapter: graphic m/m shower sex, some discussion of mild violence

AN: Update! I had a super hectic weekend. I just finally had the time to sit down and edit this chapter. Originally this chapter was much shorted but then Dean demanded a sex scene and Cas wanted to talk to Bobby so I added both of those scenes. Enjoy!

Dean sleeps through the night in his angel’s arms. Castiel acts as a silent guardian against his lover’s nightmares. Whenever the hunter begins to show signs of bad dreams, Cas sooths them away with gentle touches.

Watching Dean sleep gives Castiel time to think. He thinks about the heavenly family that he gave up to become a Winchester. He remembers Sam’s kind wife who has always made him feel welcome in her home and their lively children who have taken to calling him ‘Uncle Cas’. He wonders how (not if, how) Dean plans to rescue them. He plans how, once they’ve finally taken care of Zachariah, he’s going to show Dean that he’ll never leave him.

Around noon the next day, Castiel hears Dean’s breathing change as his lover shifts from sleeping to waking.

“Ugh,” Dean groans as he tries to hide his face from the noonday sunlight.

“How are you feeling?” Castiel inquires.

“I slept fine,” Dean states. “But right now I’ve got a killer hangover. It feels like I’ve gone ten rounds with a demon. Then, the demon got together with a bunch of his friends, put on stilettos, and begun to tap dance inside my brain.”

Castiel listens attentively to his lover’s complaints. Then, he gently pulls the blanket away from Dean’s face and places a soft kiss on his forehead. Dean’s face breaks into a megawatt smile as the pain and nausea recede.

Cas knows that Dean should be able to heal himself, but he also knows that there is a certain absolution in being healed by someone else. It’s proof that someone cares and thinks that he doesn’t deserve the pain.

“Better?” Castiel asks. Dean responds by enthusiastically kissing Castiel’s lips. It’s Castiel who eventually pulls away. “Bobby and your brother will be waiting for us downstairs.”

“Oh alright,” Dean grumbles. “But we better have a show first, because- no offense- we both smell pretty ripe. Come on, we’ll save time if we take one together.” The last sentence is heavily shaded with innuendo.

“I sincerely doubt that,” Castiel states dryly. He follows Dean to the bathroom anyway, shedding his clothes as he goes.

***

Dean dumps his clothes in the corner of the small bathroom and turns on the shower. Castiel can’t help but stare at his lover’s ass as he bends over to adjust the temperature.

“See something you like?” Dean teases when he notices his lover’s gaze.

“Very much so,” Castiel replies seriously.

Dean has to hide a slight blush as he steps under the cascading water. Castiel follows him. Bobby’s shower is small, obviously not designed for two people, but Dean doesn’t mind. It gives him the excuse to press closer to Cas. They relax under the calming spray for a moment before focusing on getting clean.

Dean steps away, leaving Castiel under the flowing water. Dean grabs Bobby’s shampoo, unscented unlike his brother’s fruity girl shampoo. He pours some of the thick liquid on his hand before transferring it to Castiel’s hair.

Castiel closes his eyes and lets out a low moan as skillful fingers massage his scalp, working the shampoo until Castiel’s head is covered in white bubbles. Dean tilts Castiel’s head back into the falling water. Both of his hands run through the angel’s hair as he rinses all the suds from Castiel’s dark hair.

Then, it’s Dean’s turn. Their lips meet in a short but passionate kiss as they trade places. Now Dean is under the spray with Castiel facing him. Castiel repeats Dean’s movements slowly and reverently. He continues to work his hands in Dean’s hair long after all traces of the shampoo are gone. Dean’s cock begins to take notice. He ignores it for now.

Instead Dean discards the bottle of shampoo and finds a bar of soap. He begins at the top with Castiel’s shoulders. Dean’s hands move is small circles as he cleans first the angel’s left shoulder then the right. He leaves bite marks on his neck before lovingly running the soap over it. He makes a show of avoiding Castiel’s nipples before rubbing them each in turn until they become hard little pebbles. Castiel groans with pleasure. Dean smirks before moving down to place slow, broad strokes across Castiel’s tight stomach.

Dean bypasses his lover’s cock and balls in favor of the angel’s thighs. Dean gently raises Castiel’s right leg letting his lover use the shower wall to balance. He strokes and kneads the muscles from hip to foot. The tense muscles twitch and are finally coaxed into relaxing under Dean’s skillful hands. Once all the muscles in the left leg are loose, he repeats the technique on Castiel’s left leg. Castiel hums happily at the pleasant sensations. His eyes have glossed over and he’s forgot the reason they were supposed to hurry. He seems content to stay in Bobby’s shower all day.

Dean gently turns the plaint angel around so that his back is to Dean. He uses his strong hand to clean and massage the angel’s back. Castiel slumps against the shower wall as his legs go gooey from Dean’s touch. Dean also lays trails of love bites from shoulder to waist. Then he runs his tongue tenderly over the red mark. Cas shivers slightly.

Dean begins kissing Castiel’s neck as his nimble fingers trail downward. They affectionately stroke the fleshy globes of his ass. Castiel doesn’t think much of it, until they begin to tease the flesh just outside his hole. Castiel thrusts back against the fingers, hoping for more. Dean slides just the tip of two fingers into Castiel. It feels good, but it’s not enough.

“Dean,” Castiel’s tone makes it clear that if Dean doesn’t start fucking him soon, there will be dire consequences. Dean smiles and does as Castiel asks. He quickly, but thoroughly stretches the angel with two and then three fingers. When Dean finally presses his cock into Castiel’s hot passage there is little resistance. Castiel suddenly realizes that Dean is slick with something tingly that Castiel doubts he found in Bobby’s shower. Castiel makes a questioning noise. ‘Where had Dean gotten lube?’

“I may not be a boy scout, but I was taught to always be prepared,” Dean explains seductively.

Before Castiel can respond, Dean is hitting the sweet spot inside him making him forget everything else. Dean thrusts deeply several times, always hitting Castiel’s prostate, before he suddenly stills. Castiel is about to raise a complaint when he feels Dean’s hands slink around to his front. One hand fists Castiel’s throbbing member while the other takes hold of his balls.

Dean begins to fondle Castiel’s cock and balls, as he resumes moving inside him. Castiel wreathes under so many incredible feelings. He can’t decide whether he should push back onto Dean’s pounding cock or forward into his nimble hands. Cas begins to pant and make the little noises in the back of his throat that Dean has learned means that the angel is getting close to orgasm.

Dean increases the speed of his strokes, quickly bringing Castiel’s over-sensitized body over the edge. The electric intensity of his pleasure makes his vision go completely white as he explodes all over the shower wall. His hot hole spasming and tensing around Dean’s cock means that Dean quickly follows his lover to orgasm. Castiel feels Dean’s cum flood into his sated body that still hums with the echoes of pleasure. He slumps boneless against the shower wall as Dean cleans the both of them off.

***

“You head on down, I’ll be along in a minute,” a damp, half-dressed Dean suggests to a dry, fully clothed Castiel.

“Dean,” Cas begins.

“I swear I’ll be down soon,” Dean interrupts. “I’m not going to try to escape out the window, Cas. We’re on the second floor. Where would I go? I just need a minute. Please.” Castiel can see the sincerity on Dean’s face.

“As you wish,” Castiel says giving Dean a quick kiss on the lips before heading down the stairs.

Castiel finds Bobby sitting alone at the kitchen table sipping a cup of coffee and reading the paper. Castiel sits in the chair across the table from him.

“Robert Singer,” Cas inclines his head in greeting.

“Castiel,” Bobby returns that greeting. His eyes rest on the bite marks that Dean left on the angel’s neck during their shower. He can’t help but ask. “So how long have you and Dean been…” He trails off looking for the right word.

“Fornicating?” Cas supplies helpfully.

“Been together,” Bobby corrects. “How long have you been together?”

“We began our relationship shortly after Anna’s escape,” Castiel begins to explain. “I saw her kiss him and I felt something. In the beginning I didn’t understand it. I had never experienced all the feelings that Dean began within me. I eventually saw that it was jealously. I was jealous that Anna was able to kiss Dean. I wanted to kiss Dean. But I refrained. Human-angel relationships were forbidden.

One night I arrived in his room with information regarding the seals. He was alone, tired and hurting from dreams of his time spent in the pit. I wanted to comfort him. I wasn’t thinking. I kissed him. He reciprocated.

That was how it began.”

“And now?” Bobby asks.

“I love him,” Castiel states simply, as if that explains everything.

“Who would have thought that Dean the hedonist would end up with a holy angel of the lord?” Bobby wonders rhetorically. “But you two seem to be good for each other. He needs someone to make sure he doesn’t drive himself into an early grave with cheeseburgers, sleepless nights, and booze. While you needed someone to help you loosen up and make choices for yourself.”

Castiel nods in agreement.

“And when this is all over,” Bobby continues. “You don’t be a stranger. You’re an honorary Winchester now and we’ve got to stick together.”

“Thank you, Bobby,” Castiel replies gratefully.

Any response is cut off by the noise of Dean heading down the stairs toward the kitchen. There are also footsteps coming from the hallway.

Both Sam and Dean enter the kitchen at the same moment. Everyone freezes for a moment. They stare at the other like two rival alpha males. Each man watches the other for the slightest movement, convinced that he could attack at any moment. Tension fills the air for several long minutes… until Bobby has had enough.

“Will you idjets quit puffin up yer chests like a bunch of territorial pigeons so we can get down to work?”

A terse ‘fine’ comes from both boys as they each take a seat at Bobby’s kitchen table.

“So how do we rescue Diana and the kids without a bloodbath?” Bobby asks. Dean is about to speak but
Sam beats him to it.

“We could try to talk to them,” Sam suggests. “Negotiate. Maybe if they get what they want they’ll return my family.” Everyone at the table knows that what the angels want is Dean’s head on a pike. That Sam would suggest giving it to them sends a flash of anger deep within Dean, but he pushes it down and replies calmly.

“I doubt it,” Dean states. “These aren’t Michael Landon’s fluffy winged angels. These are the smiting, Sodom and Gomorrah, type angels. Human lives are less than worthless to them. If they could get what they want by wiping out the entire state- hell the entire county- they would do it without blinking an eye. Do you think they would really think twice about eliminating your family once they didn’t need them anymore?”

“Then what do you think we should do, Dean?!” Sam shouts. “Do you have a better plan?”

“Part of one,” Dean replies. “We need to find your family and get them out of there before we take on Zach.
We need to get them out of danger before the fur starts to fly.”

“How do we even find them?” Sam asks. “The angels could have taken them anywhere.”

“We have that covered,” Castiel replies.

***

Dean opens up the glove compartment of the impala and pulls out a handheld device about the size of a cell phone.

“Do you know if Nate had the mini-impala I gave him when they took him?” Dean asks Sam.

“How would I…” Sam begins to complain, but stops when his brother gives him a no nonsense look. “He probably did. He never lets it out of him sight for even a second. Why?”

Dean turns the device on and the screen flickers to life. On the screen is a map with a blinking red dot over the picture of a small building and a set of coordinates that correspond with a specific location.

“This is why,” Dean states. “I put a tracker in the car. We can use it to find them.”

“You lo-jacked my kid,” Sam states astonished.

“Kids,” Dean corrects. “There’s a tracker in Robin’s shoes and backpack. I also put one in the lining of a few of Diana’s favorite purses.

“Why?” Sam wonders.

“Because I watch the news, Sammy,” Dean states. “Kids and even grown adults are abducted every day and those are the normal ones who don’t have to worry about all the things that go bump in the night that we’ve pissed off over the years. I just wanted to have a fighting chance to save them if something happened.” Sam is quiet as he takes in his brother’s explanation.

“Well now we know where they are,” Bobby breaks the silence. “But what do we do when we find them.

Dean walks around to the back of the car a pulls out a knife from under the false bottom of the trunk. The knife is made of silver, long and thin. It’s identical to the blade that Uriel had used to murder other angels before Anna had used it to kill him.

“We can kill Zach with this,” Dean explains.

“If we can get the layout of where the prisoners are being held we may be able to achieve the element of surprise,” Castiel states.

“Do you have a computer, Bobby?” Sam asks. “It shouldn’t be too hard to find the building’s blueprints on the internet.”

“Sure I do,” Bobby replied. “It might be a tad old though.”

***

After they print the blueprints using Bobby’s ancient looking computer, they spread the pages across the kitchen table and begin to strategize. They strategize through a dinner of deliver pizza and into the night. As it gets late the members of this little war counsel get tired and their fuses get short.

“Why can’t we use that side entrance?” Sam asks crossly, pointing to a spot on the facility map.

“Sam, we’ve been over this,” Dean answers heatedly. “That door is going to have an alarm system rigged to it as well as angels guarding it. We’d be caught before we can even step in the doorway.”

“How do you know that?” Sam argues. “We don’t have that kind of intel. Have you scoped the place out with your freaky Devil powers?”

“Only if common sense is a freaky power,” Dean retorts. “Maybe it is. Obviously you don’t have it.” Chairs clatter to the ground as both Winchester boys jump to their feet preparing for a fight. Castiel and Bobby quickly move to pull them apart.

“Ok that’s enough,” Bobby proclaims loudly. “I think it’s time for bed. It’s late and you Winchesters get cranky if you don’t get enough sleep. Go. You won’t be able to defeat Zach if you kill each other first.”

Dean turns away from Sam and begins to climb the stairs. He pauses to look back at Castiel who doesn’t seem to be following him.

“You coming up, Cas?” Dean asks his lover.

“I am not yet tired,” Castiel responds. “I require some time to contemplate. I will join you shortly.”

“Suit yourself,” Dean replies before disappearing up the stairs. Castiel heads out the back door with a nod to the two remaining men. Bobby heads toward his own bedroom with a grunted good night.

Sam watches everyone leave, waiting a moment before following Castiel outside.

***

When Sam steps out the backdoor into the salvage yard, Castiel is nowhere to be found. Sam wanders between the stacks of rusty cars looking for the angel. Eventually Sam finds him in a large open space, staring at the stars. He seems completely captivated by what he’s looking at. Sam approaches slowly, convinced that Castiel doesn’t even notice his presence… until the angel suddenly speaks.

“Hello, Sam,” Castiel says without taking his eyes off the sky.

“Hey, Cas,” Sam replies then trails off into an extended silence.

“Do you require something?” Castiel eventually asks, finally looking at Sam.

“I need helping understanding this,” Sam finally says.

“Understand what, Sam?” Castiel tilts his head to the side, obviously confused.

“I need to know why you side with him,” Sam clarifies. “How can you side with Lucifer?”

“I do not side with Lucifer, I side with your brother,” Castiel states.

“How do you know Dean is even in there anymore? How do you know Lucifer isn’t playing all of us?” Sam continues to question.

“I can feel it,” Castiel replies. “It feels like your brother is still in control of his own body. It doesn’t feel like he is being possessed.”

“So all you’ve got to go on is a feeling?” Sam challenges. “What if you’re wrong?”

“I can’t be wrong,” Castiel protests. “I love him. I have given up everything I had known for millennia to be with him. I would lay down my life
for him. He is worth everything to me. He can’t be gone. I have to trust him. I failed him once by choosing to side with the other angels when I should have chosen him. I eventually realized my error, but it was too late. I cannot fail him again. This time I must trust him.” Castiel trails off. Although the angel tries to hide it, Sam can tell that he is upset. “I must go, Samuel,” Cas declares before swiftly heading back to the house.

Sam remains in the salvage yard, Castiel’s words of desperation ringing in his ears.

‘Does Castiel believe because it makes sense or because the alternative in unbearable?’ Sam wonders. He can’t help but feel bad for the
angel.

Eventually, after much thought, Sam makes a decision.

***

AN: That’s all for now. Please leave me a review. They make me a happy girl. I’ll try to update again soon. Even I’m not sure what exactly is going to happen in the next chapter. I’m going to try to make this story 13 chapters with an epilogue. I’ll try to finish by the end of August.
Until next time : )

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