Unexpected Destinies Chapter 199
Title: Unexpected Destinies
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: up to and including Exile on Main St., AU from the end of season 5
Warnings: AU, slash
Word Count: 2,625
Summary: Team Angel plans for The Battle.
PRESENT
"So, Iceland," Sam stated, looking at the map that Dean had grabbed from the library. "Are we sure?"
"Yes," Michael replied, absently stretching a wing and smiling when he accidently brushed the tip against his true vessel who teasingly tugged lightly at a primary feather.
"While it is not the most ideal location, it's probably the best one that we can get Lucifer to come to," Raziel added.
"Speaking of which, just how do we plan to get him there?" Bobby questioned.
"I shall call him," Michael replied. "The only way for him to achieve total victory is to defeat me, so he'll come."
"Are you sure?" Sam asked. "I mean, sure, he met you voluntarily at Stull Cemetery, but this time he's the one at a disadvantage, not you."
"Lucifer's greatest weakness has always been his pride," Raphael stated. "It makes him overconfident."
"He did tell Dean though that he wouldn't underestimate him again," Gwen pointed out.
"Yes, but seeing as my brother's opinion of Dean couldn't have been any lower than it already was, that might not mean much," Castiel said.
"Besides, if he seems hesitant than I am sure that Dean will be able to think of a suitable way to provoke him," Michael added, amused at the mere thought of what his vessel would come up with.
His little one shot Michael a wicked grin, waggling him eyebrows. "Oh, I'm sure that I could come up with something. Plus, coming from you it'll really enrage him as he'll see it as further proof of how completely I've corrupted you."
"I wish you wouldn't seek to provoke him thus needlessly," Castiel lamented.
"It's not needlessly if it angers him enough to act thoughtlessly. That could help us."
"Did we want to put down some Holy oil traps just in case we get lucky?" Sam asked.
Michael shuddered at the mere thought but attempted to think about the question rationally. It was unlikely that Lucifer, Simiel or any other of his fallen brethren would just happen to walk into one by sheer chance, but perhaps they could steer one of them into a trap.
"Personally I'd not recommend it," Raziel responded. "I think it's too risky given how many angels from our side will be present. Even though we'd be the ones putting them down doesn't mean that the demons wouldn't be able to activate them should they realize what we've done."
"So no Holy oil," Michael stated definitively.
"Also, although we are unlikely to get the opportunity, if any of us call for you to close your eyes, do so immediately," Raphael ordered as he looked at Dean's human family. "It means that we're about to try and use our Grace to vanquish a large group of demons at once."
"Why is it unlikely to happen?" Gwen inquired. "It sounds like a good strategy to use."
"Because it utilizes a lot of our energy," Castiel explained. "It would leave us vulnerable to the next wave of demons."
"Plus Lucifer and Simiel would no doubt use that opportunity to strike themselves," Dean stated.
"Yes, exactly."
"Wonderful," Bobby muttered. "I've been thinking about Dean's Holy water soaker and thought we could scale it up for this."
"How do you mean?" Sam asked.
"Fill a massive tank with water, sanctify it and then spray it over the demons with a fire hose."
"A fire hose?" Raphael questioned.
"That's a really good idea," Raziel said. "A few angels would be needed to get and operate it, but it would allow us to cover a wide swath of fighting without needing to worry about accidentally hitting any angels or humans."
"No, you'd just soak 'em," Dean commented, amused.
The idea was definitely different but Michael liked it. "We shall look into acquiring the proper items."
"Great. Now, how about strategy? Will we have one beyond fighting off demons until Michael and Dean have denuked both Lucifer and Simiel?" Sam inquired.
/
The bar was packed with men in leather jackets and ripped jeans and women in skimpy, barely there clothing. The music was loud and exactly his kind, the competition at the pool table good for once and the booze cheap. Overall Dean was having a grand old time, though there was something odd about the place. It didn't feel either threatening or wrong though, so he just ignored it, giving his all to the game now that he didn't have to dumb it down in order to hustle someone.
"You know, Freud would have a ball psychoanalyzing this little scenario and all of its oh so interesting and telling details."
Dean looked over at the bar at the familiar voice to find Raziel casually leaning up against the bar, dressed in leather and jeans with a drink in hand.
"What?" Dean asked, totally confused, not to mention thrown at his bond brother's unexpected appearance and change of attire.
"Freud, you know," Raziel said, gesturing with his beer bottle.
At first Dean didn't get it, but then he realized that the beer bottle wasn't entirely normal. The neck was slightly elongated and curved and the head was a bit rounder than normal, almost making it look like-
"Shut up," Dean retorted, thankful for the low light as he felt his face flush.
Raziel, the bastard, laughed. "Aw, come one, it's not like it's anything I didn't already know."
Oh, Dean really didn't like the sound of that and sincerely hoped that his bond brother didn't mean what he thought that Raziel did. "You're here to keep Lucifer out, not to make fun of me."
"I'm not making fun, just pointing out the obvious. You do know what they say about dreaming of playing pool, right?"
"Huh?" Dean responded before the penny dropped and he looked from the cue in his hand to the balls on the table. "Dude!"
"Hey, I didn't say it."
"Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar."
"Yeah, but that ain't a cigar."
Dean pursed his lips, suddenly really glad that Raziel had dropped into this particular dream of his rather than something like those stripper angel and devil thing from a few years back, he could only imagine what his bond brother would say to that!
As soon as the bar started to fade around them, Dean cursed as he realized his mistake even before the two strippers materialized. Raziel took one look at them before his bond brother threw his head back and laughed.
"Oh, that's awesome!" Raziel exclaimed.
"Not cool, man," Dean complained, concentrating hard on the lake and dock where his husband had first given him a sign of Castiel's impending rebellion.
Dean didn't relax until it materialized all around them.
"Aw, come on, fantasies are perfectly natural," Raziel teased. "Didn't anyone ever tell you that? Besides, you can't really control your dreams. It's part of the whole point of dreaming."
"I said, shut up," Dean pouted. "We're not talking about this."
"I don't know, I think Cas might be quite interested in both of these dreams, but most especially the latter one."
Without really thinking about it, Dean launched himself at his bond brother, but Raziel vanished at the last moment, sending him headlong into the lake. The water was far warmer than expected (the joys of dreaming), but he still sputtered and glared at the laughing archangel when he broke the surface once more.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, laugh it up, Feathers. Just remember what they say, he who laughs last, laughs best."
"Give it your best shot," Raziel challenged.
Dean smiled wickedly. If there was one thing that he was good at, it was catching angels (and archangels in particular) off-guard. He was going to enjoy this, he really was.
On the dock, Raziel tilted his head, as if listening to something only the archangel could hear. "You need to wake up, Cas wants us downstairs.
/
Sam groaned and stretched as he walked into the library. It was three in the morning and he'd already been woken up once this evening from nightmares. If Castiel didn't have a damn good reason for dragging him out of bed then he was going to strangle the angel, brother-in-law or not.
"Here," Bobby said gruffly, shoving a cup of hot, steaming coffee into his hands.
The moment the aroma hit Sam, he was already starting to wake up. It was the really good Columbian stuff and he savored his first sip, eyes falling shut again in the process. He ignored Gwen's laugh and Bobby's snide comment in favor of finishing half the cup quickly. When he opened his eyes again it was to see Dean and Raziel entering the room. His brother looked much as he had a few moments ago, only more annoyed. Raziel, meanwhile, looked like the proverbial cat who'd gotten the canary. Not exactly a look he was used to seeing on an angel and not exactly one that he wanted to see on one either.
"Uh, do I even want to know?" Sam asked, looking between Dean and Raziel.
Bobby snorted, exchanging a look with Gwen. "My bet would be no."
"Ha, ha, you're a regular comedian, Bobby," Dean retorted, scowling. "And Raziel here fancies himself a dream psychoanalyst."
"Really?" Gwen questioned, leaning forwards. "Do tell."
"No," Dean retorted, pointing a finger at Raziel who looked suspiciously eager as far as Sam was concerned. "Not gonna happen."
Before Sam could decide if he wanted to push the issue or not (it would make his brother uncomfortable, but at the same time these were Dean's dreams that they were talking about here and there were somethings that he thought that he might just be better off not knowing about his big brother), a grim looking Castiel appeared beside them and shoved a cup of coffee at Dean.
"Drink, you need to be awake," Castiel ordered.
That did more to awaken both Sam and Dean than any amount of coffee ever would. If it had been anyone else, he would have jumped down their throat for speaking to his brother like that (or at least he'd like to think that he would), but he'd witnessed more than enough these past few week to know better by now.
"What's going on? What's happened?" Dean demanded, accepting the coffee but not drinking it right away.
"Lucifer has called us out," Michael stated, suddenly on the far side of the room.
"What?" Sam demanded in shock.
"It seems that he is tired of waiting."
"Or that he's managed to finally find whatever it was that he was looking for," Bobby countered ominously. "Remember the antichrist's blood that he got from that farmer's family? It might have been one of several ingredients needed for something."
"Crowley did say that he was looking for more stuff," Gwen added.
"So this could all be a trap," Sam concluded. "And even if not, we'd be letting Lucifer chose the battlefield."
"What's he doing?" Dean asked. "How is Lucifer calling us out?"
"In blood," Castiel replied regretfully. "He's chosen Sabratha in Libya, site of an ancient trading post and town, and currently a tourist attraction."
"He's killing the tourists," Raziel realized. "He knew that Dean would react to that."
"Damn right I will!" Dean retorted, furious.
"Dean-" Sam began cautiously.
"What? You want us to just let them die?"
"It won't help them if you only get yourself killed," Gwen reasoned.
"Unfortunately waiting isn't really an option," Michael interrupted. "Lucifer has said that he'll change the location of his focus every four hours and... ah, entertain, himself until I show up. Now, I can go face him alone, but-"
"No," Dean stated. "We go in together or not at all and the latter's not an option."
"Dean," Castiel began but then trailed off.
Despite the lack of words, Sam could tell that they were still communicating as their eyes were locked on each other. In any other situation it would be gooey and more than enough reason for weeks' worth of teasing on his part. Now, however, it was nerve wracking and he didn't even know why because he knew that his big brother would win this one. Dean may have changed a lot during the past year, but not that much. In fact, he didn't even think that it was possible to alter that part of his brother, it had just been such an intricate part of who Dean was for so very long. Unlike himself and Dad, his brother hadn't latched onto the revenge or killing side of hunting, or at least not as his main focus, but rather on the helping and saving people side of it. Which was probably why Dean had handled it all better, or at least his brother had right up until the Apocalypse. It almost seemed like another lifetime ago, but he could still recall the Dean that had showed up at his apartment in Palo Alto, worried about Dad.
God but had that really only been about five or six years ago? At first Sam was tempted to say that that Dean was long gone, but it wasn't really true. Lately he'd been getting glimpses of his brother like that again. How much more would Dean change for the better now? Was his opportunity to see that really going to get snatched away now? It couldn't be, not when there was still so much that he had to say and do and apologize to his big brother for!
Castiel's shoulders slumped and Sam knew that he'd been right. "But it's not where we'd planned," Castiel protested.
"The fact that we planned at all should have been our first clue," Dean replied. "It's not like we do that regularly."
Sam snorted, he had to give his brother that one. He just had a really bad feeling about this one, like they weren't all going to make it back.
"We should probably get ready," Michael interrupted softly.
Before Sam had realized what was happening, Dean and Castiel were kissing and all he could do was stare. He had no clue who had started it, but then it was over and Michael moved to stand behind his brother. Part of him wanted to call out a warning or turn away, but he couldn't and instead he just stood there, frozen half in shock and half in horror as the first archangel put a hand on the back of Dean's head and then a light so bright it nearly blinded him shone from his big brother's eyes and mouth. It was exactly like when Castiel had taken Jimmy back and yet nothing like it all at once. He'd definitely know it as the same event even if he didn't know what was going on, but he'd also instantly be able to tell that the two instances weren't the same. This one was different from the last time he'd witnessed an angel changing vessels in such a way so as not to harm those humans present. It was stronger, more powerful.
It was awe inspiring.
Even though Sam had experienced the full power and might of an archangel up close and personal himself, seeing it happen to someone else was entirely different. It was nearly enough to restore his broken faith and the irony of that being so intricately tied up with Dean wasn't lost on him at all. Trust his big brother to find a way (unintentionally true but still so nevertheless), to get caught up in that.
No matter how much Sam might have raged against it at times, in the end everything always seemed to come back to Dean. Only now he could find comfort in that whereas before he had always resented his big brother for it.
A.N.: Yeah, you didn't really expect things to go according to plan, now did you? Not with me at the helm, surely. ;)
Oh, also, my Dean/Cas Big Bang fic will go up on Friday!
Chapter 200
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: up to and including Exile on Main St., AU from the end of season 5
Warnings: AU, slash
Word Count: 2,625
Summary: Team Angel plans for The Battle.
PRESENT
"So, Iceland," Sam stated, looking at the map that Dean had grabbed from the library. "Are we sure?"
"Yes," Michael replied, absently stretching a wing and smiling when he accidently brushed the tip against his true vessel who teasingly tugged lightly at a primary feather.
"While it is not the most ideal location, it's probably the best one that we can get Lucifer to come to," Raziel added.
"Speaking of which, just how do we plan to get him there?" Bobby questioned.
"I shall call him," Michael replied. "The only way for him to achieve total victory is to defeat me, so he'll come."
"Are you sure?" Sam asked. "I mean, sure, he met you voluntarily at Stull Cemetery, but this time he's the one at a disadvantage, not you."
"Lucifer's greatest weakness has always been his pride," Raphael stated. "It makes him overconfident."
"He did tell Dean though that he wouldn't underestimate him again," Gwen pointed out.
"Yes, but seeing as my brother's opinion of Dean couldn't have been any lower than it already was, that might not mean much," Castiel said.
"Besides, if he seems hesitant than I am sure that Dean will be able to think of a suitable way to provoke him," Michael added, amused at the mere thought of what his vessel would come up with.
His little one shot Michael a wicked grin, waggling him eyebrows. "Oh, I'm sure that I could come up with something. Plus, coming from you it'll really enrage him as he'll see it as further proof of how completely I've corrupted you."
"I wish you wouldn't seek to provoke him thus needlessly," Castiel lamented.
"It's not needlessly if it angers him enough to act thoughtlessly. That could help us."
"Did we want to put down some Holy oil traps just in case we get lucky?" Sam asked.
Michael shuddered at the mere thought but attempted to think about the question rationally. It was unlikely that Lucifer, Simiel or any other of his fallen brethren would just happen to walk into one by sheer chance, but perhaps they could steer one of them into a trap.
"Personally I'd not recommend it," Raziel responded. "I think it's too risky given how many angels from our side will be present. Even though we'd be the ones putting them down doesn't mean that the demons wouldn't be able to activate them should they realize what we've done."
"So no Holy oil," Michael stated definitively.
"Also, although we are unlikely to get the opportunity, if any of us call for you to close your eyes, do so immediately," Raphael ordered as he looked at Dean's human family. "It means that we're about to try and use our Grace to vanquish a large group of demons at once."
"Why is it unlikely to happen?" Gwen inquired. "It sounds like a good strategy to use."
"Because it utilizes a lot of our energy," Castiel explained. "It would leave us vulnerable to the next wave of demons."
"Plus Lucifer and Simiel would no doubt use that opportunity to strike themselves," Dean stated.
"Yes, exactly."
"Wonderful," Bobby muttered. "I've been thinking about Dean's Holy water soaker and thought we could scale it up for this."
"How do you mean?" Sam asked.
"Fill a massive tank with water, sanctify it and then spray it over the demons with a fire hose."
"A fire hose?" Raphael questioned.
"That's a really good idea," Raziel said. "A few angels would be needed to get and operate it, but it would allow us to cover a wide swath of fighting without needing to worry about accidentally hitting any angels or humans."
"No, you'd just soak 'em," Dean commented, amused.
The idea was definitely different but Michael liked it. "We shall look into acquiring the proper items."
"Great. Now, how about strategy? Will we have one beyond fighting off demons until Michael and Dean have denuked both Lucifer and Simiel?" Sam inquired.
/
The bar was packed with men in leather jackets and ripped jeans and women in skimpy, barely there clothing. The music was loud and exactly his kind, the competition at the pool table good for once and the booze cheap. Overall Dean was having a grand old time, though there was something odd about the place. It didn't feel either threatening or wrong though, so he just ignored it, giving his all to the game now that he didn't have to dumb it down in order to hustle someone.
"You know, Freud would have a ball psychoanalyzing this little scenario and all of its oh so interesting and telling details."
Dean looked over at the bar at the familiar voice to find Raziel casually leaning up against the bar, dressed in leather and jeans with a drink in hand.
"What?" Dean asked, totally confused, not to mention thrown at his bond brother's unexpected appearance and change of attire.
"Freud, you know," Raziel said, gesturing with his beer bottle.
At first Dean didn't get it, but then he realized that the beer bottle wasn't entirely normal. The neck was slightly elongated and curved and the head was a bit rounder than normal, almost making it look like-
"Shut up," Dean retorted, thankful for the low light as he felt his face flush.
Raziel, the bastard, laughed. "Aw, come one, it's not like it's anything I didn't already know."
Oh, Dean really didn't like the sound of that and sincerely hoped that his bond brother didn't mean what he thought that Raziel did. "You're here to keep Lucifer out, not to make fun of me."
"I'm not making fun, just pointing out the obvious. You do know what they say about dreaming of playing pool, right?"
"Huh?" Dean responded before the penny dropped and he looked from the cue in his hand to the balls on the table. "Dude!"
"Hey, I didn't say it."
"Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar."
"Yeah, but that ain't a cigar."
Dean pursed his lips, suddenly really glad that Raziel had dropped into this particular dream of his rather than something like those stripper angel and devil thing from a few years back, he could only imagine what his bond brother would say to that!
As soon as the bar started to fade around them, Dean cursed as he realized his mistake even before the two strippers materialized. Raziel took one look at them before his bond brother threw his head back and laughed.
"Oh, that's awesome!" Raziel exclaimed.
"Not cool, man," Dean complained, concentrating hard on the lake and dock where his husband had first given him a sign of Castiel's impending rebellion.
Dean didn't relax until it materialized all around them.
"Aw, come on, fantasies are perfectly natural," Raziel teased. "Didn't anyone ever tell you that? Besides, you can't really control your dreams. It's part of the whole point of dreaming."
"I said, shut up," Dean pouted. "We're not talking about this."
"I don't know, I think Cas might be quite interested in both of these dreams, but most especially the latter one."
Without really thinking about it, Dean launched himself at his bond brother, but Raziel vanished at the last moment, sending him headlong into the lake. The water was far warmer than expected (the joys of dreaming), but he still sputtered and glared at the laughing archangel when he broke the surface once more.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, laugh it up, Feathers. Just remember what they say, he who laughs last, laughs best."
"Give it your best shot," Raziel challenged.
Dean smiled wickedly. If there was one thing that he was good at, it was catching angels (and archangels in particular) off-guard. He was going to enjoy this, he really was.
On the dock, Raziel tilted his head, as if listening to something only the archangel could hear. "You need to wake up, Cas wants us downstairs.
/
Sam groaned and stretched as he walked into the library. It was three in the morning and he'd already been woken up once this evening from nightmares. If Castiel didn't have a damn good reason for dragging him out of bed then he was going to strangle the angel, brother-in-law or not.
"Here," Bobby said gruffly, shoving a cup of hot, steaming coffee into his hands.
The moment the aroma hit Sam, he was already starting to wake up. It was the really good Columbian stuff and he savored his first sip, eyes falling shut again in the process. He ignored Gwen's laugh and Bobby's snide comment in favor of finishing half the cup quickly. When he opened his eyes again it was to see Dean and Raziel entering the room. His brother looked much as he had a few moments ago, only more annoyed. Raziel, meanwhile, looked like the proverbial cat who'd gotten the canary. Not exactly a look he was used to seeing on an angel and not exactly one that he wanted to see on one either.
"Uh, do I even want to know?" Sam asked, looking between Dean and Raziel.
Bobby snorted, exchanging a look with Gwen. "My bet would be no."
"Ha, ha, you're a regular comedian, Bobby," Dean retorted, scowling. "And Raziel here fancies himself a dream psychoanalyst."
"Really?" Gwen questioned, leaning forwards. "Do tell."
"No," Dean retorted, pointing a finger at Raziel who looked suspiciously eager as far as Sam was concerned. "Not gonna happen."
Before Sam could decide if he wanted to push the issue or not (it would make his brother uncomfortable, but at the same time these were Dean's dreams that they were talking about here and there were somethings that he thought that he might just be better off not knowing about his big brother), a grim looking Castiel appeared beside them and shoved a cup of coffee at Dean.
"Drink, you need to be awake," Castiel ordered.
That did more to awaken both Sam and Dean than any amount of coffee ever would. If it had been anyone else, he would have jumped down their throat for speaking to his brother like that (or at least he'd like to think that he would), but he'd witnessed more than enough these past few week to know better by now.
"What's going on? What's happened?" Dean demanded, accepting the coffee but not drinking it right away.
"Lucifer has called us out," Michael stated, suddenly on the far side of the room.
"What?" Sam demanded in shock.
"It seems that he is tired of waiting."
"Or that he's managed to finally find whatever it was that he was looking for," Bobby countered ominously. "Remember the antichrist's blood that he got from that farmer's family? It might have been one of several ingredients needed for something."
"Crowley did say that he was looking for more stuff," Gwen added.
"So this could all be a trap," Sam concluded. "And even if not, we'd be letting Lucifer chose the battlefield."
"What's he doing?" Dean asked. "How is Lucifer calling us out?"
"In blood," Castiel replied regretfully. "He's chosen Sabratha in Libya, site of an ancient trading post and town, and currently a tourist attraction."
"He's killing the tourists," Raziel realized. "He knew that Dean would react to that."
"Damn right I will!" Dean retorted, furious.
"Dean-" Sam began cautiously.
"What? You want us to just let them die?"
"It won't help them if you only get yourself killed," Gwen reasoned.
"Unfortunately waiting isn't really an option," Michael interrupted. "Lucifer has said that he'll change the location of his focus every four hours and... ah, entertain, himself until I show up. Now, I can go face him alone, but-"
"No," Dean stated. "We go in together or not at all and the latter's not an option."
"Dean," Castiel began but then trailed off.
Despite the lack of words, Sam could tell that they were still communicating as their eyes were locked on each other. In any other situation it would be gooey and more than enough reason for weeks' worth of teasing on his part. Now, however, it was nerve wracking and he didn't even know why because he knew that his big brother would win this one. Dean may have changed a lot during the past year, but not that much. In fact, he didn't even think that it was possible to alter that part of his brother, it had just been such an intricate part of who Dean was for so very long. Unlike himself and Dad, his brother hadn't latched onto the revenge or killing side of hunting, or at least not as his main focus, but rather on the helping and saving people side of it. Which was probably why Dean had handled it all better, or at least his brother had right up until the Apocalypse. It almost seemed like another lifetime ago, but he could still recall the Dean that had showed up at his apartment in Palo Alto, worried about Dad.
God but had that really only been about five or six years ago? At first Sam was tempted to say that that Dean was long gone, but it wasn't really true. Lately he'd been getting glimpses of his brother like that again. How much more would Dean change for the better now? Was his opportunity to see that really going to get snatched away now? It couldn't be, not when there was still so much that he had to say and do and apologize to his big brother for!
Castiel's shoulders slumped and Sam knew that he'd been right. "But it's not where we'd planned," Castiel protested.
"The fact that we planned at all should have been our first clue," Dean replied. "It's not like we do that regularly."
Sam snorted, he had to give his brother that one. He just had a really bad feeling about this one, like they weren't all going to make it back.
"We should probably get ready," Michael interrupted softly.
Before Sam had realized what was happening, Dean and Castiel were kissing and all he could do was stare. He had no clue who had started it, but then it was over and Michael moved to stand behind his brother. Part of him wanted to call out a warning or turn away, but he couldn't and instead he just stood there, frozen half in shock and half in horror as the first archangel put a hand on the back of Dean's head and then a light so bright it nearly blinded him shone from his big brother's eyes and mouth. It was exactly like when Castiel had taken Jimmy back and yet nothing like it all at once. He'd definitely know it as the same event even if he didn't know what was going on, but he'd also instantly be able to tell that the two instances weren't the same. This one was different from the last time he'd witnessed an angel changing vessels in such a way so as not to harm those humans present. It was stronger, more powerful.
It was awe inspiring.
Even though Sam had experienced the full power and might of an archangel up close and personal himself, seeing it happen to someone else was entirely different. It was nearly enough to restore his broken faith and the irony of that being so intricately tied up with Dean wasn't lost on him at all. Trust his big brother to find a way (unintentionally true but still so nevertheless), to get caught up in that.
No matter how much Sam might have raged against it at times, in the end everything always seemed to come back to Dean. Only now he could find comfort in that whereas before he had always resented his big brother for it.
A.N.: Yeah, you didn't really expect things to go according to plan, now did you? Not with me at the helm, surely. ;)
Oh, also, my Dean/Cas Big Bang fic will go up on Friday!
Chapter 200