Unexpected Destinies Chapter 200
Title: Unexpected Destinies
Rating: R
Spoilers: up to and including Exile on Main St., AU from the end of season 5
Warnings: AU, slash, fantasy!threesome (Midestiel)
Word Count: 3,822
Summary: Dean moaned loudly, the sound as gorgeous as silver bells, as hands ran over his over sensitized but still gorgeous skin.
PRESENT
Dean moaned loudly, the sound as gorgeous as silver bells, as hands ran over his over sensitized but still gorgeous skin. They'd just had a round of vigorous sex not too long ago but his angels were insatiable when it came to him and he couldn't really complain. Not when he got mind blowing sex as a result of it on an almost constant basis.
In fact, Dean couldn't immediately remember when the last time was that he'd left the sinfully soft bed. All of his needs being met, or relieved, with a snap of fingers. Though his inability to remember could just as easily be because his brain had been fried from the sheer, unimaginable pleasure that had made him moan wantonly. It had been a scene almost straight out of a prono, "Angels Gone Wild" or something like that. The thought of playing the part of the chick who'd insisted on personally worshipping each and every angel made his beautifully sculpted but spent cock twitch. It was a sign of the angelic Grace involved that it was slowly starting to harden once more.
"Yes, that's right," his husband whispered darkly in his gorgeously arched ear. "You want it again, don't you? You want to be fucked, to be filled up and taken, don't you, Dean?"
The Righteous Man could only whimper encouragingly at the hot words, muscular thighs falling open and his cock thrusting into thin air. Two sets of possessive hands roamed over his chiseled chest, tracing the well-defined muscles that Dean had worked so hard to get.
"Cas! Mike!" Dean cried out, pretty green eyes begging his lovers to take him once more.
Becky had to stop typing to fan herself as her mind raced on well ahead of her fingers, far faster than she could ever hope to keep up with. She'd started this fic reluctantly, being far more of a twosome threesome fan of Midestiel rather than a threesome threesome fan, but she'd been challenged to write it as part of a ship war and it had been either this or see her OTP go unrepresented and that would happen over her cold, dead body.
She honestly didn't get it. Michael, Dean and Castiel were clearly meant to be together. How could anyone not see that? It was just so damn obvious. At least the Destiel ship had grown tremendously in recent months as more and more of Chuck's new books got published at an astounding rate. Becky was still so proud of her old boyfriend for that. In fact the next one was due out today and she'd been waiting on pins and needles all morning for the doorbell to ring, signaling the arrival of her Amazon package.
Oh, sure, Becky had probably either read or heard all of it before straight from Chuck, but still, it just wasn't the same as actually curling up in a comfy corner reading it from start to finish, in order. Plus she just couldn't wait for the other fans to realize that, yet again, she'd clearly known more of the events of the book in advance to anyone else. She was really starting to become a big name in fandom as a result and she still couldn't help but squee aloud with pride at the mere thought.
Sure, she still received flames and nasty emails from her disgruntled old Wincest readers, but Becky could just shrug those off. It wasn't her fault that they simply couldn't accept how things actually were now, though a lot of the hassling had stopped when the book containing first Dean's realization of his feelings for Castiel and then his angel's reciprocation thereof had hit the bookstores. That had caused massive ripple effects throughout the fandom. Or no, it would probably be more accurate to call them waves or even tsunamis. The Destiel fans, of course, had rejoiced, making a lot of noise as their favorite ship became canon, but there had been a lot of dismay as well. Most of that, she was ashamed to say, had come from her old camp, namely the Wincest fans, though there had been some from the anti-slash group as well though they had seemed more shocked at it's (to them and she just didn't get it) sudden appearance.
Becky could still easily remember her righteous fury when she'd heard that some fans were even walking away from the series over it. Something about homosexuality being a sin or that angels couldn't have sex. Really, hadn't they been paying attention to anything that Chuck had written at all? Well, it was their loss and Supernatural had definitely gained more followers than it had lost, especially when the first book with an actual sex scene in it had come out. She had to laugh at the memory of how awkward Chuck had sounded on the phone when he'd called her after writing it. She hadn't left him alone about it until he'd read the whole thing to her, making sure to point out where she thought that he should elaborate on things a little.
Unfortunately, Becky had lost some of her elevated fandom status when she'd started writing Midestiel fan fic as the books hadn't quite caught up yet in regards to the Michael plotline, but when he'd first appeared and then become one of the really well liked characters, she'd gained it all back and more. Not all of it was all that nice though because after her own appearance in the Winchester Gospels (and she'd all but died when that first book had come out!) there were those who assumed her to be nothing but a publicity stunt of Carver Edlund's.
It was complete and utter nonsense, of course, and Becky couldn't understand how anyone could have thought that her copious amounts of Wincest were all part of a publicity stunt, but there you go. Some people were just crazy and would believe anything just because they wanted it to be true regardless of logic or evidence. The rumors persisted, though, and for those who'd figured out that her new fandom handle was the new and much improved Samlicker81, her current fics were being examined and compared to the new books for evidence of the same. She's even seen a few theories out and about listing her new handle with a new publicity stunt, but now that it led to increased exposure for Midestiel and the photos of Dean, Cas and Mike that she'd put up, she really didn't mind and wasn't complaining at all. In fact, she'd actually taken advantage of her insider knowledge to drop a few hints about the last book, not spoilers per se, to get even more traffic to her new site.
The results, if Becky said so herself, had been amazing, so she'd gone and done it again for this book as well. Already excited from the scene that she was currently writing and imaging how the rest of it would go, she couldn't help but open her browser and visit her favorite artist's website. Midestiel4eva was a goddess among artists, in and out of fandom, and she'd taken to Becky's photos of Dean and Castiel with a passion that was amazing. Midestiel4eva's portraits of her two favorite characters were just stunning; almost like photos really. Her Michael was a bit different. Like herself, Midestiel4eva clearly had not thought that Deirdre Winchester made a good Michael, but she wasn't really complaining about the results as Midestiel4eva had been drawing Michael as a really hot guy most of the time and when he and Castiel took Dean together...
Wow, just wow!
At this rate, Becky saw a cold shower in her near future, but it would so be worth it even if she absolutely hated cold showers with a fiery passion.
Then her browser loaded Midestiel4eva's website and Becky felt the rest of her brain dribble out of her ears. This particular drawing was clearly a twosome threesome one as not only did Dean have wings, but he was on top and had that particular expression that Becky had come to recognize as Michael's in Midestiel4eva's drawings. And damn, but she'd never envisioned Castiel in that position before but it worked, it really, really worked. And hey, he was an angel after all, so who was to say that they couldn't bend like that?
It took four rings of Becky's phone for it to penetrate that she really should be doing something about that and then another two for her to actually do so, though she wasn't sure what actually came out of her mouth when she answered as her brain was still mush.
"Becky?" Chuck asked. "Are you alright?"
"Guh," Becky replied ever so elegantly.
"What?"
"It... they... hot, just hot... scorching actually!"
Chuck groaned. "You're looking at fan art again, aren't you?"
"How can I not when it's so amazing and Dean won't let me watch the real thing. And I don't understand why not as it's not like he's got anything to be ashamed of, nor do the others. Well, maybe Mike in Deirdre's body, but even then it's not like I'd actually say anything about it. And if they did it with Mike in Dean, then even that wouldn't be a problem."
"Others? Mike? Becky, don't tell me that you're-"
"Shipping Midestiel? Of course I am. It's too hot not to. And, besides, it's so obvious!"
"Becky, they're just bond brothers."
"How dare you say that Chuck?" Becky demanded, indignant. "You of all people should know that they are so much more than that. They're even bonded already in their own way."
"Yes, as angel and vessel."
"It might have started off like that, but it has definitely grown and evolved since. I mean you said it yourself, they're merging, how much more obvious could it get? All they need to do now is merge physically with each other and with Castiel."
"Why do I even bother?" Chuck mumbled. "You'll just keep believing it anyway."
"Because I'm right! You'll see. Dean needs Michael just like he needs Cas. Though I do realize that he might need a push in order to realize it. Which is why I think that it might only happen after Dean and Mike have become so fused while together that they can't immediately separate again. Then Dean will have to think about either doing it with Mike there or not having Cas at all and that he just couldn't do."
"And do you think that this will happen before or after they finally get rid of Lucifer?" Chuck asked. "Assuming, of course, that they succeed."
"I'd not really thought of that, either I guess," Becky replied before the rest of Chuck's words sunk in along with her former boyfriend's tone of voice. "What do you mean, assuming that they succeed? Of course they'll succeed! This is Dean that we're talking about here; Dean and Cas and Mike. How could they not succeed?"
"I don't know, Becky, you've not witnessed Lucifer's power like I have. It's really quite something."
"But... but... it's Lucifer, he can't win," Becky stammered, a hint of frustration rising up within her.
"He's strong, though, powerful."
"But not as strong or powerful as Mike."
"Perhaps, but if not then it's not far off either."
"What are you saying, Chuck? Are you saying that they lose? That they die?"
The mere thought of it, of losing one of her precious boys, was almost too much for Becky and she felt like she was going to be physically ill.
"I don't know."
Becky was so close to all out panic that she almost missed her old boyfriend's softly spoken words. "What do you mean that you don't know? You're the prophet, of the Lord! You're supposed to know these things."
"I know, but there's this nexus and I just can't seem to see beyond it," Chuck explained. "I've tried everything that I can think of, but none of it works."
"And what is this nexus?" Becky asked after an extended, uncomfortable silence.
She wasn't sure that she wanted the answer to her own question, but Becky knew herself too well not to ask it. Being as good of a writer as she was, she knew that if she didn't get the real answer from Chuck that she'd just come up with something far, far worse on her own later anyway.
"It's the big battle, the one that Dean and the others had planned for but which Lucifer then forced their hand on," Chuck responded. "I can see it start, but that's all. As soon as Lucifer and Michael reach each other on the battlefield, it all goes dark and then blank."
"So they actually do end up fighting."
"Yes, of course. Why, did you expect something different?"
"Well, yeah, I mean there have already been so many battles that I thought that things would be different. You know, more elegant."
"And just what did you have in mind?"
"Well, in my current fic, Michael realized how many angels that Dean had set straight over the course of the series."
"Yes, and?"
"And he thought that maybe Dean could do the same with Lucifer."
"What? Talk him around?"
"Well, more like wear him down, really, but yes, essentially."
"There's no way that Lucifer would listen to Dean," Chuck pointed out.
"He would if he didn't have another choice," Becky argued.
"And how did you arrange that in your fic?"
"By locking them up in a room together, of course. It's a bit clichéd, I know, the whole locked up in a closet thing, but I figured that since it wasn't to force them to realize how they really felt about each other like in all of those horribly unoriginal and dreary fics, that it's okay. I mean, no one has ever done that with Dean and Lucifer as far as I know. At least not as a way of redeeming the devil."
"You want to lock Dean in a room with Lucifer," Chuck echoed in a tone that Becky didn't immediately recognize.
"It would force Lucifer to have to listen to everything that Dean said and that way Dean could work his magic."
"And what's keeping Lucifer from just killing Dean?"
Becky gasped at the mere suggestion of anyone killing her yummy boy. "Because he can't! Dean's the main character, not to mention that the fic needs to end with hot, steaming sex between him, Mike and Cas. Death fics are just horrible, nasty things and I hate it when they're labeled improperly without all of the warnings."
"So everyone just needs to believe that despite being locked up in a room with Michael's vessel, who is annoying him if Dean is doing what he always does, that Lucifer won't kill the Righteous Man?"
"Well, it does sound a bit bad when you put it like that," Becky pouted before she brightened. "Oh, I know! I could say that Lucifer will never get out of there if he kills Dean."
"How?" Chuck pressed.
"I don't know, a spell perhaps?"
"They why not just use it on Lucifer and Simiel instead and throw away the key?"
"Because it doesn't work like that. It would only keep Lucifer there forever if he killed Dean. Otherwise it just holds them there for a while, just exactly long enough for Dean to make Lucifer see the error of his ways and repent. Then Dean will have saved the day and done his thing on yet another angel. Plus we don't need a long drawn out battle scene and can instead devote more time to the important sex scenes."
"That would be a bit anti climatic, don't you think?"
"What? No, it would be elegant and fit in really well with the redemption of Michael and Raphael that happened earlier in the series. And Castiel if you go back even further. Can't you see, it would make Dean the Angel Savior."
"Huh, I suppose that there is that, even if my publisher wouldn't like it," Chuck commented. "Not that it really matters."
"What do you mean, of course it matters!" Becky exclaimed.
"No, it doesn't. I'm a prophet, Becky, not a decider of the future. I only witness what actually happens, not what I want to happen."
"Have you ever tried that?"
"What?"
"Have you tried writing what you want to happen instead of what you saw?" There was a brief silence that Becky instantly recognized as a guilty one even if she couldn't actually see her ex-boyfriend. "Oh my God, you totally did! Tell me."
"It was just the once with a scene I really didn't like and couldn't immediately see an outcome for."
"Which one?"
"The one where Samuel stabbed Dean with the knife dipped in what they call First Darkness."
"Oh, that was horrible! What happened?"
"It didn't change a damn thing, that's what happened, Becky. And that's why I don't do that anymore, there's no point to it."
"Did you try calling them and warning them of what's going to happen? It bet you can change events then."
"No, when Sam and Dean first called me, they tried that and it didn't work. In fact the only time when things didn't go the way that I'd seen them was when Dean and Castiel altered the events of Lucifer Rising."
"So, see, it is possible!" Becky persisted.
"The exception that proves the rule," Chuck argued. "And the more that I think about it, the more that I begin to suspect that what I originally saw was a diversionary tactic."
"What?"
"Well think about it. Who was really seeing what I wrote back then?"
"Your fans."
"No, the publisher stopped at No Rest for the Wicked, remember? The Apocalypse ones weren't being published."
"Oh, right," Becky said as she got what her ex-boyfriend meant. "The angels."
"Exactly. And just how would they have reacted to knowing what was really going to happen?"
"Not good."
"Exactly."
"So what, you think that God might not be quite as gone as they think and fed you a fake vision in order to help Dean and Cas get to Sam?"
"Well He did get Dean and Sam out of St. Mary's Convent and bring Castiel back, didn't He?"
"I suppose."
"What? You don't think that was Him?"
"It's never been proven."
"Then who do you think it was? Who else is there?"
"I don't know, but then half the time that there's a twist, I don't see it coming. Like with Cas. I don't think that anyone saw angels coming except for you."
"Yes, that was rather unexpected, wasn't it?" Chuck agreed happily before his voice dropped once more. "Well this time even I can't see what's coming."
This time the words sent a chill down Becky's spine and she couldn't help but fear for her precious, pretty boys. Especially since Dean and Mike would be at the center of any battle that took place. And Castiel wouldn't be far behind as he'd never let his bond mates go on their own. Not her little angel that could.
Becky must have made a strangled little sound because then Chuck was speaking again.
"I wish I could tell you that it would be alright, but I can't. And I've got a really bad feeling about this nexus too."
This time Becky knew that she'd whimpered, but there wasn't anything that she could so about it. "No, it's going to be okay. They are going to be okay. They've come too far and accomplished far too much to die now!"
"Do you really think so?" Chuck asked. "I don't think that I can watch them die again. I've seen it too many times already."
"Yes. I mean, they just have to. It simply can't be otherwise."
"I hope that you're right."
"I am, now if you'll excuse me, Mr. Bad News, I have to go back to my Happy Place now."
"Your Ha- oh, never mind, I don't want to know."
"Just let me know the moment that you see anything more, okay? No matter what it is."
"I promise."
With that Chuck hung up the phone and Becky was all alone once more. The thought of her new book arriving at any moment now wasn't quite as exciting anymore, not now that she wanted to be able to jump ahead and read the last chapter of the last one in the series so that she could see how it all turned out and whether her three beloved boys survived or not.
Whimpering once more, Becky turned back to her computer in desperation but even Midestiel4eva's gorgeous and stunning art wasn't enough to fully distract her from what Chuck had told her was coming. Her eyes flashed to the TV and she wondered if it might help her. The final battle between Dean and Michael on the one hand and Lucifer on the other wasn't just going to be some low key affair. Not this time, so there was a good chance that it might catch the media's attention, but would that help her? Would they catch any of it while it was happening? Or only just the aftermath? And would they even realize what it was that they were witnessing if they did?
No, what Becky needed was a good, solid distraction. One that would fully immerse herself in her beautiful, precious boys. Which meant either a really good fic (but she'd looked earlier and not found anything new) or to jump straight back into her own fic. Opening her Word document again, she scrolled up to the beginning of the scene to see if she could get back into it once more.
Once she'd gotten to the end of what she'd written, she was feeling flushed once more and her mental images of what came next were back.
A third voice chuckled, deep and rich with words that flowed like liquid honey and bourbon, sharp and sweet. "Yes, that's right, Little One, beg for it. Beg to have our cocks in you until you're completely full."
The words made Dean moan prettily, his jewel green eyes flashing from one lover to the other, trying to judge which one would cave sooner. The hands on his beautifully toned and freckled skin had shifted to his more erogenous zones, but were circling them teasingly rather than actually touching them. His empty, aching hole clenched, desperate to be filled, while his mouth watered at the thought of being filled with one of his angels' relentless velvet covered steel cocks.
"Please," Dean mewled, writhing beautifully on the sinfully soft bed. "I... I want you... both of you."
/
Miles away, Chuck cried out and clutched at his head as the visions started bombarding him once more, hitting him hard and fast as the final battle started to unfold before his horrified eyes.
A.N.: Two hundred chapters. *celebrates* Even though I wrote them all, I can hardly believe it myself!
Anyway, hope you all enjoyed it and the new pov. I wanted this chapter to be a bit different and using Becky allowed me to work in 2 things that otherwise wouldn't have made it into this fic.
Also know that even though we're winding down, I did write another 50k of this fic for NaNo. The only downside is that I still need to type it all up!
Chapter 201
Rating: R
Spoilers: up to and including Exile on Main St., AU from the end of season 5
Warnings: AU, slash, fantasy!threesome (Midestiel)
Word Count: 3,822
Summary: Dean moaned loudly, the sound as gorgeous as silver bells, as hands ran over his over sensitized but still gorgeous skin.
PRESENT
Dean moaned loudly, the sound as gorgeous as silver bells, as hands ran over his over sensitized but still gorgeous skin. They'd just had a round of vigorous sex not too long ago but his angels were insatiable when it came to him and he couldn't really complain. Not when he got mind blowing sex as a result of it on an almost constant basis.
In fact, Dean couldn't immediately remember when the last time was that he'd left the sinfully soft bed. All of his needs being met, or relieved, with a snap of fingers. Though his inability to remember could just as easily be because his brain had been fried from the sheer, unimaginable pleasure that had made him moan wantonly. It had been a scene almost straight out of a prono, "Angels Gone Wild" or something like that. The thought of playing the part of the chick who'd insisted on personally worshipping each and every angel made his beautifully sculpted but spent cock twitch. It was a sign of the angelic Grace involved that it was slowly starting to harden once more.
"Yes, that's right," his husband whispered darkly in his gorgeously arched ear. "You want it again, don't you? You want to be fucked, to be filled up and taken, don't you, Dean?"
The Righteous Man could only whimper encouragingly at the hot words, muscular thighs falling open and his cock thrusting into thin air. Two sets of possessive hands roamed over his chiseled chest, tracing the well-defined muscles that Dean had worked so hard to get.
"Cas! Mike!" Dean cried out, pretty green eyes begging his lovers to take him once more.
Becky had to stop typing to fan herself as her mind raced on well ahead of her fingers, far faster than she could ever hope to keep up with. She'd started this fic reluctantly, being far more of a twosome threesome fan of Midestiel rather than a threesome threesome fan, but she'd been challenged to write it as part of a ship war and it had been either this or see her OTP go unrepresented and that would happen over her cold, dead body.
She honestly didn't get it. Michael, Dean and Castiel were clearly meant to be together. How could anyone not see that? It was just so damn obvious. At least the Destiel ship had grown tremendously in recent months as more and more of Chuck's new books got published at an astounding rate. Becky was still so proud of her old boyfriend for that. In fact the next one was due out today and she'd been waiting on pins and needles all morning for the doorbell to ring, signaling the arrival of her Amazon package.
Oh, sure, Becky had probably either read or heard all of it before straight from Chuck, but still, it just wasn't the same as actually curling up in a comfy corner reading it from start to finish, in order. Plus she just couldn't wait for the other fans to realize that, yet again, she'd clearly known more of the events of the book in advance to anyone else. She was really starting to become a big name in fandom as a result and she still couldn't help but squee aloud with pride at the mere thought.
Sure, she still received flames and nasty emails from her disgruntled old Wincest readers, but Becky could just shrug those off. It wasn't her fault that they simply couldn't accept how things actually were now, though a lot of the hassling had stopped when the book containing first Dean's realization of his feelings for Castiel and then his angel's reciprocation thereof had hit the bookstores. That had caused massive ripple effects throughout the fandom. Or no, it would probably be more accurate to call them waves or even tsunamis. The Destiel fans, of course, had rejoiced, making a lot of noise as their favorite ship became canon, but there had been a lot of dismay as well. Most of that, she was ashamed to say, had come from her old camp, namely the Wincest fans, though there had been some from the anti-slash group as well though they had seemed more shocked at it's (to them and she just didn't get it) sudden appearance.
Becky could still easily remember her righteous fury when she'd heard that some fans were even walking away from the series over it. Something about homosexuality being a sin or that angels couldn't have sex. Really, hadn't they been paying attention to anything that Chuck had written at all? Well, it was their loss and Supernatural had definitely gained more followers than it had lost, especially when the first book with an actual sex scene in it had come out. She had to laugh at the memory of how awkward Chuck had sounded on the phone when he'd called her after writing it. She hadn't left him alone about it until he'd read the whole thing to her, making sure to point out where she thought that he should elaborate on things a little.
Unfortunately, Becky had lost some of her elevated fandom status when she'd started writing Midestiel fan fic as the books hadn't quite caught up yet in regards to the Michael plotline, but when he'd first appeared and then become one of the really well liked characters, she'd gained it all back and more. Not all of it was all that nice though because after her own appearance in the Winchester Gospels (and she'd all but died when that first book had come out!) there were those who assumed her to be nothing but a publicity stunt of Carver Edlund's.
It was complete and utter nonsense, of course, and Becky couldn't understand how anyone could have thought that her copious amounts of Wincest were all part of a publicity stunt, but there you go. Some people were just crazy and would believe anything just because they wanted it to be true regardless of logic or evidence. The rumors persisted, though, and for those who'd figured out that her new fandom handle was the new and much improved Samlicker81, her current fics were being examined and compared to the new books for evidence of the same. She's even seen a few theories out and about listing her new handle with a new publicity stunt, but now that it led to increased exposure for Midestiel and the photos of Dean, Cas and Mike that she'd put up, she really didn't mind and wasn't complaining at all. In fact, she'd actually taken advantage of her insider knowledge to drop a few hints about the last book, not spoilers per se, to get even more traffic to her new site.
The results, if Becky said so herself, had been amazing, so she'd gone and done it again for this book as well. Already excited from the scene that she was currently writing and imaging how the rest of it would go, she couldn't help but open her browser and visit her favorite artist's website. Midestiel4eva was a goddess among artists, in and out of fandom, and she'd taken to Becky's photos of Dean and Castiel with a passion that was amazing. Midestiel4eva's portraits of her two favorite characters were just stunning; almost like photos really. Her Michael was a bit different. Like herself, Midestiel4eva clearly had not thought that Deirdre Winchester made a good Michael, but she wasn't really complaining about the results as Midestiel4eva had been drawing Michael as a really hot guy most of the time and when he and Castiel took Dean together...
Wow, just wow!
At this rate, Becky saw a cold shower in her near future, but it would so be worth it even if she absolutely hated cold showers with a fiery passion.
Then her browser loaded Midestiel4eva's website and Becky felt the rest of her brain dribble out of her ears. This particular drawing was clearly a twosome threesome one as not only did Dean have wings, but he was on top and had that particular expression that Becky had come to recognize as Michael's in Midestiel4eva's drawings. And damn, but she'd never envisioned Castiel in that position before but it worked, it really, really worked. And hey, he was an angel after all, so who was to say that they couldn't bend like that?
It took four rings of Becky's phone for it to penetrate that she really should be doing something about that and then another two for her to actually do so, though she wasn't sure what actually came out of her mouth when she answered as her brain was still mush.
"Becky?" Chuck asked. "Are you alright?"
"Guh," Becky replied ever so elegantly.
"What?"
"It... they... hot, just hot... scorching actually!"
Chuck groaned. "You're looking at fan art again, aren't you?"
"How can I not when it's so amazing and Dean won't let me watch the real thing. And I don't understand why not as it's not like he's got anything to be ashamed of, nor do the others. Well, maybe Mike in Deirdre's body, but even then it's not like I'd actually say anything about it. And if they did it with Mike in Dean, then even that wouldn't be a problem."
"Others? Mike? Becky, don't tell me that you're-"
"Shipping Midestiel? Of course I am. It's too hot not to. And, besides, it's so obvious!"
"Becky, they're just bond brothers."
"How dare you say that Chuck?" Becky demanded, indignant. "You of all people should know that they are so much more than that. They're even bonded already in their own way."
"Yes, as angel and vessel."
"It might have started off like that, but it has definitely grown and evolved since. I mean you said it yourself, they're merging, how much more obvious could it get? All they need to do now is merge physically with each other and with Castiel."
"Why do I even bother?" Chuck mumbled. "You'll just keep believing it anyway."
"Because I'm right! You'll see. Dean needs Michael just like he needs Cas. Though I do realize that he might need a push in order to realize it. Which is why I think that it might only happen after Dean and Mike have become so fused while together that they can't immediately separate again. Then Dean will have to think about either doing it with Mike there or not having Cas at all and that he just couldn't do."
"And do you think that this will happen before or after they finally get rid of Lucifer?" Chuck asked. "Assuming, of course, that they succeed."
"I'd not really thought of that, either I guess," Becky replied before the rest of Chuck's words sunk in along with her former boyfriend's tone of voice. "What do you mean, assuming that they succeed? Of course they'll succeed! This is Dean that we're talking about here; Dean and Cas and Mike. How could they not succeed?"
"I don't know, Becky, you've not witnessed Lucifer's power like I have. It's really quite something."
"But... but... it's Lucifer, he can't win," Becky stammered, a hint of frustration rising up within her.
"He's strong, though, powerful."
"But not as strong or powerful as Mike."
"Perhaps, but if not then it's not far off either."
"What are you saying, Chuck? Are you saying that they lose? That they die?"
The mere thought of it, of losing one of her precious boys, was almost too much for Becky and she felt like she was going to be physically ill.
"I don't know."
Becky was so close to all out panic that she almost missed her old boyfriend's softly spoken words. "What do you mean that you don't know? You're the prophet, of the Lord! You're supposed to know these things."
"I know, but there's this nexus and I just can't seem to see beyond it," Chuck explained. "I've tried everything that I can think of, but none of it works."
"And what is this nexus?" Becky asked after an extended, uncomfortable silence.
She wasn't sure that she wanted the answer to her own question, but Becky knew herself too well not to ask it. Being as good of a writer as she was, she knew that if she didn't get the real answer from Chuck that she'd just come up with something far, far worse on her own later anyway.
"It's the big battle, the one that Dean and the others had planned for but which Lucifer then forced their hand on," Chuck responded. "I can see it start, but that's all. As soon as Lucifer and Michael reach each other on the battlefield, it all goes dark and then blank."
"So they actually do end up fighting."
"Yes, of course. Why, did you expect something different?"
"Well, yeah, I mean there have already been so many battles that I thought that things would be different. You know, more elegant."
"And just what did you have in mind?"
"Well, in my current fic, Michael realized how many angels that Dean had set straight over the course of the series."
"Yes, and?"
"And he thought that maybe Dean could do the same with Lucifer."
"What? Talk him around?"
"Well, more like wear him down, really, but yes, essentially."
"There's no way that Lucifer would listen to Dean," Chuck pointed out.
"He would if he didn't have another choice," Becky argued.
"And how did you arrange that in your fic?"
"By locking them up in a room together, of course. It's a bit clichéd, I know, the whole locked up in a closet thing, but I figured that since it wasn't to force them to realize how they really felt about each other like in all of those horribly unoriginal and dreary fics, that it's okay. I mean, no one has ever done that with Dean and Lucifer as far as I know. At least not as a way of redeeming the devil."
"You want to lock Dean in a room with Lucifer," Chuck echoed in a tone that Becky didn't immediately recognize.
"It would force Lucifer to have to listen to everything that Dean said and that way Dean could work his magic."
"And what's keeping Lucifer from just killing Dean?"
Becky gasped at the mere suggestion of anyone killing her yummy boy. "Because he can't! Dean's the main character, not to mention that the fic needs to end with hot, steaming sex between him, Mike and Cas. Death fics are just horrible, nasty things and I hate it when they're labeled improperly without all of the warnings."
"So everyone just needs to believe that despite being locked up in a room with Michael's vessel, who is annoying him if Dean is doing what he always does, that Lucifer won't kill the Righteous Man?"
"Well, it does sound a bit bad when you put it like that," Becky pouted before she brightened. "Oh, I know! I could say that Lucifer will never get out of there if he kills Dean."
"How?" Chuck pressed.
"I don't know, a spell perhaps?"
"They why not just use it on Lucifer and Simiel instead and throw away the key?"
"Because it doesn't work like that. It would only keep Lucifer there forever if he killed Dean. Otherwise it just holds them there for a while, just exactly long enough for Dean to make Lucifer see the error of his ways and repent. Then Dean will have saved the day and done his thing on yet another angel. Plus we don't need a long drawn out battle scene and can instead devote more time to the important sex scenes."
"That would be a bit anti climatic, don't you think?"
"What? No, it would be elegant and fit in really well with the redemption of Michael and Raphael that happened earlier in the series. And Castiel if you go back even further. Can't you see, it would make Dean the Angel Savior."
"Huh, I suppose that there is that, even if my publisher wouldn't like it," Chuck commented. "Not that it really matters."
"What do you mean, of course it matters!" Becky exclaimed.
"No, it doesn't. I'm a prophet, Becky, not a decider of the future. I only witness what actually happens, not what I want to happen."
"Have you ever tried that?"
"What?"
"Have you tried writing what you want to happen instead of what you saw?" There was a brief silence that Becky instantly recognized as a guilty one even if she couldn't actually see her ex-boyfriend. "Oh my God, you totally did! Tell me."
"It was just the once with a scene I really didn't like and couldn't immediately see an outcome for."
"Which one?"
"The one where Samuel stabbed Dean with the knife dipped in what they call First Darkness."
"Oh, that was horrible! What happened?"
"It didn't change a damn thing, that's what happened, Becky. And that's why I don't do that anymore, there's no point to it."
"Did you try calling them and warning them of what's going to happen? It bet you can change events then."
"No, when Sam and Dean first called me, they tried that and it didn't work. In fact the only time when things didn't go the way that I'd seen them was when Dean and Castiel altered the events of Lucifer Rising."
"So, see, it is possible!" Becky persisted.
"The exception that proves the rule," Chuck argued. "And the more that I think about it, the more that I begin to suspect that what I originally saw was a diversionary tactic."
"What?"
"Well think about it. Who was really seeing what I wrote back then?"
"Your fans."
"No, the publisher stopped at No Rest for the Wicked, remember? The Apocalypse ones weren't being published."
"Oh, right," Becky said as she got what her ex-boyfriend meant. "The angels."
"Exactly. And just how would they have reacted to knowing what was really going to happen?"
"Not good."
"Exactly."
"So what, you think that God might not be quite as gone as they think and fed you a fake vision in order to help Dean and Cas get to Sam?"
"Well He did get Dean and Sam out of St. Mary's Convent and bring Castiel back, didn't He?"
"I suppose."
"What? You don't think that was Him?"
"It's never been proven."
"Then who do you think it was? Who else is there?"
"I don't know, but then half the time that there's a twist, I don't see it coming. Like with Cas. I don't think that anyone saw angels coming except for you."
"Yes, that was rather unexpected, wasn't it?" Chuck agreed happily before his voice dropped once more. "Well this time even I can't see what's coming."
This time the words sent a chill down Becky's spine and she couldn't help but fear for her precious, pretty boys. Especially since Dean and Mike would be at the center of any battle that took place. And Castiel wouldn't be far behind as he'd never let his bond mates go on their own. Not her little angel that could.
Becky must have made a strangled little sound because then Chuck was speaking again.
"I wish I could tell you that it would be alright, but I can't. And I've got a really bad feeling about this nexus too."
This time Becky knew that she'd whimpered, but there wasn't anything that she could so about it. "No, it's going to be okay. They are going to be okay. They've come too far and accomplished far too much to die now!"
"Do you really think so?" Chuck asked. "I don't think that I can watch them die again. I've seen it too many times already."
"Yes. I mean, they just have to. It simply can't be otherwise."
"I hope that you're right."
"I am, now if you'll excuse me, Mr. Bad News, I have to go back to my Happy Place now."
"Your Ha- oh, never mind, I don't want to know."
"Just let me know the moment that you see anything more, okay? No matter what it is."
"I promise."
With that Chuck hung up the phone and Becky was all alone once more. The thought of her new book arriving at any moment now wasn't quite as exciting anymore, not now that she wanted to be able to jump ahead and read the last chapter of the last one in the series so that she could see how it all turned out and whether her three beloved boys survived or not.
Whimpering once more, Becky turned back to her computer in desperation but even Midestiel4eva's gorgeous and stunning art wasn't enough to fully distract her from what Chuck had told her was coming. Her eyes flashed to the TV and she wondered if it might help her. The final battle between Dean and Michael on the one hand and Lucifer on the other wasn't just going to be some low key affair. Not this time, so there was a good chance that it might catch the media's attention, but would that help her? Would they catch any of it while it was happening? Or only just the aftermath? And would they even realize what it was that they were witnessing if they did?
No, what Becky needed was a good, solid distraction. One that would fully immerse herself in her beautiful, precious boys. Which meant either a really good fic (but she'd looked earlier and not found anything new) or to jump straight back into her own fic. Opening her Word document again, she scrolled up to the beginning of the scene to see if she could get back into it once more.
Once she'd gotten to the end of what she'd written, she was feeling flushed once more and her mental images of what came next were back.
A third voice chuckled, deep and rich with words that flowed like liquid honey and bourbon, sharp and sweet. "Yes, that's right, Little One, beg for it. Beg to have our cocks in you until you're completely full."
The words made Dean moan prettily, his jewel green eyes flashing from one lover to the other, trying to judge which one would cave sooner. The hands on his beautifully toned and freckled skin had shifted to his more erogenous zones, but were circling them teasingly rather than actually touching them. His empty, aching hole clenched, desperate to be filled, while his mouth watered at the thought of being filled with one of his angels' relentless velvet covered steel cocks.
"Please," Dean mewled, writhing beautifully on the sinfully soft bed. "I... I want you... both of you."
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Miles away, Chuck cried out and clutched at his head as the visions started bombarding him once more, hitting him hard and fast as the final battle started to unfold before his horrified eyes.
A.N.: Two hundred chapters. *celebrates* Even though I wrote them all, I can hardly believe it myself!
Anyway, hope you all enjoyed it and the new pov. I wanted this chapter to be a bit different and using Becky allowed me to work in 2 things that otherwise wouldn't have made it into this fic.
Also know that even though we're winding down, I did write another 50k of this fic for NaNo. The only downside is that I still need to type it all up!
Chapter 201