The Beauty of Love As It Was Made To Be 14/?
Title: The Beauty of Love As It Was Made To Be 14/?
Rating: PG
Pairing and Characters: Dean/Cas, Faith, Kevin
Spoilers/Warnings: Spoilers for 8x14
Word Count: ~1,400 (this chapter)
Summary: This is a sequel to "Like To Stay in Heaven..." you don't have to read that first to start this, but it would help a lot. That masterpost is here. You do need to read the prologue which is here. This starts two months after the end of my version of season 7
This chapter: Dean and Cas visit Kevin and get some surprising information
Notes: This story will most likely turn into another monster. I've had this story in mind for a while and haven't had a way to write it out. It could go on for a long time to see Dean and Cas' daughter grow to an adult.
Updates will likely be shorter for a while, so I can update more often while I figure out what’s wrong with me.
Previous
Dean and Cas were walking up to the ship Kevin was hiding in, worried and excited about what he would tell them about the demon tablet. Faith was clapping happily in Dean’s arms as they neared the door. She had seen Kevin a few times over webcams on the computer and seemed excited to finally see the prophet in person.
“Kevin.” Cas called for the teen as they opened the ship’s door. He wasn’t in sight.
Dean set Faith down and took out his gun, fearing the worst. “Kevin!”
They searched through the small bunk. Papers and pictures were pinned up and laying across every available surface. A noise from a door on Dean’s right got his attention. He got Cas’s attention and they moved closer to the door before opening it quickly. It was the bathroom, and Kevin was throwing up into the toilet.
“Oh.” Dean dropped his gun and shut the door again.
Kevin emerged a couple minutes later. Faith clapped and laughed. “Kev Kev!”
Kevin blinked a couple times and rubbed his forehead. He looked pale and sick. “I thought you guys were coming in a few days.” His voice was weak and groggy.
“You called Dean four days ago.” Cas felt bad for the clearly suffering prophet.
“God, you look like death.” Dean walked over and touched Kevin’s shoulder.
“Thanks.” He dragged his feet over to the chair in front of his computer and sat down with a hard thud.
“Are you sleeping at all?” Cas asked, guessing the answer.
“Not really.”
“Eating?” Dean didn’t see any food lying around.
“Hotdogs mostly.”
“Sure, breakfast of champions. Look, you might want to have a salad, and maybe a shower.” Dean could smell Kevin from across the table.
“I know. I’ve been getting bad headaches, and nosebleeds, and I think I had a small stroke, but it was worth it.”
“How?”
Kevin laughed. “I figured out how to close the gates of Hell.”
Cas and Dean exchanged shocked looks. “Come here, you smell son of a bitch.” Dean hugged Kevin tight, lifting him off the ground briefly. Faith shouted happily to join in the relieved atmosphere of the room.
“So, what do we have to do?” Cas refrained from hugging Kevin but was smiling widely at the hope that this could be over soon.
“It’s a spell.” Kevin walked over to a pile of papers along the wall and picked up one of them. “It’s just a few words of Enochian. It has to be spoken after you complete each of the three trials.”
“Trials like…?” Cas took the page from Dean.
“Like Hercules. The tablet says, ‘The one meant to undertake these tasks, should fear not danger, nor death, nor’ something I think means getting your spine ripped out through your mouth for all eternity.”
“Good times.” Dean thought that sounded about right.
“Basically, God built these series of tests and when you’ve done all three you can slam the gates.”
“God’s fun little obstacle course, huh?” Dean shook his head. “What do we have to do?”
“I’ve only figured out one so far, but I don’t think you guys can do it.”
“We’ve done a lot, Kevin. I think we can handle it.”
Kevin shook his head. “That’s not what I mean. The tablet said something else about the trials that confused me. I don’t think any person can just do the trials.”
“What did it say, exactly?” Cas put the spell in his pocket.
“Uh,” Kevin searched through the papers before finding the right one, “it said, ‘The one who must undertake these trials will be strong beyond measure and be the only one of its kind to walk the earth. Others who attempt will die after much suffering and will not complete all the trials.’ Seems to me that you guys would be better off not dying.”
They mulled over the words silently. Dean looked at Kevin. “So, even if Cas or I try to do this, we’ll die without being able to finish it?”
“It seems like it, yeah.” Kevin nodded sympathetically. “I guess you just have to find whatever it is that needs to do the trials and convince them to do it.”
“Yeah, no problem.” Dean pulled Cas aside as Kevin sat down. “What are we gonna do?”
Cas shrugged. “I don’t know. You have any idea of what the tablet could mean?”
Dean shook his head. “No.” He sighed heavily. He had really hoped this would be it, that it could really end soon. Now they had to find this person, or thing, and talk them into closing the gates of Hell for them.
Cas looked around the ship absently and watched as Faith walked over to Kevin and pulled on his pant leg. Kevin smiled and lifted her up on his lap. As he watched, he had a realization that made his heart drop.
“So,” Kevin broke Cas out of his thoughts, “Faith is half angel?”
“More like 40% angel.”
“That must make her pretty special.” Kevin brows knotted in thought. “Is she weaker than a full angel then or…?”
“No,” Dean smiled proudly, “she’s stronger than most of them. She’s done stuff that reminded me of the archangels.”
“And she’s not even two yet, right?” Kevin looked for their nods. He could tell Dean hadn’t connected the dots yet but Cas was getting what he was trying to say. “She must be really unique.”
Cas’s heartbeat sped up as he thought it through. Nephilim had been forbidden for as long as Cas could remember and Chuck had said she was the only one that would be made and the line about the destiny she had that being greater than Dean and Sam’s. He grabbed Dean’s arm and pulled him away.
“What?”
“Dean, you don’t think Faith…?”
Dean’s eyes widened in realization. “What, no! No, it can’t be.”
“Think about it. She’s probably the strongest thing we’ve come across and the only one of her kind on Earth right now, and ever, according to Chuck. I think she might be the one.”
He thought about the words on the letters they had been given and felt his heart drop. It made sense. Of course, they still had a choice. She didn’t have to do the trials, ever. Dean just didn’t know if they could let this go after knowing there was a way to get rid of all the demons on Earth. They could always try the trials anyway.
“Dean, no.” Cas took his arm.
“What?”
“I know what you’re thinking, and no. If you try to do these trials, you’ll die. I won’t let you do that.”
“Then what? We’re just supposed to wait twenty years or so for Faith to grow up and then close the gates? How can we let them run free that long, killing who knows how many people?”
Cas put his hands out in defeat. “What else can we do?”
Dean shook his head. He turned back to Kevin. Faith was babbling nonsense about her fairy and tiger as Kevin just smiled. “Time to go, honey.”
Faith frowned and hugged Kevin’s neck. “No! Kev Kev.”
“Kevin needs to rest, Faith. Come on.” Faith whined a little but let Dean pick her up.
She waved as Dean stepped away from Kevin. “Bye.”
Kevin waved back. They said their goodbyes and they promised to check in on him soon. The drive back to Kansas was quiet as Dean and Cas had a lot to think about.
After the long drive, they were all tired. Cas carried Faith to her room in the bunker as Dean changed for sleep. When Faith had settled, Cas found Dean sitting on their bed in a t-shirt and boxers.
“Should we tell Sam about all this?” Cas took off his jacket and watched Dean sitting quietly. “He would want to know.”
Dean shook his head. “No, we can wait a few days. There’s nothing he can do and he should enjoy his honeymoon.” Dean didn’t see the point in making him worry when there really was nothing that could be done.
“Okay.” Cas kicked off his shoes and sat next to Dean. “So, what are we gonna do? Should we tell her when she’s older? Let her decide?”
“She should always have a choice. I just wish she didn’t have to.” He ran a hand over his face. “I wanted her to never have to worry about demons and Hell. I was hoping we could give that to her.”
“Me too.” Cas put a hand on his shoulder. “We’ll just have to prepare her for it now.”
Next
Rating: PG
Pairing and Characters: Dean/Cas, Faith, Kevin
Spoilers/Warnings: Spoilers for 8x14
Word Count: ~1,400 (this chapter)
Summary: This is a sequel to "Like To Stay in Heaven..." you don't have to read that first to start this, but it would help a lot. That masterpost is here. You do need to read the prologue which is here. This starts two months after the end of my version of season 7
This chapter: Dean and Cas visit Kevin and get some surprising information
Notes: This story will most likely turn into another monster. I've had this story in mind for a while and haven't had a way to write it out. It could go on for a long time to see Dean and Cas' daughter grow to an adult.
Updates will likely be shorter for a while, so I can update more often while I figure out what’s wrong with me.
Previous
Dean and Cas were walking up to the ship Kevin was hiding in, worried and excited about what he would tell them about the demon tablet. Faith was clapping happily in Dean’s arms as they neared the door. She had seen Kevin a few times over webcams on the computer and seemed excited to finally see the prophet in person.
“Kevin.” Cas called for the teen as they opened the ship’s door. He wasn’t in sight.
Dean set Faith down and took out his gun, fearing the worst. “Kevin!”
They searched through the small bunk. Papers and pictures were pinned up and laying across every available surface. A noise from a door on Dean’s right got his attention. He got Cas’s attention and they moved closer to the door before opening it quickly. It was the bathroom, and Kevin was throwing up into the toilet.
“Oh.” Dean dropped his gun and shut the door again.
Kevin emerged a couple minutes later. Faith clapped and laughed. “Kev Kev!”
Kevin blinked a couple times and rubbed his forehead. He looked pale and sick. “I thought you guys were coming in a few days.” His voice was weak and groggy.
“You called Dean four days ago.” Cas felt bad for the clearly suffering prophet.
“God, you look like death.” Dean walked over and touched Kevin’s shoulder.
“Thanks.” He dragged his feet over to the chair in front of his computer and sat down with a hard thud.
“Are you sleeping at all?” Cas asked, guessing the answer.
“Not really.”
“Eating?” Dean didn’t see any food lying around.
“Hotdogs mostly.”
“Sure, breakfast of champions. Look, you might want to have a salad, and maybe a shower.” Dean could smell Kevin from across the table.
“I know. I’ve been getting bad headaches, and nosebleeds, and I think I had a small stroke, but it was worth it.”
“How?”
Kevin laughed. “I figured out how to close the gates of Hell.”
Cas and Dean exchanged shocked looks. “Come here, you smell son of a bitch.” Dean hugged Kevin tight, lifting him off the ground briefly. Faith shouted happily to join in the relieved atmosphere of the room.
“So, what do we have to do?” Cas refrained from hugging Kevin but was smiling widely at the hope that this could be over soon.
“It’s a spell.” Kevin walked over to a pile of papers along the wall and picked up one of them. “It’s just a few words of Enochian. It has to be spoken after you complete each of the three trials.”
“Trials like…?” Cas took the page from Dean.
“Like Hercules. The tablet says, ‘The one meant to undertake these tasks, should fear not danger, nor death, nor’ something I think means getting your spine ripped out through your mouth for all eternity.”
“Good times.” Dean thought that sounded about right.
“Basically, God built these series of tests and when you’ve done all three you can slam the gates.”
“God’s fun little obstacle course, huh?” Dean shook his head. “What do we have to do?”
“I’ve only figured out one so far, but I don’t think you guys can do it.”
“We’ve done a lot, Kevin. I think we can handle it.”
Kevin shook his head. “That’s not what I mean. The tablet said something else about the trials that confused me. I don’t think any person can just do the trials.”
“What did it say, exactly?” Cas put the spell in his pocket.
“Uh,” Kevin searched through the papers before finding the right one, “it said, ‘The one who must undertake these trials will be strong beyond measure and be the only one of its kind to walk the earth. Others who attempt will die after much suffering and will not complete all the trials.’ Seems to me that you guys would be better off not dying.”
They mulled over the words silently. Dean looked at Kevin. “So, even if Cas or I try to do this, we’ll die without being able to finish it?”
“It seems like it, yeah.” Kevin nodded sympathetically. “I guess you just have to find whatever it is that needs to do the trials and convince them to do it.”
“Yeah, no problem.” Dean pulled Cas aside as Kevin sat down. “What are we gonna do?”
Cas shrugged. “I don’t know. You have any idea of what the tablet could mean?”
Dean shook his head. “No.” He sighed heavily. He had really hoped this would be it, that it could really end soon. Now they had to find this person, or thing, and talk them into closing the gates of Hell for them.
Cas looked around the ship absently and watched as Faith walked over to Kevin and pulled on his pant leg. Kevin smiled and lifted her up on his lap. As he watched, he had a realization that made his heart drop.
“So,” Kevin broke Cas out of his thoughts, “Faith is half angel?”
“More like 40% angel.”
“That must make her pretty special.” Kevin brows knotted in thought. “Is she weaker than a full angel then or…?”
“No,” Dean smiled proudly, “she’s stronger than most of them. She’s done stuff that reminded me of the archangels.”
“And she’s not even two yet, right?” Kevin looked for their nods. He could tell Dean hadn’t connected the dots yet but Cas was getting what he was trying to say. “She must be really unique.”
Cas’s heartbeat sped up as he thought it through. Nephilim had been forbidden for as long as Cas could remember and Chuck had said she was the only one that would be made and the line about the destiny she had that being greater than Dean and Sam’s. He grabbed Dean’s arm and pulled him away.
“What?”
“Dean, you don’t think Faith…?”
Dean’s eyes widened in realization. “What, no! No, it can’t be.”
“Think about it. She’s probably the strongest thing we’ve come across and the only one of her kind on Earth right now, and ever, according to Chuck. I think she might be the one.”
He thought about the words on the letters they had been given and felt his heart drop. It made sense. Of course, they still had a choice. She didn’t have to do the trials, ever. Dean just didn’t know if they could let this go after knowing there was a way to get rid of all the demons on Earth. They could always try the trials anyway.
“Dean, no.” Cas took his arm.
“What?”
“I know what you’re thinking, and no. If you try to do these trials, you’ll die. I won’t let you do that.”
“Then what? We’re just supposed to wait twenty years or so for Faith to grow up and then close the gates? How can we let them run free that long, killing who knows how many people?”
Cas put his hands out in defeat. “What else can we do?”
Dean shook his head. He turned back to Kevin. Faith was babbling nonsense about her fairy and tiger as Kevin just smiled. “Time to go, honey.”
Faith frowned and hugged Kevin’s neck. “No! Kev Kev.”
“Kevin needs to rest, Faith. Come on.” Faith whined a little but let Dean pick her up.
She waved as Dean stepped away from Kevin. “Bye.”
Kevin waved back. They said their goodbyes and they promised to check in on him soon. The drive back to Kansas was quiet as Dean and Cas had a lot to think about.
After the long drive, they were all tired. Cas carried Faith to her room in the bunker as Dean changed for sleep. When Faith had settled, Cas found Dean sitting on their bed in a t-shirt and boxers.
“Should we tell Sam about all this?” Cas took off his jacket and watched Dean sitting quietly. “He would want to know.”
Dean shook his head. “No, we can wait a few days. There’s nothing he can do and he should enjoy his honeymoon.” Dean didn’t see the point in making him worry when there really was nothing that could be done.
“Okay.” Cas kicked off his shoes and sat next to Dean. “So, what are we gonna do? Should we tell her when she’s older? Let her decide?”
“She should always have a choice. I just wish she didn’t have to.” He ran a hand over his face. “I wanted her to never have to worry about demons and Hell. I was hoping we could give that to her.”
“Me too.” Cas put a hand on his shoulder. “We’ll just have to prepare her for it now.”
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