Over 4 years later
Um, hi? Its been an incredibly long time and I have really missed this place. I went down a long dark tunnel but now I am doing a lot more writing and felt the need to post here. So to start things off, here is one Destiel, Samifer fic that I have been writing for a while, so here's hoping you enjoy.
Title: These Dreams
By: Wynna Pendragon
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Dean/Castiel, Sam/Lucifer, Gabriel/Kali
Warnings: supernatural au-no powers, altered memories, drug use, fluff, angst, grief, dad jokes, song title chapters
Summary: The Darkness decided to reward Dean in a way that was totally unexpected. Waking up with no memory of his hunting days, Dean has a pretty normal life...until he starts dreaming, and then all Hell breaks loose. Sam is recovering from rock bottom and is living with Dean. Trying to enjoy life again with the help of his best friend Gabriel, he is completely shook when he meets his best friend's older brother, Lucifer. Then the dreams of demons, pain and the Devil begin haunting him every night.
Unimaginable power beat and festered inside his chest as his very universe hung in the balance, and he could do nothing but stare as God was restored to his former glory.
God.
Fixed up easy as you please by a celestial being the human was bound to.
His sister.
God had a sister.
And he's just watching them reunite like its just another Thursday.
Sadly in their line of work, of course its NBD.
They smile at each other and God looks sheepishly his way, "I think we're just gonna go...away for a while."
He breathed out a laugh incredulously, "Yeah- family meeting- I get it." And boy did he need a 'family meeting' of his own. They really needed a vacation from all of this, like some ounce of normal. Cause God? The Apocalypse? Again? Maybe take a break. Like a really long break.
"But first-" a smirk and a hand to his chest, sucking the power- the fucking bomb- back into God. "Better?"
'No' he wanted to say, "What about us? What about Earth?" What about Heaven? Lucifer? The other angels? Cause as soon as God leaves- again- who knows what was going to come crashing through their door.
"Earth'll be fine," Chuck- er, God- said with utter conviction, "Its got you. And Sam."
As the shorter being walked away all he could do was gape. 'Seriously?!' All he could do was just stand there as the two celestial beings joined hands. How in the Hell were they going to be able to defend the planet in God's stead?
"Dean," the Darkness paused, "You gave me what I needed most. I want to do the same for you." As he tried to wrap his mind around what just went down, they disappeared in clouds of white and black smoke, curled around each other as they left Earth.
'WE'LL BE IN TOUCH.'
12:00 a.m. Lawrence, Kansas
Dean woke suddenly from a sound sleep, disoriented and groggy. For a second, he couldn't place exactly why he woke or why he fell asleep on the couch instead of his own bed, or the weird sense of deja vu creeping down his spine. Judging by the infomercial on the tv screen it had to be late. He was startled out of his daze as he heard a soft grunting and then a piercing cry from the other room.
Emma, he remembered and hurried to his infant daughter's room in panic. He stopped in the doorway as he saw a tall figure standing in front of her crib, and reached behind his back to grip his gun- wait. His brow furrowed but before he could do anything, the figure turned around to face him. "Sam," he breathed, instant relief flooding his system. He sagged against the doorway weakly, "When did you get home?"
His little brother grinned down at the little bundle in his arms, and rocked her from side to side, "About an hour ago. Ellen sent me home. It was pretty dead tonight, so there was no reason for me to be there." His gaze flicked to Dean and then back to Emma, "You were passed out so I didn't want to wake you up. You alright, dude? You look like you've seen a ghost."
Dean straightened and ran a hand through his hair, he couldn't really explain the utter terror that ripped through him when he came upon the nursery, "I don't know, man. Weird dream I guess. I can take it from here."
Sam pulled a face while bouncing the lightly fussing baby gently, "I'll be up for a while, its no big deal. Besides, you looked like hell warmed over." His brows arched at the snort that erupted from the shorter man, "Seriousy, Dean. You're kind of delirious, you should get some shut-eye. I'll wake you if I need you."
The older man nodded, he hadn't had much sleep in the last- what was it now? Six weeks? Yeah, he nodded, six weeks. Almost two months since his world turned upside down. Again. Lucky he had Sam with him, even though his little brother had his own shit going on. It had been a very long time since he looked after a baby and even then his father was at least coherent enough to tend to the late night feedings. He realized now that he was older than his dad was while taking care of two kids. Dean could handle it, he just needed some rest.
He gave Emma a good night kiss and patted Sam's arm in thanks before shuffling to his room to get at least a few hours of sleep.
He was unconscious before his head hit the pillow.
Title: These Dreams
By: Wynna Pendragon
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Dean/Castiel, Sam/Lucifer, Gabriel/Kali
Warnings: supernatural au-no powers, altered memories, drug use, fluff, angst, grief, dad jokes, song title chapters
Summary: The Darkness decided to reward Dean in a way that was totally unexpected. Waking up with no memory of his hunting days, Dean has a pretty normal life...until he starts dreaming, and then all Hell breaks loose. Sam is recovering from rock bottom and is living with Dean. Trying to enjoy life again with the help of his best friend Gabriel, he is completely shook when he meets his best friend's older brother, Lucifer. Then the dreams of demons, pain and the Devil begin haunting him every night.
Unimaginable power beat and festered inside his chest as his very universe hung in the balance, and he could do nothing but stare as God was restored to his former glory.
God.
Fixed up easy as you please by a celestial being the human was bound to.
His sister.
God had a sister.
And he's just watching them reunite like its just another Thursday.
Sadly in their line of work, of course its NBD.
They smile at each other and God looks sheepishly his way, "I think we're just gonna go...away for a while."
He breathed out a laugh incredulously, "Yeah- family meeting- I get it." And boy did he need a 'family meeting' of his own. They really needed a vacation from all of this, like some ounce of normal. Cause God? The Apocalypse? Again? Maybe take a break. Like a really long break.
"But first-" a smirk and a hand to his chest, sucking the power- the fucking bomb- back into God. "Better?"
'No' he wanted to say, "What about us? What about Earth?" What about Heaven? Lucifer? The other angels? Cause as soon as God leaves- again- who knows what was going to come crashing through their door.
"Earth'll be fine," Chuck- er, God- said with utter conviction, "Its got you. And Sam."
As the shorter being walked away all he could do was gape. 'Seriously?!' All he could do was just stand there as the two celestial beings joined hands. How in the Hell were they going to be able to defend the planet in God's stead?
"Dean," the Darkness paused, "You gave me what I needed most. I want to do the same for you." As he tried to wrap his mind around what just went down, they disappeared in clouds of white and black smoke, curled around each other as they left Earth.
'WE'LL BE IN TOUCH.'
12:00 a.m. Lawrence, Kansas
Dean woke suddenly from a sound sleep, disoriented and groggy. For a second, he couldn't place exactly why he woke or why he fell asleep on the couch instead of his own bed, or the weird sense of deja vu creeping down his spine. Judging by the infomercial on the tv screen it had to be late. He was startled out of his daze as he heard a soft grunting and then a piercing cry from the other room.
Emma, he remembered and hurried to his infant daughter's room in panic. He stopped in the doorway as he saw a tall figure standing in front of her crib, and reached behind his back to grip his gun- wait. His brow furrowed but before he could do anything, the figure turned around to face him. "Sam," he breathed, instant relief flooding his system. He sagged against the doorway weakly, "When did you get home?"
His little brother grinned down at the little bundle in his arms, and rocked her from side to side, "About an hour ago. Ellen sent me home. It was pretty dead tonight, so there was no reason for me to be there." His gaze flicked to Dean and then back to Emma, "You were passed out so I didn't want to wake you up. You alright, dude? You look like you've seen a ghost."
Dean straightened and ran a hand through his hair, he couldn't really explain the utter terror that ripped through him when he came upon the nursery, "I don't know, man. Weird dream I guess. I can take it from here."
Sam pulled a face while bouncing the lightly fussing baby gently, "I'll be up for a while, its no big deal. Besides, you looked like hell warmed over." His brows arched at the snort that erupted from the shorter man, "Seriousy, Dean. You're kind of delirious, you should get some shut-eye. I'll wake you if I need you."
The older man nodded, he hadn't had much sleep in the last- what was it now? Six weeks? Yeah, he nodded, six weeks. Almost two months since his world turned upside down. Again. Lucky he had Sam with him, even though his little brother had his own shit going on. It had been a very long time since he looked after a baby and even then his father was at least coherent enough to tend to the late night feedings. He realized now that he was older than his dad was while taking care of two kids. Dean could handle it, he just needed some rest.
He gave Emma a good night kiss and patted Sam's arm in thanks before shuffling to his room to get at least a few hours of sleep.
He was unconscious before his head hit the pillow.