Unexpected Destinies Chapter 117
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: 3,416
Summary: Becky explains Destiel and more to Sam, Bobby and Samuel.
PRESENT
"Destiel Forever?" Sam repeated, frowning as he tried to figure it out.
"Yep, my new OTP and the only true one out there I realize now."
"De-stiel."
Out of the corner of his eye, Sam saw Bobby start in surprise as his eyes went wide in disbelief. "What? What is it, Bobby?"
"You know about that?" Bobby demanded, looking at Becky.
"Of course I know about it," Becky sniffed. "Like I said, I used to date Chuck and we're still best friends even if the dating thing didn't pan out. He wouldn't dare hide something like that from me, even before it made it into the books."
"That's in the books already?"
"Yes."
"Just how far are the books up to?"
"The last published one ended in Stull Cemetery with Dean and Michael getting stabbed through the chest by Simiel."
"Dean got stabbed through the chest?" Samuel demanded in astonishment.
"Yes, didn't you know? It was during the Rite of Contressa, Simiel was trying to stop them from performing it."
"Simiel?" Sam repeated faintly.
"Oh for the love of! Don't you know anything about what's happened this past year?"
"No, Dean hasn't told us much."
"Gee, I wonder why?"
"I thought you knew what was going on? Shouldn't you know this stuff?"
"I don't know everything about every vision that Chuck has, he'd have no time to write if he told me everything as he saw it. He's been having the visions hard and fast lately as there's just so much going on at the moment."
"Okay, why don't we start at the beginning?" Samuel suggested. "What is this Destia thing?"
"Destiel," Becky corrected, looking cross. "It comes from Dean and Castiel, put the two names together and viola, Destiel."
Dean and Castiel? Destiel? Destiel Forever?
Sam felt vaguely sick as he stared at Becky in shock and dismay. Had she really just moved from one impossible slash pairing to the next? Had she really not learned anything? So instead of incest she was now into blasphemy and sacrilege? At least this time Dean would get a kick out of it even if his brother would be horrified to find that he was once again being paired with a guy by fans. What was it with them and making the two of them gay? He'd flipped through enough of the travesties that Chuck and the publishers called books to know that it showed quite plainly that they were straight and not only dated girls, but very much enjoyed doing so. At least this time he wasn't the focus of Becky's perverse fantasies, though he couldn't help but wonder how Castiel would take this. Somehow he doubted that the angel would still be as much of a fan of Chuck's books once he found out that they'd spawned trash like this.
"Dean and... Castiel? The angel?" Samuel questioned, voice faint.
"Yes, oh my God, they're so amazing together, at times cute and sweet or sexy and hot as hell! Besides, I always knew that Dean was a romantic at heart, what with all of his supposed dislike of chick flick moments and all. Turns out he just needed the right person to bring it all out. Oh!"
There was the taste of vomit in Sam's mouth as Becky sighed and got a love struck gleam in her eyes. A romantic at heart? The anti-chick flick thing an indicator thereof? Dean was so going to kill her, human or not. Becky was a dead woman walking, she just didn't know it yet. How on Earth could she claim to now be such a big fan of his brother and yet totally not know Dean at all? He was starting to understand how Becky had gotten everything about him so wrong if she saw Dean's behavior in this way.
A quick glance at the others showed Sam that his grandfather was looking as green as he felt while Bobby had the strangest expression on his face and he wasn't quite sure what to make of it. No doubt the older hunter didn't want to hear all about one girl's X-rated fantasies about his favorite adoptive son any more than he himself did about his brother. He'd have to get the IP address for this Destiel Forever site just so that he could block it from his computer to ensure that he never accidentally went to it. If Chuck's books really were being published once more and the amount of fan fic about them increased as a result, then it was always possible that future searches for information for hunts would start bringing back fan fiction sites due to their use of the supernatural.
Oh God, what if there were fics out there pairing one of them with some monster?
"Wait a minute," Samuel suddenly stated, turning to Bobby. "It's real?"
"Real? What's real?" Sam demanded, seeing the sudden panicky expression on Bobby's face.
"Nothing, nothing," Bobby denied hastily.
"No, when she mentioned Destiel, you asked her whether she knew about it as if it were true," Samuel pressed.
The words froze Sam in place as he realized that his grandfather was right. Bobby had reacted to Becky's statement as if it were true and, what was more, the older man had figured out what Destiel meant on his own, without needing it explained to him. But no, that couldn't be, could it? No, Dean was not gay, not only did his brother flirt with a ton of women, but he'd walked in on Dean in the act often enough to know that his brother really did sleep with them as well. Not to mention the amount of women he'd seen afterwards who'd always been extremely happy and satisfied. If he were honest with himself, he'd always been a bit jealous of his brother's easy ability to charm and satisfy women. The fact that it had exasperated their father at times had only added to his admiration.
So, no, just no. It wasn't possible.
Bobby sighed. "Yeah, okay, Dean told me about it that time he came by my motel room."
"What?" Sam exclaimed.
"So he hadn't told you he was bisexual either, huh?"
"Bisexual?"
"Okay, that makes me feel better, knowing that it wasn't just me that he was hiding it from."
"Wait, you'd expected him to share that with you?" Samuel demanded. "Christ but things have really changed."
"Dean isn't gay!" Sam stated forcefully.
"Being bi isn't the same as being gay," Becky replied. "He just likes both men and women, although apparently not so much anymore."
"What?"
"Chuck said that in one of his older visions Dean hadn't even noticed that some girl was hitting on him."
"Dean didn't notice?"
"No, like I said, he's a softie, a real romantic at heart. When he's with someone, he gives himself to his partner completely," Becky said, the stars back in her eyes before her whole face turned dark as she glared at him. "Unlike some people, Dean knows the meaning of true love."
"True love?" Sam scoffed. "Dean doesn't do love, sex, sure, but love? Not a chance. If he's really with Cas at the moment then I promise you, it's completely sexual." The very thought made him ill and he had to force it down or he'd be sick. "It's probably nothing more than a reaction to his perceived abandonment."
"Completely sexual? Reaction? Perceived abandonment?" Becky looked absolutely livid at the moment and Sam took an uneasy step back as she got to her feet and stormed over to him, starting the poking once more. "Sam Winchester, how dare you? How dare you say that about your brother? After everything that Dean has done for you, how can you be so dismissive and cruel to him? Chuck had mentioned some of what he'd seen about you and I read what was in the recent novels, but I thought that he'd seen things wrong or portrayed it as worse than it actually was, but now I see that it wasn't that at all."
"Becky, Dean doesn't do love, he-"
"He gave Cas the key to the Impala for Christmas."
The words shocked Sam speechless. Dean had given Castiel the key to his baby? The angel didn't need a key to get into the car, so it was obvious why his brother had given it and that was huge. It was- Hey, wait a goddamn minute! Dean only had two copies of the Impala's key, which meant that his brother had given Castiel his key! That was his, damnit! He'd even had it while at Stanford and he'd only given it back to Dean because there had been a good chance that he'd not survive the whole Lucifer thing.
"I take it that's big?" Samuel inquired.
"That's huge," Becky stated. "The Impala is Dean's baby, he loves that car and it has been with the family since before Dean was born, though he did help John chose it when he went back in time, you know when he met you? It's basically the only home that he has ever had since Mary died. Well, it was until Dean and Cas got that apartment together."
"Apartment?" Bobby questioned with raised eyebrows.
"Yeah, Chuck mentioned that they now have a place together. Something about Cas being seriously injured and Dean finding them somewhere to stay during his recovery. I don't know all of the details as Chuck hasn't finished that book yet, but he should soon and I can't wait to read it. I need to know what happened to my poor baby, Cas doesn't deserve to be seriously injured, not after all that he's already done for Dean. Besides, if he's injured then they can't have steaming hot sex!"
"Becky!" Sam exclaimed, horrified.
"It's true and boy, does your brother know what he's doing, it's better than fan fic!"
"Chuck writes it?" Bobby questioned, horrified.
"I make him write it, no way is he seeing that and then not letting me know all about it. I mean, Cas has wings and produces wing oil and-"
"No, no details! Absolutely no details!" Sam ordered. "I do not need to know about my brother's sex life, especially not when it's gay sex with a supernatural creature!"
"Like you can talk. At least Cas is an angel, Ruby was a demon."
"That was different!"
"Yes, this is about love, yours was about perversion and addiction!"
"Wings and wing oil?" Samuel asked, horrified.
"He's an angel, of course he has wings and wing oil."
"I've never seen them."
"Well, duh, you're not special."
"Excuse me?"
"Only special people are able to see an angel's wings."
"Yes, but Dean isn't one of them," Sam stated. "Cas tried to speak with him at the beginning and nearly blew out Dean's eardrums."
"I know, but that changed after the first time Mike took Dean."
"Michael's had sex with Dean as well?" Samuel demanded, looking ready to faint.
"No, she didn't mean it like that," Bobby replied, deathly pale all of a sudden and Sam felt his own blood rush from his face as he realized what the older hunter meant. "You meant that Dean said yes, didn't you, Becky? He let Michael in to use him as a vessel."
"You didn't know?" Becky questioned, surprised.
"How would we know?"
"Dean didn't tell you?"
"What about Dean isn't telling us much did you not understand?" Sam demanded.
"No need to be snippy," Becky responded. "It just happened such a long time ago that I figured it was something they would have mentioned or that you'd have figured it out from how human Mike is now."
Dean had said yes to Michael already? Things were far worse than Sam had feared. He'd hoped that they had more time and that they'd be able to prevent his brother from doing anything stupid but they were obviously far too late for that already. He watched Bobby sink weakly into the new couch that stood near the desk and he could only hope that the other man would finally start to see what was truly going on instead of what Dean had been trying to tell them was true. Despite his fears this still came as quite a shock to even him though it did explain a lot about what had been going on. His brother's compliance with the angels and their plan, the sheer stupidity of Dean's actions, the way that his brother had hidden the truth about the Apocalypse from them and everything else.
If Michael had already taken Dean as his vessel then all of that was easily explained. It was quite simple and Sam didn't get why he hadn't seen it before. Of course Dean had said yes to the archangel, his brother had been fragile since his return from Hell and the cracks had only gotten bigger since then. Given that his brother had already been ready to crack wide open once more just shortly before he himself had managed to stuff both Lucifer and Michael into the cage, he really should have known that Dean wouldn't be able to put up more than a token resistance without himself or Bobby there to prevent him from breaking once more.
"How long is a long time ago?" Bobby finally asked, still quite pale.
"Somewhere between Christmas and Dean's birthday."
"Uh, when is Dean's birthday?" Samuel inquired.
"The twenty-fourth of January," Sam replied absently. "He said yes back then? No wonder he's been falling in line with the angels' plans!"
"No, he's not! He's converted both Mike and Raphael to his point of view!" Becky shouted. "They're all working to prevent the Apocalypse from happening!"
"Then why did Dean say yes?" Bobby asked, an edge of desperation and begging to it. "Why would he do that if they're trying to prevent it?"
"Because only Dean and Mike together could perform the Rite of Contressa, it wouldn't have worked if Mike wasn't in Dean, it was a condition of the ritual."
"The Rite of Contressa? Is that the ritual that Dean mentioned before? The one I'd never heard of?" Samuel asked.
"Neither had most of the angels, it was something only a few archangels had ever heard of before. It's a ritual that prevents an angel from taking a vessel, so you see, Dean said yes in order to help protect you from Lucifer, Sam. Despite all that you have done to him, your brother is still protecting you."
The revelation left Sam speechless and he couldn't even think of what he felt at the moment. Dean had said yes in order to ensure that Lucifer couldn't take him? The mere thought of having the devil back inside of him was almost too horrible to contemplate and he shuddered at the memories that immediately rose to the top of his mind from before. It was also such a Dean thing to do that he couldn't help the wave of nostalgia that washed over him as he thought of how it had used to be back when it was just him and Dean. Sure there had been a lot of other stuff going on, but there had always been the good times when they'd been able to relax and just enjoy each other's company and he missed that just now. He hadn't thought about it for ages, especially not when he'd had Christian, but right now he wanted those times back. He wanted Dean back, as his brother had been before this whole Apocalypse fiasco had started and changed Dean forever.
"That stupid idjit, of course he said yes to save Sam," Bobby muttered, shaking his head before he looked up at Becky with a dawning hope. "But it didn't consume him, Dean is still himself."
"Yes," Becky confirmed softly. "Mike loves Dean, he would never do anything to harm him. Besides, you know Dean, since when has he ever done things the normal way?"
"Never."
"Exactly, so why would you even think that he'd be a normal vessel? Because he's most definitely not, not even close."
"What do you mean?"
"Vessels are normally shoved down, into the back of their own minds and are unaware while the angel is inside of them. The only exceptions of this are with Michael or Lucifer, who can chose to wake their vessels up, like Lucifer did with Sam."
The words brought back the memories even more than before and Sam flinched. Remembering just how helpless he'd been for most of that time brought back the despair and horror and it was nearly enough to overwhelm him. It was, without a doubt, the worst experience of his life, even more so than those weeks in that cage in Hell with Michael and Lucifer. Not only had he been unable to do anything but watch as Lucifer did whatever the hell he wanted, but he'd been able to feel what the devil felt and all of that malevolence, hatred and superiority had stuck to him like some viscous fluid no matter what he'd done to try and free himself from it all. He had not wanted to feel all of that but he hadn't been given a choice. Of all of it, the dark delight and pleasure that Lucifer had experienced when killing and beating up Dean had been the worst.
"But that didn't happen with Dean, at least not for long," Becky continued. "The first time Dean was shoved down, but then he regained consciousness on his own, without Mike waking him, and he's been both awake and aware ever since whenever Mike takes him."
Bobby laughed at those words but Sam couldn't help but notice the edge of despair to it and he knew exactly how the man felt. Dean had been awake for every single moment that he'd been a vessel? He shuddered again at the mere thought. He hadn't been aware for most of the time that Lucifer had been inside of him and still it had been far too much. Except for the very end where he'd somehow managed to wrest control away from the devil just long enough to grab Michael and jump into the cage, he desperately wished that he'd been unconscious for it all. To think that his brother had been awake for each excruciating moment and knowing that Dean had done it for him, it was nearly unbearable.
"The first time?" Samuel repeated. "Exactly how many times has Michael taken Dean as his vessel?"
"Including the first time, eh, let me think, that would be four times now, I think," Becky said. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure it's been four times."
"Four times," Sam repeated numbly.
"Jesus," Bobby muttered.
"No, no, it's not a bad thing," Becky rushed to add. "Dean kinda likes it and even misses it when he's not with Michael."
"What?"
"It sounds like it's amazing. I mean to have an angel's Grace cradling your very soul and bathing it with friendship and affection, I'd do anything to get to experience that."
"That's not at all what it's like!" Sam protested.
"For you perhaps, but for Dean it is. You should read the scene in question, it's beautiful and that was back before they became such good friends. I was allowed to have a look at the draft of the later time and it's gorgeous. I just wish that Cas was able to have Dean that way, I can only imagine what sexual tension would do to that dynamic. It would probably be some kind of Gracegasm."
This time Sam's stomach heaved, the very idea of any kind of sexualization of what he'd experienced sickening him. "Becky!"
"Well it would be. Luckily Dean hasn't let that lack get in the way of their relationship."
"Uh, you mentioned something earlier about Dean and Michael being stabbed in the chest during the Rite of Contressa?" Samuel prompted.
"Oh, yes, while performing it over Lucifer's crumbling cage Dean and Mike got stabbed by Simiel. She wanted to prevent them from completing it."
"So Simiel is a demon?"
"No, she's an archangel, one who chose Lucifer's side and thus was punished with him," Becky explained. "She's been quite a nuisance and has injured not only Dean and Mike together, but Raphael and Dean alone as well while they were in South Africa."
An archangel with Lucifer? South Africa? Why did Sam feel like the more they spoke with Becky the more questions they had instead of answers?
A.N.: So, do I need to run and hide for giving you a present chapter now instead of the next bit of the angel bonding? :)
Chapter 118
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: up to and including Exile on Main St., AU from the end of season 5
Warnings: AU, slash
Word Count: 3,416
Summary: Becky explains Destiel and more to Sam, Bobby and Samuel.
PRESENT
"Destiel Forever?" Sam repeated, frowning as he tried to figure it out.
"Yep, my new OTP and the only true one out there I realize now."
"De-stiel."
Out of the corner of his eye, Sam saw Bobby start in surprise as his eyes went wide in disbelief. "What? What is it, Bobby?"
"You know about that?" Bobby demanded, looking at Becky.
"Of course I know about it," Becky sniffed. "Like I said, I used to date Chuck and we're still best friends even if the dating thing didn't pan out. He wouldn't dare hide something like that from me, even before it made it into the books."
"That's in the books already?"
"Yes."
"Just how far are the books up to?"
"The last published one ended in Stull Cemetery with Dean and Michael getting stabbed through the chest by Simiel."
"Dean got stabbed through the chest?" Samuel demanded in astonishment.
"Yes, didn't you know? It was during the Rite of Contressa, Simiel was trying to stop them from performing it."
"Simiel?" Sam repeated faintly.
"Oh for the love of! Don't you know anything about what's happened this past year?"
"No, Dean hasn't told us much."
"Gee, I wonder why?"
"I thought you knew what was going on? Shouldn't you know this stuff?"
"I don't know everything about every vision that Chuck has, he'd have no time to write if he told me everything as he saw it. He's been having the visions hard and fast lately as there's just so much going on at the moment."
"Okay, why don't we start at the beginning?" Samuel suggested. "What is this Destia thing?"
"Destiel," Becky corrected, looking cross. "It comes from Dean and Castiel, put the two names together and viola, Destiel."
Dean and Castiel? Destiel? Destiel Forever?
Sam felt vaguely sick as he stared at Becky in shock and dismay. Had she really just moved from one impossible slash pairing to the next? Had she really not learned anything? So instead of incest she was now into blasphemy and sacrilege? At least this time Dean would get a kick out of it even if his brother would be horrified to find that he was once again being paired with a guy by fans. What was it with them and making the two of them gay? He'd flipped through enough of the travesties that Chuck and the publishers called books to know that it showed quite plainly that they were straight and not only dated girls, but very much enjoyed doing so. At least this time he wasn't the focus of Becky's perverse fantasies, though he couldn't help but wonder how Castiel would take this. Somehow he doubted that the angel would still be as much of a fan of Chuck's books once he found out that they'd spawned trash like this.
"Dean and... Castiel? The angel?" Samuel questioned, voice faint.
"Yes, oh my God, they're so amazing together, at times cute and sweet or sexy and hot as hell! Besides, I always knew that Dean was a romantic at heart, what with all of his supposed dislike of chick flick moments and all. Turns out he just needed the right person to bring it all out. Oh!"
There was the taste of vomit in Sam's mouth as Becky sighed and got a love struck gleam in her eyes. A romantic at heart? The anti-chick flick thing an indicator thereof? Dean was so going to kill her, human or not. Becky was a dead woman walking, she just didn't know it yet. How on Earth could she claim to now be such a big fan of his brother and yet totally not know Dean at all? He was starting to understand how Becky had gotten everything about him so wrong if she saw Dean's behavior in this way.
A quick glance at the others showed Sam that his grandfather was looking as green as he felt while Bobby had the strangest expression on his face and he wasn't quite sure what to make of it. No doubt the older hunter didn't want to hear all about one girl's X-rated fantasies about his favorite adoptive son any more than he himself did about his brother. He'd have to get the IP address for this Destiel Forever site just so that he could block it from his computer to ensure that he never accidentally went to it. If Chuck's books really were being published once more and the amount of fan fic about them increased as a result, then it was always possible that future searches for information for hunts would start bringing back fan fiction sites due to their use of the supernatural.
Oh God, what if there were fics out there pairing one of them with some monster?
"Wait a minute," Samuel suddenly stated, turning to Bobby. "It's real?"
"Real? What's real?" Sam demanded, seeing the sudden panicky expression on Bobby's face.
"Nothing, nothing," Bobby denied hastily.
"No, when she mentioned Destiel, you asked her whether she knew about it as if it were true," Samuel pressed.
The words froze Sam in place as he realized that his grandfather was right. Bobby had reacted to Becky's statement as if it were true and, what was more, the older man had figured out what Destiel meant on his own, without needing it explained to him. But no, that couldn't be, could it? No, Dean was not gay, not only did his brother flirt with a ton of women, but he'd walked in on Dean in the act often enough to know that his brother really did sleep with them as well. Not to mention the amount of women he'd seen afterwards who'd always been extremely happy and satisfied. If he were honest with himself, he'd always been a bit jealous of his brother's easy ability to charm and satisfy women. The fact that it had exasperated their father at times had only added to his admiration.
So, no, just no. It wasn't possible.
Bobby sighed. "Yeah, okay, Dean told me about it that time he came by my motel room."
"What?" Sam exclaimed.
"So he hadn't told you he was bisexual either, huh?"
"Bisexual?"
"Okay, that makes me feel better, knowing that it wasn't just me that he was hiding it from."
"Wait, you'd expected him to share that with you?" Samuel demanded. "Christ but things have really changed."
"Dean isn't gay!" Sam stated forcefully.
"Being bi isn't the same as being gay," Becky replied. "He just likes both men and women, although apparently not so much anymore."
"What?"
"Chuck said that in one of his older visions Dean hadn't even noticed that some girl was hitting on him."
"Dean didn't notice?"
"No, like I said, he's a softie, a real romantic at heart. When he's with someone, he gives himself to his partner completely," Becky said, the stars back in her eyes before her whole face turned dark as she glared at him. "Unlike some people, Dean knows the meaning of true love."
"True love?" Sam scoffed. "Dean doesn't do love, sex, sure, but love? Not a chance. If he's really with Cas at the moment then I promise you, it's completely sexual." The very thought made him ill and he had to force it down or he'd be sick. "It's probably nothing more than a reaction to his perceived abandonment."
"Completely sexual? Reaction? Perceived abandonment?" Becky looked absolutely livid at the moment and Sam took an uneasy step back as she got to her feet and stormed over to him, starting the poking once more. "Sam Winchester, how dare you? How dare you say that about your brother? After everything that Dean has done for you, how can you be so dismissive and cruel to him? Chuck had mentioned some of what he'd seen about you and I read what was in the recent novels, but I thought that he'd seen things wrong or portrayed it as worse than it actually was, but now I see that it wasn't that at all."
"Becky, Dean doesn't do love, he-"
"He gave Cas the key to the Impala for Christmas."
The words shocked Sam speechless. Dean had given Castiel the key to his baby? The angel didn't need a key to get into the car, so it was obvious why his brother had given it and that was huge. It was- Hey, wait a goddamn minute! Dean only had two copies of the Impala's key, which meant that his brother had given Castiel his key! That was his, damnit! He'd even had it while at Stanford and he'd only given it back to Dean because there had been a good chance that he'd not survive the whole Lucifer thing.
"I take it that's big?" Samuel inquired.
"That's huge," Becky stated. "The Impala is Dean's baby, he loves that car and it has been with the family since before Dean was born, though he did help John chose it when he went back in time, you know when he met you? It's basically the only home that he has ever had since Mary died. Well, it was until Dean and Cas got that apartment together."
"Apartment?" Bobby questioned with raised eyebrows.
"Yeah, Chuck mentioned that they now have a place together. Something about Cas being seriously injured and Dean finding them somewhere to stay during his recovery. I don't know all of the details as Chuck hasn't finished that book yet, but he should soon and I can't wait to read it. I need to know what happened to my poor baby, Cas doesn't deserve to be seriously injured, not after all that he's already done for Dean. Besides, if he's injured then they can't have steaming hot sex!"
"Becky!" Sam exclaimed, horrified.
"It's true and boy, does your brother know what he's doing, it's better than fan fic!"
"Chuck writes it?" Bobby questioned, horrified.
"I make him write it, no way is he seeing that and then not letting me know all about it. I mean, Cas has wings and produces wing oil and-"
"No, no details! Absolutely no details!" Sam ordered. "I do not need to know about my brother's sex life, especially not when it's gay sex with a supernatural creature!"
"Like you can talk. At least Cas is an angel, Ruby was a demon."
"That was different!"
"Yes, this is about love, yours was about perversion and addiction!"
"Wings and wing oil?" Samuel asked, horrified.
"He's an angel, of course he has wings and wing oil."
"I've never seen them."
"Well, duh, you're not special."
"Excuse me?"
"Only special people are able to see an angel's wings."
"Yes, but Dean isn't one of them," Sam stated. "Cas tried to speak with him at the beginning and nearly blew out Dean's eardrums."
"I know, but that changed after the first time Mike took Dean."
"Michael's had sex with Dean as well?" Samuel demanded, looking ready to faint.
"No, she didn't mean it like that," Bobby replied, deathly pale all of a sudden and Sam felt his own blood rush from his face as he realized what the older hunter meant. "You meant that Dean said yes, didn't you, Becky? He let Michael in to use him as a vessel."
"You didn't know?" Becky questioned, surprised.
"How would we know?"
"Dean didn't tell you?"
"What about Dean isn't telling us much did you not understand?" Sam demanded.
"No need to be snippy," Becky responded. "It just happened such a long time ago that I figured it was something they would have mentioned or that you'd have figured it out from how human Mike is now."
Dean had said yes to Michael already? Things were far worse than Sam had feared. He'd hoped that they had more time and that they'd be able to prevent his brother from doing anything stupid but they were obviously far too late for that already. He watched Bobby sink weakly into the new couch that stood near the desk and he could only hope that the other man would finally start to see what was truly going on instead of what Dean had been trying to tell them was true. Despite his fears this still came as quite a shock to even him though it did explain a lot about what had been going on. His brother's compliance with the angels and their plan, the sheer stupidity of Dean's actions, the way that his brother had hidden the truth about the Apocalypse from them and everything else.
If Michael had already taken Dean as his vessel then all of that was easily explained. It was quite simple and Sam didn't get why he hadn't seen it before. Of course Dean had said yes to the archangel, his brother had been fragile since his return from Hell and the cracks had only gotten bigger since then. Given that his brother had already been ready to crack wide open once more just shortly before he himself had managed to stuff both Lucifer and Michael into the cage, he really should have known that Dean wouldn't be able to put up more than a token resistance without himself or Bobby there to prevent him from breaking once more.
"How long is a long time ago?" Bobby finally asked, still quite pale.
"Somewhere between Christmas and Dean's birthday."
"Uh, when is Dean's birthday?" Samuel inquired.
"The twenty-fourth of January," Sam replied absently. "He said yes back then? No wonder he's been falling in line with the angels' plans!"
"No, he's not! He's converted both Mike and Raphael to his point of view!" Becky shouted. "They're all working to prevent the Apocalypse from happening!"
"Then why did Dean say yes?" Bobby asked, an edge of desperation and begging to it. "Why would he do that if they're trying to prevent it?"
"Because only Dean and Mike together could perform the Rite of Contressa, it wouldn't have worked if Mike wasn't in Dean, it was a condition of the ritual."
"The Rite of Contressa? Is that the ritual that Dean mentioned before? The one I'd never heard of?" Samuel asked.
"Neither had most of the angels, it was something only a few archangels had ever heard of before. It's a ritual that prevents an angel from taking a vessel, so you see, Dean said yes in order to help protect you from Lucifer, Sam. Despite all that you have done to him, your brother is still protecting you."
The revelation left Sam speechless and he couldn't even think of what he felt at the moment. Dean had said yes in order to ensure that Lucifer couldn't take him? The mere thought of having the devil back inside of him was almost too horrible to contemplate and he shuddered at the memories that immediately rose to the top of his mind from before. It was also such a Dean thing to do that he couldn't help the wave of nostalgia that washed over him as he thought of how it had used to be back when it was just him and Dean. Sure there had been a lot of other stuff going on, but there had always been the good times when they'd been able to relax and just enjoy each other's company and he missed that just now. He hadn't thought about it for ages, especially not when he'd had Christian, but right now he wanted those times back. He wanted Dean back, as his brother had been before this whole Apocalypse fiasco had started and changed Dean forever.
"That stupid idjit, of course he said yes to save Sam," Bobby muttered, shaking his head before he looked up at Becky with a dawning hope. "But it didn't consume him, Dean is still himself."
"Yes," Becky confirmed softly. "Mike loves Dean, he would never do anything to harm him. Besides, you know Dean, since when has he ever done things the normal way?"
"Never."
"Exactly, so why would you even think that he'd be a normal vessel? Because he's most definitely not, not even close."
"What do you mean?"
"Vessels are normally shoved down, into the back of their own minds and are unaware while the angel is inside of them. The only exceptions of this are with Michael or Lucifer, who can chose to wake their vessels up, like Lucifer did with Sam."
The words brought back the memories even more than before and Sam flinched. Remembering just how helpless he'd been for most of that time brought back the despair and horror and it was nearly enough to overwhelm him. It was, without a doubt, the worst experience of his life, even more so than those weeks in that cage in Hell with Michael and Lucifer. Not only had he been unable to do anything but watch as Lucifer did whatever the hell he wanted, but he'd been able to feel what the devil felt and all of that malevolence, hatred and superiority had stuck to him like some viscous fluid no matter what he'd done to try and free himself from it all. He had not wanted to feel all of that but he hadn't been given a choice. Of all of it, the dark delight and pleasure that Lucifer had experienced when killing and beating up Dean had been the worst.
"But that didn't happen with Dean, at least not for long," Becky continued. "The first time Dean was shoved down, but then he regained consciousness on his own, without Mike waking him, and he's been both awake and aware ever since whenever Mike takes him."
Bobby laughed at those words but Sam couldn't help but notice the edge of despair to it and he knew exactly how the man felt. Dean had been awake for every single moment that he'd been a vessel? He shuddered again at the mere thought. He hadn't been aware for most of the time that Lucifer had been inside of him and still it had been far too much. Except for the very end where he'd somehow managed to wrest control away from the devil just long enough to grab Michael and jump into the cage, he desperately wished that he'd been unconscious for it all. To think that his brother had been awake for each excruciating moment and knowing that Dean had done it for him, it was nearly unbearable.
"The first time?" Samuel repeated. "Exactly how many times has Michael taken Dean as his vessel?"
"Including the first time, eh, let me think, that would be four times now, I think," Becky said. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure it's been four times."
"Four times," Sam repeated numbly.
"Jesus," Bobby muttered.
"No, no, it's not a bad thing," Becky rushed to add. "Dean kinda likes it and even misses it when he's not with Michael."
"What?"
"It sounds like it's amazing. I mean to have an angel's Grace cradling your very soul and bathing it with friendship and affection, I'd do anything to get to experience that."
"That's not at all what it's like!" Sam protested.
"For you perhaps, but for Dean it is. You should read the scene in question, it's beautiful and that was back before they became such good friends. I was allowed to have a look at the draft of the later time and it's gorgeous. I just wish that Cas was able to have Dean that way, I can only imagine what sexual tension would do to that dynamic. It would probably be some kind of Gracegasm."
This time Sam's stomach heaved, the very idea of any kind of sexualization of what he'd experienced sickening him. "Becky!"
"Well it would be. Luckily Dean hasn't let that lack get in the way of their relationship."
"Uh, you mentioned something earlier about Dean and Michael being stabbed in the chest during the Rite of Contressa?" Samuel prompted.
"Oh, yes, while performing it over Lucifer's crumbling cage Dean and Mike got stabbed by Simiel. She wanted to prevent them from completing it."
"So Simiel is a demon?"
"No, she's an archangel, one who chose Lucifer's side and thus was punished with him," Becky explained. "She's been quite a nuisance and has injured not only Dean and Mike together, but Raphael and Dean alone as well while they were in South Africa."
An archangel with Lucifer? South Africa? Why did Sam feel like the more they spoke with Becky the more questions they had instead of answers?
A.N.: So, do I need to run and hide for giving you a present chapter now instead of the next bit of the angel bonding? :)
Chapter 118