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There Can Be No Peace	By : TerraZeal Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1612 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-There Can Be No Peace
- 2-Chapter 2
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Author's Note: The Castiel/Dean fic that takes place after another fic on FFN.net, A True God. You don't have to read that to understand, but it helps. I also forgot to add Bobby in that fic. Assume he was teleported away along with Sam, Dean, and Cas. This is Becky's fic from FFN.net's Trash Novels, too. This will be ongoing. I don't own anyone from Supernatural of course. Wincest or just brotherly love, depending on how you want to interpret it, is mentioned. Very much Adult. Castiel enjoys the role reversal that he finds enjoyable since becoming human. Future Sam/Loki!Gabriel. I have 10 chapters written. I am reposting them all here due to FFN.net's new policy. I will post probably 2 chapters a day.
There Can Be No Peace
Chapter 1
Sam suddenly jerked awake, he was...somewhere. He didn't know where. The last thing he remembered was Castiel declaring himself God. Had Dean's pet angel done this, then? Sent Sam away? A cough from the other side of the dark room caught his attention.
"Dean? Is that you? Bobby? Where are you guys?" Bobby limped out of the shadows into the light streaming through nearby curtains. "Dean and Cas are over there, still out of it. I'm here, all accounted for, I guess. Legs and all, still. Imagine that." Bobby shrugged. Sam embraced his foster-father, almost cracking some ribs in his happiness to see that Dean and Bobby, and even Castiel, were okay.
"What happened, Bobby? Who did this? Where exactly are we?" Sam looked around. It appeared to be...there home? Now that he got a better look at his surroundings, it was there home. Where Sam was fed demon blood all those years ago...where mom had died. It didn't exactly bring him happy memories, but they weren't all bad either. Some part of him was glad to be home, though it made him wonder whether or not they were all dead. "I get it..we're dead, aren't we? This is like, Heaven or something. Mom will come walking through that door, alongside Dad..." Bobby shook his head.
"Why would this by my version of Heaven too? Wouldn't you think mine would at least include my wife?" Bobby said this almost angrily. Sam balked. Of course Bobby's Heaven wouldn't be with them. It would be with his beloved wife. This ruled out the Heaven thing, then. "I..you're right Bobby. I was being insensitive. This can't be Heaven. And I don't see mom or dad's car parked outside anyway. We're not in Heaven. We're just at our old home. I don't understand how or why."
"Perhaps I can shed some light on that." A voice spoke up from the other end of the room. Sam flicked on a light, using an all too familiar switch that was nearby. Castiel. The angel that had demanded they bow down or be destroyed. Sam couldn't stand it much longer. "If you hurt Dean, I swear I'll-"
"I didn't hurt Dean!" Castiel cut Sam off, not with his powers, but simply using a handwave and normal human interruptions. Cas sighed and sat down on the bed, next to a still-sleeping Dean. "I don't think I could, no matter how many souls corrupted me."
Sam glared at him. "So what happened then? Did you give up all the souls and just teleport us here for shits and giggles?" Sam's abrasive manner still irritated Cas. The protective angel who loved Dean still disliked Sam for voluntarily letting Lucifer into his body. Still thought him unclean and very susceptible to darkness.
Cas's answer shocked Sam. "No, Sam. God did. He...punished me by making me human after declaring myself God in His place. He sent us here. All four of us." Sam was shocked. "You MET God? After all the shit He put us through..all the shit...mom and dad...If He were here now, I'd give Him a piece of my mind, thats for sure. What was He like?"
Cas laughed. "Not what you would expect at all. Maybe you can ask Becky, your superfan, sometime."
This made no sense to Sam, but he figured it was all over now. God had returned to Heaven and perhaps he and Dean would be allowed to have some peace they deserved. An old song came to mind. Rest your weary head...how much Sam longed for that. No more hunting, at least for awhile. Just peace. "So, is it over, Castiel? Are we...done? Did God say anything about that? Anymore hunting, killing things?"
Shaking his head, Cas stood up. "I don't know. God didn't say. He...didn't mention anything at all about you or Dean or Bobby...or hunting. Just that I was being punished by being made human until I die. Maybe...if you DO still hunt things...I'm supposed to help you. Maybe thats how I'm supposed to make penance." Cas rested his chin in a hand, apparently thinking. Sam couldn't make heads nor tails of any of this. The least God could do was give them a year or two of peace. Cas had said to ask Becky. What that bad fanfic writer had to do with anything, he had no idea. Last he'd checked, Becky was dating Chuck and no longer cared about a relationship with Sam. Either way, Sam figured it was worth a shot. He got out his cell phone, which was miraculously still intact, and called Becky, only to get an answering machine. He left a message for her to call him back as soon as she could and hung up.
Dean was stirring from the bed, finally. Sam rushed to get to him, but Cas was already sitting on the bed and managed to shake him awake first. Dean glanced around, baffled. "Wha...what's all this? Dude, Cas, man, what happened?" He looked around, locating Sam and Bobby with some relief, then turned to Cas again, much to Sam's annoyance.
"God happened, Dean. When I was...possessed...God came, the real God. He took the souls and sent them to Heaven, where they desperately longed to be, and sent us...here. He stripped me of all my angelic powers, and now I'm as human as you are. God said at first it was punishment, but I'm not sure it is." Cas softly stroked Dean's cheek, earning a glare from Sam and a confused look from Bobby. Dean leaned into the touch, grasping Cas's hand with his own. Sam was absolutely livid now.
"Do you guys have something you want to tell me? NOW! What's been going on with you two?" Bobby placed a hand on Sam's shoulder.
"Calm down, Sam. Its no big deal. I mean, how long have you known Dean? Do you really care who he loves, even if its some freaky angel-turned-god-turned human man?" Sam really didn't care, Bobby was right about that, but some part of him was jealous. For so long, he had been the only love in Dean's life, and now some...some angel just sweeps in and takes Dean away from him?
Bobby's hand tightened on Sam's shoulder, as if feeling his increasing fury and jealousy. "Come on, Sam. Cool it. How do you think Dean felt when he learned you and Ruby were, well, doing the horizontal tango? Not to mention using your 'freaky esp stuff'? He was pretty pissed, wasn't he? But he got over it and learned to deal. So Dean's got himself an angel-human boyfriend or whatever. So what? Deal with it."
Sam shook himself, fury subsiding a bit at Bobby's words. He was right of course. It DIDN'T matter to Sam at all. It was nothing more than jealousy on his part. If Cas and Dean were an item and truly loved each other...well, good for them, he supposed. Sam guessed this made them a four man hunting team now. Castiel's angelic knowledge, whether he was still an angel or not, would definitely help them in the long run. And apparently they had Bobby and his legs back for good as well. If God had allowed it, even though it had been bought by a deal with a demon, then surely it was all okay. Sam sighed. He would just have to deal with Dean and Castiel's new...or perhaps it wasn't new, perhaps it had been going on for awhile behind Sam's back.
That would explain Dean's strange absences at unusual times and that time Castiel had kissed Dean after they saved the town from Samhain. For a long time, Sam had been confused by that. Dean had claimed he was drunk and had gotten Castiel to admit he'd never kissed anyone, so he'd kissed Castiel as a joke. Dean had claimed Castiel liked it so much that he'd kissed Dean again. Apparently, they BOTH had liked it so much that they'd carried on behind his back. That was what really made Sam mad. That Dean wouldn't trust his own brother with their relationship. Sam couldn't deny that he himself hadn't felt anything toward other men in the past, so he would never have judged Dean for being homosexual. For loving an angel...maybe. An angel that had threatened to kill him several times over. That was likely why Dean had kept their relationship hidden. Sam had honestly never liked Castiel. Now it appeared he would have to deal with the former angel for a long while. Rubbing his head, Sam sighed and flipped open his cell phone, checking for any possible response from Becky, who, according to Cas, could shed some light on the whole God thing. He sighed again. Nothing.
Castiel and Dean were sitting on the bed talking quietly amongst themselves. "Dean, Dean you know I would never have hurt you, never. Not even with the power of Purgatory in me. I couldn't...God knew. But Dean, I...I wanted to kill Sam. Just turn him to ash and steal you away from that place. I love you too much to keep secrets from you, so I'm telling you this before you, or Sam, finds out from someone else." Dean shushed him with a kiss, then pulled back. "Those souls...they were corrupting you, Cas. That wasn't you. You'd never hurt Sam. I know you. You're too good for that." He pulled Cas into a deeper kiss, momentarily forgetting Sam and Bobby's presence.
Bobby cleared his throat pointedly. "Should we uh...leave you two alone? It looks like you've got some, uh, catching up to do."
Dean pulled out of Cas's embrace, slightly embarassed. "Uh...no, no. Its uh, fine. So uh, what now?"
Sam smirked a little. "We figured your boyfriend could help us figure out whats next."
"Look, Sammy, I didn't mean to hide this from you. I was just scared about how you would react. Like Bobby said, remember how pissed I was about your powers and Ruby? I was afraid you'd hate me, Sammy. Not for the gay thing, but for the Cas thing. I know you don't like angels." Dean waited for Sam's likely tart response.
Despite his earlier smirk and sarcastic response, Sam's response wasn't what Dean expected. "I don't care who you love Dean. Especially not now. Cas isn't an angel anymore. So my opinions of them don't matter. I was being a dick earlier, and I'm sorry. I guess ya'll can live happily ever after now, right? You don't really need me anymore. I'll just...go." Sam picked up his cell phone and walked out of the room.
Bobby sighed. "SAM! Wait. Where are you going?" He ran out after Sam.
Dean, trusting that Bobby would talk sense into Sam and convince him to come back on his own, turned back to Cas. "So what now, Cas? Do we just, what? Live happily ever after like Sam said? Or do we keep hunting shit?" The former angel shrugged.
"I don't know, Dean. God didn't tell me what to do next. He just sent us away. He just said that I was to live as a human until I died. Thats it. Nothing about whether or not you, us, would continue to hunt things. There are other hunters out there. You CAN stop hunting you know. We can have our happily ever after." Cas pulled Dean into a soft kiss, not trusting himself to do more right now. Dean leaned into the kiss, loving the soft lips of his angel, yes, his angel, whether he was human now or not, against his own. Their first kiss had been hilarious. Poor Cas had been so confused, not even knowing what a kiss was until Dean had showed him. And now...well, Dean had showed him many times over what a kiss and more was.
Dean's hands slid under Cas's dirty trench coat, eventually letting it fall to the floor. Well, actually, Dean had to kick it off the bed. The thing was so dirty it practically walked on its own. Following the trench coat came Cas's shirt and other clothing. His beautiful, naked angel...just the way he liked him. Cas kissed up and down Dean's neck, whispering in his ear. "That isn't fair you know. You can't undress me without giving me a chance to undress you too." Castiel's naked cock was rock hard against Dean's jeans. Dean's clothes quickly followed Cas's to the floor. His own cock rubbed against Cas's, just as hard and aching. Dean moaned, feeling Castiel stroke his backside and bite down lightly on his shoulder. He grunted. "Since when do you bite, Cas? Not that..unngh..I'm complaining..."
Cas grinned into Dean's neck. "Since I'm human. Angels don't bite. Humans do." To prove his point, he continued to nibble on Dean's shoulder. "Role reversal...isn't it fun?" Cas pressed his cock against Dean's leg, grabbed him by the shoulder and flipped him around, pressing his cock against Dean's tight ass. He had never been in this position before, but as a human, he was determined to enjoy himself as much as possible. Dean had always been the one who went inside him...now, it seemed to Dean, that Cas was taking the initiative and...well, God, it was hot.
Dean was nearly ready to cum just feeling Cas's throbbing cock against pressing against him, begging to be inside him. He felt Cas's lips on the back of his neck, liberally sprinkling kisses amongst sharp little bites. "Cas...oh God, Cas...inside me, now...please, I can't take it anymore. Dean felt a slick finger slide into his ass. If he'd been thinking straight, he'd have wondered why God had felt compelled to teleport lube to their old home with them. Not that he wasn't thankful. Cas liberally applied the lube to Dean's tight, fresh asshole, not wanting to hurt him when he finally entered his love.
Cas plunged into Dean, not wasting any time, and felt his love arch his back beneath him and give a slight cry of pain and pleasure. Cas couldn't help it. He had never been on this side before. It was delightful, feeling Dean writhe in pleasure beneath him. He plunged in and out of the older Winchester, before finally coming with a shrill cry of pleasure. Dean followed shortly after and they lay sweaty and panting on the bed. Now that Dean could see clearly, he realized that this was his old room, his old bed. Here he was, in his old house, with his beloved...his soulmate. Cas lay on top of him, eyes closed from pleasure and exhaustion. Dean wrapped his arms around Cas. The former angel didn't seem to notice, still keeping his eyes closed and an iron grip around Dean's torso. His breathing was heavy. This was the first time Cas had experienced sex as a human. He was likely overwhelmed. Poor Cas. He had a lot to get used to. Dean momentarily wondered whether he knew how to use a fork. He snorted, amused by his poor angel's predicament.
This seemed to rouse Cas. "Dean...that was...amazing. I've never felt anything like it. Everything is so much...MORE as a human. Emotions are stronger. I can't believe...no wonder Father said you were His greatest creations. You are so much more than we are. Angels don't have such a broad range of emotions. God said this was punishment, but if this is punishment, it makes me wonder what God thinks a reward is." Cas nuzzled Dean's shoulder. Dean felt wetness on his shoulder as Cas nuzzled against him. Tears? Castiel was crying. Dean lifted Cas's head, using a finger to wipe away his angel's tears.
"Cas...Cas...why are you crying? Did I do something wrong? Maybe I wasn't the lay you expected?" Dean joked at this. He KNEW he was an awesome lay.
Cas shook his head. "I almost feel like I didn't receive a punishment at all. I threatened to destroy the world...to kill your brother...and God gives me a gift like this. Lets me live and feel as one of His greatest creations."
"Cas, snap out of it. If God is truly good, like he seems to be from what you're saying, then he oughta know what he's doing, right? Did he ever tell you directly that being human was a punishment?"
Cas licked his lips almost nervously. "I asked him how living with the man I love for the rest of my days was a punishment. He just smiled and said that perhaps it wasn't. That is why I'm so upset, my love. I deserve to be punished for what I did. How I defied Father, set myself against Him, tried to KILL Him. I don't DESERVE this, Dean." Cas was sobbing now. Dean wasn't used to seeing a grown man cry like this, but Cas was new to human emotions.
Dean wrapped his arms around Cas, hugging him tight. "You helped us, Cas. Now and always. Even if God Himself hadn't intervened, you wouldn't have hurt me. I know you wouldn't have. I love you, I trust you. God knew that too. God didn't punish you, Cas. He DID reward you. And me." Castiel, former angel turned human, kissed Dean, thanking him profusely, for everything he did and said, and was. For loving him and believing in him. Without Dean, Cas just might have destroyed everything. Dean was everything to him. Now and always.
Sam and Bobby sat at the Winchester's old kitchen table, talking. Bobby had caught Sam before he'd ran out the door and drove off in Dean's beloved Impala. Talked some sense into that thick head of his. Sam was being a complete idjit about all this. Bobby almost rolled his eyes. If he'd been twelve, he would have. Sam wasn't jealous or angry anymore, just upset that Dean hadn't told him earlier. He told Bobby as much, and Bobby had simply gave him an "are you stupid?" look and called him and idjit.
"I'm not running away, Bobby, okay? I'll be back, I promise. I just need to get out and clear my head a bit, thats all. After all this, to end up here, and Dean and Cas...you can't say YOU don't need some time to clear the cobwebs either." Bobby didn't deny this.
While Sam went out for a burger or where ever he went, Bobby simply sat in John's old kitchen, staring at the place. It hadn't seemed to change, after all these years. There wasn't even any dust. Perhaps that was God's doing. Bobby glanced upward. So, God, if you can hear me, any chance of giving me my wife back? She didn't have to die, you know. Now that you're back, if you can make a human out of an angel, least you can do is give me back my wife. Bobby sighed when he received no answer. He hadn't expected any. If God really was back in Heaven, then he had a big mess to clean up and couldn't be bothered with mediocre prayers from an old hunter. Not to mention, he was being selfish. His wife was likely in Heaven, and happy. When Bobby died, at least he knew now for sure that there was a God in Heaven. He'd see her again. Why steal her from her paradise when her death had been so gruesome? Why bring her back into this world when they were still hunters? No, he realized, she was best where she was at, and he would still see her again someday anyway. Bobby sighed again and decided to cook himself something to eat. The fridge was fully stocked with perfectly fine food, of course. God's doing again, he guessed. The Old Man thought of everything.
Sam drove the Impala, Dean's precious car, toward town. He didn't really know where he was going. Dean likely wouldn't be pissed he took his car anyway. He had another ride now. Sam bit back bile at the smartass thought of his. Dean was happy. Thats all that mattered. He stopped at an old burger joint he and Dean had frequented in their early years. He entered and sat at a table, ordering himself a burger and one to go, just in case Bobby was hungry when he got back. Dean and Cas could likely find other things to eat, or have a dinner date or something. He was about to bite into his burger when an irritatingly familiar voice interrupted his meal.
"Nothing for me? I'm hurt, Sam, truly hurt! I thought we were friends!" Sam groaned inwardly. That goddamned trickster, Gabriel or Loki or whatever he was going by now. How many times did they have to kill him? Sam glared up at him from his burger. "You know, I never get tired of killing you. Have you come back for more? Now isn't exactly the time to try me."
The Trickster smiled sardonically. "Kill you? Why would I do that? I want to play with you, Sammy. You remember that timeloop I put you in? Hilarious, wasn't it?" The Trickster couldn't seem to help himself and laughed at his own annoying jokes.
Sam reached across the table and grabbed Gabriel by the collar of his shirt. "Listen, Gabriel, I don't know how you survived Lucifer, but I won't hesitate to kill you again if you decided to toy with me again."
The Trickster looked honestly confused, not his usual smirking self. "Gabriel? Lucifer? What are you talking about, Sammy? They're some kind of angels, but they have nothing at all to do with me. Dear Sammy, I think you've gotten me confused with someone else." Sam let go of the Trickster's collar. He really didn't seem to remember anything that had happened involving Lucifer and the Apocalypse, or even his own true identity as an archangel. Sam decided to ask him.
"If you're not Gabriel, who are you?"
The Trickster gave him an odd look. "What do you mean, who am I? You said it yourself. You've 'killed' me many times before, right? You should know who I am, Sammy my boy. The name's Loki. Used to be all up in Scandinavia, before I realized Americans can appreciate jokes a lot more. I was in India for awhile too...that Kali chick...she's hot, and I mean that literally. In the end, she dumped me for that bore Baldur, but hey, what can you do? So I came here. To play with you, Sammy." The Trickster grinned and raised a glass of water that had appeared out of nowhere in a toast to Sam. Sam groaned again. Apparently God had thought it was a great idea to resurrect Gabriel and let him be Loki, with no memory of his angelic nature.
Now Sam REALLY wanted to have words with the Man Upstairs. They wouldn't be nice words either. Loki thought it was a great idea to dump his glass of water over Sam's head.Seriously, God? SERIOUSLY? You sent this dick here, too? What did I ever do to You? Is this because of that Lucifer business? He wanted to cry. His brother got their old home and a lover, Bobby got...his legs and...this burger Sam was bringing him...and all Sam got was a run in with an annoying asshole who liked to do shit like dump icy water all over him. He let his soaked head hit the table with a thunk.
Loki gazed intently at Sam. He had no idea why he suddenly found himself in this town, or why he felt compelled to seek out Sam Winchester, but he did it anyway. Sam was far too much fun to play with to ignore. He considered another timeloop or movie trick, but decided against it when he thought Sam might make good on his threat to kill him again. Gabriel and Lucifer...he vaguely recalled a meeting with Lucifer, along with Baldur and Kali, but he couldn't recall anything after that. Just ending up here, with a compulsion to look for Sam, not that he wouldn't have done so anyway. He LOVED playing with Sam. The man had a stick so far up his ass that you couldn't drag it out with a towtruck. Loki really wanted to get him to lighten up. He rested his chin on his hands and continued to gaze at Sam. He really was handsome...Loki was no stranger to being attracted to men at all, and Sam was certainly very attractive. Loki conjured another glass of water and dumped it over Sam's head again. He was determined to get the man to lighten up, even if it took months!
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