#heavenandhellbingo

“Too late to save them, Y/N,” he casually says, stepping over your dead colleagues’ body. “How long since we saw each other?”

“Not long enough,” voice cracking you shake his hand off your shoulder. “What are you doing here? I thought you are up in heaven and rule alongside the other archangels since God is gone…”

“Heaven is…heaven, ” the archangel casually says using his grace to force you to face him. Once upon a time, he didn’t stand a chance against you and your powers. Now you are only a puppet on a string and he’s the one pulling the strings. “It’s not the same since you’ve been gone. How have you been?”

He lifts your chin with his index finger, staring down at you with the eyes of a stranger. 

“Your new meat suit is different from the others,” you look Michael up and down, frowning as it seems if only for a split second, someone else is looking back at you. “He’s your sword.”

“I see, you are as smart as ever,” he muses, fingertips running over your cheek. “Father created a nice body for your soul.”

You huff at his words. “He didn’t give me choice. It was becoming human or ending up in hell; locked away with Lucifer. I didn’t want your brother to be on my cell.”

“You broke all the rules, little angel,” he tuts as you glare at him. It was Michael pushing you out of heaven. He’s responsible for your fall.

“I broke them for you…for us,” you spat. “I didn’t want you to fight Lucifer and die. All I wanted was for you to be safe, my love…my angel.” Voice cracking you glance at his polished shoes. “I didn’t expect you to be the one banning me from heaven. I was always loyal.”

“You were loyal until you weren’t. I had to make sure no one follows your lead and rebels against God and the archangels.”

“I didn’t rebel against anyone. I wanted to save your life,” hot tears run down your face as you feel his hold on you loosen. “It was you telling father about my intentions. You ripped my grace out of my body.”

“I had to do it, little angel.”

“No. You didn’t have to do it,” he cups your chin roughly as you glare up at him. You purse your lips, ignoring your racing heart. Michael could easily snap your neck or burn your eyes out. You’re a mere human, an insect for him to squish. 

“Don’t anger me, Y/N,” his voice makes the room shake and brings you back to reality. You are a human being and Michael is an angel possessing the poor guy’s body whose face he wears. 

“Do you have the slightest idea how it felt to fall? My wings got ripped off my body and my soul, it just…vanished. One moment I was an angel, and the next all that was left of me was dust.”

“Father made sure your soul survives and that you’ll be reborn,” Michael tuts as he cups the back of your neck. He just looks down at you for a moment, humming as you struggle to hold his gaze.

“You left me alone for centuries, Michael,” he dips his head to press his lips to yours. You gasp. This isn’t how you imagined your reunion with your former lover. “I didn’t know who I was until a few years ago when one of your fine friends tried to kill me. I grew up human and forgot about my true nature.”

“Y/N, you are a mere human now,” you narrow your eyes at his comment. Michael acts as if he’s not the reason for your downfall. “No wings. No grace. No beauty.”

“Well, then,” pulling away from Michael you give him a cold glare, “you should be on your way and look for someone more…gracefully. Maybe Rafael wants to get his fill.”

“Careful now, little angel,” the archangel warns. He’s so unlike the angel you fell in love with. Michael always was a little arrogant but loving when it came to you. Now all that’s left is arrogance and cruelty. “I came here to get you. You’ll come with me.”

“Why would I want to go with you? You just killed my colleagues out of spite only as I refused to follow you outside. As you said, I’m a mere human,” the archangel doesn’t care about your worries, or that you are shaking in fear as he reaches out for you to cup your cheek. 

“Do you remember what I told you when father send you to earth for yet another battle?” his eyes darken as you try to remember his exact words. “Do you, little angel?”

"You said that” you swallow thickly, feeling the lump in your throat grow. “You said…I don’t remember, Michael. It’s like there is a wall I can’t break down when it comes to you.”

“I said - should you not return to me, there is no force in heaven or hell that will keep me away from you,”  he whispers lowly. “You must remember my words, little angel.”

“Maybe I don’t remember right,” it’s hard to have Michael so close after years of waiting for a chance to get back at him. He betrayed you in the worst way possible. While you tried to save his life, he took yours away from you. Along with your wings. 

“You’ll come with me on free terms or not,” he won’t take no for an answer. Not half an hour ago he proved that he’ll kill anyone getting in between you and him. “I’ve got plans for you.”

“I miss my wings,” you close your eyes, as he caresses your cheek. “Can you give me back my wings? Do you still have my grace?”

“Why would I, little angel?” your eyes snap open and you step away from him. He chuckles darkly, even dares to look at you with pity. “Your grace is long gone. Father decided you are not worth walking among angels. I simply want your memories. I need to find a few…stray angels.”

“Stray angels,” choking on your tears you realize Michael didn’t come to your aid. He doesn’t want you back or to help you get your wings back. “You want to find and punish them.”

“Come now. We have work to do,” he holds out his hand, flashing his eyes blue again. His wings fill the library, and you start to shake in anger. “Y/N, don’t let me wait!”

“No,” your hand trembles when you get the lighter you hid in your pocket out. You glance at Michael one last time before lighting the lighter and dropping it to the ground.

He frowns as you clutch your hands to your chest the moment the lighter ignites the holy oil.

“Y/N! What did you do?” he growls in your direction. “You know this won’t kill me!”

“I know,” you take another step back. “But it will hurt like a bitch if you try to leave the circle and it will banish you long enough to make sure Sam Winchester will get his brother back.”

“You don’t want me to become an enemy,” Michael warns. “Little angel, free me. NOW! I will hunt you down.”

“Try hunting me down with your sword gone,” getting your phone out you dial Sam Winchester’s number. You swallow thickly as Michael glares at you.

“Let me out!!”

“Sam Winchester, my name is Y/N. You don’t know me, but Castiel asked me for help a few weeks ago. I’m at the public library in Great Bend. I captured Michael. He’s currently banished by holy oil. Just hurry and get him…”

“Y/N, let me go,” Michael watches you crouch down to cover your colleague with your jacket. “I’m sorry about those…humans.” He makes a face as you wipe your eyes. “Little angel, come here.” 

“No, you’re not,” you get back up as the door slams open. Castiel, followed by two men you don’t know storms into the library, accompanied by a girl carrying a spear. “Goodbye, Michael.”

“Y/N,” Castiel wraps his hand around your wrist to drag you away. He brings you behind his back, ready to defend you. “Thank you.”

“Castiel,” you huff. “I didn’t have much of a choice. He came to use me as a weapon against our brothers and sisters. I’m not an angel anymore, but this doesn’t mean I’ll help him bring them down. You got what you wanted. I’m out of this…”

You turn to leave the room, not wanting to watch the group kill your former lover.

When you close the door behind you, screams fill your ears. There’s commotion in the room as you press your forehead against the wall, letting the tears finally fall.

“He didn’t come for me. Michael never loved me,” admitting your defeat, you sink to your knees and start crying. “I should’ve helped Lucifer to kill you…”

“Why am I here?” you glance at Michael’s vessel. The archangel left the hunter’s body, but not without breaking a few bones and leaving bruises all over the hunter’s body. Dean looks like he lost a battle and got under the bus at the same time. 

“Dean is back,” Sam clears his throat, “but Michael escaped. We don’t know where he is, Y/N. You’re not an angel anymore.” You huff. “Sorry. It’s just, that he will kill you for helping us.”

“He won’t show mercy and kill me, Sam Winchester,” you chuckle humorlessly. “I betrayed Michael in the worst way possible. He will come for me to inflict as much pain as possible. He will keep me alive to do it all over again. I’m better off dead.”

“She saved me Sammy,” Dean croaks. It feels odd to have his voice back to the hunter. “We should take her in. Michael will kill her if we let her go. I got a glimpse of his thoughts. He wanted to kill her after he got what he wanted.”

“He took my grace and my wings,” getting up from the chair at the library you slide your fingertips over the table. “Michael took his love away from me too. What else can he take? A life I never wanted. I was reborn human after existing for thousands of years. I’m already dead.”

“Sweetheart, there are worse things than being human,” the elder brother huffs. He slowly gets up from his chair to hobble toward the first aid kit on the table. “Being dead, or cake instead of pie.”

“Pie?” sighing deeply you watch Dean try to patch the wound at his shoulder up. The one the mysterious girl gave him to ban Michael from the hunter’s body. “Let me do this.”

“I can patch myself up,” the hunter grumbles as you snatch the first aid kit out of his hands. “Girl, can you just not…”

“My colleague taught me how to do this,” Dean watches a stray tear roll down your cheek. “They were good people, you know. Michael killed them as I refused to follow him. I was scared and tried to escape so he burned their eyes out right in front of me to prove a point. He’ll do the same to you, your brother, and everyone you love if you try to protect me.”

“We won’t let him hurt you, Y/N,” Castiel states. He always had a weak spot for you. “You should’ve never followed his lead.”

“Really?” head-snapping toward Castiel you growl at the angel. “I lost everything, and you want to make me feel even worse? I loved him! Do you have the slightest idea how it feels to get your life ripped away by the one you love the most?” you sniffle. 

“Cas, leave her be. Michael just killed her friends. She needs a rest. All of us need a rest. The bunker will keep her safe.”

“No one will be able to protect me,” you rip the old band-aid off Dean’s shoulder to clean his wound. “Now hold still. I’ll try to fix this.”

“The bunker is safe. Warded,” Sam tries to calm you. “You are safe with us.”

“Sure,” putting a new band-aid on Dean’s wound, you ignore Sam trying to make you feel safe. “Nothing and no one will stop Michael from killing me. It’s fine. I accepted death a long time ago.”

“You won’t die, sweetheart. I will return the favor and keep you safe,” Dean offers as you slam the first aid kit shut.

“Save your breath, Winchester,” you pat his cheek. “I died the moment Michael ripped my grace out of my body. I felt every feather I lost when I fell…and then I landed on the cold, hard ground. Torn apart, shattered, and slowly turning into dust.”

“Guys, we should focus on finding and killing Michael. For now, he’s weakened. Michael must find a new vessel after he lost his true vessel. It will take him some time to get another yes,” Sam says.

“I remember every vessel of Michael,” you snatch the notebook out of Sam’s hand. “It won’t do you any good to go after Michael but, if you want to try, I can give you the names.”

“Does he have yours too?” Dean asks. “He could go after them.”

“I’m not an angel anymore, Dean. This body is mine,” you point at your chest, “I was reborn like Anna. You remember Anna, right?” 

“How could we not?” the younger Winchester grumbles while Dean scratches the back of his neck. “So—you are completely human.”

“I got most of my memories back around three years ago after an angel tried to eliminate me. Until then, I was a normal human, just like Anna,” you explain. “I got no wings or grace hidden in the back of my closet.”

“Welcome to team free will in that case,” Dean holds out his hand, flashing you a smile. “Come on, sweetheart. I know you want to rip that bastard’s ass open.”

“I—” you glance at Dean’s offered hand, wondering if you’ll be of any use to the hunters. “I don’t know if you should keep me around, but fine.” You shake Dean’s hand, silently agreeing to hunt Michael down with team free will. “Let me give you a list of Michael’s vessels first. We should make sure they won’t say yes…”

He had been expecting just about anything from a holy fire Molotov (nice one, Cassie) to an attempted staking for old time's sake. He had not been expecting to find Dean on the verge of a nervous breakdown carefully hidden behind a mask of rage while Sam thrashed on the floor as if reacting to blows from an unseen opponent in eerie silence. Hallucinations, Castiel had whispered silently across their Grace connection, brought on by the trauma inflicted on his soul in the Cage. And that... that was equal parts heartbreaking and horrifying, because it was Gabriel's brothers who had done this to Sam and it had been Gabriel's desperate Hail Mary half a plan that had led to them doing it. The guilt that swamped him in that moment of realization was probably what made him temporarily take leave of his senses enough to show himself, ignoring Dean's startled cursing and the resulting scuffle as Castiel had to wrestle the agitated hunter's gun away from him when Gabriel's Grace touched Sam and the younger hunter started screaming. Healing wasn't his forte, but Gabriel was all too familiar with his brothers' respective tactics and handiwork, and he had just enough of his energy left to see Sam's eyes flutter open, clear and aware and wide with shock, before Gabriel's own rolled back and his Grace shut down his vessel to conserve itself enough to heal again.

The fact that he woke up some two months later in a human hospital was both reassuring and a little disheartening, but at least the Winchesters hadn't just left him on the floor of that rickety old cabin.

It only took a day to discover that they hadn't actually left him as Sam appeared in the doorway to his hospital room just before visiting hours would have been over, Dean not far behind. The relief on the younger Winchester's face at seeing him awake was a surprise, as was the dismay that replaced it when Gabriel asked if Sam was okay.

"Am I okay?" Sam had exclaimed incredulously. "Cas said you just got done healing when you showed up and promptly put yourself into a coma fixing my head, and you ask me if I'm okay?!"

"Well, I'd hate for my efforts to be wasted, but there's only so much of your head I can fix," Gabriel had deflected jokingly, only to end up with an armful of emotional hunter who couldn't seem to decide between laughing and crying and so was doing both at once.

"Man, you gotta stop dying on us, Gabe," Dean said over his brother's sobs in a tone that more closely matched Gabriel's own, if a bit more gruff. "It's becoming a habit."

"I'll try and break it if you two chuckleheads do," Gabriel grumbled irritably, and was rewarded with a somewhat wet laugh into his shoulder.

It took about as long for them to hash out just what that deal would end up looking like as it did for Gabriel to be discharged from the hospital, bills paid with his own money and prescriptions for painkillers that were promptly discarded. It had to be renegotiated when Abaddon showed up chasing Henry Winchester through time and the brothers almost didn't call him because he was only a week out of the hospital and they didn't immediately think a Knight of Hell qualified as an emergency. Eventually they settled into something of a loose sort of check-in schedule that worked for all of them so long as they pretended that it was just about hanging out.

To everyone's surprise except Castiel's, that worked out just fine.

Or at least it was supposed to. Gabriel was starting to have some doubts about that as he stared in dismay at the sight in front of him. He had privately entertained more than three or four fantasies about popping in on the Winchesters to find Sam naked in the bath, but this was a far cry from what his imagination usually conjured up. For one thing, the bathtub in question was a tiny and cramped motel bathtub instead of a jaccuzzi the size of a king bed. For another, the already tiny tub appeared even tinier when Sam's lower half was distinctly less human-shaped than Gabriel was used to.

Gabriel let his eyes rake over the usually long and lanky form that was now even longer, giving visual appreciation to the more familiar but still rarely seen bare arms and shoulders and well-sculpted muscled torso and abs. His eyes tracked further to where the sun-bronzed skin became shimmery with tiny translucent scales that got bigger and more vibrant as they went down, normally long and powerful legs now fused together into a single solid limb that could never even hope to be contained by the tub's short and narrow dimensions. Sam himself clearly realized it, too, as the end of his tail was draped over the edge of the bathtub and curled partially back, giving Gabriel an excellent view of the spiny fan of a translucent green and bronze caudal fin. He glanced back up beneath the water line and, sure enough, there were the shapes of somewhat squished pelvic fins and, at the underside of Sam's ribcage, the telltale gaping curves of gills awkwardly trying to breathe in the still, unmoving tub of water that was barely enough to keep him wet.

And he was still unfairly gorgeous.

"I don't even know where to start with this one," Gabriel said at length, thus also announcing his presence to Sam, who startled hard enough to send water splashing out of the tub.

"Gabriel!" he yelped, hands going reflexively but futilely to the area of his body that was usually much more potentially interesting to look at, then jerking his hands away again as his fingers brushed over shining green-and-bronze scales. "A little warning, maybe?"

"Shouldn't that be my line?" Gabriel asked, his eyebrows going up as he leaned his shoulder against the door jamb. "Or did you think this new look you're sporting didn't fall under the Third Commandments Tablet?"

"I'm not dying or even injured and I'm not facing off against a high ranking demon," Sam pointed out with a frown. "Not facing off against anything like this unless we get another ghost ship case."

"Commandment thirteen," Gabriel intoned, beginning to grin as Sam abruptly looked distinctly hunted. "Thou shalt not keep Gabriel out of the loop of big changes. Hate to break it to ya, Samperch, but changing species absolutely counts as a big change."

"It's temporary," Sam insisted, then scowled. "Or at least it was supposed to be, according to Cas. Dean got me this pendant that was labeled as a protective amulet because of the way that vamp nest last week tried to use me as a chew toy, which would have been fine except none of us thought to check up on the exact nature of the spells on the pendant beyond getting Cas to scan it for harmful magics just in case."

"At least you got him to check it at all," Gabriel broke in with a huff. He was starting to get the picture of what might have happened. "Let me guess, the pendant was an engraved cowrie shell strung on leather cording with coral beads?"

"You've heard of it," Sam sighed. "Of course you have. So you can guess what happened when I went to take a shower and Dean's idea of a solution to it."

"He broke the cowrie shell?"

"He broke the cowrie shell," Sam groaned. "And when that didn't work to change me back he salted and burned the whole damn necklace, and only decided to call Cas when that didn't work, at which point Cas informed him that if he had just left the necklace alone I could have dried off and changed back and then remembered to take the thing off to shower from now on, but now..."

"Now you have to find a mermaid enclave with one of their shamans who is willing to make a new pendant for you," Gabriel concluded. "Or rather, Dean does since he's the one who broke it and you're not exactly well versed in swimming with that fintastic new tail of yours to make the trip underwater."

"Not that Dean would be happy about letting me go off alone like this anyway," Sam said with a shake of his head. "He went back to the place that sold him the original pendant to see if they have any more first and Cas went with him to try and be a restraining influence with a promise to fly back if something happens and I need help."

Well, that explained why Sam had been left alone in a motel bathtub, at least. A cursory glance around the tiny bathroom showed a few bottles of water, some protein bars, and a small stack of books on the back of the toilet along with a plastic jar of what looked like salt. "I'm hoping the place isn't far, then?"

"It's in Maine," Sam deadpanned. Gabriel groaned inwardly. They were currently in Kentucky. "Fortunately, Dean was willing to concede that letting Cas fly him there and back once he gets a replacement pendant made logical sense, no matter his usual discomfort with taking Angel Air, so..."

"So they should hopefully be back once Dean learns that it's really rare for the enclaves to let one of their pendants fall into human hands for exactly this reason and the only reliable way to maybe get a new one is to find a mermaid shaman and sweet talk her into letting you at least borrow one for long enough to change back," Gabriel summarized. "And because this is Dean-o, the chances of him managing that are about even with the chances of him sticking his foot in his mouth, and he wouldn't think to call me about it either."

Sam paused and gave Gabriel a shrewd, narrow look that the Archangel tried not to let get to him beyond a pointed raising of his eyebrows. After a moment, Sam snorted softly, the caudal fin twitching where it lay against the water-splashed floor. "If his search back in Maine doesn't turn up anything useful, I was going to suggest calling you. I figured you would at least get a good laugh out of it."

There was a resigned edge to the words, not precisely unhappy so much as displeased. "Already got your fill of the jokes from big bro?"

"I wish," Sam sighed, slumping back into the tiny tub and sloshing the water again, the massive length of his tail arching up out of the water. "He's too busy brooding in guilt because this is technically all his fault, what with giving me the amulet and then breaking and burning it before checking with Cas about the particulars when I ended up half fish. I'm honestly expecting him to have a million jokes to make, most of them about my supposed continued transformations into a Disney princess, but he feels like he can't make any jokes until he's fixed me and it's driving me up the wall!"

"Literally," Gabriel remarked, eyeing the way slick green scales were rubbing up against the wall of the bathroom. One of the scales had detached from Sam's tail and lodged itself in the gap between the edges of the peeling wallpaper, which was going to be interesting for whoever got this room next if the cleaning staff missed it. "Well, I'm here now anyway. You want me to ping Cassie to bring Ahab back?"

"Does that make Cas Ishmael?" Sam snorted. "Sure, might as well, especially if you're right about the rarity of a pendant like that turning up in a coastal antique shop twice, which I can't imagine you wouldn't be."

"Flatterer," Gabriel batted his eyes at Sam even as he reached out to Castiel and sent the Grace equivalent of a polite knock. Come on back, kiddo, Sam's filled me in on the situation and I've got a better solution than old triggerhappy making an ass of himself.

Oh thank Father, Castiel answered in immediate relief. It still took another thirty-seven seconds before the telltale sound of wings rustled in the main part of the motel room, followed by the displacement of air as Castiel and Dean phased back onto the physical plane. "You have a solution, brother?"

"Yup," Gabriel confirmed, popping the 'p' as he twisted around to lean his back against the door jamb so he could see Castiel and Dean while still keeping partial attention on Sam. "Kind of a two-fold solution. First part is I take you all to one of my properties to hang out, untwist, decompress, stretch your legs or leg equivalents--"

"Hey!" Dean protested, getting a very unimpressed look from Gabriel.

"Unclench, buccaneer," he said flatly. "Seriously, we get it, you fucked up, and at least this time it's not actually the end of the world. Besides, I'm pretty sure all three of you would have tried testing me with silver if I wasn't making jokes about it, especially when I can fix it."

"Then why haven't you?" Dean demanded, crossing his arms.

"If you would shut up," Sam piped up from inside the bathroom, "he was about to explain. And I'd like a bit more information on the stretching of leg equivalents, if it's all the same to you!"

"Thank you, Salmon," Gabriel smirked, not even phased when Sam splashed water at him in retaliation. "As I was saying, step one is taking you to one of my properties which, in addition to the usual human-safe entertainments and amenities, also boasts a nice, big salt water infinity pool that will be, heh, infinitely more comfortable for our fine-finned fellow to reside in while I go on a little scavenger hunt of my store rooms to find the ummyndun hafmeyjunnar amulet I picked up about a thousand years ago."

There was a long moment of silence while the Winchesters processed his words and Castiel gave Gabriel a small, relieved smile. And then Dean said in an entirely too calm voice, "Are you seriously telling me that while I've been running around going out of my mind trying to find an impossibly rare piece of jewelry and getting my face slapped by a blonde in a bikini, you've had one of those damn things the whole time?!"

"See what happens when you don't think to call me about something like this right away?" Gabriel couldn't resist snarking cheekily.

Your chance at escaping was quickly disappearing when the other two men pulled out glasses. You had heard of these glasses. Stories passed through the rankings of Demons. About brothers and their friend who used holy fire to spot monsters like you. Hell hounds. The scourge of the underworld. Deadly with teeth sharper than knives and claws that could shred through a human's skin like it was paper.

Your heart pounding, you tried racing past the tall, skinny one, but he already had his glasses on. "I've got it!" He called, flinging himself on top of you, struggling to hold you as you fought for purchase in the frozen ground. "Help!"

His wicked-looking blade knicked your thick skin, and you whimpered in pain, immediately freezing. It surprised all three of the men, who stared down at you before handcuffs were pulled from a pocket. "Dean, do you really think those will hold a hell hound?"

The man, Dean, just shrugged. "Sam, It's the best thing we have. With that and rope, it should do the trick."

Finally, you knew the name of all three men who were around you. Capturing you and taking away the freedom you had wanted for so long. The handcuffs were loose on your joints, but with the rope, you were bound tight. "Something doesn't feel right," Cas, the being you hadn't figure out yet, spoke up, cocking his head to the side as he stared at you. "This was too easy."

"Sometimes easy is a good thing," Dean muttered as he and Sam picked you up. "Now we'll get her to the car, you close the gate."

You watched as your only way back was sealed up before you were being shoved into a dog kennel that was much too small. Your head banged, your shoulders scraped against the rough plastic as the door was slammed shut. The rope still tight around your legs, and you couldn't move an inch. Whimpering, you could barely see through the bars as Dean climbed into the driver's seat of the car. Cas sat beside you, Sam in the passenger seat.

"So, we've got the Hell hound," Dean sighed as he pulled away from the graveyard. "Now what?"

"We need its blood," Sam explained. "That's what Rowena said. We get the hellhound, and use its blood to create the charm."

"Why couldn't we have just killed the hound back there and put its blood in a vial?" Dean grumbled. "What if it claws the upholstery?"

"It's a girl," Cas spoke up, surprising everyone. Your eyes connected with his through the bars, and you whimpered again. "And I still don't think something's right."

"Of course it's not," Dean agreed. "We have a freaking hell hound in baby! I'll never be able to get that smell out of here."

"No, it's more than that," Cas insisted, his hand inching closer to the cage, where your head was. You growled and he pulled it back, his eyebrows narrowed in frustration. "I think we need to tread carefully here."

You listened to them arguing back and forth. You wished you could talk. To tell this Cas that he was right. But you could only watch him closely as the car sped down the road.

The sky was an inky blue, the sun slowly starting to rise when the car finally came to a stop. Sam had been sleeping in the front while Dean drove. Cas continued to stare at you, his hand never moving close again, but you could feel the curiosity coming from him. You just wanted to know what he was as much as he wanted to know about you.

Dean pulled the Impala into a darkened room, stopping in the middle before shutting off the engine. In your cage, you were pretty much blind to your surroundings. But when your cage was lifted up, you saw older cars, in an interesting looking garage.

"Honey we're home," Dean muttered, picking up the other half of your kennel, struggling to carry it with his brother.

"Oh, how sweet," A Scottish accent purred, female and full of venom. "I trust you were able to procure the goods?"

"Rowena, use your eyes," Dean sighed.

You were rudely dropped onto a table, banging your head onto the heavy plastic. You snarled and snipped at their fingers. Dean cursed, stepping back, still wearing his glasses.

"I don't have glasses on dearie," Rowena answered back. "I trust it's in there."

"Rowena, do you feel something different about it?" Cas asked, stepping to her side. "It gave in too easy and hasn't fought back. Something feels wrong."

"No, but I've never worked with a hell hound before," Rowena answered. "I have the spell ready. I just need her blood."

"Her?" Both Dean and Sam exclaimed.

"Why yes. This little hell hound is a girl," she said in her thick accent. Before you could move, she stuck a needle in your thick hide, filling it full of your bubbling, black blood. "That should do nicely."

You watched as she emptied the syringe into a thick stone bowl. Smoke, almost blue in color, wafted up as she chanted in Latin. Everyone watched as she waved her hands over the smoke. Minutes ticked by, and she glanced down in dismay.

"Why didn't it work?" Dean growled, his voice low.

"It should have worked," she puttered. I did everything right. Are you sure this is a hell hound?"

"What other snarling beast is invisible," Sam answered sarcastically. "Of course it's a hell hound!"

"But what if it's not," Cas interrupted, turning everyone's attention to him.

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Y/N, still in Cas’s body, waited until she heard the rumble of Baby’s engine fade before turning to Cas. “Tell me everything I need to know about using your grace!” 

Cas’s eyes, more accurately, her own eyes lit up. “It’s quite simple really. It’s all about focus. And, I’ve seen you with the lore and on a hunt, Y/N, you are incredibly focused. This will be no different.” 

Y/N shed the remainder of the suit and strolled toward her and Sam’s empty bed and laid down, her back resting against the headboard, getting comfortable. Her eyes travelled down the well chiseled vessel Cas usually occupied. Just the thought of what she was attempting made her dick twitch. It throbbed and bobbed hopefully, filling at the thoughts running through her mind. 

“Cas, I thought you said you’ve never had an orgasm? How do you know this will work and why haven’t you ever tried it on yourself?” She looked over at him, his eyes trained on her, his hardening cock. 

“I’ve never experienced the primal urges that drive humanity. I’ve never felt a need for any of that. Until I met you and the Winchesters. I now better understand emotion and humor, needs and wants. Until this morning, I’ve never considered my own sexual curiosity,” he replied solemnly. “I’ll walk you through it, Y/N. When I am healing you or Dean, I don’t just hold my hand over your broken body, I focus all of my energy, my grace, into the parts of you that need healing.” 

Y/N nodded her acknowledgement and closed her eyes, letting his words, but her voice, lead her. It probably was better this way, it’s almost like she’s narrating, hearing the words in her own voice. 

“Envision in your mind, Y/N, exactly what you want. Imagine, if you will, you’re with Sam. Remember how you pleasure him with your mouth. Imagine my grace is your mouth, your lips, your tongue, your hands. Feel your tongue as it snakes out of your mouth, tasting you. Imagine your soft hands as they grip the velvety smooth skin.” 

Y/N followed Cas’s instructions and a warmth flooded her body. It wasn’t entirely unlike the feeling of arousal when she thinks about Sam. The picture of her on her knees between Sam’s was a hazy blue. A soft moan left her lips as she focused on what she wanted. 

“Run the tongue of grace around the head, before taking it between your lips,” Cas commanded. 

Y/N felt the warmth of the grace as it wrapped around the head of her vessel’s cock. An involuntary moan left her lips but she craved more. She willed the grace to do what she wanted, her hips bucking up into thin air, into the grace as it sucked at her cock. 

“That’s it. How does that feel, Y/N?” Cas asked. 

“Oh my god. It feels so good,” Y/N keened, the sound strange with such a deep, masculine edge to it. In her mind, it was still Cas’s voice and she felt herself grow harder, hotter, imaging pulling those sounds from him once he was back in this magnificent vessel. “I need more.” 

“You have the control, Y/N,” Cas told her. “Take it. Bend it to your will. Suck my cock, Y/N.”

“Oh, Cas!” she cried out as the grace followed her command, the pressure increasing to mind-blowing heights. “Oh god! I’m not gonna last!” 

“Go faster, Y/N. Harder that’s it. Make the grace your little cock slut,” Cas moaned. 

Y/N opened her eyes when she felt an entirely new sensation as tendrils of grace scraped across her chest, capturing each nipple, yet continuing to manipulate her cock. She looked up and Cas was three fingers deep in his pussy, pumping in time with her hips as she fucked up into the grace wrapped around her.  

The image was enough to hurtle her over the edge. “Cas, I’m gonna come!” Y/N screamed, her hips bucking, body thrashing as the pleasure ripped through her, forcing rope after rope of hot come across her heaving chest. 

Through hooded lids and fuzzy vision, Y/N watched as Cas continued to finger himself, and she gathered the mental strength to push the grace across to the other bed and aid in Cas’s chase of his own orgasm. 

“That’s it, Cas. Just let go,” she crooned, using the grace to lap at the tiny bundle of nerves, while thrusting it in alongside Cas’s digits. She increased the pressure and speed, propelling him to his own end. “Come for me, Cas.” 

The angel screamed for her as his body seized, shaking with the tremors as the orgasm worked through his cells. 

Y/N rose from the bed to clean the stickiness from her chest, then returned to the bed looking at Cas blissed out in her body. So that’s what she looks like after Sam fucks her. Impressively hot. “You need to pee, Cas.” 

“I assure you, I do not urinate, Y/N,” Cas attested. 

“No, you, Angel of the Lord, do not. Me and my body, yes. And, I don’t care for a urinary tract infection, so go,” Y/N ordered, pointing at the bathroom. While Cas did as requested, she got dressed, wondering when Sam and Dean would be back. “Oh, and wipe front to back, please!” 

“What?” Cas called out. “Oh...I get it. Okay!” 

Just as Y/N was pulling up the suit trousers, the door burst open, revealing a disheveled Sam. Still shirtless, she regarded her boyfriend. His face was flushed and his chest heavy with his breaths. 

“Sam, what’s wrong? Did you find a counterspell?” she asked. 

“No, but it should wear off in a day or so,” Sam breathed out. “We ransacked the entire place, but couldn’t find anything. Sorry, babe.” 

“Eh, it’s not so bad. I just gave myself a blowjob with Cas’s grace. That was pretty spectacular,” Y/N smiled at the memory, her cock reawakening, apparently needing little to no refractory period. “Where’s Dean?”

“Got his own room, said this is a little too weird and kinky, even for him,” Sam chuckled. 

“So, you gonna let me fuck you with this body?” Y/N strode across the room, meeting Sam chest to chest. 

“What? No!” Sam shrieked, backing away from her advances.

“Y/N, thank you for the orgasm,” Cas deadpanned, exiting the bathroom nude, his body on full display, still slightly flushed. 

“Wait..what the fuck did you guys do while we were gone? Did you fuck him?” Sam gasped, looking at Y/N and pointing at Cas. 

“What? No!” Y/N replied instantly, laughing. “I just used my grace, his grace, whatever. There was no actual touching.” 

“Good, let’s keep it tha-” Sam started.

“Unless, you’d let me. Fuck him, I mean,” Y/N looked up at Sam with bright blue eyes and a natural pout. 

“I’d be very interested in that,” Cas nodded enthusiastically, still buck naked. 

“No!” Sam protested, giving Cas his bitch face. 

“Think about it, Sam. It’s still my body, which you love,” Y/N reasoned. 

“I do fucking love your body, Y/N. It’s amazing.” Sam licked his lips. 

“And, you’ve shared with Dean before. Hell, we’ve shared with Dean before,” she winked, able to nearly look him in the eye in Cas’s taller body. “This is Cas. Your best friend, an angel of the Lord, that has never been good and fucked. In thousands of years on this planet, observing the human species, watching us go at it like rabbits and he has never, ever, been properly fucked. And for his first experience to be good and fucked by Sam Fucking Winchester himself? Mmmm, he’ll have material in his spank bank for another two or three millenia. So will we.” 

Sam’s thoughts were churning a mile a minute. Cas was his best friend, other than his brother. There was no one in the world Sam trusted more than Dean, Y/N, and Cas. Sure, they had invited Dean into their bedroom before, but that was Y/N. He reasoned that this would be for her as well. And for Cas. He couldn’t deny the arousal that sparked to life inside his belly at the thought of Y/N, in Cas’s body, manhandling Cas in her body like a pro. Combined with the power of angel grace, this could potentially be better than it had been with Dean. 

Y/N watched her boyfriend have his internal debate. She knew the thoughts that were running through his head, as well as the images. Sam was incredibly visual, and she glimpsed it just before he opened his mouth. He had made his decision. 

“Cas, get on the bed,” Sam commanded. Cas eagerly rushed to the bed he had been using before, tits bouncing as he landed in the middle, a feminine giggle escaping his lips. 

“Sam likes to be in charge, Cas, so just listen to what he says and I’ll help you, okay? You’re gonna love this. We’re gonna make you feel so good, baby,” Y/N cooed as she undid her pants and let them drop to the floor at her feet, cock already bobbing for attention. 

“First thing I want you to do, Cas,” Sam paused, shrugging off his jacket and pulling his shirts over his head. “Is suck her dick while I watch.” 

Part three - An Enlightening Experience

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The promise you made to Dean was an easy one to keep, a natural promise to keep. You’d been in love with Sam since well before he came to terms with Jessica’s death. You’d shared a bed with him from time to time in those early months of his grief. You offered him comfort. Your body was soft and warm, and you could be trusted. 

You’d been on several hunts with Dean since the older brother had started hunting without his father. If Dean was willing to let you ride shotgun with him, you’d passed the ultimate Winchester test. The older brother liked knowing you were there for Sam, giving him something he needed.

Time passed and your feelings for Sam grew deeper. He had nightmares about the way Jessica died. More than once you saw him cry in his sleep; and there was nothing you could do to help him. If he had only returned your feelings, maybe you could have taken some of his pain away. Love could do that. It could ease just about anything.

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You found Sam sitting on one of the motel beds. The bedspread was thin, worn in places and was a green the color of moss clinging to a rock at the side of a muddy creek. It looked as tired as Sam did. He glanced up at you briefly as you entered the room, then looked back down at his hands in his lap. “Are you sure you want to be here?”

You sat sown next to him on the sagging mattress and took his large hands in yours, turning him slightly to face you then you rubbed his knuckles with your thumbs speaking to him in the soothing voice you’d used so many times before. “Sam, you didn’t kill anybody.”

He pulled his hands away from you and let them fall back into his lap slow and easy. “I did, Y/N. You saw the video. His eyes fixed on yours.” I drained the life out of that man. He’s not breathing anymore because of me. He had a family.” Sam dropped his head again.

He tried to get up and turn away, but you stopped him by grabbing one of his wrists with your hand and putting your other on his cheek so you could turn his face toward you. Tears were in his eyes, but he wouldn’t let them fall.

You’d seen that stubborn, determined, and haunted look in his eyes before. Sam had had plenty of reason to cry, but sometimes you felt he wouldn’t let himself because he believed he didn’t deserve it, didn’t deserve to release his own emotions but that he should instead suffer with them in silence.

There was only one time Sam released any of that emotion pent up inside him, one time he’d allow cracks in that wall he’d put up around himself. It had such a strong façade that to the outside observer it appeared Sam was completely together without anything haunting him whatsoever. That was during sex. It was the time you could show him what he meant to you without any words, the only time you could cross a line of your own.

You covered his mouth with yours, starting with a gentle kiss. Between those kisses, you breathed against his lips, took his breath into you, and told him everything short of “I love you.”

Your fingers were buried in his hair combing through it and marveling at how it could be so soft. “You’re a good man, Sam. I know it.” You moved your hand to the waistband of his jeans and began to unfasten them while you continued to talk. “You didn’t hurt anyone, because you wouldn’t.” You had freed his cock and now wrapped your hand around his shaft and began to stroke it.

He was rock hard when you let go of him long enough to unbutton his shirt and push it off his shoulders. You rubbed your hands down the thin cotton fabric of his t-shirt; the muscles in his chest and stomach were firm, and you smiled at him as you sank to your knees and took the end of his cock in your mouth. You swirled your tongue around the tip, and when you dropped your head down to take him deeper in your mouth it was Sam’s fingers that went into your hair.

You bobbed your head until Sam took over, grasping our hair between his fingers and moving our head on his cock while he thrust deep into your throat. You took as much of him as you could and stroked the base of his cock that wouldn’t fit into our mouth. After several more thrusts, his body tensed; and he came spurting hot streams of his release into your mouth.

Sam lay back on the bed and propped himself on his elbows. He panted for a few seconds catching his breath then sat up and pulled you against his chest, holding you there tightly, and resting his chin on top of your head.

He was holding you so close then, without warning, let go of you. “How can you let me touch you, Y/N? How?” When he looked at you, his eyes were still slightly glazed from the orgasm you’d just given him. “I’m full of demon blood. You don’t know I haven’t done something awful. You don’t know that I won’t again. Even if I haven’t, what’s going to stop it? What’s going to stop me from becoming evil? What’s going to stop me from hurting you?”

The taste of Sam was still salty on your tongue, and you were still positioned on the floor between his legs. You eased his socks from his feet and pulled his jeans down along with his boxers, never breaking eye contact with him. “You will Sam. That’s not who you are, and it’s never who you’ll be.” You kissed from his knee along the outside of his thigh to his hipbone.

You removed your own jeans leaving yourself in only your tank top and panties. Then you sat on the bed and scooted toward the middle taking Sam’s hand and pulling him along with you. Once the two of you were settled under the covers, you lay your head on Sam’s chest where you could hear his heart. Your fingertips traced softly along his forearm, over his bicep and back down again. You kept doing this until his breathing slowed, and you knew he was sleeping.

He was peaceful like this, and the thoughts running through your mind brought you comfort and unsettled you at the same time. Sam let you be close to him. Even when he pushed Dean away, he allowed you to be close to him. What if that stopped? He would push you away too if he thought it would protect you.

“Y/N.” Sam called your name in his sleep. You softly kissed his shoulder, and Sam quieted. Brushing his hair back from his face, you kissed his forehead before laying your cheek back on his chest. His skin was warm, his smell familiar.  

Still sleeping, Sam shifted. You moved with him, and he circled his arm around your waist. You tucked your head under his chin and whispered, “I love you, Sam.” For a minute, you thought about taking off the clothes you were still wearing so you could feel your bare skin next to his. That always made you feel closer to him. When there was nothing between you physically, it seemed more like there was nothing between you at all, and that was what you truly wanted. Fearing that your movement might wake him, you decided against it. 

Sleep overtook you, and you dreamed with your head on Sam’s shoulder. Your dreams were filled with beautiful dimpled smiles. There were no monsters and no demon blood, just a happy Sam. In your dreams, he told you he loved you before he leaned down to kiss you. 

Before his lips could touch yours, you were ripped from your dream by a pounding sound on the door. Dean’s voice called loudly from the other side. “Y/N, you need to get out of there.” It was the sound of his foot kicking the door. 

It was going to break soon. Dean had plenty of practice kicking in doors. You scrambled from the bed and grabbed for Sam’s flannel that was still on the floor. You wrapped it around you and managed to fasten a couple of the buttons before Dean came bursting through the door.

He was next to you in an instant, pulling your arm to get you away from the bed and yelling, “Y/N, you have to get out of here. That isn’t Sam! He’s possessed.”

You could hear the commotion of Sam grabbing at the sheets on the behind you. You tried to release yourself from the hold Dean had on you. “He’s not, Dean. That is Sam.” 

“Meg’s been possessing him this whole time, Y/N. She wants to destroy him and having him hurt you would be a great way to do it.” You started to struggled to get away from him, but Dean held tight and reached for a flask of holy water inside his jacket. He opened the cap with his teeth. “Just watch.”

The sheet had slipped around Sam’s waist, but his chest was exposed. Dean splashed a generous amount of the contents of the flask on his brother. Nothing happened. You angrily snatched your arm from Dean. “I told you it was him.”

Dean’s mouth fell open ever so slightly; he looked from you to Sam and back to you finally noticing that Sam was wearing nothing, and you were wearing his shirt. “I tortured three demons. All of them said Meg was possessing Sam.”

You sat back on the bed next to Sam who now looked ashamed and confused. “Well, he isn’t now.” 

Dean found the cap and closed his flask knowing better than to challenge the flash in your eyes. He secured it back in his jacket, took a long look at you and quietly said, “She isn’t done with him.” Then he left. 

It was so still in the room you could hear the leaky faucet in the bathroom sink dripping. You took off Sam’s shirt and used it to dry his face and chest. He didn’t say anything but wrapped you in his arms and buried his face in your hair. You sat there while he held you, the sound of the faucet replaced by the sound of his breathing.

When Sam let go of you, his eyes had that soft and haunted look in them. “Dean’s right. I could hurt you. Just because I’m not possessed now, it doesn’t mean I won’t be again or that I won’t turn into a full on demon. Maybe that’s what the blood does.” He shook his head causing his hair to fall in his eyes. “I can’t let myself hurt you, Y/N.”

“Sam, you are not going to hurt me.” You tried to touch his cheek, but he pulled away. That wasn’t something you were going to accept. You reached for him again, and this time he let you touch him. “We’ll deal with it, Sam.”

His forehead wrinkled, and his eyes became focused and intense turning darker, almost brown. “You don’t understand, Y/N. I love you.” It had never occurred to you that he would say it first, and you were temporarily frozen with the shock of it. “I do. I love you.”

When you could move again, you also found your voice. “Sam, it’s going to be okay. We’ll get through this together.” You smiled. “Because I love you too, and there’s no way I’m leaving you alone with this.”

Sam kissed you then with a desperate and sweet passion. His tongue tangled around yours, and his hand held your cheek. Your world shifted when Sam made love to you. His touch was tender as he undressed you. He kept you on his lap so he could look into your eyes while he moved inside you. You climaxed together in a body shaking double orgasm that left you collapsing into each other.

Sam lifted you from his now soft member and lay you down gently in bed, taking his place beside you. He pulled the over you, and you settled into his arms. There were no words. You didn’t need any. 

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