#nephilim reader

You were more than capable without needing to rely on your angel side though. You could fight your way through an army with just your bare hands or a makeshift weapon, but having your powers as a fallback did give you some level of comfort and confidence. Castiel had said before that grace replenishes over time. Although how long that would take for you was uncertain.

Castiel. You sighed as you wondered how they were. Were they upset with what you did? The guilt suddenly hit you because you knew that they would be worried more than anything else. Dean would be pissed as hell though. Your chest tightened at the thought of him.

You shook your head to clear your thoughts and busied your hands with smoothing out the loose grey long sleeved shirt and dark wash jeans Natasha had loaned you. You had specifically asked for jeans and a loose shirt knowing that she had a preference for tighter fitting outfits. You were actually surprised she owned a shirt like this. You suspect that it might be from an old or current boyfriend, but you decide to annoy her about it later. For now you were grateful for the clean soft fabric against your recovering body.

Her brows knit together when she noticed the thoughtful look on your face, but similar to you she decided to grill you on it later as you both reached your destination.

"Took you long enough to get down here. Did you get a mani pedi on the way?" Tony sassed as you and Natasha entered the room.

The spacious room was a cross between a laboratory and a workshop. Tools and unfinished mechanical projects were scattered across multiple tables and a full Iron Man suit stood proudly on one side. Candy wrappers, soda cans, and empty plates were also randomly strewn.

On one side though were countless beakers, test tubes, jars, and clear boxes containing liquids of various colors and what looked like rocks but you knew they were probably more than that. This area was clean and almost obsessively organized among other machinery and equipment. You saw Bruce sitting in this corner typing away on a keyboard. You smiled a little at how different two similarly brilliant minds were.

"I wanted to look pretty for when I get dissected by the great Tony Stark," you shrug.

Nat rolled her eyes. "She popped a few stitches when she was showering. We had to get her patched up again."

"In my defense, this is the first time I've had to deal with sustained injuries," you chuckled. Nat was not amused as she was not used to you being this fragile.

"Interesting," Bruce said as he slowly approached. You found his half Hulk form strangely adorable. Perhaps it was the shy warmth in his eyes or the way he would slouch as if trying to hide himself. "It seems the serum is healing you, but at a much slower pace as it would for a normal human. Would you mind if we ran some tests?"

"I'm all yours, Doc," you said opening your arms wide. "I'm curious too. This is new for me too."

"What do you mean?" Bruce asked.

"I've never fully consumed my grace or soul before let alone burn them both. I should be dead," you said as you turned your head to the side to hold Natasha's gaze. "I don't understand why I'm not dead."

"Well the serum saved you, kid," Tony said. "Billions worth of serum but hey who's counting?"

"Put it on Nat's tab," you chuckled. "How do you want to do the testing?"

Bruce picked up a small bag and slung it over himself the straps protesting against his wide chest. He picked up a tablet that looked far too small in his hands and gestured toward the door.

"We'll do the tests in the training room. We need to check if you got any of the effects Steve and Bucky did. We'll talk on the way. I need to ask you a few questions so I can establish a baseline," he said. You gave him a nod and another smile liking how polite and gentle he was. Perhaps it was because Natasha was there and this was her team, but you found yourself easily trusting them.

Natasha and Tony led your group down the many hallways of the compound chatting about the rest of the team. Clint had called in from his home confirming that his family was whole again. The Guardians had gone with Thor to New Asgard and will be flying out to check on the other worlds in a few days. Peter had returned to Queens on Tony’s insistence and was checking on his friends.

Your heart swelled. You really did it.

"We already have some of your information from the medical team," Bruce said pulling you away from eavesdropping. He was busy fussing with the tablet as you kept pace beside him, "How old are you?"

"Just turned 20," you said nonchalantly.

You halted your steps when you noticed he was no longer walking next to you. He stood a few steps back with his face puckered as he tried to make the computations make sense. He knew that you grew up with Natasha in the Red Room and you looked to be about the same age. You couldn't possibly be 20. You laughed at the look on his face as if his brain was short circuiting. You went to hook your arm around his and tug him along to catch up with Natasha and Tony.

"You have to remember, Dr. Banner, that I am a Nephilim. I'll tell you the details another time. Put simply, physically I'm more or less Nat's age but technically I've only been alive for 20 years."

"Mentally she's two," Nat commented with a smirk over her shoulder. You grinned.

"With all the trauma of a 70-year-old war vet," you added.

"Ha! You'll fit right in then," Tony laughed as he pulled open the doors to the training area.

Your ears perked at his comment. Were they considering you to be part of the team? You knew Natasha would like that. She would want you close now that you had crossed paths again. Would you accept though if they offered? There were four boys in Lebanon, Kansas that made you think twice.

The sound of clanging metal weights, buzzing equipment, and fists on fabric greeted you. Sam was on the bench press, Bucky and Steve were going to town on punching bags, and Wanda was sprinting on a treadmill. You were suddenly nervous. You weren't expecting an audience while Bruce tested you.

Wanda saw you first. She beamed and jumped off the treadmill not bothering to turn it off. She ran to you and immediately enveloped you in a hug. You were surprised by her friendliness, but returned the gesture nonetheless. She held you out at arm's length and looked you over.

"You look so much better," she said warmly.

Across the room, the three men noticed the commotion and turned their attention toward you. You were chatting with Wanda as you made your way further into the room laughing here and there at something she said.

Bucky whistled softly from next to Steve tugging at the wraps on his right hand. "She really is an angel."

Steve frowned. He was still unsure about you, but the rest of his team seemed enamored by you. Even Tony was already acting playful with you. He didn't know where your loyalties lied yet and he didn't even fully understand why you would take it upon yourself to undo the Snap. A piece was missing in the puzzle.

Still, he had to admit that Bucky was right. Now that all traces of blood and battle had been washed away, he could clearly see that you were stunning. You had a commanding presence, but there was also a warmth about you. He took particular notice in your eyes that held an innocence to them but at the same time flashed with mischief. You were an easy read, but also full of contradictions. You were also wearing his shirt, he noticed. It looked good on you.

You reached the two intimidating super soldiers and Bucky was quick to reach out a hand to shake yours.

"Glad to see you up on your feet, doll," he said with a boyish smile that brought an unexpected heat to your face. Steve raised an eyebrow at his bestfriend's clear attempt to charm you.

"Thank you, Sergeant Barnes."

"Please just call me Bucky," he said flashing you another winning smile.

" Buck-Nasty if you feelin' frisky," Sam interrupted stealing your attention from Bucky. "You can call me Sam."

"Birdbrain if you're feeling frisky," Bucky retaliated. This resulted in a loud name calling session between the two. You shook your head, clearly amused by their dynamic.

"Good morning, Captain Rogers."

You said it so quietly that Steve almost missed it. You were looking at him but also not. Your eyes were looking slightly to his right and he found this curious. Why couldn't you look him in the eye?

"Bruce said that you would be helping with my examination today?"

He nodded and gestured for you to follow him. You both joined the rest of the team who had gathered around a small table. Your eyes widened and you clapped your hands together in joy when you saw what was laid out.

"You kept my gear!" you exclaimed while quickly grabbing the knife nearest you.

"Gear?" Tony scoffed. "I would hardly call ratty jeans and a flannel shirt as gear. I mean, flannel? Really?"

You rolled your eyes. "Some people prefer to keep a low profile, Tony. Besides, it's my weapons I'm relieved to see."

"What are these, Sera? I don't think I've ever seen a blade like this," Nat said as she closely examined a dagger that looked exactly the same as the one you were holding. It was a triple-edged blade that formed a three pointed star at its cross section. It was a shiny silver in color from hilt to tip and was unmistakably sharp.

"That's because that's an angel blade. Manufactured by God and can kill almost any supernatural creature. Not easy to get," you said simply while you moved to check the pistol and shotgun. Both were still fully loaded and you were surprised that even your body holsters were there. You opened a few pockets on it and found more ammo. You were so focused on checking that you didn't realize that they were all staring at you like you had grown an extra head.

"Excuse me, kid. Run that by us again," Tony said scratching his chin.

"Oh. Sorry. What part of that tripped you up?"

"Angel blade," Wanda said.

"Manufactured by God," Bruce added.

"Supernatural creatures," Sam chimed in.

"What the hell have you been into the past 15 years?" Natasha demanded.

"Long story. I'll tell you later," you said rubbing the back of your neck awkwardly. "Aren't we doing tests?"

"Uh uh," Tony said holding up a finger at you. "Story time. Now."

You sighed and racked your brain for a good place to start. Where do you begin explaining the supernatural to a bunch of superheroes? Honestly you thought that they would already know all this. Before you could say anything else, you were interrupted by FRIDAY.

"Mr. Stark, I have detected - disturbance - electronic - interference."

The AI's usually smooth voice came out garbled and crackled at the end before completely cutting out. The whole team tensed as the lights flickered and the temperature suddenly dropped to freezing. A chill ran through your spine and the hair on your nape stood on end as you saw your breath in front of you from the cold.

"Nat," you whispered, the flickering lights casting shadows on her worried face. "They found me."

A sound like that of bad TV reception pulled all of your attention. A woman dressed in a long black dress manifested from thin air. Her long tangled hair was in wild disarray around her, skin a sickly pale, red-rimmed eyes fixed on you, and cracked lips curved in a sinister smile. She flickered twice as another appeared beside her sporting the same disheveled look. Two more followed and soon there were close to a dozen of them.

You gulped, your heart began to hammer in your chest. "Tony, remember you said you wanted a lesson on the supernatural?"

"Yeah?" he said unsure, not taking his eyes off the mob that was slowly moving toward them.

"Well lesson #1," you said as you subtly inched your hand toward your shotgun. "Ghosts."

All hell broke loose then. The manic looking spirits charged and your group dispersed. You fired without hesitation at the closest one to you making it disappear in a puff of salt and grey smoke before swiftly slinging your holster over your arm and hooking in the rest of your weapons.

You saw Bucky swinging a right hook which naturally just passed through his opponent. You saw another coming toward him and you fired hitting both with one shot. Bucky looked at you bewildered as the ghosts disappeared.

"It's a ghost, Sergeant. You can't punch it to death," you shouted as you reloaded. Another appeared by Bucky and on instinct he swung his vibranium arm in attack. You were just as shocked as he was when the ghost appeared to have the same effect your gun did.

"Apparently you can as long as it's a vibranium fist," you corrected yourself.

You were fastening your last blade and scanning the room trying to quickly think of a plan. The speakers blared with feedback and a smooth voice came on.

“Wanda,” it said and your eyes immediately snapped to Wanda who was frozen on the spot. Her mouth was open and her eyes were wide brimming with unshed tears. “I’m here, Wanda.”

Nat was on her immediately gripping her shoulders and shaking her. “Listen to me, Wanda. That’s not him. Focus!”

You saw a group of spirits closing in on them. You narrowed your eyes and marched quickly toward them firing your shotgun until they were all clear. The voice on the speakers kept going until you fired at one spirit that nearly got her hands around Wanda’s leg. 

“Listen to me, Wanda,” you said as you fired another round this time at one near Bruce. You had your back to them trying your best to be their line of defense. “That’s not him you’re hearing. I know you’re hurting, but the ghosts can sense the guilt and sadness from you and they’re using that against you. Don’t let them use you like that.” 

“Vis wouldn’t want that,” Natasha added softly.

You risked a look at her and noted that she was at least looking at you. The heartbreak was obvious on her face, but she nodded.

“Good,” Natasha said as she let go of Wanda’s shoulders. “Now how do we fight these things, Sera?”

"Salt and iron repel them. Apparently so does vibranium," you shouted through the chaos so that the rest can hear. You shot at one that Sam was struggling with giving him an opening to join you.

"Copy that!" Steve yelled as he jumped and tossed his shield slicing through four ghosts across the room all of which promptly disappeared in a chorus of shrieks. 

"They keep coming back!" Wanda said as she pushed two away. She was still visibly shaken by the cruel tactic of the ghosts but she was at least trying to keep it together. You could hear the small shake of fear in her voice.

"We have to salt and burn their bodies or the object they're haunting to get rid of them completely. We don't have time for that right now!" you answered as you shot another round at one who was trying to grab at Natasha. You groaned in frustration as you saw that same ghost reappear near Tony. You were running dangerously low on ammo.

"You think??" Tony griped as he fired a few with his blaster. It surprised the ghosts but did not repel them. "What do we do, kid? This is your show."

"We need to get the fuck out of here. I only have one shotgun and a very limited amount of rock salt shots. We need to leave now!"

"Everybody get to the quinjet!" Tony ordered as he made a mad sprint out the training room.

Your group converged with Steve and Tony leading the pack, the former using his shield to plow through any ghosts blocking the path. You and Bucky protected the rear while the rest ran in the middle. You swallowed down the panic that started to bubble inside you. If only you still had your powers you would be able to banish them all with a wave of your hand.

You were caught in your thoughts as you ran while mechanically shooting at spirits that got a little too close to your group in what looked like a sick game of whack-a-mole. You were distracted enough not to notice something come barreling toward you. It tackled you at the waist taking you down to the ground in a struggle of sharp teeth and claws.

"Sera!" you vaguely heard Sam shout through the growls of the creature who was now straddling you. The adrenaline pumped through you as you used your shotgun to block the creatures mouth. This left your arms vulnerable as the creature furiously clawed deep from your shoulders to your elbow. You let out a sharp cry and used the pain to force yourself to bash the stock of your gun against its face. You used the momentary stun to slip out your angel blade and plunged it hard into its chest. It let out a scream as you twisted it in further before going limp. You tossed it aside as you shot a round at a flickering ghost from the corner of your eye. You groaned as your bloodied arm protested against the weight of the gun.

Sam was at your side now carefully sidestepping the dead body. He hooked your less injured side over his shoulders  and helped you to run quickly back to the others. You saw the cuts on his arms and the bleeding from above his eyebrow, but you gratefully took his help and handed him your shotgun.

"That was no ghost, Sera," Sam muttered as you reached the others. You all kept running until you reached the compound's hangar.

"Lesson #2. Werewolves," you said loud enough for everyone to hear. You were slightly out of breath from your last encounter, but as you saw the quinjet in your sites you also saw a pack of snarling werewolves. You felt your palms grow sweaty as you gripped your blade tighter on your injured hand.

"Anything silver and angel blades," you said briefly as you tossed the one you were holding to Wanda who was sporting a flowering bruise on the side of her face from a ghost hitting her with a bookend. "The rest of you aim for decapitation. Do not get bit!"

"Finally something I can slice through!" Nat shouted, pulling out a long dagger from her side and charging toward one of the werewolves. Her face was set in her signature stone cold expression as she made quick work of her opponent. A moment later its head rolled on the ground and stopped near Bucky who at that same moment ripped the head off one with his metal arm.

You heard the hum of an aircraft and figured that Bruce and Tony must already have reached it. Sam dropped his hold on you to fire at a ghost that was charging at him with what looked like an actual sword. You heard a growl behind you and swiftly turned slashing with your blade. Its head landed with a thud.

"Get on the jet! There's more coming!" you yelled as you made a dash toward the open ramp ignoring the burning pain from your left side. Steve and Tony were at the ramp trying to prevent any of the creatures from coming onboard. They were working like a well oiled machine as a result of years of partnership. Tony was blasting holes through the werewolves, pinning them against a wall where Steve drives his shield clean through their throats.

You leaped onto the shoulders of a werewolf that was about to attack Steve's unprotected back and unceremoniously thrust your blade through its chest. Steve saw and gave you a grateful nod. A net flew past your head and caught two werewolves. It sparked to life and electrocuted them.

"Get in!" Nat said from atop the ramp holding the net launcher. Sam joined her firing the last remaining shots as the rest of you hurriedly boarded.

"Get us up, Bruce!" Sam yelled as the shotgun clicked empty.

The ramp slowly closed with Natasha holding off the remaining creatures. You were flooded with relief as you felt the aircraft ascend, but you only let out the breath you held when the rest of the team slumped down against the carrier’s walls in exhaustion.

You all looked worse for wear; a smattering of cuts and bruises on dirt and blood. You'll have to check them all thoroughly later if anyone got bit, but for now you needed to get everyone to safety. You clutched your bleeding arm and grimaced as you made your way to Bruce who was piloting. You instructed him to input a set of coordinates as your destination.

"We'll be safe there," you said tiredly.

"What's there?" Steve asked as he slouched down on one of the seats trying to regain his energy and make sense of what he just experienced. You bit your lip. It seems that you would be returning home to your boys sooner than expected.

"The bunker."

Masterlist

"Do I know you?"

"Um...no?" Dean answered, his voice a bit astonished. "It's...it's complicated."

"Not as complicated as it seems. Speak her language, boys," you said, stepping closer to him. "You know the show Sliders?" you asked. Her eyebrows came together and she nodded. "Okay, so basically, we're Jerry O'Connell and the gang, jumping through portals and switching up our worlds. Instead of a machine, we're using two half-angels...me and my brother, Jack."

"And you've met me on another slide?"

"They knew you back home. Their home, anyway."

"The look on your faces says I didn't survive on the other side, am I right?" She sighed as they avoided her gaze. "Well, that sucks troll balls. Anyway, 'nephil' is the singular for nephilim, cutie. It's Hebrew."

"Right. Makes sense." You smiled at her. "It's really great to meet you. I know...I know all about you."

"Do you?" she asked, skeptically.

"Well, up to the point where your timeline diverges with their Charlie's but…" You laughed as you remembered watching Dean talk her through flirting with a security guard. "Let's see how much I can Sherlock you. You are Charlie Bradbury, self named from Ray Bradbury because you are a massive nerd and I mean that with the utmost respect. You are a huge Tolkien fan, the Hobbit being of special importance. Your favorite Harry Potter character is Hermione and you always wanted to be a Gryffindor but Pottermore sorted you into Hufflepuff and I really think that was the right choice because the things you do for your friends are just amazing."

"Huh. Oh-kay," she said, eyes slightly wide. "Your Charlie is definitely very like me. Were you close?" Her eyes slid down your body as she spoke and your cheeks heated up.

"Oh, no. She was gone by the time I showed up. I didn't have the pleasure to meet her."

“Well, now you get the pleasure of meeting me, and I’m excited because you are just Gryffindorable,” Charlie said, smirking.

“Wow,” Dean said, putting a hand on your shoulder. “Ya know, if she played for your team, I’d be worried, ‘cause that was smooth.”

Charlie laughed. “Well, she wouldn’t be the first straight girl I bent a little.”

“She’s taken,” Sam said, simply.

Charlie’s eyes moved from Dean to Sam and she hummed. “What, you boys can share with each other, but not me? That’s not very friendly.”

“Yeah, our situation’s somethin’ complicated, Queen of Moons. There’s twin souls and soulmates and a pretty nephil chick doin’ spells to jump universes just to meet us. It ain’t about friendly.”

“Oh. You’re in love. That’s different.” Charlie smiled sadly and cleared her throat. “So...what’s the plan here, Sliders?”

“Our mom got caught over here a couple months ago. Michael took her to his base in Virginia,” Sam answered.

“Michael? I hate to be the one to break it to you but a body retrieval is a suicide mission,” Charlie said.

“She’s not dead,” Jack spoke up.

“Are you kidding? Of course she is. Michael doesn’t-”

“I saw her. She’s alive,” you responded.

“Saw her?” Charlie questioned.

“I’m a nephil...and I’m a witch. Projection comes naturally.”

“Wow, all that and gorgeous, too. You boys lucked out with this goddess.” Charlie licked her lips. “Okay. If you’re going to Morgantown, you’re gonna wanna stop off in Huntington, West. There’s a camp there. Come on. I’ll take you.”

“Why do we need to stop at this camp?” Castiel asked.

“Well, I assume nephilim eat, and even if they don’t these giants definitely need supplies. Also...if you’re stormin the castle, you’re gonna need more than a holocaust cloak and a wheelbarrow. Singer’ll have some manpower to lend.”

“Bobby?” Sam exclaimed happily.

“Shoulda known that old redneck’s running the Resistance,” Dean said, smirking.

“Oh, you know Bobby on the other side, too?”

“Practically raised us.”

“We’ll tell you all about it on the way,” Sam finished.

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“You speak Charlie’s language,” Dean said, amused.

You looked up from the small rodent you refused to call a squirrel because then you’d have to admit that’s what you were eating and shrugged. “Yeah. Anybody should be able to talk sci-fi.”

“You also changed colors when she was flirting with you. Got something to tell me?”

Your cheeks heated up again, this time in embarrassment because your boyfriend had noticed your reaction to the lesbian. “You’d blush too if Felicia Day was flirting with you. Shut up.”

“That the actress for Charlie in Muggle World?” he asked, sitting on the log next to you.

“Yeah, she’s nerd royalty. She was in this show called ‘The Guild’ and she got her start in the last season of Buffy and...she’s awesome, leave me alone.”

“It’s cool. I know you love me,” he said, winking. “So...how’s your dinner?”

“Better than nothing. Just don’t call it by its name, please.”

He chuckled and picked at your squirrel on a stick, tossing a small chunk into his mouth. “Before we make it to the camp in Huntington, we should find a house to hole up in.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Haven’t had a moment to be together since we met your dad, thought we might...you know.” He raised his eyebrows suggestively and you smirked, cheeks heating up a bit. “We could bring Sam in, relieve a bit of stress before we go after Michael.”

“I don’t know, Dean. We’ve got so much going on and-”

He leaned over next to your ear and whispered, “Come on. Don’t you wanna have your soulmates fill you up with their big, hard cocks?”

You took a sharp breath as heat and wetness flooded your core. “That’s not fair.”

“Who said I’m supposed to play fair?” he responded, quietly, nipping at your earlobe. “If you agree to play, I’ll give you a patented Dean Winchester Backrub.”

Between the stiffness in your joints and the pulsing in between your thighs, you were definitely up for that scenario. “Make it a full-body massage and you’ve got a deal.”

“Awesome. I’ll let Sammy in on the plan.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek and stood to go talk to his brother.

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Your house to hole up in was a large three-story with a brick facade. You, Sam and Dean took the master bedroom with the king-sized bed and Charlie took a smaller room upstairs while Cas and Jack took up guard duty.

“Ooh, look! Bath and Body Works Aromatherapy massage oils,” Dean said from the bathroom. “Jasmine Vanilla or Eucalyptus Spearmint?”

You hummed thoughtfully. “Jasmine Vanilla,” you said as Sam locked the door. You pulled your shirt off over your head and tossed it at the top of the dresser, before unclipping your bra and dropping to the bed.

“No-no-no. You need to take it all off. You said ‘full-body’ and we are doin’ it all,” Dean said, walking out of the bathroom with a pink bottle. “It’s the sensual one.” He smirked as he tapped the label that said ‘Sensual’.

“Pants and panties off. Let’s do this right.” Sam tapped your thigh and smiled as you stood and moved to kick the rest of your clothes off. You laid your body out across the length of the bed and tucked your hands under your hips. You turned your head and shifted for maximum comfort as Dean poured oil on his brother's hands. The smell was nice, so you took a deep breath and closed your eyes. Oil dropped on your back, making you tense momentarily. "Calm down," Sam said, amused.

"You calm down," you responded as you settled again. You sighed contentedly as you felt their slick, warm hands on your back. Their hands ran along your skin, working the muscles until you felt yourself start to melt. Calloused fingers slipping across you, aided by the oil. “Oh, that’s nice,” you whispered, as a set of hands started rubbing your thigh and the other started kneading your ass.

“You like that?” Dean asked.

“Mmm-hmm,” you answered.

“You feelin’ good?” Sam asked.

“Real good.” You hummed happily. The hands on your thigh swept higher, fingertips rubbing at your pussy lips. “Fuck,” you said barely louder than a whisper.

“You ready, baby?” Dean’s fingertips slipped between your lips and rubbed lightly at your clit. “You ready to get filled up?”

You lifted your hips to give him better access, suddenly desperate to feel him...them. You reached out and grabbed at Sam as two of Dean’s fingers slipped inside your cunt. “Let me give you something to play with, huh?” Sam pulled his zipper down and pulled his cock out, wrapping your hand around the base of him and helping you figure out the best way to jack him off from your position. “That’s fuckin’ perfect. Just like that.”

As Dean replaced his fingers with his cock, Sam started fucking your fist, letting out little sexy grunts as Dean grabbed your hips and started thrusting. “Such a perfect, tight little pussy,” Dean growled out, snapping his hips forward as you whimpered. “You’re our perfect angel, aren’t you, baby?”

“She’s amazing,” Sam agreed as you tried to get up on your forearm to better work Sam’s big cock.

“Oh, that’s a nice angle,” Dean said, pushing your ass up a little more. “Fuckin’ perfect.”

“Dean! Oh, God! Fuck, fuck, oh, God, fuck!”

He reached his hand around rubbed at your clit as he started rocking against you. You let go of Sam to set your hand on the mattress, giving you more stability to roll your hips back against Dean, who put more pressure on your clit. “I’m cummin’,” he said, just barely audible.

“My turn,” Sam said, flipping you over as soon as Dean pulled out. You giggled as you looked up at him. He pulled you into his lap and leaned over you, kissing you fiercely as he slid his cock into you. You held onto him for dear life as he fucked you like his life depended on it. You could feel Dean’s seed dripping out of you will each thrust of Sam’s hard length, but you couldn’t care about the mess on the bed because Sam was making your eyes roll back.

You ran your hands through his hair, tugging lightly when his cockhead rammed your cervix. “Oh, Sam! Fuck!”

“Harder, Sammy. Make her feel it ‘til we get to Huntington, little brother,” Dean coached. Sam listened, fucking into you harder and biting at your shoulder to make you scream. "Shit. She is gonna be dripping cum for days, ain't she?"

Sam sucked at your shoulder, grunting as he came deep inside you. He stayed inside for a few moments before kissing you and pulling out. "If she gets pregnant, it's mine," Sam said, leaning back to look between your legs. "Cause that's all you." He pointed at the mess on the sheets and Dean laughed.

"Shut up, Sammy. For all we know, one of my swimmers got to the goal before you even got in her."

You laughed at their bickering and shook your head, turning on your side and getting comfortable. "If I get pregnant, it's both of yours. You're both responsible and there will be no paternity test so shush."

"Yes, ma'am," Dean said, chuckling as they both settled down next to you, each setting a hand against your lower belly.

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"Why is it that Jack doesn't really sleep but you do?" Charlie asked the next day. You were approaching Huntington, 17 miles according to the last highway sign you passed, and Charlie had started in on 20 Questions several miles back.

"Guess it's a learned thing. I was raised in a universe with no magic so I was less angel grace and more human soul. Soul means sleep. So now it's a habit." You shrugged. "The more nephil-y I get, though, the more time I spend lying there pretending to sleep."

"Interesting, so you are from a completely different universe than your boyfriends?"

"Yeah. I'm from a completely different universe from the one I was raised in, too. It's complicated."

Charlie gestured at the empty road ahead of you. "We have time."

You smiled. "Okay. So, my father...the same archangel as Jack's father just from a different universe…" You didn't want to say the word 'Lucifer'. You weren't sure how she'd take it. "He feared his enemies would use me against him so he sent me away. Gathered up three of his best angels, opened a portal and sent me to the universe where I was raised. I was always an outcast. I knew I was different, that I didn't belong in the situations I found myself in...meth addict mom, convict dad…"

You trailed off, thinking of your 'parents', before clearing your throat. "I became a witch. I just knew I was made for power so I went to where the power seemed to be…but I was the only witch in my universe with anything close to it. It took a few years but eventually I did a spell that, well, it was too big to keep me in that place and I got bounced to their world." You nodded your head at the men. "From there it was a snowball of learning and growing more powerful and falling in love and...running away and...finding family in the most unlikely places…"

"So how powerful are you?" Charlie asked. She shrugged when you turned to look at her. "It's a valid question. You're half archangel. Does that make you half as strong as your father, or what?"

"Stronger," Jack answered from ahead of you. "That's why they're scared of us."

"The human soul is a powerful thing. Arguably more powerful than archangel grace," you explained. "And we've got both."

"And you can do...anything?"

"Not anything. There's gotta be limits."

"What are your limits?"

Your cheeks heated up as you looked at your feet. "I don't know. I haven't found one yet."

"So do you think you can kill him? Michael?"

You stopped in your tracks. "We're not here to kill anyone."

"He's committing genocide of the human race! He's destroying all of us! What, this isn't your world so you don't care?" Charlie accused.

"That's not fair. I'm not a killer. I'm just here to save my-my-"

"You might be able to end this, save the few human beings left and you're gonna stand on some principle that doesn't even matter in war?!"

"It's not my war!" you shouted.

"Hey. We can discuss plans in Huntington, huh?" Dean said, stepping over and wrapping his arms around you. He walked you ahead of the group, arm still around your shoulders. "I know you don't wanna think about it, but you gotta consider what might need to happen."

You stiffened and shook your head. "I don't harm people, Dean. Celestials count."

"Okay, but if we go in there and we can't get Mom out without a confrontation, you and Jack are the only cards we got to play against an archangel," he reminded you quietly, pulling out of the embrace. "Now, I'm sure Jack would have no problem harmin' a celestial to protect the people he cares about, but are you really gonna put that all on him?"

You glared over at him, tears pricking the edges of your eyes. "Are you really gonna put this all on me?"

"I don't want to. You know I don't want to, but if we're going in there, you have to be willing to do what needs to be done."

"So if I'm not willing to kill what amounts to my uncle...you're gonna leave me behind?" you spit out as Sam walked up. Dean didn't answer, just biting his bottom lip.

"What's going on?" Sam asked.

"She's mad at me," Dean responded.

You scoffed at him, shaking a bit in your anger. You weren't just mad at him. You were livid that he would even try to suggest that you might have to kill someone.

"Hey, you okay?" Sam asked.

"I'm fine. Let's just get moving." You stomped to the front of the pack, ignoring everyone's attention as you marched toward Huntington.

You could hear the group talking behind you. "I don't want to, either," Jack said. "But I…I know I can. I will if I have to."

"We don't want either of you to have to, Jack," Sam said. "But...if stealth doesn't work...if we have to fight…"

"I can fight. Even if Y/n won't, I will."

"You are a child!" you said, turning on your heel and glaring at the group. "You shouldn't even be considering it! The fact that-"

"He's a nuke! You both are!" Dean exclaimed. "And if you wanna act like your Rede is more important than your life or ours, then you need to stay behind! Stick it out in Huntington until we get back with Mom!"

"I fucking got us here and you're trying to bench me?! Fuck you!" You spun around and suddenly appeared in front of the 'City of Huntington, West Virginia' sign. You took a deep breath and flopped down in the dirt in front of the faded welcome. You let your frustrated tears spill, hoping they would run dry before the group caught up to you.

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Her heart clenched painfully as she caught sight of you. They had transferred you from the Cradle to a bed when you seemed stable enough to heal on your own. She dragged a chair closer to your side and sat there watching your steady breathing while holding one of your hands carefully avoiding the many IVs.

They had apparently cleaned you up before transferring you because now you didn't look like you went ten rounds bare-fisted with a chainsaw. Only a few blotches of blood on your arms remained along with some flecks along your hairline and ears.

She gently brushed the stray hair away from your face, taking extra care not to touch the oxygen mask strapped to you. she took note of the color and length of your hair now. She smiled knowing that you had always preferred to keep it this way. the color was also returning to your skin. Aside from the many bandages, you looked exactly like how she remembered you.

She held your hand to her lips and closed her eyes as she allowed the relief to wash over her. The tension on her shoulders relaxed and the lines on her forehead smoothened.

" Are you praying, Natasha?"

"Oh my god!" Natasha jumped at the sudden unfamiliar voice. Quick as light she had drawn one of the knives she always kept on her person and pointed it at the threat.

What her eyes met though was a fresh faced boy who looked like he couldn't be much older than Peter. He was sitting up two beds over looking at her with curious eyes and a wide boyish grin. He reminded her of a puppy or an excitable child.

He didn't seem phased at the fact that she had just drawn a knife on him and that she knew at least 70 ways of killing him instantly with it. It was only when she followed his movements and watched as he ripped off several IVs attached to his arm that she recalled who he was. The blonde boy was who brought you here on the brink of death in his arms.

She was slightly embarassed that she overlooked the presence of another person in her vicinity. So much for her world class spy reputation. She blamed Banner and his damn sedative.

"Jack," the boy said as he rubbed the spot the IVs were.

Natasha blinked. "What?"

"I'm not god. I'm just," he paused. "Jack."

His smile widened as he slowly approached your bed. A sudden urge to protect you bloomed in Natasha's chest but Jack looked decidedly non- threatening with his Bambi aura. It was confusing as hell to her.

He leaned in closer to examine you with his  head tilting to the side and a small furrow on the bridge of his nose as he focused. Satisfied, he turned his head to Natasha and beamed happily at her.

"You have saved her. I am truly grateful, Natasha."

"You know who I am?" she asked resolved to at least getting some answers from this boy disorienting though as he was.

He nodded his head excitedly. "She talks about you all the time! She talks so ..." he paused seemingly trying to think of the right word.

" Fondly," he decided proudly. "She always talks so fondly of you and you would know better than anyone how she gets when she tells her stories. I feel like I've always known you."

A knowing smile crept on her lips at the memory. Yes, you did have a habit of telling vivid stories with the goal to make sure whoever was listening feel like they were reliving it with you. Her heart warmed at the thought of you telling other people about her.

There were questions burning a hole in Natasha's mind. She couldn't help but take advantage of Jack's accommodating nature.

"Jack?"

"Yes, Natasha?"

" Are you - ?" she started.

He smiled knowingly. "Like her you mean? Well, yes. I guess you could say..." he paused again trying to find the correct term.

"You could say we're related. Like cousins!"

Her eyebrows raised high and her mouth opened in surprise. This was complete news to her. A thousand other questions sprung from one answer, but she didn't get a chance to ask because Jack suddenly slumped over with both hands gripping his head. He whined and grunted in pain as the high pitched ringing attacked his senses.

"Jack, are you okay?" Natasha asked urgently going around to check on Jack. She remembered that you would have episodes like that too. You always waived it off and said it was just a chronic migraine. She knew it was just an excuse to keep her from worrying and she wondered now if Jack would do the same.

"I'm good. Just a bad headache," he said with a forced smile. You certainly were related, Natasha thought.

"You shouldn't even be standing yet. You came in pretty banged up too," she grabbed his arm and urged him back to bed.

He waived her off and tried to straighten up. "I am completely fine."

He slowly turned back to your unconscious form, his eyes betraying the emotions he felt: gratitude, guilt, and a firey determination. There was a beat of silence where he only stared at you before speaking again.

"We're all completely fine because of her."

Natasha was surprised and grew more confused, but she pushed at the opportunity to find out more. The curiousity getting the better of her.

"Jack, tell me what happened," she swallowed the lump in her throat. She wanted answers but she was scared to know what you had gotten into to end up inches from death and needing 36 vials of super soldier serum to stabilize you.

Jack smiled sheepishly at her. "You'll find out soon enough. Besides, I think your friends are back. I wouldn't want to interrupt."

Natasha tried to not get frustrated at Jack's cryptic words. Whatever she was going to reply got caught in her throat though as her attention shifted  toward the sound of the doors swinging open. A voice she thought she would never hear again filtered through.

"Hey, Red," the unmistakable teasing tone of Sam Wilson rang in her ears coupled with his signature smirk.

Her eyes widened in disbelief. This couldn't be real. He vanished with the Snap. As if the universe knew she needed further proof, one by one they started filing into the room quickly crowding the small space.

"It's really us, Nat," Wanda said her eyes filled with tears holding her arms slightly open to invite her friend for a long overdue embrace.

She resisted the urge to rub her eyes for fear that it might dissolve the wonderful illusion in front of her.

She soaked up each face that she had missed terribly for the last 5 years and haunted her dreams all the while she felt her heart break and piece back together simultaneously.

She finally gave in and threw herself onto Wanda's waiting arms staining each other's shirts with tears as they clung to each other tightly. She went from one tearful reunion to another until the fear that this was all just a cruel dream had vanished.

Jack was right. Her friends were back.

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"Tony. Bruce. We need to get her in the Cradle," she said frantically.

" Nat, I - " Bruce started before stopping himself. Even the Cradle couldn't heal that much blood loss. "I'm sorry - "

"There's still a pulse. Just do it!" she screamed in frustration, tears pouring down her face. "Now!" Seeing the look on Natasha's usually stoic face jolted everyone else into action. Tony and Bruce ran out to fire up the Cradle. Steve fell to his knees next to Natasha, scooped up the unknown woman, and sprinted to the Medical Bay. Thor picked up the unconscious boy and rushed after Steve.

The rest of them took Natasha and herded her toward the rest. Everything felt hazy to her, the voices around her sounded like they were underwater and she barely registered their arrival at the Medical Bay. All she could picture was your unconscious body and your blood staining through her clothes.

There was so much blood. She couldn't understand why there was so much blood. She couldn't grasp why you were dying.

"Nat, you have to see this," Tony beckoned from the screens. Bruce stood beside him with the same puzzled look on his face. Natasha crossed the room in large quick strides and scanned the monitors.

They had put both you and the boy in separate Cradles. The boy's scans showed that the cradle was working as intended. Yours however... She swallowed thickly.

"I don't understand this, Nat." Tony mumbled while toggling quickly through different screens trying to grasp for an explanation.

"What's happening to them?" Steve asked paying no mind to the blood that was covering a good part of his midsection. He felt strangely protective toward the girl in particular.

"The boy is responding extremely well. He's healing at an abnormally rapid pace," Bruce started to explain while shooting a meaningful look at Nat. "The girl's condition is more complicated. The Cradle has slowed it down but it looks like her cells are destroying each other. Her insides are disintegrating as we speak."

"I've never seen anything like this," Tony ran a hand through his face. "She's basically eating herself alive."

What the hell did you do? Natasha squeezed her eyes shut and her fists clenched. She was pissed off at you now. Years apart and this was how you two would reunite? She couldn't accept that. She won't accept it. There had to be a way.

Her eyes suddenly snapped open and she turned her head to your dying figure. A memory from her youth sprang onto the forefront of her mind. It was the sole instance that you were sick or injured enough to need the infirmary.

"Bruce, we need to use the serum on her."

Bruce opened and closed his mouth. He shook his head. Surely he misheard her.

"Nat, you can't mean what I think you mean."

Tony ignored Bruce's hesitation and rushed across the room to the shelves filled with various concoctions. He made a beeline for one cabinet in particular that the rest of the team never saw open. He pressed his palm on the wood and a scanner suddenly appeared. A light beep sounded followed by a ray of light where Tony aligned his eyes to. A lock clicked open and he wrenched the cabinet open ignoring the freezing cold air from inside as he retrieved a tray stocked with 36 clear vials.

Steve stilled as he recognized the labels. "Is that - ?"

"The same Jamba Juice order that created you and Winter Bear? Yup!" Tony interrupted him. He took the tray and went directly to where you lay unmoving in the Cradle. He pressed a few buttons on the side and a compartment opened perfectly sized for the vials.

"You've been working on this? On super soldiers?" Steve fumed. He wasn't sure if he was more angry or disgusted. This kind of science was beyond dangerous.

"It's called a side project, Cap. You should try to find one too," Tony replied totally focused on prepping the vials to put into the machine.

"Tony, this is no time to joke!"

At Steve's reprimand, Tony stopped what he was doing to stand face to face with him.

"You're right, Cap. This is no time for jokes, but neither is it time for your patented brand of righteousness," Tony said through gritted teeth. "Right now a girl is dying in the compound. I don't know who the fuck she is or what she is for that matter, but she matters to Nat. I don't know about you, but I'm going to trust Nat's lead on this one. You can chew us out after we save Nat's friend."

Steve's jaw clenched and he was struggling to control his anger. He looked at Nat and saw the heartbreak on her face. He was reminded of Bucky and that was enough to change his mind. He turned back to Tony and nodded.

"Where do you need me?"

Tony sighed in relief. "Beside the Cradle. She might thrash around when the serum gets injected. That lid needs to remain closed."

They all took their places and Bruce signalled to Tony that he could initialize. A flip of a switch and the Cradle whirred. Steve could see through the glass pane how multiple needles were now puncturing your skin. He winced and couldn't help but look away.

"I think it's working," Bruce whispered. "But I don't think it's enough to save her."

"Put another dose in," Natasha said plainly.

"Nat," Bruce warned carefully. "That's twice what was even put in Steve."

Tony pulled out more vials and placed them in the compartment. He flipped the switch and the needles descended on you once more. Natasha's heart warmed at Tony taking her side.

"She's stabilizing but her cells are still consuming itself," Bruce stated gripping his hair the tension getting to him.

"Give her more," Natasha ordered.

Everyone looked at her with shock. Even Tony hesitated now. She knew it was risky, but you could either definitely die or just maybe die. She had to take that chance. She looked at each and every person in that room.

"Please," she begged her voice thick with emotion. "I can't lose her too."

"Fuck it." Tony's voice broke through the tense silence following Natasha's words.

He promptly grabbed all the remaining bottles on the tray and stuffed them in the compartment. The machine came to life once more louder than the previous times and for what felt like forever it was the only sound in the room as they waited for the results.

Bruce could feel all eyes on him, but he willed his unease to the side to focus on the vitals projected on the screens.

"Oh my god," Bruce mumbled.

"What? What is it?" Natasha asked though she was afraid of the answer. She had closed her eyes and looked away from the monitors, too scared to see she had failed you.

"She's stable."

Natasha's eyes snapped open and searched the monitors, desperately praying that Bruce was telling the truth. Then she saw it. Your cells were no longer ripping you apart. Your internal organs seemed to be rebuilding and your wounds looked to be stitching itself together.

Her knees suddenly gave beneath her and she fell to the floor. It was Clint who caught her and held her as the hysteria finally took over. She sobbed loudly and laughed in relief. She was exhausted but you were alive. You were going to live.

Natasha didn't notice that Bruce had crept behind her with a sedative loaded syringe. the formidable assassin would give him hell later for getting the drop on her, but for now she needed help to calm down. There would be time later for answers.

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"Come on, Cap. Are you really more upset that I'm doing it or that I didn't tell you?"

Steve's jaw clenched as Tony hit a nerve. In truth he felt insulted that his teammate was running a project they didn't sanction as a group, but more than that he felt betrayed that his friend had kept this from him knowing how strongly he felt about it.

"You can't really expect me to let you continue with whatever ridiculous plan you have."

"Ridiculous plan? Have you seen this last plan we're cooking up? The one you came to me about?" Tony pointed out with a scoff.

"That serum is dangerous and you know it," Steve tried to reason. "You know what that thing has done to me, Bucky, and countless others. No matter who's hands it's in, they will abuse it and the poor idealistic bastards are the ones paying the price! It doesn't matter if it's the government or Hydra, Tony. It's all the same."

Tony watched as Steve's face showed the turmoil he was feeling. He noticed then that Steve wasn't covered in your blood anymore unlike Tony. Once they had you stabilized and Nat sedated, Steve had left for a shower to calm himself down before going to confront Tony. Considering how well Tony knew how touchy this subject was for him, he acknowledged that he was doing a hell of a job controlling his anger.

A shower didn't even cross Tony's mind. His hands and nails had your blood drying on them and Pepper would definitely insist that he he throw this shirt away. After things had calmed in the Med Bay and he had provided instructions to the nurses to clean you uo, he grabbed the few remaining bottles of the serum and a sample of your blood before locking himself in his lab. His mind was reeling with scenario after scenario that he needed to test. who had time for a shower?

He watched Steve take a slow sharp inhale. Before he could further voice his irritation, Tony decided that it was time for the truth. He gave a small sad smile to his long time friend which seemed to calm his anger for the time being.

"Do you know what my last thoughts were when I was dying alone in space?" So maybe he was going to try guilt tripping him first. He thought it would set the mood and the sudden wince on Steve's face told him it was working.

"I thought about our team. How were you all coping? If any of you were coping at all. Because even if I was the one floating isolated in space with bionic smurf, I knew that each one of you felt just as alone and dissociated as I did."

"Tony..." Steve started as his face fell but he couldn't seem to find the words. What was there even to say? How do you even begin to verbalize that kind of despair and guilt? Tony knew his friend wasn't going to say anything else so he continued if only to be done with this sentimental moment. If he was being perfectly honest though, some part of him wanted Steve to understand. He wanted them to be on the same side.

"By some miracle, I survived and now we're asking for another miracle so soon for this plan that's insane even by our standards. There are so many variables that we can only guess at best," Tony's voice suddenly cracked before adding softly.

"I'm scared, Cap."

Steve swallowed the lump in his throat and couldn't seem to break eye contact with Tony at his rare display of vulnerability and honesty. He had expected more sarcastic comments or outright dismissal of the issue. The snap had really changed them all.

"We're all scared, Tony," he tried to reassure him only to be met with a slow shake of his brunette head.

"Not the same, Cap. Most of you have nothing left to lose while I'm putting everything on the line. Again."

The sick churning of guilt was back in Steve's stomach. He looked away from Tony this time, choosing instead to stare at a wrench on the work table while Tony continued.

"What if we fail again? What if this time a superpowered alien can't bring me back?"

"That won't happen! I won't let that happen." Steve said with a renewed determination.

" What if, Cap? What then?" Tony persisted. "I told you when I came back where my priorities are. If we fail or if I don't come back, what kind of world would be left for Morgan? Who's to say another Thanos won't crawl out of the woodworks?"

Steve tried to even out his breathing as he processed Tony's words. Suddenly it all snapped into place in his mind.

"You're trying to create the next Avengers."

"Bingo," Tony answered tapping the tip of his nose with his finger. He was trying to give the next generation every advantage possible.

"I understand," Steve said slowly,

"But you don't like it?"

"It's a hell of a risky bet putting that back into the world. A lot of bad has happened because of it," Steve said the pain evident in his voice.

"It's done a lot of good too, Cap," Tony said pointedly at him a small smile playing at his lips.

He made a small smirk in return. "Alright, but I'm going to be involved in that project from now on."

Tony rolled his eyes playfully but he was relieved that the issue was closed for now.

"And the girl?"

Tony groaned loudly and flung his arms in the air.

"Really, Rogers? I bare my soul to you and five seconds later you ask about another woman? I thought we were having a moment."

It was Steve's turn to roll his eyes at Tony's fake indignation. A part of him was grateful that he was back to his usual sass, the tension in the room considerably easing.

"You were a little too quick to take Nat's side so that makes me think that you at least have some idea of who she is. Is she another contingency plan?"

Tony tilted his head toward the monitors behind him that were still processing through data. He clicked his tongue and gave a small shrug, not yet ready to share this with Steve until he had more information.

"I'll let you know what I find out, but I'm leaving you to interrogate Nat when she wakes up. She's going to be in such a great mood," he said a giddy smile on his face.

Steve sighed. He was not looking forward to grilling a forcefully sedated Natasha especially when the person she so clearly holds dear is still unconscious.

"Tony. Captain Rogers," FRIDAY interrupted. Steve looked at the ceiling out of habit seemingly looking for the source. A part of him still can't seem to get used to all of today's technology.

"This is to alert you of an aircraft originating from Wakanda making its descent on the west field. Pilot onboard has requested your prescience upon landing."

Tony's forehead furrowed in worry. "Thank you, sweetie. Inform the rest of the team to meet us there."

"Okoye didn't tell me anything about coming to the compound this soon. Last she said, Wakanda was keeping her busy," Steve said curiously as he and Tony rushed outside.

Steve squinted his eyes and used his hand to shield his vision from the blinding afternoon sun. He heard the rest of the team come out of the compound and stand beside them as the large black jet approached.

The sound of the jet's wings and wheels adjusting echoed through the field. Steve could practically taste the anticipation rolling off his team who were all subtly coiled defensively and poised to grab their weapons at the moment it's necessary.

As the jet touched down, the sound of thrusters came from behind them and zipped past in a blur of silver and red. the team tensed anticipating an attack, but a familiar gleeful cackle stilled.

"On your left, Cap!"

Another laugh rang out from the flier at the comically wide eyes of the team on the ground who followed his movement as he landed with a thump by the entrance of the aircraft that was now opening revealing its passengers one by one.

"Stop showing off, Wilson."

It was Steve who made the first tentative steps toward the group who was disembarking. His face was scrunched in disbelief and confusion."

"Bucky?" he asked softly to the second person who had spoken.

"Hi, punk," Bucky greeted with a serene smile. "You didn't do anything stupid while I was gone, did 'ya?"

Steve didn't answer. He simply ran towards Bucky and clutched his bestfriend tight, needing the physical reassurance that he was really there. Bucky hugged him just as tight, relieved that they were reunited.

"I thought I'd never see you again. I thought I'd never see any of you again. I'm so sorry, Buck."

Bucky pulled away to shoot him a reassuring smile. "I promised you, 'til the end of the line. This ain't the end, Stevie."

Steve let the tears cloud his vision as he pulled his lifelong friend into another suffocating hug. This seemed to jolt the rest into action as they moved to greet the rest.

"My friends!" Thor wobbled, his belly jiggling as he ran with

Rocket and Nebula close behind him. Rocket had launched himself onto Groot who affectionately wrapped his branches around the raccoon.

"Mr. Stark!" Peter excitedly ran to meet Tony halfway. He was still staring at the boy slack-jawed. "It was so weird. I was gone, but also not gone and the next thing I know Dr. Strange was whipping us to Wakanda and he kept saying there was an uncalculated factor but that we were all back and now we're here and you look like your going to vomit. Are you okay?"

Tony barely heard the information Peter had fired at him in rapid succession in his usual flustered way. He grabbed the boy by his shoulders and crushed him to his chest. Peter was safe. They were all back. How that was even possible will have to wait until later. For now, they needed to live in this moment.

"Stark," clint's voice came tentatively from beside him. "I have to go."

Tony nodded his understanding and tossed a genuinely joyful smile, the first in years, to the archer.

"Take the jet. Go see your family."

Clint didn't have to be told twice. A few minutes later, the sound of a jet's engine filled the field once more.

"Where's Nat?" Wanda asked looking around and frowning when she couldn't find Nat's face.

"She's in the Med Bay," Tony said simply still staring at Peter.

"Is she hurt?" Wanda said in alarm her voice quickly rising.

"No, no, no," Bruce quickly corrected. "She's just sedated but she's fine."

Wanda looked to Steve still frowning in confusion and worry. Sedated didn't sound any better than injured.

"It's a long story," Stere assured her. "Come on. We'll go see her now."

"You guys go ahead. I'll hang back at the lab," Bruce said sheepishly and rubbed the back of his head as they all filed into the compound.

"What's wrong, big guy? You scared Nat's going to give you hell for sedating her against her will?" Tony teased.

"Yes," Bruce answered with zero hesitation earning a laugh from the whole group.

For the first time in years, a now foreign feeling was warming their hearts. A feeling so new to them now that they were hesitant to trust it. Optimism.

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"What do you want, Orli?"

"I need to know what to expect in Apocalypse World. We're gonna go save-"

"Death." He interrupted. "Expect death, because that Michael... that Michael is not my Michael. That Michael's gonna tear you apart. Look, I don't see the point, kid. Mary Winchester's already dead."

"No, she's not. She's in that cage thing you were in. Iron Maiden-y thing." You shook your head. "I know things, but not enough. I need to know everything about that universe."

Lucifer rolled his eyes and set the burger down, stretching his hand out as far as the shackles would allow. You grasped it and Lucifer's eyes went red as his memories of the other universe flooded your head. You stood, taking a few steadying breaths as you let go of his hand. "Thanks. That's good enough for me."

"You're gonna die."

"Maybe. But I still like our odds. You've got the two most resilient hunters in history, a broken angel who's just as, if not more so, resilient and two Archangel Nephilim who're hellbent to prove their worth. Team Free Will 2.0. I'd bet on us."

"Don't take my son there! I haven't even met him, yet! Don't-" Lucifer struggled against his shackles as you walked out of the room.

"Jack will come see you when he's ready and not a moment sooner." You shouted back over your shoulder. Sam and Dean were waiting in the hallway, both checking your expression for signs of wear. "Got what we needed."

"You okay?" Sam asked.

You nodded. "Yeah. Just itchin' to get your mom home."

"Us, too."

You followed them into the library where Cas and Jack were talking.  Cas had an exasperated look on his face and he turned a silent plea to you as you walked up. "Sup?"

Jack turned to you, innocent eyes shining with confusion. "Are you and Sam trying to conceive a child?"

"I'm sorry, what?" You asked as Sam and Dean coughed to cover their laughter.

"Well, I know how I was created. My mother told me and, earlier, it seemed like you were trying to procreate with Sam."

Your jaw dropped a little as you looked at your boyfriends, who both gave an amused shake of their heads and gestured to you. "Really? You're gonna make his sister field this question?" They both just leaned against the library table and folded their arms over their chests, matching smirks on their faces. "I see how it is. Assholes."

You turned to Jack with a nod. "I got this. See, Chuck, our grandfather, he created the world to be self-sustaining, right, and he needed the human population to be self-sustaining, too, because he was planning to disappear for several millennia. He wanted humans to procreate without having to be told to. Like, you know how animals have mating cycles and they, like, go into heat or whatever? That's them being told to copulate, and Chuck didn't want that for humans. So he made the act of copulation feel amazing, that way we'd wanna copulate all the time." You paused to make sure your words were sinking in before continuing. "Humans are clever, though, and they've figured out a bunch of ways to copulate without procreating. That's what Sam and I were doing. Not trying to turn you into an uncle, yet, Jack."

Jack looked down, thoughtfully. "How do you not procreate?" He asked, curiously.

"Oh, the simplest, cheapest, most effective way is a condom. Keeps the creation materials separate from each other. But there's also hormone birth control and surgical options, like vasectomies and tubal ligation, as well as a few others like this weird foam that I've never seen anyone actually buy but someone, somewhere, must 'cause the company still makes it."

Jack blinked several times. "Oh. Okay." He nodded, then smiled.

"You got any more questions, I'm here, bro."

"Thank you." He almost bounced as he walked away.

You turned to Sam, Dean and Cas, who all looked a bit dumbfounded. "You answered that like, like Dr. Ruth." Dean stammered.

"Thank you. I... didn't know how to explain it to him." Castiel said, sheepishly.

You smiled. "It's all good. You've never been good at the whole 'sex ed' talk. You didn't even try with me. I got all my base info from Penthouse, Playboy and the local Planned Parenthood."

"Ah, yes. The three 'P's of sex." Dean said with a nod and a smirk.

"Yeah. You get your hopes up with the fantasy sold by the skin mags, then you go to the clinic to get your dose of sexual reality."

"What, we're not Penthouse-worthy?" Sam asked, smirking.

"Sex with you two doesn't count. You're Biblical heroes, which is probably the only reason you can keep up with the half-angel wonder witch. Gods know you're the only ones ever have." Sam was still smirking at you and your brow furrowed, slightly. "What?"

"You said 'yet'." Sam answered.

"Yeah, she did." Dean nodded, his own smirk on his face. "You said you're not trying to make Jack an uncle, yet."

You nodded, then shook your head as you started to walk out of the library. "Yeah, well, let's get your mother back from Apocalypse World before we start trying to make her a grandma, okay?"

Dean followed you. "Okay, well... can we go copulate without procreating, then?"

"Really, Dean?" You scoffed, turning to him in the hall outside the kitchen.

"What?"

"It's been, like, two hours since I was in with Sam."

"What, you don't wanna?" Dean asked, giving you his absolute best puppy dog eyes.

"Of course I do." You laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down for a kiss. He pushed you into the wall, picking you up and hitching your legs around his waist.

He thrust his erection against your core and pulled back to look in your eyes, smiling. "Reminds me of our first time."

"Against the wall at Miralda's club? Ooh, you were in that tux." You cooed, slightly.

"And you were in that dress with no panties on." He kissed along your jaw.

"Bedroom, Dean! Jack doesn't need a visual aid to y/n's lesson!" Sam called from down the hallway.

You laughed as Dean carried you off toward his bedroom.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You weren't focused, that's what did it. As you and Jack joined hands to open the portal to Apocalypse World, your mind moved seamlessly, and of its own accord, from the memories Lucifer donated of the other universe to the memories he'd dug up of your own universe. So, when the five of you stepped through the tear in space-time, you appeared on the other side in a bright and beautiful landscape that looked nothing like what you were looking for. You gasped, realizing immediately that you'd taken everyone to the wrong place, and dropped your brother's hands. The rip closed almost instantly. "Fuck!" You spun around, helplessly, and looked at the men surrounding you. "I'm so sorry! This isn't the right universe."

Sam put a hand on your shoulder. "It's okay. We can try again."

"I'm sorry. I... You know it's gonna take a bit of..."

"We can rest here. It doesn't seem particularly dangerous." Castiel said, trying to soothe you.

"This is all my fault. I suck... I'm so sorry."

"You don't suck." Dean said, automatically, then chuckled.

"Don't." You shook your head. "I am not in a good place for sexual innuendo."

"In your endo." He responded, making you smile despite yourself. "There you go. This is fine. Where do you think we are, huh?" That last bit was directed at Cas.

"I'm not certain, but... this universe is pulsing with Heaven's grace. I believe we're safe." The angel responded.

"All right. Let's take a look at that building over there. If it's as empty as it looks, we'll set up there and try again tomorrow." Dean directed and everyone followed him to an abandoned building a few feet away.

The building was, indeed, abandoned and you watched everyone mill around for a while before walking outside to look around the immediate area. "Who are you?" A voice behind you caught your attention and you turned to the newcomer. *Naomi.* "How do you know my name?"

"I..."

"What have you found, Naomi?" An intimately familiar voice called, appearing behind Naomi.

"I don't know, sir."

Sam Winchester's multichromatic eyes fell on you, then burned red. His lips twisted into a smile. "Orli. You're home."

"Dad. You're..."

He looked down at his body, Sam's body, and ran his hands down the front of his white suit jacket. "Yes, I do look quite a bit different than you remember, don't I? It took a while to wear him down, the Winchesters are so stubborn, but I eventually got my true vessel." He looked up and smiled at you. "You've grown so much."

"It's been a few decades."

"Yes, it has, hasn't it? Where are Zachariah, Uriel and Castiel?"

You looked down. "Um... the soldiers you sent to protect me, they're... still in that other... the universe you sent us."

"They hurt you?" He asked, stepping forward, white loafers crunching against the gravel.

"No, of course not."

"Orli." He tucked his finger under your chin and forced you to look up into his eyes. He sighed and looked a little disappointed as he shook his head. "I should have known. I placed too much trust in Castiel."

"No. It's not Castiel's fault, or Zachariah's. It's just... how things ended up, okay? And I've met a much nicer Castiel in another universe and..." You looked down. It was weird to look up into Sam's eyes and see Lucifer behind them. "Sam and Dean Winchester. Both still very stubborn and..."

"y/n!" Dean called out, walking out of the building with Sam following. Dean's jaw clenched as his eyes fell on Lucifer. It must've reminded him of Zachariah's End-verse or possibly of Lucifer before Sam jumped in the pit.

"Dean!" You reach out and took Dean's hand, hoping to calm some of his rage and panic. "I've figured out where we are. I must've subconsciously wanted to see home. This is... Lucifer... my Lucifer, my dad."

"You never said 'yes'?" Lucifer asked Sam, who was understandably uncomfortable.

"He did, but... things in that universe are very complicated. Like... in their universe, you're the Michael." You answered, smiling at Sam before turning back to Lucifer who looked confused. "God gave the key to the Darkness' prison to you in their universe, so..."

"So, I was the one corrupted." Lucifer concluded.

You nodded. "That's actually fairly common across the multiverse. As far as I can tell, there are not very many universes where Michael is the corrupted one. It's usually you... which is why they're looking at you like that." You took a deep breath. "I do wonder, though... where are the humans?" You asked, looking around.

"Many died in the battle. It was unfortunate and I tried to prevent as much loss as I could, but many went home to Heaven that day." Lucifer looked a bit sad as he said it, but then he smiled. "But those who survived, they've been given paradise on Earth. I have fixed the damage my brother inspired, I've fixed all damage to my father's planet and people. There is peace and love in each and every child of this Earth. Naomi will show you. I will find you when you're settled."

Naomi turned on her heel and started to walk away as Lucifer disappeared. Dean wrapped his arm around you as you started to walk after your father's soldier. "He's wearing Sam." You whispered. "That's so awkward. That, that body-"

Dean nodded. "Well, at least we know your Uncle Mike won't be showin' up in my body anytime soon." He tried to joke, but it didn't seem honest.

"Yeah, 'cause Lucifer smote the crap out of him." Sam said, taking your hand in his. You could tell he needed it more he was willing to admit, so you squeezed his hand and gave him a smile.

"Everything'll be okay. We just gotta hang around here in... paradise for a while and then we can go save Mary like we planned." You smiled at him and kissed the back of his hand.

You stopped short when your eyes fell on a meadow filled with thousands of people, all completely nude. "Wha-"

"We have returned them to the state they were in before their banishment from the Garden. Innocent, without shame or fear." Naomi said, proudly.

"They're straight-up fucking over there." Dean whispered, pointing to a couple in the middle of the field. They weren't the only ones.

"Yes, all of their needs are met here, including their carnal ones." Naomi said, turning to you. "Now, as you are human, you must disrobe so that you will not stand out. We don't want them to ask questions."

"Um, what?" Sam said.

"Do you know who I am?" You couldn't ever remember using that sentence, but it came out, easily. "I'm Lucifer's daughter."

Naomi rolled her eyes and snapped her fingers and the three of you were suddenly nude. "Go enjoy paradise until Lucifer finds you." She directed before disappearing.

"Well, you know..." Dean looked down at you. "When in Rome." He smirked and picked you up.

"What are you doing?" You asked, shaking your head as he walked you into the meadow and dropped you to the soft grass.

"Seems as good a time as any to make our mom a grandma, right? Everyone else is doin' it." He laid himself over you and started to kiss your neck.

"Dean, I... fuck, you... I wasn't planning to... yet..." You moaned as Sam dropped down next to you and kissed you, sweetly.

"Why put it off?" Sam said, looking into your eyes. "We want you to have our babies. You want to have our babies. If we fuck you together, you won't even know which of us is the father. It'll be perfect."

You snorted and sat up. "This is not... this is not happening. We've got more important things to deal with than your... breeding kink."

"Our what?" They asked together.

"I spent too much time on tumblr when I was in Muggle-world, but if you're so keen on knocking me up, boys, we can work on that after we complete our mission." You conjured clothes and handed a pile to each of them. "I really wanted to like Naomi when she showed up with Cas on the show, 'cause I loved Stargate, but damn..."

"So, how much time did you spend interacting with the fans, 'cause-" Sam started, pulling his jeans up his legs.

"Oh, don't worry. I didn't read the wincest stuff." Their faces were a mix of shock and disgust. "And I completely avoided the destiel stuff, except... okay, I read a couple, but they were by really good writers who captured your characters really well."

"Me... and Cas?"

"Yeah. Which is super awkward since Cas is my mom, but not as awkward as that." You pointed at Lucifer walking into the meadow, people bowing at his feet as he went.

"Orli." Lucifer smiled. "What do you think of Paradise on Earth?"

"It's beautiful. But... this is all that's left? Of humanity, this is it?"

"Unfortunately, yes. But remember... Father started with just two and they multiplied like bugs, numbering in the billions before they were wiped out."

"I'm sure you didn't mean for that to sound so offensive, Dad."

"Of course not." Lucifer smiled as he sat on the grass, gesturing for you and the Winchesters to do the same. He gave you a reverent look and smiled. "You look so like your mother."

You bit the inside of your lip, trying to kill the thrill at getting a chance to find out about the woman who birthed you. "Who was she? I mean, what was she like? How did you meet her?"

"She was... no one. She was utterly unremarkable. I think she was a waitress... and I can't really tell you much about her as a person, but... she was really very excited to be your mother, Orli, just as I was very excited to be your father."

"But..." You shook your head, confused. "You can't tell me about her? You created life with her... she died to create life with you and you can't tell me anything about her?"

Sam put his hand on your shoulder as Lucifer shrugged. "I know she was very devout. She wanted to create something beautiful and she did. She created you."

"Her name? Do you, at least, know that?" You asked, trying to keep the anger and disappointment sequestered in your chest where it couldn't hurt anyone but you.

"Karen... Young, I believe her surname was. She was thirty-two when your birth blew her apart." You flinched at the callous imagery. "Don't feel sad, Orli. She knew she wouldn't survive, dear. She was happy to give her life for yours." You swallowed, heavily, and shook your head. You hadn't wanted to think about the fact that your mother had died in an explosion of Nephilim power just like Kelly Kline had, though you had known in the back of your mind that that was what happened to her.

You flew away, not wanting to deal with the way Lucifer was making you feel. You had to take time to remind yourself that even if your Lucifer was the good guy, he was an angel and they weren't notorious for being warm, fuzzy or tactful. Lucifer was a warrior, the General of Heaven's armies, and even so... better than other versions of himself.

Dean found you twenty minutes later, leaning against a tree in the middle of Paradise. "Hey. You're about as good at this Hide and Seek shit as your brother."

"Wasn't hiding." You argued. "Just... needed time."

"You need more? I could walk around a bit, pretend I haven't found you, yet." He offered.

"Is it weird that I miss your Lucifer? I mean, back home, that Lucifer... he's not wearing someone I love... and I just let what he says roll off of me... I'm expecting harsh words from him. This Lucifer, my Lucifer, he's wearing Sam and it's like he just doesn't care about what he says."

"Because he doesn't." Dean knelt down in front of you. "You've seen what the angels are like, y/n. They're dicks. All of 'em except Cas... and he's a damn pariah for being different."

"He's a pariah for a lot of reasons, mostly the angels he killed when the Leviathans were in him, makin' him crazy." Dean nodded. You sighed and stood. "Let's go. We'll grab Sam, go back to the abandoned building. I'm not really interested in my father's Paradise, anymore. I just wanna go save your mom."

"Yeah. Sounds good to me, babe." He wrapped his arm around your shoulder as you walked back toward the place you'd left Sam and Lucifer.

Lucifer smiled when you approached, but Sam stood quickly, like he couldn't wait to leave. You pulled away from Dean and approached Lucifer "It was amazing to meet you, Father, but unfortunately, I... uh, I have to go. We're on a mission to save Sam and Dean's mother from what amounts to a Hell dimension, so... I'll try to come back... after." You promised.

"I understand. Whenever you're ready to take your place by my side, I'll be waiting for you, Orli."

You smiled, tightly. "I don't really think my place is by your side, Lucifer. I think... I know my place is with Sam and Dean. But I'll visit." You nodded at your father and grabbed Sam and Dean's hands, flying them back to the abandoned building, where Cas and Jack were standing around confused.

"Where have you been?" Jack asked, eyes turned down slightly.

"Meeting the parents." Dean said. "First time for everything."

"This is... where I'm from. We were happened upon by... my father. I don't want to talk about it. Can we just open a damn portal and get the fuck out of here, please?" You reached your hand out for Jack's and he let you take it without any argument. You focused hard on Apocalypse World as you opened a sliver in space and when you walked through, you were happy to see what you recognized as the world Michael had destroyed. "Okay. Anybody know where we are?" You asked as everyone else stepped through the rift and it closed behind Dean.

"Northern Kentucky... near Frankfort." Castiel answered.

You took a deep breath and flopped down on the soft grass. "I'm gonna see if I can't find an actual location for your mom. Gimme a minute while I astral outta here." You closed your eyes and pulled your consciousness from your body, following anything that seemed familiar, anything that might come from somewhere other than this horrible place. You found Mary in a church. It was exactly the church Lucifer was in. Michael's base. She was locked in a cinder block room. *Better than the iron maiden cage.*

"Not by much." A voice made you turn. Even if you hadn't seen the show, you'd recognize the archangel with the dark skin and full beard. He was pouring power and it made your heart stop. Mary turned to his voice, but didn't seem to see you. "Now, who exactly are you?"

You had to remind yourself that you were a projection, that he couldn't hurt you from where you were. "Y/n."

"Are you part of the resistance?" Mary seemed confused that he wasn't looking at her as he spoke.

"No. I'm just a curious witch who's-"

"Infiltrated my base in order to find a weakness?"

You shook your head. "Nope. Just trying to find a Winchester."

"You're here for her?" Mary straightened, slightly, as Michael spoke.

You swallowed. "She doesn't belong here, Michael. I'm just trying to get her back where she-"

"You from that same paradise?"

"No, I'm from a different paradise. One where you lost and Lucifer won."

"That's a calumny! My brother could never win!"

"Except he did. I think you'd really like it there. There's barely any humans left. They all live in this one big meadow, like an Eden on Earth. Takes just a few angels to keep them in check. Demons are gone, far as I can tell, and everything's very simple." You swallowed. "I think Lucifer's a bit bored, actually. Not that I stuck around to find out."

"You don't think I'm going to let you take her, do you?" He asked, suddenly.

"Nope." You shrugged. "But we're taking her, anyway."

"We? Who, exactly, do you have with you that you think can stand to me and my army of angels?"

You smiled. "Wouldn't you like to know?" You gasped as you came back to your slumped body. "Morgantown, West Virginia. He's got her in an old, broken-down church with a million wards on it, so we can't just fly in." You stood, brushing off your butt. "He saw me. He knows we're coming."

"Great." Dean groaned.

"But, we can still do this, okay? You've got two Nephilim on your team. We're more powerful than-"

"I have faith in us." Jack said, smiling.

You smiled back and bit your lip before turning to the others. "Your mom looked okay. I think they're just holding onto her to open the gate when they get around to it... the spell from the angel tablet, it requires something from someone who's been on the other side... so..."

"Wait, you know the spell?" Sam asked.

"I've got a pretty good memory, Sam, especially when it comes to spells."

"That's not true. You couldn't even remember the words you used to bring you to our dimension." Dean argued.

"The words didn't do it, Dean, I did. My will did, and besides, I was a bit overwhelmed when Rowena was questioning me, okay? Geez. Anyway, the spell on the tablet is Blood of a Most Holy Man, Fruit from the Tree of Life, archangel Grace and something from someone who's been on the other side. The archangel grace did double duty for Michael's version, because it came from your Lucifer. Not that it matters. You've got me and Jack."

"Yeah, let's just make sure Michael doesn't get you and Jack." Cas said.

"New thing to worry about. Thanks, Cas." You licked your lips and sighed. "Okay, well. Let's get walkin'."