Blank Cards and Infinite Stakes (3/3)
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Part 3:
“Plan A hadn’t worked. Plan B had failed. Everything depended on Plan C, and there was one drawback to this: he had only ever planned as far as B.”
-Terry Pratchett Good Omens
It is said that God loves a drunk. Science has proven that the actual phenomena of drunks coming out of car crashes relatively unharmed is that the person in question is too impaired to tense up before the impact, and that this affects a number of potential strains and injuries.
God’s actual opinion on drunks changes rather frequently, but in the end it’s probably something along the lines of, “They’re my children too.” Asking him is pointless.
What Dean did not know when he arrived at the high school and crashed the prom was that Sam, in his anger, had accepted quite a few drinks from Lee’s flask. Feeling rather loose and inebriated for the first time in his life Sam used the occasion to complain to his friend about his boyfriend and the myriad reasons he was there with Lee and not Dean.
Lee was less than pleased. The result was that Lee drank more heavily from his flask than originally intended.
In Dean’s defense he did everything right upon his arrival to further a romantic comedy. He forced his way past the girl taking tickets, embarrassed himself by calling out for Sam, and risked censure and punishment by the established authority when he took Sam in his arms in front of the crowd and kissed him.
All of that went to plan. What did not fit was when Sam pushed away and quite drunkenly asked, “Are you finally going to go all the way with me?”
Dean knew the look of a drunk all too well. “Sam, what the hell have you been – you know what? Never mind. Look let’s just go and we’ll talk about this in private ok?”
“No. Right here. You tell me right here.” Sam poked at his chest, and Dean took a deep breath and tried to be calm.
“Ok Sammy, but outside. Alright? Outside.”
Dean led the drunk young man out the door and glared when he realized Lee was following.
“Fuck off Lee this isn’t-“
“He can stay ‘til I know. I wanna know Dean. Wanna know if I’m finally good enough for you.”
If Sam had been a little more sober he would have recognized the look of confusion and shock on Dean’s face. “Good enough? Baby it’s never been that. You’re – Jesus Sammy you gotta know I’m not good enough for you. That it’s never been about that.”
Sam’s eyes went wet and huge. “Dean. Ah, Dean. I’m sorry. Sorry.” He threw his arms around his boyfriend and held on. “You’re just as good. Better. I’m just – Dean.”
And that would have been fine. If Dean had simply plucked Sam up, taken him home, and made things go from there everything would have been just fine. Except Dean Winchester was a young man who perceived more flaws than he had, and didn’t control the few he really needed to.
“Okay Sammy. I’ll take you home and we’ll talk about it tomorrow.”
Then Dean found himself on the ground, and before he could get an idea of how that happened Sam was already storming away with Lee in tow.
What happens next will be given in a piecemeal format, as the authors are very fond of the Winchesters and would like to avoid focusing on this part.
The point is, God doesn’t love a drunk any more than anyone else, and that means that sometimes drunks get hurt just as badly as sober people. When Dean realized that Lee was driving Sam, and that Lee was probably as drunk as Sam if not worse, he ran for the Impala and chased after them. This gave him a front row seat to Lee going off-road and crashing into a tree.
What he missed was Lee jerking the wheel when Sam pushed his hands off.
The rest is a tragedy that can be summarized in this: Dean Winchester, whether he knew it or not, was not meant to live without his brother. Wasn’t built that way. When he reached the wreckage and found Sam bleeding to death that void that had always been in him seemed to grow and consume. Sitting there in the dark, Sam cradled in his arms as he pled and begged, staring out over the empty crossroads, Dean made the only offer he could.
He knew that there were angels. It made sense for there to be something on the other side.
When the woman arrived Dean agreed to one year. He agreed to anything, and he didn’t think twice about it because Sam’s eyes opened and he was looking at him again.
“Baby, oh god Sammy, oh thank you. Thank you.” Dean pulled Sam up enough to kiss him breathless and then pull back panting against his lips.
“Dean? What happened?”
The older boy pulled back, pushed hair out of Sam’s eyes, and held his gaze. “You guys crashed. You guys crashed but you’re okay. You’re gonna be okay Sammy.”
And that was all that mattered to him. When Sam cried about Lee, when he asked Dean how he could have gotten out alright, and if Dean was hurt Dean just held on to him. He didn’t let go all the way to the Impala, and he held Sam’s hand until they reached Dean’s house and he pulled him inside.
Sam didn’t ask questions once he’d seen the level of distraught Dean was at. Suddenly cold sober and terribly embarrassed and guilty about his actions Sam let Dean lead him into the shower and wash the blood and grime off his skin. When Dean practically carried him to his bed Sam let himself being manhandled under the sheets and wrapped up in Dean’s tight hold.
“Dean? I’m really sorry about tonight. I just – I kept thinking about how you-“
“Shut up Sammy.” Dean pressed his lips against Sam’s forehead to ease the hurt. “Shut up and just let me hold on okay? I was terrified that – I love you Sam.”
Which was when three divine beings landed in Dean’s room practically on top of each other.
“What the hell did-“
“Dean what were you-“
“Hello Sam and Dean-“
Sam held up a hand and then stared at the two new beings. Dean had one arm protectively in front of Sam and a look of death on his face.
“Who the hell are you two?”
The younger man’s eyes cut to him and then back to the little group.
“You know one of them? So you have an invisible friend too?”
“An invisible – what? You mean Cas? He’s an angel Sam.”
Sam made a face as he studied Crowley. “Mine’s the short one. He’s definitely not an angel.”
“The one that looks like he’s going out to knock on doors. How long has – wait no. What the fuck is going on?”
“Exactly what we were planning on asking you two numbskulls. You sold your soul. Why?”
Dean tried to stop him, he really did, but once it was out Sam was unstoppable. “You did what? How could – why would – what the hell Dean? What were you thinking?”
“I was thinking you were dead!” Sam blanched and Dean grabbed him tightly. “You died Sam and I just – I couldn’t – what was I supposed to do?”
“Go on living you big jerk!” Sam pulled back and stared at Dean. “Go on living because that’s what you’re supposed to do.”
“Bitch.” Sam sniffled thickly and smiled at Dean’s endearment.
“Boys, this is touching, really, but we need to focus. Technically all contracts go through my boss, and if she’s seen this one getting it back is going to be difficult.”
Both boys turned to stare at Crowley.
“You’re a demon. I knew it!” Sam, ever the academic, briefly forgot his misery in favor of enjoying finally having an answer.
“Why the hell is a demon following you around?”
Aziraphale took control of the situation here, as a divine being can only be ignored for so long before they begin to get annoyed.
“For the same reason you’ve been followed around by an angel. Because you both needed it. Now we need to focus on the problem at hand, which is getting Dean’s contract voided. Crowley is there any way to do it?”
“Well, I suppose there might be a way if I tried but… Saving souls is sort of against my protocol.”
Sam was out of the bed, heedless of his nudity as he launched himself at the demon that had been with him his entire life and wrapping his arms around him.
“Crowley please, please you gotta save him! Please save him!”
It is at this moment that the authors would like to state a thing that their subject would never admit. Crowley liked Sam. It is possible to go so far as to say Crowley loved Sam, as much as a demon was capable of loving. Crowley would never admit it, but it felt good to be hugged by Sam. He hadn’t been hugged since before the fall.
He pushed Sam back and rubbed at his face as if annoyed. “Put some clothes on Moose. I’ll do what I can.”
Dean and Sam watched as the three began to argue. He turned to his boyfriend. “So your whole life you’ve been hanging out with a demon and you’re still one step away from an altar boy?”
Sam shook his head. “Not for a lack of trying on his part. You’ve been with an angel and you’re a slutty rocker.”
The laughter was good for Sam to hear, erased some of the lingering memory of Dean crying helplessly into his hair, and that was something he needed more than he’d thought. The boys turned their attention back to the three non-humans just as Crowley was making one of his grandiose hang gestures.
“So we need a plan that-“
“Several.” Aziraphale and Crowley turned disbelieving eyes on the previously silent Castiel.
“What?” Both the angel and demon tilted their heads, because after a certain number of centuries it is impossible to not share some traits.
“Every time the two of you make a plan it goes badly, and then you are forced to make a secondary plan with no preparation that also goes badly. It seems that if you were to come up with a series of plans and contingencies for those plans than this sort of trouble could be avoided.”
“Burn.” All eyes turned to Dean and he smirked broadly. “Seriously. Burn dudes.”
“That’s wonderful that you’re so amused by this Winchester. On the other hand the adults need to speak and it’d be best if the peanut gallery remain silent and not dis-“
Aziraphale pressed a hand against Crowley’s shoulder and turned to Castiel. “That’s it.”
“I don’t understand.” The blue-eyed angel looked in between them and then over to Dean in hope that he would explain the social cues Castiel was missing as he had been for sixteen years. Dean looked just as confused.
“A distraction. If we distract-“
“Lilith from finding the contract before she sees it you I can steal it. But what would possibly bring her out of Hell short of a-“
The three sets of inhuman eyes settled onto Dean and Sam, and both boys raised their eyebrows.
“I don’t like that look. Dean why are they looking at us like that?” Sam pulled the blanket a little higher.
“I dunno Sammy, but it can’t be anything good.”
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“Who the hell are all of you, and what are you doing here with my son and his boyfriend?”
Dean and Sam had dressed, and were sitting together in the beat-up old armchair John usually took. Normally Dean would have left that chair open to soothe his father as much as it could and taken other seating, but the couch was housing two angels of the Lord and the Vice President in Charge of North American Crossroads. Plus, at the moment, his father didn’t look like he cared to sit.
“Mr. Winchester if you’d please relax and listen to us, this is very important. You see the issue is that-“
“Wings. Horns, halos, robes, harps, pitchfork, inhuman features. You three lack all of these other than your bright-eyed friend there and his lack of expression. Convince me you’re not perverts who pressured my son and his boyfriend into lying for you so I didn’t shoot you on sight.”
It is unknown to this day whether there was a part of John that recognized Sam, or if he simply had come to like the boy that much, but he’d unconsciously angled himself in between both boys and the three beings on his couch.
“Stereotypes Papa Winchester, and hurtful ones each. As if I’m required to be some cartoon character capering about on hooves and demanding your soul while twisting my beard.” To be fair this was not Crowley attempting to ramp John up for fun. It really is hurtful that all humans assume their ridiculous characterizations apply to an entire group of fairly diverse beings. Not that any of them are bitter.
In John’s defense even when offended Crowley tends to sound sarcastic.
“Alright, shotgun time.” John started to herd the boys out when the lights in the room flickered and Castiel stood over them with the shadowy impressions of his wings spread out behind him.
Which ended the first part of the argument and began the second.
“You’ve been following my son around for how long?” John eyed Castiel suspiciously and the angel quirked his eyebrow before gesturing.
“Since he was four. So you see we need you to come with us to-“
“Dean did he ever – you know touch you or anything?” John looked embarrassed as he shifted uncomfortably on his feet.
“No he didn’t touch me. Dad, focus okay? This is serious.”
“-make a distraction that will allow Crowley the chance to take back the contract for your son’s soul. Then we will have to talk about long-term hiding for the group of you.”
“And why did you let him go off on his own if you’re his guardian-“
“What do you mean hiding?” Dean shot his father an apologetic look as he interrupted.
“Hiding Dean. As in not being found, because that’s what’ll happen if you stay around here. I thought Castiel and Crowley have quite extensively explained that point.” Aziraphale adjusted his glasses carefully to avoid showing just how annoyed he was at repetition.
“Yeah, I get that, but Sam can’t go anywhere. He’s almost done with his senior year and then he’s already been accepted to a really great school so-“
“I don’t care about that.” Now it was Sam in the spotlight, and he ducked his head for a moment before raising it and meeting Dean’s eyes. “I care about you being alive and being with you. In that order and before you say it there’s nothing wrong with listing your points it’s a logical thing to do. Fuck college Dean. I can take online courses or pick a really obscure school. I can fry burgers as long as you’re with me and be perfectly happy.”
The authors will emphasize here that despite any objections they may have both John and Dean Winchester suffered from fairly damp eyes at that moment. John was pleased his son had found someone to love him the way he had loved Mary, and Dean was overwhelmed with how devoted Sam was to him.
It was that look that made John’s mind up. He was already willing to do anything to protect Dean, but now he was sure that Sam needed to be a part of that fold. In a matter of irony that only the readers of this account and the a few others know John decided Sam was an honorary Winchester.
“Fine. I’ll do it.”
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“This seems like a terrible idea.” John looked around the empty warehouse before turning back to the two angels. “I mean really terrible. Who summons demons? Are we trying to make them think I’m a witch?”
Aziraphale rubbed at the bridge of his nose while Castiel finished drawing the lines out on the floor.
“John they will think that you are a hunter of supernatural creatures. There was a time when that is what you were supposed to be. It’s what they are looking for.”
“Why didn’t I become a hunter and why was I going to be one?” John eyed the knife the angel had given him before shifting it to a better grip.
“Because had that have happened your son would be a miserable alcoholic with no ability to form lasting relationships, you would be an absentee father who abandoned him, and Sam would be twisted and manipulated by the worst of Hell’s inhabitants. Instead the group of you are slightly dysfunctional and coming together to avoid an unimaginably bad destiny. Now is there anything else you absolutely must know before we get started?”
“When did angels become prissy sons of bitches?” John kept one eye on Castiel as he approached them while the other studied Aziraphale.
“That question is terribly unfair. Also, shut up and do your part John.”
And he did.
---
The authors are fairly biased on the part of Heaven. With that in mind demons have a terrible habit of being cocky to the point of carelessness. In the case of the President in Charge of North American Crossroads, also known as Lilith, could not resist the chance to answer a summons from the long missing John Winchester.
Lilith, around since early on, knew enough about the original prophecy to understand how important the Winchesters were and what John was supposed to do to start the ball rolling on the Apocalypse. With that in mind she crashed into the warehouse with a sense of purpose knowing that wherever he had been all these years he had no chance against her. If she was particularly lucky he would have brought his sons and then she could kick start the whole thing with one move.
What Lilith did not expect, knowing that she was destined to die in a small church as the Last Seal, was to have two very experienced and powerful angels step out of the shadows and break protocol. John’s use of the angel blade was more for his own pride than anything else, as the combined Grace of Castiel and Aziraphale burned the very essence of Lilith out of existence.
In that moment Crowley achieved two things: the revocation of Dean Winchester’s contract, and a serious promotion to President in Charge of North American Crossroads. He was considering removing the democratic air to it and labeling himself King. He was also interested in celebrating with the only people he could gloat with.
On John’s part he had too many questions about what had, or hadn’t in this case, happened to be overly joyous, but knowing that his son’s soul was safe certainly helped him to crack a smile.
Aziraphale and Castiel shared a long look, angels being capable of a ridiculous amount of communication with only gazes and micro-expressions, and then took John back home.
Dean and Sam, forced to wait behind, argued over Sam’s future until they fell into a rather impassioned make out session that ended in more arguing with fewer scowls.
Here the authors will spare you large amounts of conversation regarding the necessities of a proper high school education, the limits to which a twenty-one-year-old should touch a sixteen-year-old, and what cities and schools would best serve them as they hid from anyone who may still know what they were destined for.
Despite the death of the Last Seal in a very non-ritualistic fashion they were taking every precaution against future developments. Crowley had finally crafted a plan with contingencies.
What happened, in the end, was a very banal series of events linked to a very legendary one. Sam gave in and finished his senior year. He announced to his parents that he would be attending a small but respectable school in West Virginia, and they eventually gave in as long as he promised to keep in touch regularly and visit as often as any college student should.
John, knowing now how much lay behind the scenes and how close it came to both his son and the boy he thought of as a son, was focused on cleaning himself up so that he could better devote himself to their protection.
Castiel and Crowley agreed on a schedule for overseeing the safety of the two boys, and consequently their father. This schedule fell a little heavier on Castiel, as Crowley had increased responsibilities and a serious concern as to how attached he had become to Sam.
And Sam and Dean? Well Sam and Dean did what they always do, and always will do. They devoted themselves to each other. They worked together to grow, to change, and to be better so that every day was a test to how much more they could love one another.
Most importantly they did it while gruffly hiding their emotions and fighting over stupid topics to avoid deeper discussion. They did it as they watched each other’s backs and distrusted the majority of the world around them.
They did it together.
Epilogue:
“‘Maybe it's all part of a great big ineffable plan. All of it. You, me, him, everything. Some great big test to see if what you've built all works properly, eh? You start thinking: it can't be a great cosmic game of chess, it has to be just very complicated Solitaire. And don't bother to answer. If we could understand, we wouldn't be us. Because it's all — all — INEFFABLE’, said the figure feeding the ducks.”
-Terry Pratchett, Good Omens
Or The Secondary Section Insisted Upon By Bartholomew Because Without It A Serious Plot Point Remains Unresolved And Leaves The Audience Unfulfilled And Annoyed
Two hours after Sam’s graduation, when cake had been cut and parents given their boasting picture time, Dean found himself standing in front of a small motel room door holding a key and staring in confusion at Sam.
“What are we – what’s going on Sam?”
Sam responded by taking the key, opening the door, and shoving Dean through. The two of them fell into their regular rhythm, lips pressed against one another and fingers skimming up clothes to tug and pull. Sam managed to distract Dean long enough to get him down to socks and boxers before Dean finally stopped him.
“Baby, look around you. You really wanna lose your virginity in a cowboy themed room? There are antlers up there.” He pointed helplessly as Sam exploited the knowledge that sucking on Dean’s collarbone disconnected his brain.
“Shut up.” He mumbled through a mouthful of skin before hooking his fingers into the elastic of Dean’s boxers and taking a deep breath of Dean’s scent.
Finally, after battling through a ridiculous amount of hormones and arousal, Dean grabbed Sam’s shoulders and pushed him back even as he gasped at the fingertips skimming his cock.
“Sammy, you gotta be sure. Don’t do this to me unless you’re sure. I can wait and make it special.”
Hazel eyes sparkled, dimples appeared, and Sam kissed the serious look off of Dean’s face before sinking to his knees and licking around the head of Dean’s cock. “What are you going to do Dean spread out flower petals?” His tongue curled along the nerves there before sliding down and keeping pressure against the vein. Dean moaned helplessly and clutched at Sam’s hair. “Play Mr. Big and massage me in a bubble bath?”
Dean thrust helplessly into Sam’s mouth and pulled him forward when serious suction finally enveloped the swollen head and slid down the shaft. Sam stayed there for a bit, bobbing gently and shallowly while his hand handled the part of Dean’s dick he wasn’t able to swallow. Finally he pulled back and looked up to meet Dean’s eyes.
“It’s special because it’s you. It means everything because it’s you. And I’m really fucking horny and I wasn’t to lose my virginity and then maybe top you afterwards, because I’m a teenager and I have a refractory time of seconds.”
The older boy pulled him off the floor and shoved him towards the bed before plucking up Sam’s jeans and searching for the lube and condom his anal retentive boyfriend had no doubt brought.
“Yahtzee.” He crossed the dingy carpet and stretched himself over Sam before kissing and nipping the pink lips he loved so much and slowly working his way down. They’d gone this far before, albeit with more clothes on, so Dean knew the erogenous spots that made Sam whimper and moan.
He took his time, mapped out the numerous inches of his still growing boy, and eventually made it past the nipples, along the sharp hipbones, into the bellybutton, and then beyond to Sam’s weeping and hard cock.
“Gonna make this so good Sammy. Gonna be so good to you baby I promise.” He lifted Sam’s hips a bit and then gently massaged each ass cheek as his mouth worked up and down Sam’s shaft and ghosted across his balls. “Gonna make you so crazy baby you’ll never think of anyone else.”
“Yeah, yeah that’s – oh fuck Dean please. Please do it. Been waiting forever.”
“The impatience of youth.” Dean smirked against Sam’s dick before swallowing it down and petting his rim gently with his thumb.
It took longer than Sam wanted, at least half an hour of licking and fingering that brought him to one explosive orgasm and well on his way to a second, before Dean finally slipped the condom on and slicked his cock up.
The penetration was slow, gentle, Dean inching his way in with tiny thrusts and circular hip movements as Sam gripped the bed sheets and fought to relax. Still, by the time Dean was fully seated in him Sam was cursing for more as sweat pooled in the dip of spine and beaded on his forehead.
And Dean gave it to him. Long slow thrusts as he jacked Sam’s cock and murmured loving endearments, shallow and quick jerks as he pinched Sam’s nipples and told him how “good and tight, how hot and fucking sweet” he was. The changes in pace, tone, and technique left Sam on a constant edge that reduced him to whimpers of Dean’s name and jerks of his own hips.
When Sam hit the limit, coming around Dean’s cock and shouting his name, Dean grabbed his hips and thrust in deeply as a bark escaped him and the world faded into gray.
Finally, after what may have seemed like a short time to Dean but was in reality a lifetime for both of them, they were joined in the last way they had to be.
---
“Hey Dad.” Gabriel peered down towards the earth before looking up to his Father. “I got a question?”
The Lord nodded distractedly as He dealt the cards around the table. Michael, never good at keeping a poker face, scowled at his cards.
“Was that the plan the whole time? Having the Winchesters hook up thinking they’re not related?”
Joshua shook his head and dropped several cards on the table. “Two. Why do you ask these questions? You know how He’s going to answer.”
Michael resolutely gave up one card despite needing to fold and threw in his chips. “Of course it was on purpose. Did you not see the perfect balance of them meeting over ice cream? That sort of symmetry cannot be accidental Gabriel.”
The younger archangel cocked an eyebrow before giving up two of his own cards and matching Michael’s bet. “Well, Dad? Settle it for us. Was that the plan or did those bumbling idiots outsmart you and save the Winchesters from your ineffableness?”
The Lord dealt out the extra cards before turning His gaze upon Gabriel. “The group of you realize we’re playing Baccarat not poker right?”
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Date: 2013-08-16 02:10 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2013-08-20 08:58 pm (UTC)But yes, the boys in love, ohhhh. :D
So glad you liked it and thanks for reading and commenting!
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Date: 2013-08-16 06:45 pm (UTC)So. With that in mind.
So long and thanks for all the fish.
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Date: 2013-08-20 08:59 pm (UTC)Thank you for reading, and for comparing me to Adams because I am going to brag about that forever!!!
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Date: 2013-08-19 05:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-08-20 09:05 pm (UTC)Bartholomew was always a smart apostle and he gets so little love.
Thanks for reading and commenting, and I hope your team kicked ass at GISHWHES!
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Date: 2014-04-08 04:31 pm (UTC)Instead I get a FANTABULOUS Good Omens crossover that is wonderful and fun and the style was brilliant and fun and SO Good Omens Canon and SPN Canon as it could have been.
LOVELY
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Date: 2014-06-04 08:43 pm (UTC)Thanks so much!
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Date: 2014-05-19 05:23 am (UTC)Major, major congratulations!
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Date: 2014-06-04 08:43 pm (UTC)THANK YOU SO MUCH!
This was one of those ones where I went "Gee I wish I had time to re-read because if I screw this up..."
I'm so so glad I didn't.
Thanks again!