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my name is in the rain [1.6k] (ao3) An alternate ending for 1x12, Faith!

No matter how hard he tries, Castiel can’t shake the overwhelming and utter despair of the hospital, the very essence of it ingrained into the walls, the floors, the gleam of the overhead lights. Wandering through the halls, he weaves past nurses and doctors rushing to their next patient, the gurneys left shoved up against walls, family members waiting outside while their loved one sits in bed, sometimes alone, others with a nurse at their side.

All of it weighs his wings down, bearing down on his shoulders. He occasionally stops by specific rooms to tend to a child in need of comfort or the care that modern medicine can’t provide, or to someone with no family to call and in need of a someone who’ll listen. He heals the ones he can to a point, and leaves, unnoticed but visible when he wants to be.

But they aren’t the reason he’s here. No, something calls to him, urging him into the depths of the hospital. The angels would call his actions a mission from their Father—Castiel calls it faith, or stupidity. Probably more of the latter. Angels don’t visit humans to heal them of their woes, not without exception. This feels like one.

A steady string of prayers pours from one room on the fourth floor, tucked into a far corner, nearly forgotten about by all medical staff, and even visitors. Standing there, Castiel closes his eyes, letting his wings surround him, guide him to where he needs to be. Where, being here, where someone needs him the most. Not him, specifically, but the help that he can provide, the life that he can save with one touch of his hand.

He shouldn't. He isn’t supposed to interfere in the dealings of the fates, or care, for that matter, but the grief overwhelms him, gnawing a hole in his very core. If he can do anything, it’s this—if he can at least stop the suffering, then he can tell himself that he fulfilled a personal mission and leave it at that.

In the dead of night, Castiel turns the door latch with barely a sound and lets himself inside. Against the far wall, a man sleeps, slumped into a flimsy chair and an arm over his eyes. He can’t be more than twenty, maybe twenty-two at the most. Some prayers emanate from him, even in his sleep, his mind working to send out a beacon at all hours to whoever might listen. Castiel listened. Out of all of the angels, Castiel paid attention and flew, disguising his visit with a string of medical miracles.

But one prayer remains.

The man in the chair isn’t in need of his help. No, it’s the man lying in bed, a cannula in his nose and a variety of leads and tubes connecting him to machines and monitors, all in the hopes of keeping him alive for another day. The man weeps, his green eyes turned to the window, shining with the tears he can’t hold back, not for much longer. Shaky, he breathes, like this one might be his last, and his hands grip the flimsy bedding, knuckles white and strained.

He doesn’t move when Castiel closes the door, not does he look over when Castiel approaches. All he does is lie still, tears streaming down his pale face, gleaming in the moonlight.

This man—This man, Castiel knows from the fables, from the stories the archangels foretold centuries, eons ago. The man who would start it all, who would bring peace to humanity when the time came. But something is wrong—he should be healthy, virile, preparing himself for the end. Instead, he lies in a hospital in Nebraska, his heart failing, even as he clings to life as hard as he can muster. Maybe this isn’t the right Dean Winchester.

But maybe it is, and God has abandoned him.

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His Secret - CHAPTER 1

Sam Winchester x Reader [AU]

A/N: This series was lowkey inspired by a book I read and also another favorite character of mine. (Bonus points to those who can guess which character I’m talking about XD) Thanks to @dancing-the-hellfire-rumba for being kind enough to brainstorm and lay the story line out with me. Couldn’t have done this without your help <3 The aesthetic was made by me, pictures courtesy of pinterest. I am really really excited about this series and hope you guys like it too.

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warnings: implied smut and loads of backstory

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Sam Winchester twisted the key and the car whirred to life. The steering wheel felt smooth under his hand, spinning at the lightest touch. The XXW Mary sped out of the parking lot and Sam pushed down on the accelerator. The car roared and lurched forward. In the matter of a few seconds it was breaking lightning speed. It screeched as Sam made turn after turn, testing the limits of the beautiful black vehicle.

The car was the newest product of his brother’s, Dean Winchester's company and equipped with technology from his own. Sam made another swift turn at the next corner, as the road widened out ahead of him. He was almost there. The sky grew darker as night settled in, the tall buildings almost camouflaging into the velvet of the obsidian sky. He pulled to a stop in front of the hall, heart thudding against his chest. In spite of having done this for four consecutive years, he hadn't gotten used to it. He stepped out onto the red carpet and was instantly greeted by shouts and blinding camera flashes. Sam stood there for a heartbeat, letting the cameras capture his dazzling smile and then handed the car keys to the valet. The paparazzi followed him, as he made his way up the stairs of the hall. "The car looks new, Mr. Winchester. New item the Winchester Mobile Ltd. bringing out this year?" "Yeah. It's equipped with some of the latest Winchester Tech and is easy on the eyes," he answered, flashing a brilliant smile. He could see the headlines tomorrow. Sam Winchester confirms launch of the XXW Mary. He continued to talk about the car for the next few minutes, letting the cameras and microphones record his words. It was all he had to do for publicity. Draw them in and hype it up. He made his way up the stairs, determined to get away from the swarm of paparazzi. "What's the next big thing for Winchester Corp?" "Who are you dating?" They quizzed him mercilessly but he didn't take the bait- Only smiled and winked at them. He was thankful when he reached the top and walked into the hall, leaving the wave of cameras behind him. He was immediately greeted by Dean, his brother and also the most important person in his life. "Hiya, Sammy," Dean said, embracing him. He smiled at him appreciatively and for a moment Sam was whisked back in time. Jo Harvelle, Dean’s girlfriend, stood beside him, smiling. Sam embraced her too. Guests continued to pour in behind him. Associates of the corps, big names in the city and a few family members. Media partners were present too and were walking around, talking to the guests. Every year, the Winchester brothers held a benefit in the memory of their loving mother on her birthday. The proceeds of the benefit would all be donated to “Wings“- a charitable foundation, which looked after orphaned/abandoned children and underprivileged mothers-to-be. Sam spotted Castiel Novak standing with Mr. Azel, one of the oldest associates of the corporation. Cas was one of the most senior members of the company and also happened to be Sam and Dean's best friend. His blue eyes instantly lit up at the sight of his tall friend. Sam greeted Mr. Azel too, extending a polite hand. Mr. Azel shook his hand firmly. He had a very unsettling smile but one that Sam was used to, having had to do business with him for the longest time. He excused himself politely and ran into yet another associate. He was getting desperate now. He was listening to the elderly associate intently but his hazel eyes darted around the hall, in search for someone else. There she was, leaning against an ivory pillar, drinking champagne from a delicate glass. His nerves calmed on their own accord. He made his way to her quickly and before she could even say anything, pulled her into a warm embrace. "Heya to you too, handsome," she said when he finally pulled away from her. Y/N. The love of his life. She looked resplendent in the silver gown that shimmered into gold when she moved. The delicate rings of diamond that looped through her ears, accentuated her features perfectly. Her hair was in an up do, a few loose curls making look even more enticing. It was mesmerising, but nothing compared to the beauty that she herself was. Y/N grounded him and understood him like no one else. It hadn't taken him long to fall for her. "Late to your own event, Mr. Winchester?," she teased, glancing at an imaginary watch on her hand. "Yup," he said, winking at her. "Finished with the meet and greet?" She asked again. He wanted to kiss her but it was too crowded for it to be possible. Besides, news reporters were around. "Sadly, no. Don't you see the crowd?" he replied, gesturing at the public. She made a face at that and he fell even more in love with her in that instant, if that was even possible. "You go finish with that and come back to me soon," she commanded. He would incline to her request at this very instant if he could. He nodded his head in acknowledgement before kissing her cheek lightly, unable to resist the urge and then walked away. He had to talk a lot throughout the evening, something he grew easily tired of. It was in his job description to do so, but he couldn't for the life of him, ever get used to it. Running such a giant company was no piece of cake. He loved his company, there was no doubt about it. He poured his heart and soul into the work he did and never questioned it. However, there were certain aspects to it that he couldn’t help but dislike. Winchester Corp was founded and owned by John Winchester, Sam and Dean's father, until the great tragedy that befell them. Everybody had heard the story one too many times. On the fateful night of November 2nd, 1985, the Winchester House caught on fire. Both Mary and John Winchester, did not make it. John had escorted Dean and Sam outside, who were six and two years old at the time, respectively. The fire had consumed half of the house by then and John had rushed in to rescue an unconscious Mary.

He never made it back.

The police had confirmed that it had been an accident. The power lines had short circuited somehow and that was it. Winchester Corp saw it's downfall after the tragedy, with nobody to man it. None of the associates owned enough share in the company to become the next owner. All the beneficiaries were passed down to Sam and Dean, according to the company policy, but they were not of age. Until either of the sons became of age, the organisation was ruled to be in charge of their uncle Bobby Singer. He couldn’t help the company much, having had to deal with his own issues at the time. Winchester Corp was almost on the verge of bankruptcy, having managed on the shoulders of a few faithful associates, until Sam and Dean who were just 19 and 15, took the wheel into their own hands. They then began to restore the company back to its full glory. Ten years later, Winchester Tech- lead by Sam and Winchester Automobile Pt. Ltd.- lead by Dean, united under the Winchester Corp brand, became two of the biggest companies in the world. The brothers seem to have moved on with their lives, to the world. But only their closest knew that their past still haunted them. The benefit came to an end after Sam declared the final funds they had managed to raised, with Dean clapping by his side cheerfully. The cheque was handed over to the representative from the charity and after a few drinks, the crowd parted. "Finally," Y/N said as she walked over to Sam, the gown shimmering at her every step. Sam was in awe. It was only them, Dean and Jo now. Sam smiled down at her as she looped her arm through his and they walked outside, along with Dean and Jo. Sam and Dean talked alone for a while, immersed deep in the conversation while Y/N and Jo chatted with each other. Sam was still distracted by her, he had barely seen her all week and hadn’t been able to spend any time with her today either. Their timings rarely matched. She would be called for work randomly and he had a company to man. How they still managed to love each other, was something neither of them knew. Maybe, some things were just meant to be. Finally, Sam and Dean broke apart and made their way to their respective cars. "Come home with me?" Sam whispered to her when they were finally alone by the car, brushing his lips against her ear. She nodded a yes, clearly having missed him too. She wanted to say something, it shone in her eyes but she chose not to. Sam didn’t press her. The city blurred around them as they drove by. Y/N looked out the window the entire time, barely saying anything. Sam stole occasional glances at her and she looked beautiful then too. If he could, he'd stop the car right now and show her just how much he had missed her. "Look at the road, Winchester," she murmured, not sparing him a glance. Sam smiled as he pulled into the parking lot. The moment they were at the two storey house, Sam slammed himself against Y/n and sealed her lips with a kiss. Frantic hands found her waist and he pulled her close until not even a hair width of distance separated them. God, he had missed her so much. Later, they lay in bed, holding each other.

"You okay?" she asked him, pulling herself to him. Y/N knew all too well how being social took a toll on him. It was tiring, pretending to be someone he wasn't- all smiles and perfect posture. There was no way around it though and he tried his best to get used to it. It was slow and painful but he tried. There was also something else on his mind, however. "Yeah, I'm fine. Go to sleep, baby. You have to wake up early tomorrow," he said, curling her hair behind her ear. "I’m proud of you," she murmured, sighing deeply. Sam smiled at her and pecked her forehead. Her words had assured him, somehow. A moment later, she was fast asleep. Sam waited an hour, listening to her rhythmic breathing and soft snores. He smiled internally. How he had gotten so lucky, he'd never know. If two months ago someone would've told him that he was going to meet the love of his life, he would've laughed at them. He got up gingerly, shifting incredibly slowly so as to not wake her up. She mumbled something in her sleep as he placed her back on the bed. She shifted a little and then stilled again. Making sure that she was still asleep, Sam put on a t-shirt, a jacket and a pair of tracks. He pocketed his phone and a wad of cash that he carefully took out of his safe. He closed the door slowly, watching Y/N all the while. He watched the slow rise and fall of her chest. He almost didn't want to leave her; it was a feeling he had to push away every time. He locked the door behind him with a soft click. Soon, he was out the door and past the gates of the large villa. The security guards didn’t stop him. They were used to this. He pulled his hoodie over his head in a way that shadowed his face completely and trudged off into the night. // Feedback is my elixir, people! Please please let me know what you think of this fic!! It’s what keeps me going. Leave a comment/ ask <33 //

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Saved by Satan (Part Four of the Letters to Satan Series)

Soon, the Winchesters and their angels were in Lawrence, outside the building the other Michael had taken residence in. “This is a trap.” Our Michael tells Lucifer quietly. “This is too open. Too easy. He has to have a plan, or some trick.”

“I know, Brother. But he has my son.” Lucifer smirks at Michael. “Besides, weren’t we going to take him out together anyway?” Michael smiles back, a familiar glint appearing in the eyes of both as they hefted their weapons. On the side, the Winchesters mobilize with Castiel. Lucifer looks over at them. “When we get inside, get Jack and get him out of here. Let Michael and I take on Captain Dickhead.” Castiel nods back, and together, they storm the building, taking out a multitude of monsters on the way.

Inside the penthouse, Michael starts to drum his fingers. “Tick Tock. Jack, your family is running behind.” He says with a smirk. Jack struggles, now tied up and gagged in the corner. He was being a bit too obstinate for Michael’s taste. Jack glares, murmuring a string of curses through the gag. Michael sighs, going to pour himself another drink.

…

“He’s in there.” Michael nods towards the penthouse door. He and Lucifer line up on either side of the double doors, the Winchesters splitting up on either side. “On three! One. Two-”

“Three.” Lucifer says, judo-kicking the doors off the hinges. They all run inside to see the other Michael facing the door, drinking a glass of wine.

“About time. I was wondering if I made it too DIFFICULT for you all.” He sneers over the top of his glass. The other Michael smirks, slowly rising from his seat. “Now where, oh where, are the Winchesters?” He asks as the others move behind Lucifer. With a flick of his fingers, Castiel and Sam are thrown back into the wall, while Dean is dragged forward to his feet. “There you are.” He smiles down at Dean, who angrily spits at him.

Lucifer turns to see his precious son tied up and gagged, and is instantly filled with rage. “It’s okay, Sweetheart. Daddy’s going to take care of him.” Lucifer pulls the gag out of his mouth and slits the rope with his grace, ushering his son towards a recovering Castiel and Sam outside. “Go with them. You’ll be safe.”

“Dad, no!” Jack cries, latching onto Lucifer’s shirt. “It’s a trap!” Lucifer turns to see Michael touching Dean’s forehead, gasping as he reenters Dean’s body. The old vessel of the other Michael collapses, empty. Dean rises and turns slowly, his eyes flashing blue.

“Now, this is a lot better.” The other Michael says, rolling Dean’s shoulders. “Thank you for returning this meat suit. Now, are we going to do the same song and dance as last time?” He asks with a sneer. Lucifer moves to stand in front of Jack protectively.

“Go, Son. I’ll rejoin you momentarily.” Lucifer promises, but Jack shakes his head.

“No! Please don’t hurt him, Dad! If you kill Michael like this, you’ll kill Dean too!” Jack whines pitifully, hands latching onto the back on Lucifer’s shirt.

“We might not have a choice, kiddo.” Lucifer tell him sadly, glancing over at his Michael as he moves to stand beside him, nodding. Together, the two archangels stare down the other Michael, who laughs.

“You couldn’t hurt this pretty face! No matter how hard you try!” Other Michael says with a laugh. Sam and Castiel recover, grabbing Jack and pulling him away from Lucifer.

“Dad!” Jack cries, but Lucifer just gives him a sad smile.

“I’ll see you soon, Squirt. Go with them.” Lucifer says, squaring up for a fight.

…

“Let me go! I need to go back!” Jack fusses, trying to pull away from a frustrated Castiel. “I need to help Dean and kill Michael!” He tries to fight, but can’t do much without his full strength. Sam and Castiel get him into the backseat of the Impala, Castiel sliding in with him to keep him inside. Sam hurriedly gets into the front and starts the car, trying to ignore his apprehension over leaving Dean’s fate in the hands of two former enemies.

“Jack!” Castiel snaps in frustration. “There isn’t anything you can do! You don’t have all of your power back yet. The best we can do is regroup and find our own way to rescue Dean. Like we always do.” Jack huffs, but doesn’t talk anymore. Small tears run down his face as he tries to think of a way to get away from Sam and Castiel.

Sam glances back in the rearview mirror from time to time, checking on Jack. “I’m sorry, Jack. But we can’t let you go toe-to-toe with Michael yet. Not until you’re stronger.” He says, trying to think of a way to distract the kid. “Hey, I bet you’re hungry. We can stop and get some burgers in the next town.” He offers, but Jack turns his nose up, sniffling.

…

“Great. How are we going to explain this?” Michael asks, groaning as he recovers. The other Michael had handed them both their asses on a platter. It seemed he had supercharged his grace somehow. He goes over and helps Lucifer up. “We should have been able to take him. What’s wrong with us? I know I’m a little rusty, and you’re still running on half a tank. He still shouldn’t have beat us this badly.”

“I don’t know. I do know he’s not going to stop, and he isn’t dead yet. We still have a job to do.” Lucifer grumbles, glancing around. The Other Michael had left suddenly, hesitating just before he delivered killing blows. “What bothers me is that he let us go. Why didn’t he kill us when he had the chance?” Lucifer kicks some rubble left over from the fight nearby, growling.

Michael pauses, thinking. “Because he’s saving his strength for something else. Why waste time with us when there’s a bigger fish to fry? Someone he holds a grudge against?” Lucifer pauses, raising an eyebrow in a silent question. Michael rolls his eyes. “Father, you dumbass. He wants to challenge Father and find out why he abandoned me…I mean, him. It’s probably why he is after Jack. He doesn’t have enough juice yet, and regular archangel grace isn’t going to cut it.”

Lucifer’s eyes widen. He couldn’t let his son have his grace stolen again. He had nearly died last time! “We need to move Jack somewhere safer. The bunker isn’t safe enough, and that bastard knows how to get to him there.” Lucifer growls, mind whirling.

Michael gives him a soft smile. “Don’t worry. I’m already two steps ahead. We just need to add the finishing touches.” He extends a hand to Lucifer, who stares at in blankly. “Trust me.” Michael whispers, and Lucifer slowly nods, taking his hand. The two disappear from the mostly destroyed building.

…

“Eat something. Please.” Castiel begs. The untouched cheeseburger sits in front of Jack. The Nephilim glares at Castiel and Sam obstinately, refusing to speak. “Jack, if you don’t eat, you won’t regain your strength. And you won’t be able to fight. Is that what you want?” Castiel reprimands, half-tempted to shove the food into his mouth.

“Cas, give it a rest.” Sam sighs from behind his laptop screen. “He’ll eat when he gets hungry enough, and we need to be planning our next move. Michael and Lucifer haven’t returned yet, which means something went wrong. We need to be preparing to take on the other Michael.” Sam and Castiel continue to talk as Jack glances around the burger joint.

Jack was worried about his daddy and Uncle Mikey. They should have been here by now. He was also worried about Dean. How long could he survive the Other Michael, trapped with him in his own head? Absently, he starts to eat slowly. Castiel was right about one thing. He needed to be strong again if he was going to help. Castiel and Sam briefly notice him starting to eat, but don’t say anything in fear he would stop.

“Hey kiddo! You need more to eat than that! Especially if you’re going to get your strength back.” Lucifer says, grinning as he and Michael appear next to their table. Jack’s eyes go wide, and he jumps up, throwing his arms around Lucifer. The archangel freezes, not having expected any hugs so soon. At least not in front of everyone. “Hello to you too, Squirt.” He says softly, stroking the back of the Nephilim’s head.

“Dad! What happened!” Jack asks, looking up into Lucifer’s eyes after a few moments. “And what took you so long? And is Dean okay?” He asks, his eyes full of faith that his father had fixed everything. Dean had to be okay. Lucifer shifts nervously.

“Dean is fine.” Michael answers, snorting. He was a little miffed he hadn’t gotten a hug from the kid yet. “The other me beat us up and left. He’s saving strength. I think he’s saving up strength to go after Father.” He says, eyes flicking over to meet Castiel’s eyes. The two angels greet each other silently.

“What? But he can’t kill God! Can he?” Sam pipes up, his brow furrowed. “And why would he want to kill him anyway? Why not ask God to come back and fix his universe?”

“Because it’s not what he wants. He doesn’t want God to fix the world. He wants to break it, and break the rest of God’s creations. Anything he values over us.” Michael says softly, wringing his fingers. “To get even for being abandoned. The Other Michael isn’t aiming to win. Just to do as much damage as possible, in this universe and his.”

Sam curses loudly, then continues. “Well, what are we supposed to do? We can’t just sit around while Michael destroys everything!”

Jack cuddles up to Lucifer quietly, just wishing everything would be okay. Lucifer strokes his back softly before interjecting. “We will do what we can. What you can do is go back to that cute little bunker of yours and find a way to summon God, or match his power.” He says, one arm tightening around Jack. “And I’ll take my son somewhere safe. The Other Michael wants to use him, and I won’t let him be taken again.” Lucifer watches carefully as Jack looks up to meet his eyes, looking for any sign of resistance.

“Absolutely not! Jack comes with us!” Castiel protests, standing up. Jack seems to shrink in Lucifer’s arms, not wanting to upset anyone. “His mother entrusted me with his care! And you know nothing about raising children! I-”

“And you do?” Michael interjects, eyes growing sharp. “I seem to remember Lucifer helping me raise most of the angels, including Gabriel and yourself.” His fingers drum against the table as he stares Castiel down. “I get that you want to do right by Jack’s mother, but Lucifer is still his father. You have no right to keep him from his son.” His eyes flash a severe blue. “It’s Jack’s choice, and I’ll back it either way. But you don’t speak for Jack. If he wishes to accompany Lucifer and I, then you WILL let him. Besides, he’s safer with us than at a bunker with ineffective warding.”

Castiel swallows, but is unwilling to back down completely. “Where are you taking him? If you have somewhere safer, I will allow it. But I need to know where he is.” He insists stubbornly. Michael rolls his eyes, exasperated. He didn’t take the time to build a secret fortress just to tell everyone where it was.

“Son, what do you want?” Lucifer asks, raising Jack’s chin gently to meet his eyes. “I won’t force you to come with us if you want to stay with them. I’ll understand.” He whispers, trying to hide his aching heart.

“I want to come with you.” Jack says, moving closer to bury his head in Lucifer’s chest. “Please? I don’t want them to get hurt because of me. When Michael comes back.” He says. Lucifer strokes his head tenderly, hiding his hurt. He had wanted Jack to choose him because he wanted to, not because he was afraid of putting others in danger. Then again, he was glad his son would be safe.

“Jack, no!” Sam says, standing up to move towards them. He was too late, though. Lucifer and Jack disappeared as Lucifer flew him to safety. Michael smirks at Sam and Castiel and shrugs.

“We’ll in touch.” The archangel says, taking off before he could hear any more protests.

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