Unexpected Destinies Chapter 130
Title: Unexpected Destinies
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: up to and including Exile on Main St., AU from the end of season 5
Warnings: AU, slash, frottage
Word Count: 2,754
Summary: Dean and Castiel take it easy before getting back to work.
PAST
Dean stretched lazily, rubbing his face in his lover's feathers beneath him. Castiel hummed and the hand on his lower back moved upwards, tracing his spine. He arched his back, causing his morning wood to rub against his lover's wings and he moaned, the feel of the feathers against his cock simply sublime. He moaned and bucked his hips instinctively, seeking more. Castiel let out a half amused, half aroused sound and then the pressure of the wings beneath him firmed.
"Cas," Dean mewled, the contrast of silky softness with angelic strength frying his still sleep fogged mind.
"Dean," Castiel replied as Dean felt lips on his shoulder and the hot, hard length of his lover up against his hip.
His angel was humping him and it was hotter than it had any right to be. Dean opened his eyes to slits in order to catch a glimpse of Castiel's pleasure soaked face and the sight left him speechless. His fingers sunk into the wings beneath him, both for greater leverage, but also so he could twist and tug at the feathers. His lover bucked against him, Castiel's own hold on him tightening before teeth sank into his shoulder. He whined, back arching downwards and changing the angle his hips were canted at. His cock dragged deliciously across the feathers and then sank into them. The sensation of them literally engulfing his hard length blanked his mind for a moment and then Castiel shifted his wings, pulling them closer together and the pressure of his now weeping cock increased making his realize that he'd gotten his erection caught in-between two of the wings.
Dean moaned, thrusting harder and faster to feel as much of the wonderful sensation as was possible even if he was sure that it would drive him mad with pleasure. Castiel was moving more erratically against his side and he felt the warm stickiness of pre-cum on his skin. He keened before turning his head so that he could mouth along the delicate arch of one wing, eliciting all kinds of delicious little sounds from his angel. Wanting more, he brought his teeth into play, teasing the skin and baby feathers there and Castiel came, shouting his name.
The wings shifted uncontrollably beneath him and Dean cried out, arching. His lover's hand reached out across his back and landed on the handprint scar and then he was coming too, flying over the edge.
The pleasure left Dean half aware and completely pliant so when Castiel raised his wings, he rolled until he came to rest up against his angel. He hummed, well pleased with his new position and Castiel laughed but it was a soft sound and he knew that he wasn't the only one who was perfectly content to just lie here. He was warm, wet in all the right ways and completely sated; basking was entirely called for just now.
Time was always fluid at times like this, so Dean had absolutely no clue as to how much time might have passed before he heard the sounds coming from the other room.
"Cas?" Dean asked.
"It is Michael and Raphael."
Dean groaned, not at all ready to get up just yet. It was right after he'd made the decision to simply ignore the two archangels when the flutter of wings announced that at least of said archangels had absolutely no manners and wasn't going to be ignored. The tightening of Castiel's wings around him told him that his bare ass wasn't on display so he remained exactly where he was. What he totally forgot to take into account was which parts of him weren't being hidden from view by his lover's wings. Therefore it wasn't until fingers encircled his ankle while others tickled his bare foot that he realized his mistake.
He jerked his foot back even as he laughed, his whole body twitching.
"No fair!" Dean complained, opening his eyes to see Michael standing at the end of the bed, a large smile on his face. "Mike!"
The warning went unheeded and Michael reached for his other foot next.
"Cas!" Dean pleaded and laughed as he shifted, trying to pull his second foot out of reach.
His lover laughed but raised some wings to bat Michael back with so Dean let it go.
"Come on, Little One, time to get up," Michael stated, amusement still rife in his voice.
"Go away," Dean replied, tucking his head under a conveniently placed wing.
"Raphael brought food."
As if on cue, Dean's stomach growled. "Food?"
"Mm, tacos."
Tacos for breakfast? That was definitely something that Dean could get behind and he squeezed Castiel's arm when it looked like his angel might try to correct Michael's mistake. Or rather Raphael's, but he was simply pleased that his new friend had thought to get his anything at all even if it was time inappropriate. Besides, it was always time for tacos, especially ones that probably came straight from Mexico!
"Cas, could yo-" Dean began and then found himself clean and in a fresh set of clothes. "Thanks!"
"I knew food would get you out of bed," Michael teased.
"Bite me," Dean shot back and then paused. "Wait, then what was the tickling about?"
"Fun. And I wished to see how it worked in person instead of just abstractly."
"Bastard."
"Are you not pleased at my curiosity about humans?"
"Not so long as I'm the guinea pig. And it's 'aren't you'."
"I do not understand."
"People now say 'aren't you pleased' instead of 'are you not pleased'. They use the contraction."
And Dean couldn't quite believe that he of all people was giving grammar lessons. To an angel of the Lord no less.
"Oh, I see."
"I could've sworn that you've used them before."
"He has on occasion," Castiel agreed. "But I do not think he realized that he was doing it."
"Obviously not."
Michael frowned. "Why would people use these contractions?"
"'Cause they're shorter?"
"So it is sloth."
"Dude, don't go making it sound like a sin," Dean scowled. "It just makes sense. Why say twice as much when something much shorter makes do?"
"Humans are strange creatures."
"Hey!"
The fact that his lover laughed as well as Michael made Dean huff and leave the bedroom, imagining that if he had wings of his own his feathers would be all ruffled and raised just now. It was an odd thought and he stopped to contemplate it for a moment before the smell of the tacos reached him and he instantly rearranged his priorities.
"I was beginning to think that Michael would not get you out of bed," Raphael stated with some amusement as Dean made a beeline for the food.
"Dude, are you kidding me? With tacos in the place?" Dean replied, noting the Spanish on wrapper. "These from Mexico?"
"Yes, Rio Bravo to be exact. I heard a couple of the tourists recommending the place to another couple."
All it took was one bite for Dean to figure out why this place had been recommended as the taco was awesome, easily the best one that he'd ever had, but seeing as he'd only ever had American ones, that made sense. "You're awesome, Raph!"
"If only I'd known before that all I needed to gain your approval was to provide you with food."
The archangel was laughing at him. Dean glared at him over his taco but he had his mouth full at the moment and he'd seen Michael and Raphael wince often enough when he spoke while eating to know that it wouldn't win him any points. Besides, he'd much rather eat his fantastic taco than needle his new friend, much fun as that always was. Food just took priority, well, over most things anyway. The thought made him pause and he turned around to look at his lover consideringly. Castiel had come a long way when it came to eating and his angel had even started to show preferences, chocolate amongst them. Perhaps it was time to introduce his angel to the pleasures of combining delicious chocolaty goodness with sex?
A wicked smile crossed Dean's face as he pictured that particular scenario and Castiel tilted his head, looking at him inquiringly. "You'll see," Dean promised as the idea took hold.
He would so enjoy this.
"Now that we are all here, Raphael and I have some news to share," Michael said.
"That sounds ominous," Dean stated.
"It is definitely not good," Raphael agreed. "We believe that the chalice might be the one created by Saint John the Evangelist after his death to help purify the souls found in Purgatory."
"Wait, Purgatory is real?"
"Of course."
"Oh, okay."
"You didn't know?" Castiel questioned, frowning.
"I never really gave it much thought either way, to be honest. So what does this chalice do then? And why was it in a secret chamber in Teotihuacan?"
"We do not know the answer to the last question as the chalice seems to have vanished from Heaven a very long time ago," Michael stated.
"Things seem to vanish from Heaven on a regular basis," Dean replied. "Far too much so for comfort."
"I concur," Castiel agreed darkly. "I shall be implementing some new security measures and regulations."
"Had you not looked into what had gone missing before, Brother?" Raphael inquired.
"From the library and weapons armory, yes. I had not thought to broaden that search to encompass all of Heaven, a fact which was clearly remiss of me."
"You know, I hate to say it, but all of this is beginning to look far too systematic to be a coincidence," Dean declared, finishing his second taco.
"What do you mean?" Michael questioned.
"Well just think about it, the books, the weapons and now this chalice and who knows what other artifacts? And I wouldn't be surprised if it wasn't the only one. It almost strikes me that someone went through Heaven, grabbing what they needed to achieve their ends and then just made off with it all and, given from what we've uncovered so far, it was someone with prior knowledge of things to come. I mean why else would it all be things that we keep discovering are connected to the Apocalypse in one way or another?"
His speech left the archangels highly uncomfortable, just as Dean had known that it would, but he'd also known that it needed to be said despite that. Just like he'd needed to bring it up the first time he'd done so while sitting with Michael and Castiel at his favorite burger joint in the world (or at least the United States of America anyway, given some of what he'd tasted from the rest of the world he wasn't ruling anything out anymore). It was just too damn convenient for the books relating to the second half of the Apocalypse to go AWOL and then some of the weapons from the armory and now this chalice that Lucifer had so desperately wanted. It was just far too much and he didn't even believe in coincidences at the best of times. Still, it had to hurt his archangels to know that someone had deliberately set all of this up to ensure that they got to this point. He might not understand the dysfunctional family dynamics of Heaven, but he definitely understood what the betrayal of a sibling felt like.
"Dean is right, all of these events can't all be independent of each other," Castiel finally stated heavily, breaking the silence.
"True but it does not answer the question of who or why all of this was done," Raphael pointed out.
"Neither is there an immediately obvious answer," Michael added. "If it were Lucifer or Simiel, then the chalice would not have been placed somewhere that they were unable to reach easily."
"And if it were someone on our side then the books would not have been taken from the library as they could have prevented you from commencing the Apocalypse," Castiel concluded.
Dean winced at that, his lover's complete and total lack of tact not particularly helpful in this case. Instead of bristling, though, both Michael and Raphael took the words in stride, merely nodding their agreement. He was distracted for a moment at seeing his newest friend make sure a human gesture, but then figured that Raphael might be subconsciously imitating his older brother (well if angels even did that, though he had to assume that they did). Still, it was a testament to his influence, however indirectly it might have come about, and he couldn't help but feel a little swell of pride at that. So perhaps Castiel and Michael were influencing him and the way he thought, but it definitely wasn't a one way street and he figured that made it all okay. He probably could do with a certain amount of angelic influence if he was to survive the battles still to come.
"So who does that leave?" Dean asked, unable to come up with a viable third option.
"I do not know," Michael replied.
"Does anyone else stand to gain from everything that has happened?"
"Not anyone that could gain access to Heaven in order to do all that has been done."
"Your grandfather's resurrection," Castiel exclaimed suddenly. "I believe that, along with Sam's release from the cage and Adam's return to Heaven, need to be added to this list of unexplainable events. All three were performed by an as of yet unknown entity and, when taken together, do not make logical sense for anyone from either side to have done. Sam's resurrection perhaps if it were someone who wanted to ensure that Lucifer had no immediate vessel once he was freed, but not your grandfather's resurrection or Adam's release from the cage."
"Uh, it's too early in the morning for these kinds of deep thoughts," Dean muttered getting to his feet and heading towards the kitchen. "I need coffee."
"Perhaps they were not all performed by the same person?" Raphael suggested.
"That would imply that multiple beings have been tampering with Heaven's resources," Michael countered. "That is less likely."
"But it might make more sense."
"Only if we had a means of determining who had done what," Castiel said. "As it is, we would only be able to guess which would require at least some understanding of why each act was performed."
Dean listened with half an ear as his archangels tried to break things down while he set up his coffee machine. Its purchase had been pure indulgence on his part as it was neither the cheapest nor the most straightforward of coffee machines, but he'd figured that he deserved the small luxury. Besides, with all of the damn research that he'd been doing, he needed a constant source of caffeine in order to stay awake and not drift off over whatever tome he happened to be perusing at the time. Then of course there was the fact that, given Castiel's propensity to bring him coffee beans straight from Colombia, he really couldn't stand to ruin something that amazing because he'd been stingy with money that wasn't even his own.
Really, Dean was sometimes amazed that he hadn't ballooned in weight since his lover had first begun bringing him food and drinks from all over the world. He could honestly say that he'd never eaten so well, but neither had he ever eaten as much rich food as he did now. Before it had always been cheap, greasy stuff from roadside diners and the like. He was just about to hit the power button on the coffee machine when he heard his phone ring. For a moment he was sure that it had to be coming from the bedroom as he hadn't grabbed it earlier, but that was only because he'd momentarily forgotten just how he'd gotten dressed this morning. Or rather who had dressed him, wrong as that sounded.
"Yeah?" Dean said, already turning his attention back to the coffee machine.
"Dean? It's Father Giordano."
"Father Giordano," Dean repeated in surprise before a bad feeling settled into the pit of his stomach but he did his best to simply ignore it. "Do you have some more information for us?"
"No, no that is not why I am calling. The news is much worse, actually. The Vatican has been attacked and based on what you told Colonel Anrig during your last visit here, we believe that it might have been the archangel Simiel."
A.N.: See, told you the Vatican was coming back!
Chapter 131
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: up to and including Exile on Main St., AU from the end of season 5
Warnings: AU, slash, frottage
Word Count: 2,754
Summary: Dean and Castiel take it easy before getting back to work.
PAST
Dean stretched lazily, rubbing his face in his lover's feathers beneath him. Castiel hummed and the hand on his lower back moved upwards, tracing his spine. He arched his back, causing his morning wood to rub against his lover's wings and he moaned, the feel of the feathers against his cock simply sublime. He moaned and bucked his hips instinctively, seeking more. Castiel let out a half amused, half aroused sound and then the pressure of the wings beneath him firmed.
"Cas," Dean mewled, the contrast of silky softness with angelic strength frying his still sleep fogged mind.
"Dean," Castiel replied as Dean felt lips on his shoulder and the hot, hard length of his lover up against his hip.
His angel was humping him and it was hotter than it had any right to be. Dean opened his eyes to slits in order to catch a glimpse of Castiel's pleasure soaked face and the sight left him speechless. His fingers sunk into the wings beneath him, both for greater leverage, but also so he could twist and tug at the feathers. His lover bucked against him, Castiel's own hold on him tightening before teeth sank into his shoulder. He whined, back arching downwards and changing the angle his hips were canted at. His cock dragged deliciously across the feathers and then sank into them. The sensation of them literally engulfing his hard length blanked his mind for a moment and then Castiel shifted his wings, pulling them closer together and the pressure of his now weeping cock increased making his realize that he'd gotten his erection caught in-between two of the wings.
Dean moaned, thrusting harder and faster to feel as much of the wonderful sensation as was possible even if he was sure that it would drive him mad with pleasure. Castiel was moving more erratically against his side and he felt the warm stickiness of pre-cum on his skin. He keened before turning his head so that he could mouth along the delicate arch of one wing, eliciting all kinds of delicious little sounds from his angel. Wanting more, he brought his teeth into play, teasing the skin and baby feathers there and Castiel came, shouting his name.
The wings shifted uncontrollably beneath him and Dean cried out, arching. His lover's hand reached out across his back and landed on the handprint scar and then he was coming too, flying over the edge.
The pleasure left Dean half aware and completely pliant so when Castiel raised his wings, he rolled until he came to rest up against his angel. He hummed, well pleased with his new position and Castiel laughed but it was a soft sound and he knew that he wasn't the only one who was perfectly content to just lie here. He was warm, wet in all the right ways and completely sated; basking was entirely called for just now.
Time was always fluid at times like this, so Dean had absolutely no clue as to how much time might have passed before he heard the sounds coming from the other room.
"Cas?" Dean asked.
"It is Michael and Raphael."
Dean groaned, not at all ready to get up just yet. It was right after he'd made the decision to simply ignore the two archangels when the flutter of wings announced that at least of said archangels had absolutely no manners and wasn't going to be ignored. The tightening of Castiel's wings around him told him that his bare ass wasn't on display so he remained exactly where he was. What he totally forgot to take into account was which parts of him weren't being hidden from view by his lover's wings. Therefore it wasn't until fingers encircled his ankle while others tickled his bare foot that he realized his mistake.
He jerked his foot back even as he laughed, his whole body twitching.
"No fair!" Dean complained, opening his eyes to see Michael standing at the end of the bed, a large smile on his face. "Mike!"
The warning went unheeded and Michael reached for his other foot next.
"Cas!" Dean pleaded and laughed as he shifted, trying to pull his second foot out of reach.
His lover laughed but raised some wings to bat Michael back with so Dean let it go.
"Come on, Little One, time to get up," Michael stated, amusement still rife in his voice.
"Go away," Dean replied, tucking his head under a conveniently placed wing.
"Raphael brought food."
As if on cue, Dean's stomach growled. "Food?"
"Mm, tacos."
Tacos for breakfast? That was definitely something that Dean could get behind and he squeezed Castiel's arm when it looked like his angel might try to correct Michael's mistake. Or rather Raphael's, but he was simply pleased that his new friend had thought to get his anything at all even if it was time inappropriate. Besides, it was always time for tacos, especially ones that probably came straight from Mexico!
"Cas, could yo-" Dean began and then found himself clean and in a fresh set of clothes. "Thanks!"
"I knew food would get you out of bed," Michael teased.
"Bite me," Dean shot back and then paused. "Wait, then what was the tickling about?"
"Fun. And I wished to see how it worked in person instead of just abstractly."
"Bastard."
"Are you not pleased at my curiosity about humans?"
"Not so long as I'm the guinea pig. And it's 'aren't you'."
"I do not understand."
"People now say 'aren't you pleased' instead of 'are you not pleased'. They use the contraction."
And Dean couldn't quite believe that he of all people was giving grammar lessons. To an angel of the Lord no less.
"Oh, I see."
"I could've sworn that you've used them before."
"He has on occasion," Castiel agreed. "But I do not think he realized that he was doing it."
"Obviously not."
Michael frowned. "Why would people use these contractions?"
"'Cause they're shorter?"
"So it is sloth."
"Dude, don't go making it sound like a sin," Dean scowled. "It just makes sense. Why say twice as much when something much shorter makes do?"
"Humans are strange creatures."
"Hey!"
The fact that his lover laughed as well as Michael made Dean huff and leave the bedroom, imagining that if he had wings of his own his feathers would be all ruffled and raised just now. It was an odd thought and he stopped to contemplate it for a moment before the smell of the tacos reached him and he instantly rearranged his priorities.
"I was beginning to think that Michael would not get you out of bed," Raphael stated with some amusement as Dean made a beeline for the food.
"Dude, are you kidding me? With tacos in the place?" Dean replied, noting the Spanish on wrapper. "These from Mexico?"
"Yes, Rio Bravo to be exact. I heard a couple of the tourists recommending the place to another couple."
All it took was one bite for Dean to figure out why this place had been recommended as the taco was awesome, easily the best one that he'd ever had, but seeing as he'd only ever had American ones, that made sense. "You're awesome, Raph!"
"If only I'd known before that all I needed to gain your approval was to provide you with food."
The archangel was laughing at him. Dean glared at him over his taco but he had his mouth full at the moment and he'd seen Michael and Raphael wince often enough when he spoke while eating to know that it wouldn't win him any points. Besides, he'd much rather eat his fantastic taco than needle his new friend, much fun as that always was. Food just took priority, well, over most things anyway. The thought made him pause and he turned around to look at his lover consideringly. Castiel had come a long way when it came to eating and his angel had even started to show preferences, chocolate amongst them. Perhaps it was time to introduce his angel to the pleasures of combining delicious chocolaty goodness with sex?
A wicked smile crossed Dean's face as he pictured that particular scenario and Castiel tilted his head, looking at him inquiringly. "You'll see," Dean promised as the idea took hold.
He would so enjoy this.
"Now that we are all here, Raphael and I have some news to share," Michael said.
"That sounds ominous," Dean stated.
"It is definitely not good," Raphael agreed. "We believe that the chalice might be the one created by Saint John the Evangelist after his death to help purify the souls found in Purgatory."
"Wait, Purgatory is real?"
"Of course."
"Oh, okay."
"You didn't know?" Castiel questioned, frowning.
"I never really gave it much thought either way, to be honest. So what does this chalice do then? And why was it in a secret chamber in Teotihuacan?"
"We do not know the answer to the last question as the chalice seems to have vanished from Heaven a very long time ago," Michael stated.
"Things seem to vanish from Heaven on a regular basis," Dean replied. "Far too much so for comfort."
"I concur," Castiel agreed darkly. "I shall be implementing some new security measures and regulations."
"Had you not looked into what had gone missing before, Brother?" Raphael inquired.
"From the library and weapons armory, yes. I had not thought to broaden that search to encompass all of Heaven, a fact which was clearly remiss of me."
"You know, I hate to say it, but all of this is beginning to look far too systematic to be a coincidence," Dean declared, finishing his second taco.
"What do you mean?" Michael questioned.
"Well just think about it, the books, the weapons and now this chalice and who knows what other artifacts? And I wouldn't be surprised if it wasn't the only one. It almost strikes me that someone went through Heaven, grabbing what they needed to achieve their ends and then just made off with it all and, given from what we've uncovered so far, it was someone with prior knowledge of things to come. I mean why else would it all be things that we keep discovering are connected to the Apocalypse in one way or another?"
His speech left the archangels highly uncomfortable, just as Dean had known that it would, but he'd also known that it needed to be said despite that. Just like he'd needed to bring it up the first time he'd done so while sitting with Michael and Castiel at his favorite burger joint in the world (or at least the United States of America anyway, given some of what he'd tasted from the rest of the world he wasn't ruling anything out anymore). It was just too damn convenient for the books relating to the second half of the Apocalypse to go AWOL and then some of the weapons from the armory and now this chalice that Lucifer had so desperately wanted. It was just far too much and he didn't even believe in coincidences at the best of times. Still, it had to hurt his archangels to know that someone had deliberately set all of this up to ensure that they got to this point. He might not understand the dysfunctional family dynamics of Heaven, but he definitely understood what the betrayal of a sibling felt like.
"Dean is right, all of these events can't all be independent of each other," Castiel finally stated heavily, breaking the silence.
"True but it does not answer the question of who or why all of this was done," Raphael pointed out.
"Neither is there an immediately obvious answer," Michael added. "If it were Lucifer or Simiel, then the chalice would not have been placed somewhere that they were unable to reach easily."
"And if it were someone on our side then the books would not have been taken from the library as they could have prevented you from commencing the Apocalypse," Castiel concluded.
Dean winced at that, his lover's complete and total lack of tact not particularly helpful in this case. Instead of bristling, though, both Michael and Raphael took the words in stride, merely nodding their agreement. He was distracted for a moment at seeing his newest friend make sure a human gesture, but then figured that Raphael might be subconsciously imitating his older brother (well if angels even did that, though he had to assume that they did). Still, it was a testament to his influence, however indirectly it might have come about, and he couldn't help but feel a little swell of pride at that. So perhaps Castiel and Michael were influencing him and the way he thought, but it definitely wasn't a one way street and he figured that made it all okay. He probably could do with a certain amount of angelic influence if he was to survive the battles still to come.
"So who does that leave?" Dean asked, unable to come up with a viable third option.
"I do not know," Michael replied.
"Does anyone else stand to gain from everything that has happened?"
"Not anyone that could gain access to Heaven in order to do all that has been done."
"Your grandfather's resurrection," Castiel exclaimed suddenly. "I believe that, along with Sam's release from the cage and Adam's return to Heaven, need to be added to this list of unexplainable events. All three were performed by an as of yet unknown entity and, when taken together, do not make logical sense for anyone from either side to have done. Sam's resurrection perhaps if it were someone who wanted to ensure that Lucifer had no immediate vessel once he was freed, but not your grandfather's resurrection or Adam's release from the cage."
"Uh, it's too early in the morning for these kinds of deep thoughts," Dean muttered getting to his feet and heading towards the kitchen. "I need coffee."
"Perhaps they were not all performed by the same person?" Raphael suggested.
"That would imply that multiple beings have been tampering with Heaven's resources," Michael countered. "That is less likely."
"But it might make more sense."
"Only if we had a means of determining who had done what," Castiel said. "As it is, we would only be able to guess which would require at least some understanding of why each act was performed."
Dean listened with half an ear as his archangels tried to break things down while he set up his coffee machine. Its purchase had been pure indulgence on his part as it was neither the cheapest nor the most straightforward of coffee machines, but he'd figured that he deserved the small luxury. Besides, with all of the damn research that he'd been doing, he needed a constant source of caffeine in order to stay awake and not drift off over whatever tome he happened to be perusing at the time. Then of course there was the fact that, given Castiel's propensity to bring him coffee beans straight from Colombia, he really couldn't stand to ruin something that amazing because he'd been stingy with money that wasn't even his own.
Really, Dean was sometimes amazed that he hadn't ballooned in weight since his lover had first begun bringing him food and drinks from all over the world. He could honestly say that he'd never eaten so well, but neither had he ever eaten as much rich food as he did now. Before it had always been cheap, greasy stuff from roadside diners and the like. He was just about to hit the power button on the coffee machine when he heard his phone ring. For a moment he was sure that it had to be coming from the bedroom as he hadn't grabbed it earlier, but that was only because he'd momentarily forgotten just how he'd gotten dressed this morning. Or rather who had dressed him, wrong as that sounded.
"Yeah?" Dean said, already turning his attention back to the coffee machine.
"Dean? It's Father Giordano."
"Father Giordano," Dean repeated in surprise before a bad feeling settled into the pit of his stomach but he did his best to simply ignore it. "Do you have some more information for us?"
"No, no that is not why I am calling. The news is much worse, actually. The Vatican has been attacked and based on what you told Colonel Anrig during your last visit here, we believe that it might have been the archangel Simiel."
A.N.: See, told you the Vatican was coming back!
Chapter 131