Unexpected Destinies Chapter 173
Title: Unexpected Destinies
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: up to and including Exile on Main St., AU from the end of season 5
Warnings: AU, slash
Word Count: 4,228
Summary: Sam gets a call from Becky who has some information for them, only there's something she wants in return.
PRESENT
"Mm, you spoil me," Dean said when he entered the kitchen to find the room smelling heavenly.
"That is not possible," Castiel replied, handing him a cup of his favorite coffee when he stepped close to his husband.
Dean merely smiled, taking a sip of pure nirvana while letting his angel take his weight. He was so focused on his coffee that it was a few moments before he realized that the ambrosia he was drinking wasn't the only delicious aroma in the room. Opening his eyes he looked towards the table only to meet the more than amused faces of Sam and Gwen. He ignored them and instead focused on what lay on the table in-between them. Waffles. Wonderful, golden brown, sinful waffles.
"Those aren't American, are they?" Dean asked, already knowing the answer.
"No, they are Belgian."
"Belgian waffles?"
"Belgian breakfast waffles."
"There's a difference?"
"Yes."
Dean laughed. "You went to pick up that beer I asked for didn't you?"
"Of course."
When he'd asked for it, Dean had intended for Castiel to get it if he happened to be passing through but he should have known better. Every time that he'd asked for something, his husband had gotten it for him as soon as his angel could. Good thing he wasn't prone to abusing that kind of behavior as he sincerely doubted that his husband would ever tell him no unless he was asking for something dangerous. He sent his thanks wordlessly over the bond, knowing it would express his gratitude far better than anything he could say.
"These are delicious, Cas," Sam stated, snagging himself another one.
"Now that's an understatement if I've ever heard one," Gwen said shaking her head before turning to look at Dean. "Your husband is going to make me fat."
"That's what I said," Dean replied, reluctantly stepping out of Castiel's embrace to join the others at the table before they finished off all of the waffles. "We'll just have to step up our training regimen to compensate."
Both Gwen and Sam groaned at that.
"Dude, my bruises already have bruises," Sam complained.
"He's been moving like an old man all morning," Gwen informed Dean gleefully.
"Oh, like you're any better."
"Actually I am. I'm sore, true, but it's nothing I can't handle."
"Never said I couldn't."
"No, your bitching said that."
"Did not."
"Did too."
Dean couldn't help it, he laughed, drawing both of their attention and making them scowl at him in unison. "Now, now, children, play nice."
Sam blinked, turning to Gwen. "How did we end up giving him the high ground?"
The ringing of Sam's phone cut off Gwen's reply and Dean watched his brother frown as Sam pulled it out of his pocket. "Problem?"
"No, I just don't recognize the number," Sam explained getting to his feet and moving away from the table. "Sam Winchester."
With a shrug Dean turned his attention to more important things. Namely breakfast. Just as he'd hoped, it seemed that Castiel had kept some of the waffles back until his arrival as there were now more on the plate in the middle of the table than there had been before and he helped himself to two. He spared a quick glance at Gwen's before imitating her and spreading some butter and brown sugar over them. The first bite proved them to be every bit as delicious as they looked and he proceeded to stuff his face, ignoring the amusement that trickled across the bond as Castiel watched him do so.
"Ah, crap, what's wrong?" Gwen questioned in resignation when Sam came back into the room.
With a sinking feeling Dean twisted in his seat to look at his brother. What he saw allowed him to relax a little, for although Sam wore a bitch face, it was only number fourteen. That meant that his little brother was annoyed and put out but not angry or afraid. Whoever had called had given Sam bad news but not the panic and freak out now kind of bad news. Could it really be that they had just received the normal kind of bad news? It seemed like so long ago since that had last happened to them that he couldn't immediately think of when it had been precisely.
Then Sam's eyes flickered to him and Dean wanted to curse. Of course this bad news would somehow pertain to him. He wanted to say that he had no luck, but he knew that wasn't true either, he knew that with every fiber of his very being as that was how much of himself that was now always aware of his husband and bond mate. Still, he did seem to draw in the bad disproportionately often, even for a hunter.
"Well, at least I had my breakfast," Dean said wearily. "Alright, hit me with it."
"That was Becky," Sam began.
"Becky as in crazy ass fangirl Becky?"
"The one and only."
"Dude, how does she even have your number?"
"I don't know, maybe she saved it that time she stole Chuck's phone to contact us about the convention."
Dean shuddered at the reminder while Gwen laughed. He glared at her before returning his attention to his brother. "Okay, so what does she want?"
"You and Cas, apparently," Sam replied dryly and with no little amusement.
Even the fact that Dean knew this was merely payback for all of the times that he'd mercilessly teased his little brother about Becky's freaky obsession with him, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes at Sam. "Very funny."
"No, seriously. She wants you and Cas to go to her. Oh, and she demands Michael's presence as well."
"She demands?" Castiel repeated darkly.
"Yeah, her words, not mine."
"And why would we do this?" Dean asked.
"Because apparently she has some information for us."
"Information, what information?"
Sam rolled his eyes. "She may be crazy but she's not stupid, Dean. All that she'd say was that it was something she'd noticed in the books that we'd want to know about just like the last time when she was able to tell us what had happened with the Colt. Only this time it has something to do with Michael and the two of you."
Dean scowled and looked over at his husband. Castiel seemed pensive but not terribly perturbed, but then his angel had never had the misfortune of meeting Becky before and so didn't know what to expect. Well, he was sure that would change soon enough, especially if his brother hadn't been joking about her new... proclivities. Given the way that Becky had acted before with Sam, he had no doubt that she'd be just as touchy-feely with Castiel and he was kinda interested in seeing how his angel dealt with that. If it was anything like how his husband had reacted to Chastity then it would be more than worth the jealousy that he could already feel stirring in his gut at the mere thought of someone else feeling up his bond mate as Becky had Sam.
"You think she's being straight with you?" Dean asked instead to distract himself from that thought.
"Though she's tricked us in the past, she's never outright lied about having information for us," Sam replied. "Plus she knows you well enough to know how you'd react to being played like that."
"She does not know me."
"Oh, I wouldn't be so sure about that. You do remember how obsessive she was about me before, right? All of that's focused on you now. Well, you and Cas."
"Obsessive?" Castiel repeated just as Dean felt a stirring of something over their bond.
It was dark and possessive and his mind couldn't help but flash back to two nights ago. Dean swallowed thickly at the memory and he shifted in his seat to try and hide the fact that he was hardening in his jeans. Now was so not the time for that, especially if they were going to have to visit a sex crazed Becky. She already had her mind perpetually stuck in the gutter, there was absolutely no need to give her anything else with which to fuel her latest obsession, even if this time it was true. He made a mental note to strangle Chuck the next time he saw the prophet. He had warned the guy not to write and publish anymore books after all, so it would be Chuck's own fault really. If ever there was such a thing as a justified homicide, this would be it. He was sure that even the cops would agree if they'd ever had to put up with her or any other fangirl.
Fangirls were crazy, crazy people. And scary in a way that frightened him more than any supernatural creature could.
"She used to write stories about Sam and Dean and attend conventions dedicated to the books," Gwen explained. "And it only got worse once she realized that they were real."
"Why?" Castiel asked.
"Because she's a few fries short of a happy meal," Dean replied, smiling as his husband tugged at their bond to uncover what that meant rather than inquiring about it verbally. "I don't suppose that we can discover what she did just by reading the books?"
"Do you even realize how many books there are?" Sam asked. "Well over a hundred by now, plus do you really want us to go out and buy the most recent ones and actually read them?"
Dean pulled a face as he thought of that. "No, not really."
"I thought not."
"That would also only work if it was in one of the published ones," Gwen added. "You did say that the prophet spoke with her about things that aren't published yet, so what's to say that she doesn't see the early drafts of the new books as well?"
"Alright, alright, we'll go visit her," Dean relented, shoulders drooping. "Cas, do you know if Mike's free at the moment?"
"I have already spoken with him and he will meet us at the prophet's house as soon as he finishes what he is working on."
"Good. Let's go then. Either of you two want to come along," Dean questioned looking at Sam and Gwen.
"Hell no!" Sam exclaimed instantly.
"What, jealous Sam?"
"Very funny."
"I think it has more to do with the fact that Becky slapped him the last time that he saw her," Gwen laughed.
"She slapped you?" Dean repeated in disbelief.
"Shut up," Sam shot back, glaring at Gwen. "Apparently she's quite protective of you right now."
All of the humor left Dean instantly at those words and he scowled instead. "Great, that's just great."
"Don't worry, I'll protect you," Castiel stated, amusement lighting up their bond.
"Very funny, Feathers. Let's see how much you're laughing after you've actually met her and been molested by her. She's got even less of a sense of personal space than you ever did."
"Somehow I doubt that," Gwen commented. "At least not when it comes to you anyway."
"Bite me, Gwen."
"That would not be particularly good for my health."
"Come on, let's go, Cas, these two clowns can take care of the cleanup."
"Hey!" Sam protested. "It's your turn."
Dean had just enough time to send his brother a shit eating grin before his husband brushed two fingers against his forehead and they were off. Although the flight was nowhere near like what it was like when he was with Michael, he did get some sensation of time whereas before it had always felt instantaneous. He frowned at the difference but it instantly fled his mind at the sudden squealing sound that erupted seconds after their arrival.
"Dean!" Becky cried out, shoving her chair back and rushing at him.
Before Dean had the time to react, Becky had him in a tight embrace and was attempting to bounce from foot to foot at the same time. The only good thing was that he could feel Castiel's previously neutral opinion of Becky changing already. He'd just decided to simply put up with it until she let him go when one of her hands reached down and grabbed his ass.
"Whoa!" Dean exclaimed, breaking her hold and stepping back. "Hands!"
"Aw, you're trying to be modest, how sweet," Becky singsonged before her eyes shifted to his husband. "Cas!"
"Someone just shoot me now," Dean muttered under his breath before he turned to look at the two of them.
As he'd expected, Castiel had a look on his face that was quite similar to the one that his angel had worn when confronted with Chastity. Only now it was far less innocent and far more perplexed and confused, his husband not at all understanding what was going on here. Well that made two of them as he'd never understood fangirls. Or fanboys for that matter. Just the mere thought of that convention was more than enough to make him shudder. Seriously, those people needed to get a life, namely their own life, so that they could leave his well enough alone, thank you very much. It was his damnit and it was fucked up enough already without having other people trying to mess about with it or dreaming up all kinds of sordid scenarios for it.
"Wow, your eyes are even bluer than I'd imagined," Becky stated when she pulled back and looked closely at Castiel. "And you're even hotter than I thought you'd be. Not that Dean could ever end up with someone plain, but still."
"Hello Rebecca," Castiel replied.
For practically the first time ever, Dean saw Becky's face cloud over.
"It's Becky," Becky declared firmly. "Only my mom calls me Rebecca and I like you far too much to want to think about her."
"Your mother loves you a great deal, Rebecca, despite what you may think," Castiel stated.
"No she doesn't, she thinks I'm weird."
"No, she might not understand you, but she still loves you."
Ha, let her take that! Dean was strangely pleased with the fact that Becky didn't look nearly so happy now as she had before. He'd never dealt well with people on a manic high and a more subdued fangirl would definitely be easier to deal with and hopefully be far less touchy feely. He really should have known better, though, because as soon as he tried to steer the conversation to what they'd come here for by asking her what she had to tell them, her attention shifted back to him and her whole face lit up.
"Is that the necklace? Of course it is, you'd never take something like that off," Becky gushed, rushing back towards him and reaching up to touch his birthday gift from Michael.
Dean reacted instinctively, grabbing her wrist before she could reach her prize. "Don't," he warned. "That's personal."
"I knew it! I so totally knew it! Oh my God, the others are never going to believe me, but they'll see. Of course they'll just have to see when the books catch up with it!" Becky squealed all but vibrating in place.
"Knew what?" Dean demanded with a sinking feeling.
"I'm still trying to decide on what the best name for it would be though," Becky continued, her face a mixture of consternation and determination. "It's not every day that I get to coin a slash pairing name."
"Huh?"
"Well yeah, like Destiel. You know, Dean and Castiel, so Destiel. Now for this I'm thinking Midestiel or Desmiel or perhaps Demitiel."
"What are you talking about?"
"Of course, we have to have a catchy name for it, or how else will people refer to the three of you quickly and easily? I'm thinking either Desmiel or Demitiel, what do you think?"
"You think we are in a sexual relationship with Michael," Castiel stated.
"Well, duh, I'm not blind. I mean, seriously, the UST between the three of you, but especially with Dean and Michael, it's like whoa!"
Dean blanched when he realized that she was actually being serious. "Dude, Mike's my friend and Cas' brother."
As soon as he'd said the words, Dean knew that they'd be useless. Not only was he speaking the fangirl who'd spent the first few years of her involvement in the Supernatural fandom writing slash between himself and Sam, but the very fact that bonding even existed was because among angels that familial relationship didn't preclude a deeper emotional one. But Cas, him and Michael? Where the hell had she gotten that from? Yeah, sure he'd grown really close to his bond brother, but was that honestly all that it took? Or was it all of the symbolism of his bond brother taking him whenever he acted as Michael's vessel?
There had to be something seriously wrong with him if he was able to kinda see how Becky had made that leap. Seriously wrong.
"You and Cas were only friends in the beginning," Becky pointed out, her eyes gleaming in a way that made Dean highly uncomfortable. "And look at how that turned out. Oh! Can I see your wings, Cas? Please, pretty please?"
"Doing so would burn your eyes out, Rebecca," Castiel replied bluntly.
"No, not in their true form, silly, I mean the shadows. Like how you showed Dean that first time in the barn."
"No," Dean denied firmly, stepping between the two of them. "That's private too."
Instead of getting upset or angry, Becky's attention merely shifted to him and Dean couldn't help but wonder if she was on something. Surely this couldn't be natural, no one was this perky or energetic without some kind of chemical influence. Were they?
"Ooo! You're just so adorable! I can't believe that I never saw it before, but you're a hopeless romantic at heart, aren't you?"
Dean could only stare at her speechless as Becky stepped close and suddenly her hands were on his chest, feeling him up. Every single joke or comment that he'd made at his brother's expense about Becky and her behavior the first time that they'd met her ran through his mind just then and he regretted each and every one of them. Not that he'd ever admit that to Sam that of course.
"Cease touching Dean," Castiel ordered, voice low.
"No," Becky giggled. "He's firm, more so than Sam was," she continued, looking up at his face from far closer than Dean felt comfortable with but he was a bit at a loss as to what to do with her given that she had no compunctions just feeling people up. "I really don't get why I didn't see it before. You're gorgeous and snarky and vulnerable all at once, not to mention loyal as hell. Plus you got a great body and- oh my God, can I see the mark?"
Even as she said it, Becky was reaching for his shoulder. Before she got there though, Castiel was suddenly beside Dean and the next thing he knew, Becky had been forcefully shoved back onto the sofa. She went down with a cry of surprise and then lay there looking up at them with wide eyes. Jealousy and possessiveness poured over their bond and he could tell from the way Castiel held his wings that his husband'd had more than enough.
"You will not touch my bond mate again," Castiel commanded, voice steel.
Becky, however, was already losing the wide eyed look and her expression was slowly morphing into something else that made Dean want to groan. Of course she'd make this sexual. Fangirls, he swore that their minds just perpetually lived in the gutter.
"That's really hot!" Becky stated as she fanned herself with a hand, proving his point. "I never really got it before, but wow, I totally do now! If you feel the need to claim your bon- Wait, bond mate? That's not just a nickname is it? That's something more! Oh my God! Oh my God!"
Dean could feel a headache forming at all of the loud squealing and the way his husband's wings were twitching indicated that he wasn't the only one who'd had enough. "Becky?"
"Yes?"
"Don't blaspheme."
"What? Oh. OH. Sorry!"
"Just don't do it again. Now, you told Sam that you had something for us?"
"Well, it's more for Michael really. Have you bonded with him too? I mean beyond the whole vessel thing. Which, by the way, is totally hot too!"
"Becky!"
"Don't pretend that you don't know what I'm talking about. So what was this bonding? How did it happen? Was there steamy sex?"
"Dean does not wish to discuss it and neither do I," Castiel stated. "And Michael will be here soon."
Almost as if the uttering of his name had summoned his bond brother, Michael appeared beside Dean and Castiel a moment later. Becky's eyes went wide and she jumped at the sudden arrival but then her face fell as she really looked at him. The new expression was instantly familiar to him as it was the exact same one that she'd given him before, the first time that they'd met. Michael, clearly, wasn't what she'd expected him to be and he couldn't help but feel an echo of his old indignation at that for his bond brother. Who was she to pass judgment over them anyway?
"You're not what I was expecting," Becky stated, still looking at Michael. "But that's okay, I was always more of a twosome threesome fan anyway rather than the threesome threesome fan."
"Okay, what?" Dean demanded before his brain caught up with his mouth. "No, wait, on second thought, I really don't want to know."
"Twosome threesome is you, Mike and Cas while Mike's in you. So it's a threesome with only two bodies. The threesome threesome has Mike in his usual vessel."
Dean groaned as his mind automatically supplied him with images of both scenarios and he immediately wished that he could blot them from of his mental eye forever. He really hadn't needed those particular illustrations for Becky's latest perverted fantasies.
"I do not understand, what is she talking about?" Michael asked.
"You don't want to know," Dean replied. "It's a fan fiction thing."
"Fan fiction?"
"Stories written by fans of Chuck's books," Becky explained helpfully. "Like mine. They include you."
"Don't ask, please don't ask!" Dean begged both of his archangels silently. "Please!"
"Michael is here now, what information did you have for us?" Castiel questioned even as some of his husband's wings came to curl possessively around him, drawing Dean closer.
"Right, it's here," Becky said, scrambling through a disorganized pile of papers scattered around her computer. "It's one of Chuck's drafts for his next book. Anyway, I was reading it and it referred to Michael and the whole power decay thing and how much it's starting to affect his current vessel."
The words made Dean's head whip around to look at his bond brother and Michael glanced over at him guiltily.
"It is starting to become more of a problem," Michael agreed.
"Mm, I know," Becky stated. "But that's not what caught my eye, it's what came next. Now where is it? Ah, here it is. Right, let me see. Yes, here it is. So it was talking about the power decay and then it said, and I quote: without the power of the prophet's presence, it would continue to spread until it rendered the vessel useless and a new one would be required."
"Without the power of the prophet's presence," Castiel repeated slowly. "What does that mean?"
"Well I did some research into the matter and it seems like prophets of God contain enough of His presence through their gift to remain healthy and bestow some of that health onto others."
"Wait, you're saying that Chuck might be able to halt the spread of Michael's power decay?" Castiel inquired.
"Exactly. Which, now that I think about it makes the twosome threesome even more appealing because power decay just sounds nasty and totally not sexy."
"Mike, you ever heard of this before?" Dean asked, ignoring Becky's last comment.
"Not in this context, but it is known that prophets tend to remain healthy and strong despite often resorting to unhealthy habits to help them bear their burden," Michael responded. "It would not hurt to try. Where is he?"
"Chuck would rather not say," Becky said. "But my research indicated that it doesn't have to be his actual presence, any part of him will do."
"Any part of him?" Dean repeated, not at all liking the sound of that.
"Yeah, like his nail clippings would apparently be enough though that would be totally gross and disgusting. Luckily for you, Mike, I still have a lock of his hair. He grew it out for a while before deciding that he really didn't like it long so he cropped it off once more."
"My name is Michael, only Dean may call me Mike."
"Aw, of course he can," Becky cooed.
Dean's fists clenched as he resisted the urge to walk over to the wall and bang his head against it. Violence was not the answer here and any denial on their part would just further fuel her delusions. It was best just to get the lock of hair and get out as fast as possible and never, ever return.
Ever.
A.N.: Missing: my fourth wall. Has anyone seen it? It seems to have gone AWOL on me here :)
No, but seriously, I had far too much fun with this chapter, letting my fangirl side out and managing to toy with all of the lovely Castiel/Dean/Michael ideas that have occured to me while writing this fic.
On another note, in 2 days time, my Dean & Cas Big Bang fic will be posted! Though I can't say much, I'll say this: post 6.22 AU, Cas pov, severe mental Dean!whump & (of course) Art!!!
Chapter 174
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: up to and including Exile on Main St., AU from the end of season 5
Warnings: AU, slash
Word Count: 4,228
Summary: Sam gets a call from Becky who has some information for them, only there's something she wants in return.
PRESENT
"Mm, you spoil me," Dean said when he entered the kitchen to find the room smelling heavenly.
"That is not possible," Castiel replied, handing him a cup of his favorite coffee when he stepped close to his husband.
Dean merely smiled, taking a sip of pure nirvana while letting his angel take his weight. He was so focused on his coffee that it was a few moments before he realized that the ambrosia he was drinking wasn't the only delicious aroma in the room. Opening his eyes he looked towards the table only to meet the more than amused faces of Sam and Gwen. He ignored them and instead focused on what lay on the table in-between them. Waffles. Wonderful, golden brown, sinful waffles.
"Those aren't American, are they?" Dean asked, already knowing the answer.
"No, they are Belgian."
"Belgian waffles?"
"Belgian breakfast waffles."
"There's a difference?"
"Yes."
Dean laughed. "You went to pick up that beer I asked for didn't you?"
"Of course."
When he'd asked for it, Dean had intended for Castiel to get it if he happened to be passing through but he should have known better. Every time that he'd asked for something, his husband had gotten it for him as soon as his angel could. Good thing he wasn't prone to abusing that kind of behavior as he sincerely doubted that his husband would ever tell him no unless he was asking for something dangerous. He sent his thanks wordlessly over the bond, knowing it would express his gratitude far better than anything he could say.
"These are delicious, Cas," Sam stated, snagging himself another one.
"Now that's an understatement if I've ever heard one," Gwen said shaking her head before turning to look at Dean. "Your husband is going to make me fat."
"That's what I said," Dean replied, reluctantly stepping out of Castiel's embrace to join the others at the table before they finished off all of the waffles. "We'll just have to step up our training regimen to compensate."
Both Gwen and Sam groaned at that.
"Dude, my bruises already have bruises," Sam complained.
"He's been moving like an old man all morning," Gwen informed Dean gleefully.
"Oh, like you're any better."
"Actually I am. I'm sore, true, but it's nothing I can't handle."
"Never said I couldn't."
"No, your bitching said that."
"Did not."
"Did too."
Dean couldn't help it, he laughed, drawing both of their attention and making them scowl at him in unison. "Now, now, children, play nice."
Sam blinked, turning to Gwen. "How did we end up giving him the high ground?"
The ringing of Sam's phone cut off Gwen's reply and Dean watched his brother frown as Sam pulled it out of his pocket. "Problem?"
"No, I just don't recognize the number," Sam explained getting to his feet and moving away from the table. "Sam Winchester."
With a shrug Dean turned his attention to more important things. Namely breakfast. Just as he'd hoped, it seemed that Castiel had kept some of the waffles back until his arrival as there were now more on the plate in the middle of the table than there had been before and he helped himself to two. He spared a quick glance at Gwen's before imitating her and spreading some butter and brown sugar over them. The first bite proved them to be every bit as delicious as they looked and he proceeded to stuff his face, ignoring the amusement that trickled across the bond as Castiel watched him do so.
"Ah, crap, what's wrong?" Gwen questioned in resignation when Sam came back into the room.
With a sinking feeling Dean twisted in his seat to look at his brother. What he saw allowed him to relax a little, for although Sam wore a bitch face, it was only number fourteen. That meant that his little brother was annoyed and put out but not angry or afraid. Whoever had called had given Sam bad news but not the panic and freak out now kind of bad news. Could it really be that they had just received the normal kind of bad news? It seemed like so long ago since that had last happened to them that he couldn't immediately think of when it had been precisely.
Then Sam's eyes flickered to him and Dean wanted to curse. Of course this bad news would somehow pertain to him. He wanted to say that he had no luck, but he knew that wasn't true either, he knew that with every fiber of his very being as that was how much of himself that was now always aware of his husband and bond mate. Still, he did seem to draw in the bad disproportionately often, even for a hunter.
"Well, at least I had my breakfast," Dean said wearily. "Alright, hit me with it."
"That was Becky," Sam began.
"Becky as in crazy ass fangirl Becky?"
"The one and only."
"Dude, how does she even have your number?"
"I don't know, maybe she saved it that time she stole Chuck's phone to contact us about the convention."
Dean shuddered at the reminder while Gwen laughed. He glared at her before returning his attention to his brother. "Okay, so what does she want?"
"You and Cas, apparently," Sam replied dryly and with no little amusement.
Even the fact that Dean knew this was merely payback for all of the times that he'd mercilessly teased his little brother about Becky's freaky obsession with him, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes at Sam. "Very funny."
"No, seriously. She wants you and Cas to go to her. Oh, and she demands Michael's presence as well."
"She demands?" Castiel repeated darkly.
"Yeah, her words, not mine."
"And why would we do this?" Dean asked.
"Because apparently she has some information for us."
"Information, what information?"
Sam rolled his eyes. "She may be crazy but she's not stupid, Dean. All that she'd say was that it was something she'd noticed in the books that we'd want to know about just like the last time when she was able to tell us what had happened with the Colt. Only this time it has something to do with Michael and the two of you."
Dean scowled and looked over at his husband. Castiel seemed pensive but not terribly perturbed, but then his angel had never had the misfortune of meeting Becky before and so didn't know what to expect. Well, he was sure that would change soon enough, especially if his brother hadn't been joking about her new... proclivities. Given the way that Becky had acted before with Sam, he had no doubt that she'd be just as touchy-feely with Castiel and he was kinda interested in seeing how his angel dealt with that. If it was anything like how his husband had reacted to Chastity then it would be more than worth the jealousy that he could already feel stirring in his gut at the mere thought of someone else feeling up his bond mate as Becky had Sam.
"You think she's being straight with you?" Dean asked instead to distract himself from that thought.
"Though she's tricked us in the past, she's never outright lied about having information for us," Sam replied. "Plus she knows you well enough to know how you'd react to being played like that."
"She does not know me."
"Oh, I wouldn't be so sure about that. You do remember how obsessive she was about me before, right? All of that's focused on you now. Well, you and Cas."
"Obsessive?" Castiel repeated just as Dean felt a stirring of something over their bond.
It was dark and possessive and his mind couldn't help but flash back to two nights ago. Dean swallowed thickly at the memory and he shifted in his seat to try and hide the fact that he was hardening in his jeans. Now was so not the time for that, especially if they were going to have to visit a sex crazed Becky. She already had her mind perpetually stuck in the gutter, there was absolutely no need to give her anything else with which to fuel her latest obsession, even if this time it was true. He made a mental note to strangle Chuck the next time he saw the prophet. He had warned the guy not to write and publish anymore books after all, so it would be Chuck's own fault really. If ever there was such a thing as a justified homicide, this would be it. He was sure that even the cops would agree if they'd ever had to put up with her or any other fangirl.
Fangirls were crazy, crazy people. And scary in a way that frightened him more than any supernatural creature could.
"She used to write stories about Sam and Dean and attend conventions dedicated to the books," Gwen explained. "And it only got worse once she realized that they were real."
"Why?" Castiel asked.
"Because she's a few fries short of a happy meal," Dean replied, smiling as his husband tugged at their bond to uncover what that meant rather than inquiring about it verbally. "I don't suppose that we can discover what she did just by reading the books?"
"Do you even realize how many books there are?" Sam asked. "Well over a hundred by now, plus do you really want us to go out and buy the most recent ones and actually read them?"
Dean pulled a face as he thought of that. "No, not really."
"I thought not."
"That would also only work if it was in one of the published ones," Gwen added. "You did say that the prophet spoke with her about things that aren't published yet, so what's to say that she doesn't see the early drafts of the new books as well?"
"Alright, alright, we'll go visit her," Dean relented, shoulders drooping. "Cas, do you know if Mike's free at the moment?"
"I have already spoken with him and he will meet us at the prophet's house as soon as he finishes what he is working on."
"Good. Let's go then. Either of you two want to come along," Dean questioned looking at Sam and Gwen.
"Hell no!" Sam exclaimed instantly.
"What, jealous Sam?"
"Very funny."
"I think it has more to do with the fact that Becky slapped him the last time that he saw her," Gwen laughed.
"She slapped you?" Dean repeated in disbelief.
"Shut up," Sam shot back, glaring at Gwen. "Apparently she's quite protective of you right now."
All of the humor left Dean instantly at those words and he scowled instead. "Great, that's just great."
"Don't worry, I'll protect you," Castiel stated, amusement lighting up their bond.
"Very funny, Feathers. Let's see how much you're laughing after you've actually met her and been molested by her. She's got even less of a sense of personal space than you ever did."
"Somehow I doubt that," Gwen commented. "At least not when it comes to you anyway."
"Bite me, Gwen."
"That would not be particularly good for my health."
"Come on, let's go, Cas, these two clowns can take care of the cleanup."
"Hey!" Sam protested. "It's your turn."
Dean had just enough time to send his brother a shit eating grin before his husband brushed two fingers against his forehead and they were off. Although the flight was nowhere near like what it was like when he was with Michael, he did get some sensation of time whereas before it had always felt instantaneous. He frowned at the difference but it instantly fled his mind at the sudden squealing sound that erupted seconds after their arrival.
"Dean!" Becky cried out, shoving her chair back and rushing at him.
Before Dean had the time to react, Becky had him in a tight embrace and was attempting to bounce from foot to foot at the same time. The only good thing was that he could feel Castiel's previously neutral opinion of Becky changing already. He'd just decided to simply put up with it until she let him go when one of her hands reached down and grabbed his ass.
"Whoa!" Dean exclaimed, breaking her hold and stepping back. "Hands!"
"Aw, you're trying to be modest, how sweet," Becky singsonged before her eyes shifted to his husband. "Cas!"
"Someone just shoot me now," Dean muttered under his breath before he turned to look at the two of them.
As he'd expected, Castiel had a look on his face that was quite similar to the one that his angel had worn when confronted with Chastity. Only now it was far less innocent and far more perplexed and confused, his husband not at all understanding what was going on here. Well that made two of them as he'd never understood fangirls. Or fanboys for that matter. Just the mere thought of that convention was more than enough to make him shudder. Seriously, those people needed to get a life, namely their own life, so that they could leave his well enough alone, thank you very much. It was his damnit and it was fucked up enough already without having other people trying to mess about with it or dreaming up all kinds of sordid scenarios for it.
"Wow, your eyes are even bluer than I'd imagined," Becky stated when she pulled back and looked closely at Castiel. "And you're even hotter than I thought you'd be. Not that Dean could ever end up with someone plain, but still."
"Hello Rebecca," Castiel replied.
For practically the first time ever, Dean saw Becky's face cloud over.
"It's Becky," Becky declared firmly. "Only my mom calls me Rebecca and I like you far too much to want to think about her."
"Your mother loves you a great deal, Rebecca, despite what you may think," Castiel stated.
"No she doesn't, she thinks I'm weird."
"No, she might not understand you, but she still loves you."
Ha, let her take that! Dean was strangely pleased with the fact that Becky didn't look nearly so happy now as she had before. He'd never dealt well with people on a manic high and a more subdued fangirl would definitely be easier to deal with and hopefully be far less touchy feely. He really should have known better, though, because as soon as he tried to steer the conversation to what they'd come here for by asking her what she had to tell them, her attention shifted back to him and her whole face lit up.
"Is that the necklace? Of course it is, you'd never take something like that off," Becky gushed, rushing back towards him and reaching up to touch his birthday gift from Michael.
Dean reacted instinctively, grabbing her wrist before she could reach her prize. "Don't," he warned. "That's personal."
"I knew it! I so totally knew it! Oh my God, the others are never going to believe me, but they'll see. Of course they'll just have to see when the books catch up with it!" Becky squealed all but vibrating in place.
"Knew what?" Dean demanded with a sinking feeling.
"I'm still trying to decide on what the best name for it would be though," Becky continued, her face a mixture of consternation and determination. "It's not every day that I get to coin a slash pairing name."
"Huh?"
"Well yeah, like Destiel. You know, Dean and Castiel, so Destiel. Now for this I'm thinking Midestiel or Desmiel or perhaps Demitiel."
"What are you talking about?"
"Of course, we have to have a catchy name for it, or how else will people refer to the three of you quickly and easily? I'm thinking either Desmiel or Demitiel, what do you think?"
"You think we are in a sexual relationship with Michael," Castiel stated.
"Well, duh, I'm not blind. I mean, seriously, the UST between the three of you, but especially with Dean and Michael, it's like whoa!"
Dean blanched when he realized that she was actually being serious. "Dude, Mike's my friend and Cas' brother."
As soon as he'd said the words, Dean knew that they'd be useless. Not only was he speaking the fangirl who'd spent the first few years of her involvement in the Supernatural fandom writing slash between himself and Sam, but the very fact that bonding even existed was because among angels that familial relationship didn't preclude a deeper emotional one. But Cas, him and Michael? Where the hell had she gotten that from? Yeah, sure he'd grown really close to his bond brother, but was that honestly all that it took? Or was it all of the symbolism of his bond brother taking him whenever he acted as Michael's vessel?
There had to be something seriously wrong with him if he was able to kinda see how Becky had made that leap. Seriously wrong.
"You and Cas were only friends in the beginning," Becky pointed out, her eyes gleaming in a way that made Dean highly uncomfortable. "And look at how that turned out. Oh! Can I see your wings, Cas? Please, pretty please?"
"Doing so would burn your eyes out, Rebecca," Castiel replied bluntly.
"No, not in their true form, silly, I mean the shadows. Like how you showed Dean that first time in the barn."
"No," Dean denied firmly, stepping between the two of them. "That's private too."
Instead of getting upset or angry, Becky's attention merely shifted to him and Dean couldn't help but wonder if she was on something. Surely this couldn't be natural, no one was this perky or energetic without some kind of chemical influence. Were they?
"Ooo! You're just so adorable! I can't believe that I never saw it before, but you're a hopeless romantic at heart, aren't you?"
Dean could only stare at her speechless as Becky stepped close and suddenly her hands were on his chest, feeling him up. Every single joke or comment that he'd made at his brother's expense about Becky and her behavior the first time that they'd met her ran through his mind just then and he regretted each and every one of them. Not that he'd ever admit that to Sam that of course.
"Cease touching Dean," Castiel ordered, voice low.
"No," Becky giggled. "He's firm, more so than Sam was," she continued, looking up at his face from far closer than Dean felt comfortable with but he was a bit at a loss as to what to do with her given that she had no compunctions just feeling people up. "I really don't get why I didn't see it before. You're gorgeous and snarky and vulnerable all at once, not to mention loyal as hell. Plus you got a great body and- oh my God, can I see the mark?"
Even as she said it, Becky was reaching for his shoulder. Before she got there though, Castiel was suddenly beside Dean and the next thing he knew, Becky had been forcefully shoved back onto the sofa. She went down with a cry of surprise and then lay there looking up at them with wide eyes. Jealousy and possessiveness poured over their bond and he could tell from the way Castiel held his wings that his husband'd had more than enough.
"You will not touch my bond mate again," Castiel commanded, voice steel.
Becky, however, was already losing the wide eyed look and her expression was slowly morphing into something else that made Dean want to groan. Of course she'd make this sexual. Fangirls, he swore that their minds just perpetually lived in the gutter.
"That's really hot!" Becky stated as she fanned herself with a hand, proving his point. "I never really got it before, but wow, I totally do now! If you feel the need to claim your bon- Wait, bond mate? That's not just a nickname is it? That's something more! Oh my God! Oh my God!"
Dean could feel a headache forming at all of the loud squealing and the way his husband's wings were twitching indicated that he wasn't the only one who'd had enough. "Becky?"
"Yes?"
"Don't blaspheme."
"What? Oh. OH. Sorry!"
"Just don't do it again. Now, you told Sam that you had something for us?"
"Well, it's more for Michael really. Have you bonded with him too? I mean beyond the whole vessel thing. Which, by the way, is totally hot too!"
"Becky!"
"Don't pretend that you don't know what I'm talking about. So what was this bonding? How did it happen? Was there steamy sex?"
"Dean does not wish to discuss it and neither do I," Castiel stated. "And Michael will be here soon."
Almost as if the uttering of his name had summoned his bond brother, Michael appeared beside Dean and Castiel a moment later. Becky's eyes went wide and she jumped at the sudden arrival but then her face fell as she really looked at him. The new expression was instantly familiar to him as it was the exact same one that she'd given him before, the first time that they'd met. Michael, clearly, wasn't what she'd expected him to be and he couldn't help but feel an echo of his old indignation at that for his bond brother. Who was she to pass judgment over them anyway?
"You're not what I was expecting," Becky stated, still looking at Michael. "But that's okay, I was always more of a twosome threesome fan anyway rather than the threesome threesome fan."
"Okay, what?" Dean demanded before his brain caught up with his mouth. "No, wait, on second thought, I really don't want to know."
"Twosome threesome is you, Mike and Cas while Mike's in you. So it's a threesome with only two bodies. The threesome threesome has Mike in his usual vessel."
Dean groaned as his mind automatically supplied him with images of both scenarios and he immediately wished that he could blot them from of his mental eye forever. He really hadn't needed those particular illustrations for Becky's latest perverted fantasies.
"I do not understand, what is she talking about?" Michael asked.
"You don't want to know," Dean replied. "It's a fan fiction thing."
"Fan fiction?"
"Stories written by fans of Chuck's books," Becky explained helpfully. "Like mine. They include you."
"Don't ask, please don't ask!" Dean begged both of his archangels silently. "Please!"
"Michael is here now, what information did you have for us?" Castiel questioned even as some of his husband's wings came to curl possessively around him, drawing Dean closer.
"Right, it's here," Becky said, scrambling through a disorganized pile of papers scattered around her computer. "It's one of Chuck's drafts for his next book. Anyway, I was reading it and it referred to Michael and the whole power decay thing and how much it's starting to affect his current vessel."
The words made Dean's head whip around to look at his bond brother and Michael glanced over at him guiltily.
"It is starting to become more of a problem," Michael agreed.
"Mm, I know," Becky stated. "But that's not what caught my eye, it's what came next. Now where is it? Ah, here it is. Right, let me see. Yes, here it is. So it was talking about the power decay and then it said, and I quote: without the power of the prophet's presence, it would continue to spread until it rendered the vessel useless and a new one would be required."
"Without the power of the prophet's presence," Castiel repeated slowly. "What does that mean?"
"Well I did some research into the matter and it seems like prophets of God contain enough of His presence through their gift to remain healthy and bestow some of that health onto others."
"Wait, you're saying that Chuck might be able to halt the spread of Michael's power decay?" Castiel inquired.
"Exactly. Which, now that I think about it makes the twosome threesome even more appealing because power decay just sounds nasty and totally not sexy."
"Mike, you ever heard of this before?" Dean asked, ignoring Becky's last comment.
"Not in this context, but it is known that prophets tend to remain healthy and strong despite often resorting to unhealthy habits to help them bear their burden," Michael responded. "It would not hurt to try. Where is he?"
"Chuck would rather not say," Becky said. "But my research indicated that it doesn't have to be his actual presence, any part of him will do."
"Any part of him?" Dean repeated, not at all liking the sound of that.
"Yeah, like his nail clippings would apparently be enough though that would be totally gross and disgusting. Luckily for you, Mike, I still have a lock of his hair. He grew it out for a while before deciding that he really didn't like it long so he cropped it off once more."
"My name is Michael, only Dean may call me Mike."
"Aw, of course he can," Becky cooed.
Dean's fists clenched as he resisted the urge to walk over to the wall and bang his head against it. Violence was not the answer here and any denial on their part would just further fuel her delusions. It was best just to get the lock of hair and get out as fast as possible and never, ever return.
Ever.
A.N.: Missing: my fourth wall. Has anyone seen it? It seems to have gone AWOL on me here :)
No, but seriously, I had far too much fun with this chapter, letting my fangirl side out and managing to toy with all of the lovely Castiel/Dean/Michael ideas that have occured to me while writing this fic.
On another note, in 2 days time, my Dean & Cas Big Bang fic will be posted! Though I can't say much, I'll say this: post 6.22 AU, Cas pov, severe mental Dean!whump & (of course) Art!!!
Chapter 174