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Dean was panting through the pain as he felt a need to bear down. This had to be the most painful experience of his life after hell. Hard to believe one night of fun could lead to this much pain…

12 Weeks Ago

Dean walked to the bar just down the road from the motel they were staying at. He had to get away from Sam. The sting of betrayal was too sharp. The tension between them too fraught with emotions he didn’t have the energy to try to untangle. The case with War had just hammered home how dysfunctional they had become, how he wasn’t able to trust his own brother. He sat at the bar and ordered a double, knocked it back and ordered another. The second drink he sipped, and he felt the heat glide down his throat as he looked around the bar. There was a couple pool tables in the back of the bar, but nobody was playing. The crowd was thin tonight, a few groups of friends just hanging out, a couple businessmen drowning their sorrows. Dean turned back to the bar, disappointed. It looked like his plan for a distraction from his shit show of a life was a flop.

Just as he was thinking about calling it a night and heading back to the motel room, a guy came in who piqued Dean’s interest. He had blond hair, blue eyes, and was a little rough around the edges. He was a few years older than Dean, which was a plus in his mind as Dean liked his male partners to be older than him. The man sidled up to the bar and ordered a double with a “Keep them coming.” Dean knew that mood way too well.

As the man sat next to him and drank, Sam called Dean on his cell. “Yeah,” Dean answered, not in the mood to talk. As Sam started to apologize again, Dean cut him off with, “Just…. Stop. I just need to get away for the night. I will see you tomorrow.” He disconnected the call and turned off the phone in a defensive motion.

“Lover’s quarrel?” the barkeep asked.

“Family issue,” Dean replied and left it at that.

The man drinking next to him snorted. “No family has more issues than mine.”

“I think I have you beat. My brother betrayed me. He didn’t trust my judgement and instead followed a skanky bitch which made us lose everything. And now he thinks everything will be fine with enough I’m sorrys. I am just having a tough time getting past it. I can't trust him to be by my side or have my back, and I can't trust his judgement anymore, either. I just couldn’t be by him anymore tonight. I bet you can’t beat that,” Dean threw out.

“My brother not only betrayed me, but he had me locked up forever. At least your brother is saying I’m sorry. My brother is trying to hunt me down since I escaped the cage he threw me in.” The man said, one upping Dean.

Giving out more information about himself than he ever had before playing this game of one-upmanship, Dean said, “My dad would always leave us for weeks at a time to work a job, and he never gave us enough money to get by on for how long he'd said he'd be gone, and he always underestimated how long he’d be gone, to boot. He wouldn’t be able tell us when the job would be complete and when he'd return, so I just had to come up with ways to keep us fed and survive while he was gone. Then, he ghosted us for months until a couple days before he died. And, to top it off, my brother always ran away from home, from me, any chance he got. Mr. Abandonment Issues right here,” Dean proclaimed, pointing to himself.

The man next to him snorted. “My father completely abandoned us. He’s not dead, but we have no idea where he is. And to top it off, he is the one who told my brother to lock me up.”

“That’s messed up, man,” Dean replied. “I’m Dean,” he said.

“Nick,” Nick replied.

“I hate to say this, but it's kind of nice to know someone else's family is as messed up as mine,” Dean said.

“There is a certain camaraderie being able to relate to someone like this,” Nick agreed.

Dean looked around the bar and said, “Why don't we get out of here and exchange more than family stories in private.”

Nick looked Dean up and down then smiled. “Why don't we,” he agreed.

Nick led Dean to the motel in the opposite direction from the bar that the motel Dean was staying at was in. He unlocked the door to his room, and as the door closed behind them, Dean pressed Nick against the wall and began kissing him. Nick was slow to respond, but then seemed to get with the program and was kissing back desperately. Dean ran his hands over Nick's body and Nick reciprocated, like he was waiting for Dean to take the lead so he knew what Dean wanted. Dean figured he'd show Nick exactly what he wanted. He slid Nick's jacket off his shoulders and then slowly dragged his t-shirt up his body while his lips followed the trail of bare skin, dragging his mouth up from Nick's treasure trail up to his nubs, letting his mouth lick, suckle and nip the sensitive protrusions. Nick's moans and his hands in Dean's hair showed how much he liked it. Nick was almost acting like a teenage boy at prom going to get some for the first time, he was that responsive. After spending quite a few minutes on the nubs, he finished removing Nick's shirt as he bit and sucked a trail on his collar bone and neck, following his jawline over to his ear. Nick's hands were grasping at Dean as he found the sensitive spot just behind Nick's ear. As Dean laved that spot with attention, he heard thunder rumble in the background, but an approaching storm was not his concern for the time being.

Dean moved back to Nick's mouth, and he ran his tongue over Nick's lips, and as they parted his tongue entered the cavity. Again, at first Nick didn't respond, like there was a time delay, but then they were dueling for control, and as Nick got the upper hand and his tongue dominated Dean's, he swung Dean around until Dean was pressed into the wall and now Nick was exploring Dean's body. His actions mirrored Dean's. He slid Dean's jacket and over shirt off his shoulders then slowly moved the t-shirt up as he explored Dean's torso, starting just above the button on his jeans, and working his lips over his stomach, his tongue playing with his bellybutton for a minute before moving up to Dean's perky nipples and laving them with attention. He started just licking the nubs, tentative kitten licks to start but getting more confident as moans started to fall from Dean's lips. Then he suckled the nipple as he moved his fingers over the other, lightly flicking and rubbing at first, then twisting as he bit the other nipple. Dean groaned and thrust his cock into Nick's bulge as the teasing was getting to be too much.

Again Nick hesitated then responded with the same motion, both of them gasping at the contact, he continued thrusting against Dean as he finished pulling off Dean's shirt. Dean worked his hand down to their jeans and undid the buttons and zippers, releasing both of their cocks from their fabric prison. He grasped their cocks and wrapped his hands around their members, as Nick was busy kissing Dean's neck and stimulating the sensitive spot behind his ear. As Dean started thrusting into his fist, rubbing his length along Nick's cock, a loud moan escaped from Nick's lips, seeming to startle him, but he quickly got with the program and was thrusting into Dean's fist as they kissed, tongues dueling, breathing each other's air, not willing to separate. Nick came first with a yell and he was quickly followed by Dean. They leant against the wall, kissing as they came down from the high, and Dean said to Nick, “Want to clean up with me?” At Nick's quizzical look, Dean clarified, “Shower together?” Nick slowly nodded his head and followed Dean.

They finished stripping as they walked to the bathroom, and Dean started the shower, letting the water heat up. Once it was a decent temperature, he pulled Nick into the shower with him, and started kissing him as he grabbed the soap and ran it over Nick’s body seductively, washing Nick's body with his bare hands. Dean started with Nick’s chest and worked his way down. Nick groaned as Dean began fondling Nick's balls and rubbing his perineum. Nick grabbed the other bar of soap and mimicked Dean’s motions with the soap, but he followed the soapy path with his mouth. Both of the men were gasping and moaning from the attention of the other. Nick was at full mast, and Dean couldn't help but admire the size and girth of Nick's member. Dean gasped out, “Are you clean?”

Nick looked down at his body and said, “Yes.”

“Use this as lube and fuck me,” Dean panted as he grabbed the travel shampoo. When Nick didn't move fast enough for him, he opened the shampoo, poured it in his hand and rubbed it on Nick's dick. He braced his arms against the shower wall, and lined Nick's dick up with his hole and slowly pushed backwards, swallowing Nick's cock with his hole. Nick gave a surprised gasp, then grabbed onto Dean's hips as he slowly finished entering Dean until he was balls deep in him. Nick waited as Dean acclimated to his member being inside of him, then Dean pushed back to show he was ready, and Nick slowly pulled almost all the way out then slid back in, groaning at the warm, slick tightness that enveloped his cock.

He slowly increased his speed, and when Dean cried out, “Yes! Harder!” He listened and thrust harder, snapping his hips into Dean, and when he hit the bundle of nerves and Dean yelled, “Motherfucker! Yes! Right there! Do that again!” he listened again, and nailed that spot every time until Dean came with a cry. Dean’s walls contracted around Nick's cock, gripping it tight, which wrung his orgasm out of him. He came with a shocked yell as he pumped his seed inside of Dean, continuing to thrust into him as if he couldn't stop. He was kissing the back of Dean's neck and shoulders as he continued to slowly thrust in and out of Dean, enjoying the pleasurable sparks going up his spine from the pressure around his cock from Dean's walls. He slowly pulled out and turned Dean around, kissing him thoroughly. Dean said, “Wow!” and curled into Nick. Nick turned off the water, dried them off, then carried Dean into bed and laid back with Dean snuggled on his chest.

Dean woke up after a short nap, and saw Nick watching him as he slowly stroked his back. Dean smiled and leaned up to kiss Nick, feeling the delicious glide of skin against skin as he did so. “Do you have lube?” he asked Nick.

Nick produced a bottle, and Dean smiled and said, “I got me a boy scout,” as he grabbed the bottle from Nick. Nick seemed content to watch what Dean was going to do and follow his lead, which was a heady feeling. Normally, there was a constant fight over dominance, but Nick was okay handing over the reins of control to Dean. Dean felt little nick starting to perk up underneath him, and he decided to help it along. He kissed his way down Nick's chest and abdomen until he reached his cock. He suckled the head of Nick's cock, and Nick gave a surprised “Oh!” at the sensations that flooded his system. Dean chuckled, and the vibrations from the chuckle against and around the head of his cock made even more pleasurable sensations ping throughout Nick's nervous system. Just as Nick thought it couldn't get any better, Dean took his whole member into his wet, warm mouth and deep throated him, swallowing around his member. Nick gave a startled shout of ecstasy at feeling Deans throat contract around his dick with that move.

Dean pulled off of him and smiled, saying, “Now that little nick is harder than nails…” as he grabbed the lube, generously coated Nick's cock, and straddled Nick's lap as he impaled himself on Nick’s member, pressing down until Nick was balls deep inside him. Dean moaned at the exquisite burn that move caused. After he had adjusted to Nick's sizeable member, he slowly lifted and swiveled his hips. Nick jack-knifed as Dean started to move, not expecting the overwhelming sensations from his cock being rubbed by Dean's walls as Dean swiveled. After a few minutes of Dean taking the lead, Nick couldn't take any more teasing and flipped them over, and remembering Dean's instructions, started thrusting deep and hard, nailing Dean's prostate. Dean wrapped his legs around Nick's waist and held on as Nick railed him better than anyone else had ever done before. Dean felt his groin and balls tightening, then his channel clamped down on Nick’s cock as he came, his hands digging into Nick's back, wringing a cry out of Nick as he came inside Dean, his cum splashing Dean's walls. Nick collapsed on top of Dean and rolled over, his arms around Dean, so Dean was straddling Nick, and Nick remained nestled inside Dean. Dean fell asleep while still straddling Nick, his cock inside of him while he was wrapped up in his arms.

When Dean woke up, Nick was watching him sleep again. Dean yawned and said, “I have to get back to my brother, but I have enough time for one more round if you're up for it.”

Nick smiled and said, “I think I am up for it,” as he rubbed his hard-on against Dean's thigh.

Dean laughed and said, “Unfortunately, my ass is not up to another round. 69?”

“Whatever you want,” Nick replied.

Dean moved them into position and went down on Nick, and after a second, Nick followed. Nick suckled Dean's head, and then deep-throated Dean. Dean moaned around Nick's member, which caused Nick to moan around Dean, and the feedback loop of moans vibrating against cocks had both of them coming down the other’s throat pretty quickly. As they both caught their breath, Nick said to Dean, “This has been very delightsome. You were very enlightening, and I thoroughly enjoyed our encounter.”

Dean responded, “I normally don't do this, but do you want to exchange numbers? I feel a connection to you that I don't want to lose.”

Nick replied. “I just got a new phone so I don't know my number, but let me grab it, and you can text yourself from it.”

Dean gave a sigh of relief as he thought Nick was going to blow him off when he first started talking. Nick found his pants and grabbed his phone, opening a new text for Dean. Dean input his number and texted himself so he'd have Nick's number. “Don't be a stranger,” Dean said as he started to get dressed.

“I won't. You don't be a stranger either,” Nick said as he watched Dean get dressed. They kissed chastely before Dean left the room, and Nick closed the door with a final sounding click.

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Over the next few weeks, they texted and called each other, talking about nothing and everything, from sexual bantering to getting philosophical about life events, to telling each other their life stories and their darkest secrets. Through him and Sam splitting up and then going back on the road together, through Rafael, Paris Hilton and the Cambion, they continued to text or call daily. Dean taught Nick how to sext and have phone sex, and there were many nights where they both came together, breathing hard as they listened to each other get off on the other end of the phone. Dean hadn't had any one night stands since Nick, and he wasn't interested in pursuing anyone for a one night stand, either. He was satisfied with sexting and having phone sex with Nick.

Dean started to have stomach issues around the time they fought Paris Hilton. He felt nauseous all day long, although the nausea was worse in the morning. Through sheer willpower he has managed to only puke once, and he has been able to keep Sam unaware of his current malady. He chalks the stomach issues up to stress, as they are trying to figure out a way to stop the Apocalypse that they started. So far Lucifer has been quiet, but who knows when that will change.

Then, around the time they met Jesse Turner, the smell of ground beef cooking makes him gag, not to mention smelling a cooked burger. He talks Sam into getting lunchmeat and bread instead of going to diners for meals, and blames it on being frugal because money is tight. Sam shrugs and buys the fixings for sandwiches as he is happy to skip the diner fare. Then, on top of everything else that's going on, Dean starts craving fruit and vegetables, and the smell of alcohol, any alcohol, even a can of beer, is enough to make him lose his lunch. He is grabbing salads and wraps while Sam is researching in the library to feed the cravings he’s having without Sam noticing his new diet. He had only been dealing with the cravings and abstaining from red meat and alcohol for a few days when the Trickster traps them in TV land.

Meeting Dr. Sexy was a fantasy come true. Since his brother was there, it stayed G rated instead of becoming X-rated like he would have liked, but still, Dr. Sexy! Around the time of the Japanese game show, he realized the Trickster was going easy on him. When he figured out the Trickster was an angel, Dean had trapped him in a ring of holy oil. The angel admitted to them that he was the Archangel Gabriel. He informed them in no uncertain terms what their roles in the Apocalypse were. Dean assumed the reason Gabriel was favoring him in TV land was because he didn’t want to hurt Mike's meat suit, the same as all the dicks in heaven. But then Gabriel's long hard stare at Dean's stomach while he was trapped in the ring of holy oil, and his parting shot of, “Dean-o’s already flipped the script. There is a previously unforetold and therefore unknown factor that may change everything. I hope you like eggs, Dean,” before he vanished, left Dean feeling wary and off center. Before Dean and Sam could try to parse Gabriel's parting words, they received an SOS text from Chuck, and hurried to meet him at the address he gave them.

Arriving at the Supernatural convention was a little trippy. How could people love the craptastic mess that their lives were? But hearing them talk about Sam and Dean, and how the brothers would give up everything for each other, and how they, the fans of the series, envied their relationship, Dean realized they had shitty things happen to them, but he was lucky to have the relationship he did with Sam. This interlude at the convention had been nice and what Dean had unknowingly needed. Since they had the whole weekend with a free room and meals courtesy of Chuck, and they weren't in any danger for once, Sam and Dean did their own thing, which meant Sam still didn’t know about Dean’s healthy eating habits and his lack of alcohol. Dean always made sure he was chewing gum and his clothes and hair were a little disheveled when they met up to make it appear like he had been drinking and fucking his day away. And since that was what Sam expected to see, he didn't try to delve any deeper into what Dean did with his day beyond what Dean projected.

They had dinner with Chuck and Becky on the last night of the convention. Just like all the other meals at the convention, dinner was a buffet. Dean got the chicken and vegetable pasta option and added enough garlic bread that Sam wouldn’t really look at the food he chose on his plate. As they were eating, Chuck started staring into space. Or rather, he looked as if he was staring into space, but Dean felt those eyes boring into his abdomen. Chuck came back to himself and started muttering, “That was an option I never saw occurring, never considered happening, but it might work. This could change everything.” Then Chuck seemed to realize where he was and said, “I just got an idea for a new series. I need to go write this down before I forget. Excuse me,” and he was off to his room to write his inspiration down.

Dean didn’t want to be around Becky’s fan-girling over Sam, so he excused himself and went outside for a walk. Now, Dean may play the good ol' boy, but he was actually very intellectual. He was as smart as Sam, his intellect just had to be focused on their survival and not educational pursuits. So when both Gabriel and Chuck stared at Dean’s stomach, his spidey senses started blaring ‘Warning, Will Robinson' at him. Dean thought back to what Gabriel said, “Dean-o’s already flipped the script. There is a previously unforetold and therefore unknown factor that may change everything. I hope you like eggs, Dean,” and then tried to fit it with what Chuck said, “That was an option I never saw happening, but it might work. This could change everything.” So they both saw something in his abdomen. They both alluded to him changing the script. The Apocalypse script? He hadn't done anything out of the norm. He has been chasing his tail for weeks, trying to figure out a way to stop the looming Apocalypse, but both the prophet and an Archangel have said he's already changed the prophecy somehow. But how?

“I hope you like eggs, Dean.” That phrase kept circling his mind as he walked. What did that phrase have to do with anyt- “No,” Dean whispered, terrified that what he just thought could be true. He thought through the symptoms he had been experiencing, the nausea, the sensitivity to smells, the cravings for food he normally wouldn't eat. “Holy shit! I’m pregnant!” he whispered to himself. But how? He hadn't had sex with anyone since- “Nick" Dean breathed. He thought back to how they connected over their shitty families. He remembers Nick saying his brother had locked him up under his dad's directions. “Oh my god. Nick is Lucifer. Oh my God! Nick is Lucifer! So, if I have figured all this out correctly, Nick would be powerful enough to impregnate a male, and we did have unprotected sex the whole time. Egg, egg, egg… there is some kind of hint in Gabriel's use of that specific word,” Dean mulled it over as he walked in circles around a few trees off the path. “I'm not having a baby, I will give birth to an egg,” Dean hypothesized. “And I have no idea how long the gestation period is for an angel baby. I have to bury myself deep underground. Sam, Cas and Bobby can't know about this.” His mind made up, he went to do just that.

He saw Sam talking with a few people in the lobby, and slipped into their room to grab his bag. He wrote a quick note telling Sam not to wait up for him as he was spending the night with twins. Sam should be disgusted enough by that note to hopefully not notice his bag was gone until morning. He walked to the convenience store, bought a burner phone and entered Sam, Bobby, Cas and Nick's numbers and threw away his other phone after removing the SIM card. He threw the SIM card away in a different dumpster then hitch hiked until a trucker picked him up, and he disappeared into the night. He would ride with a trucker until they stopped at a busy truck stop, and then he'd leave the trucker who just gave him a lift and catch a ride with a different trucker. The destination didn't matter, he didn’t even ask where they were heading. He was making himself untrackable, even to someone as good at following trails as Sam.

After four days of travel, he exited the truck he hitched a ride in and left it while the trucker was getting gas at a gas station on a country road. He started walking towards a small town that they had passed. He thought he was in Texas, but he wasn't sure. He wasn't going to confirm his location either as he didn't want to accidentally pray his location to Cas which would ruin all the work he put into disappearing. He found an abandoned house in the country and used that as his shelter. He got lucky when he scoped out the back yard. The previous owner must have been a gardener, because there was a wild garden with corn, peppers, okra, tomatillos, watermelon and cantaloupe growing and ready to be picked, so he had plenty of fresh fruit and vegetables to satisfy his kid. It was amazing how quickly he had accepted that he was pregnant and was going to be a father, well, a mother.

After looking around the abandoned house, he made a mental list of necessities, and then he walked into town and found the closest resale shop. He was able to buy a hot plate, a couple pans, utensils, a plastic plate, bowl, cup and a pitcher. The house was on a well, so he had water but he had to boil it before he could drink it. On the way back to the house, he picked the lock on the electric company's panel in the field, and was able to turn on the power to his temporary home.

He missed Sam, Cas, and Bobby, but they couldn't know he was pregnant with Lucifer's child, or that he was planning on delivering them and keeping them safe, even if Lucifer wanted nothing to do with them. Sam, Cas and Bobby would want to kill his offspring, and he would not let that happen. He would call them once he knew he could keep his progeny safe.

He had texted his new number to Nick as soon as he got the new phone and continued their chat without letting on that he knew Nick's true identity. It wasn't hard to do because nothing had really changed as far as Dean was concerned. Knowing Nick’s true identity didn't change the man he had come to know and develop feelings for. He began letting little details about his life slip into the texts. Minute nuggets that if Lucifer knew anything about the vessels lives, in a few days Dean would have slipped enough kernels of information into their conversation that Lucifer should be able to figure out who Dean really was. Keeping the conversation going with Nick was easy because Dean truly liked Nick, or rather Lucifer, as a person. He liked everything he had learned about him through their conversations, even when he learned about his dark side it didn't scare Dean off because Dean had a dark side, too.

The next day, once the refrigerator was cold, he walked back into town and picked up some sausage, eggs, and juice. Between the garden and the groceries, he’d be fine for a couple weeks. He made a large pot of gumbo, and he ate that for a week, heating individual servings in the small pan he bought. He was in the middle of making a vegetable omelette when he felt a sharp, stabbing pain in his back. He finished cooking the omelette, plated it and put it in the fridge before going to pace around the living room, grabbing onto the old, broken down sofa to breathe through the sharp contractions. The contractions got closer and closer together and more and more painful, and then he felt the need to push. When that happened, he sent a final text to Nick:

'Nick, I know you are Lucifer. I figured it out a couple of weeks ago, and I still like you and would like to be with you. I like all of you, your light side and your dark side, too. At this very moment, I am in labor and about ready to start pushing out our egg. If you want to meet our child or children as I have no idea if I'm pregnant with more than one egg, you can get my location by tracking my phone. If you don't come, then I guess I know where we stand and I won't bother you anymore. Either way, I will keep our kid(s) safe. I hope to see you. Dean'

Dean leaned against the sofa, and panted through the sharp pains. He had taken off his clothes so they wouldn't get in the way when he delivered the egg(s). A while later, he didn't have any conception of the passage of time at this point, he felt the need to push grow stronger. He knelt on the couch and held onto the back of it and pushed. He pushed for what felt like hours, and as the egg was finally breaching his hole, ready to come out, he felt a displacement of air and Nick, no Lucifer, was next to him, catching the egg as Dean was finally able to push it out of his body.

He went to smile at Lucifer, but it ended up being a grimace as the urge to push took over him again. Lucifer realized what was happening and placed the egg in the middle of the pile of clothes that Dean had stripped out of earlier as he went back to help Dean deliver their next child. When it was said and done, Dean had delivered three golden colored eggs. He was exhausted and sat between Lucifer's legs, leaning against Lucifer's chest while his eyes were locked on the eggs. He was afraid to blink as he didn't want his kids to disappear. Lucifer had his arms wrapped around Dean and was rubbing his hands up and down Dean's arms and back, overwhelmed with his love for his children and Dean.

“I almost didn't come because I thought it was a trap,” Lucifer whispered. “But, ‘if you don't come, then I guess I know where we stand and I won't bother you anymore’ kept blaring at me. I finally decided I had to chance it, even if you had said yes to Michael and were waiting to cut me down. I couldn’t let you and our offspring believe that you meant nothing to me.” Lucifer took a deep breath and confessed to Dean, “Before we met, I had never had sex before. Sex had never held any interest for me. And then you came along and unlocked the doors on my sexuality, and I was hooked. But the funny thing was, I was only interested in sex if you were there. No one else could even get even an iota of interest from my body. I know I'm just one being in a long line of conquests for you, and many were probably better-"

Dean clapped his hand over Lucifer's mouth and said, “You were the best I've ever been with, and since that night, I haven't noticed anyone else. If you want me, want us, we're yours.” Dean tilted his head back, and Lucifer met him halfway, giving him a sweet, chaste kiss.

“I'm yours, and you're mine. Two become one,” Lucifer stated with love in his eyes. “I'm going to move all of us to a house with nicer furnishings, and put the putti in a nest to finish their maturation. I will lay you down in a nice soft bed so I can cuddle you, and you can rest.”

“What did you call our kids? Putty?” Dean asked.

“Putti is what we call angel babies. Putto is the singular form,” Lucifer said. He used his grace to pull a padded egg basket from the ether, so Dean could safely hold their children as he moved everyone to their home. He asked Dean, “Do you want to live by Bobby Singer?”

Dean shook his head. “No, not at first. I want to make sure he accepts my kids, our kids, and he doesn't want to kill them. The putti are supernatural beings, and the children of Lucifer to boot. Until I figured out Nick was actually Lucifer, I was looking for a way to stop and kill you. Well, you and Michael, because let me tell you, angels are not the good beings they are portrayed as in the bible. Hell, they are better torturers than demons.”

“And you know this how?” Lucifer said in a steely tone.

“Well, I was in Hell for 40 years, and I didn't break until I had been down there 30 years, so that is how I know Hell's torture. And as for heaven, I have had a few run ins with Zachariah.” Dean simply stated. “In fact, shortly after we met and did the vertical tango, Zach sent me to an alternate universe where you were wearing Sam to the prom while I continued to say no to Michael. The angels had deserted earth and they locked the doors to heaven so you couldn't enter. They were letting you do what you wanted to the earth and humanity as they gave up the planet as a lost cause. And you were slowly wiping out mankind with the Croatoan virus, and I watched you kill the alternate version of me right in front of my eyes.”

“Until I met you in that bar, that future may have happened. Once we met, I never tried to tempt Sam to be my vessel because you met me as Nick. Nick's body was the one you knew and appreciated.” Lucifer wiggled his eyebrows to that statement to Dean's amusement. “The Croatoan virus had begun being produced for mass distribution as was part of our plan to wipe out humankind. I destroyed all of the vials of the virus down to the atomic level along with every demon who knew anything at all about the virus. Even if it was only hearsay, or a rumor that they heard, they were atomized. Then I razed the factories to the ground so nothing was left behind that someone could find to help them formulate the virus in the future. I did all of that because I didn't want you to contract it. So, if we had never met, I would have moved forward with the plan as my father laid it out. Even now, I am supposed to be raising Death instead of cuddling with you and our putti.”

Dean lightly kissed Lucifer. “Well, we are making our own story instead of following what some prophet wrote down as God’s grand plan of the Apocalypse. Besides, what kind of rebel would you be if you followed God's plan? You are the original rebel, you fuck up God's plans not follow them. From everything you said at our first meeting and throughout our discussions about our families, God is a dick anyway, and doesn't deserve you or your allegiance.” Dean breathed in deeply and exhaled. “So, where do you want to live with our putti? I would prefer to stay in North America, but I will leave this continent if you really want to live somewhere else.”

“I was leaning towards an island. Warm, sunny weather, near the ocean with the sound of the tide coming in. We could do the Florida Keys, that way it is still American soil, and the residents speak English unlike Puerto Rico,” Lucifer suggested

“That sounds perfect. Take us to our new island home,” Dean said. Lucifer placed the eggs in the basket which he handed to Dean, then he picked Dean up bridal style and they teleported to Key West.

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Dean loved the quaint vibe of the simple three bedroom cottage Lucifer had chosen. All the furnishings were a mismatched hodgepodge of well loved pieces that worked well together. Nothing was brand new, which Dean was grateful for. If it was too matchy matchy or off the factory floor new, he wouldn’t be comfortable living in the house. The lived in look was what he was used to and needed, and somehow Lucifer understood that and delivered. He looked in the basket he was carrying and said, “We're home guys. Your dad did a good job in finding a house for us.”

Lucifer visibly swelled with pride as he carried Dean and the putti to the master bedroom. Dean asked Lucifer, “How long do the putti remain in their egg form? Do I need to keep them warm? How does this work?”

Lucifer thought for a moment while settling Dean and the putti on the bed. “These are the first putti ever conceived and born to a human to my knowledge. Normally an angel and human fornicating would produce Nephilim, but I can tell from their grace that they are putti and not Nephilim. I would think it would be the same gestation period as those conceived by angels, 12 weeks in the host and 12 weeks in the egg, and then they will hatch.” He paused and thought for a minute. “We don't need to keep them warm, but if we can make a nest, for lack of a better word, that would keep the eggs snug to their siblings and upright, they can commune together which will make their grace stronger. Your love continues to feed them and makes them grow,” Lucifer explained.

“So, you said I feed them with my love, so do I need to talk to them, sing to them? How do I show them my love?” Dean asked as he snuggled back into Lucifer and curled around the basket holding the putti.

“You are emanating love right now. You feel it so deeply, you can't help but be encompassed by it. You don't need to do anything, but I'm sure they would love it if you sang to them,” Lucifer said.

Dean was blushing and ignored the comment about his love emanating from him as he asked, “Will they need to eat after they hatch?”

“I don't believe so. Their grace will grow stronger the more they commune with each other and me, and they will still feed off your love, too, even after hatching. I think your love will be all we need to feed them for the first year,” Lucifer said as his brows furrowed as he tried to remember the little he had known about putti.

Dean got even redder and he quickly switched subjects. “So you said we need a nest for our putti. We can use this egg basket and just use baby blankets to make them fit snuggly together, and as they grow we can remove one blanket at a time so they are snug but not overcrowded.”

“I like that idea,” Lucifer said, “and we can easily carry them with us wherever we go, too, if we continue to use the egg basket.”

“Will angels or demons come after our putti? Should we, I don't know, ward the house, protect them in some way?” Dean asked worriedly.

Lucifer's eyes flashed red. “I'd like to see them try to hurt our kids. I am the fourth most powerful being in the cosmos, only Dad, Death, and Michael, are stronger than me, and Michael is just slightly stronger than me since he was the first born. I will flatten anyone who tries to harm them. Even if Dad himself stopped by to try to commit infanticide, I would destroy him.”

Dean's nudeness didn't hide his body's response to that protective display. Lucifer noticed little dean's interest and quirked an eyebrow. “You stepping up to the mat to protect the putti was hot,” Dean said and shrugged. “Between you pinging my protection kink, and the fact that I haven't had actual sex with you in twelve weeks, I'm surprised it took little dean this long to show his interest.”

“It took this long because you are exhausted from giving birth to our putti. Sleep. I will be here when you wake up.” To Lucifer's surprise, Dean did what he was told and fell fast asleep.

~*~

Dean slowly came back to consciousness. He felt something nudging him while it was slotted firmly between his globes. He moved his bottom slightly up and down, feeling the hard length, and he heard Lucifer's indrawn breath. Dean’s brain came online, and he became aware as to what, exactly, had been nudging him. He moved the basket of putti to the nightstand saying, “Mommy and daddy haven't seen each other in twelve weeks. We need time to get reacquainted.”

He turned to face Lucifer who was completely naked, his cock already dripping pre-come. He moved his head toward Lucifer's, and it was like they had never left the motel room. Lucifer fisted Dean’s hair as he dominated the kiss. As their tongues were sliding against each other, Dean was rubbing his hands up and down Lucifer's back until he reached his ass. He grabbed it and yanked it towards him, bringing Lucifer's groin in closer so their cocks were rubbing each other. Lucifer gasped and moved his mouth down to kiss Dean’s neck as they frotted against each other. Lucifer’s hand encompassed both cocks as Dean had done in the motel room, and they both groaned at feeling that lovely tightness compressing their cocks as the friction of their cocks rubbing along each other had sparks of pleasure running up their spines. Lucifer's hand was stroking both of them as they both continued to thrust into the hand and along each other. Dean toppled first with Lucifer falling soon afterwards.

As they caught their breath, Lucifer was rubbing their spend into Dean’s skin. “What are you doing?” he asked Lucifer amusedly.

“I need to mark you so everyone knows you're mine. I wanted to do this in the motel room, but I resisted knowing it is not something humans do. But now that you know I'm not human, I can't resist this need I have to show the world you're mine in every way possible.” Lucifer said, continuing to rub their spend into Dean’s skin.

“Humans show their possession of one another by wearing rings on their left hand,” Dean told Lucifer. “I'm not sure marking me in this way will let anyone know I'm taken.”

Lucifer completed his task while saying, “This will let all the angels and supernatural creatures know who you belong to, and that if they mess with you, they mess with me, too.”

Dean’s mouth goldfished for a second and then he said, “So this is the biggest ‘fuck you’ that you could have given to Mikey, like ever.”

Lucifer thought for a second then smiled, “I didn't realize that, but I guess it is. Claiming his true vessel as mine is sure to piss him off.”

Dean started nibbling on Lucifer’s ear as he said, “Well, let's make sure that I’m covered in your cum from head to toe then.” Lucifer couldn't find any reason not to do as his mate said. He aimed to please.

As Dean came for the fourth time in a row, which he knew Lucifer had to be mojoing him to be able to do that as it was humanly impossible, and Lucifer continued to finger him and blow him, getting little dean back to full mast for a fifth round, Dean gasped out, “Your cum was supposed to be all over me, remember?”

Lucifer's mouth left Dean's cock and he said, “Good point,” as he quickly sheathed his cock inside Dean in one smooth glide. Just feeling Dean’s walls gripping him tight, welcoming him into his moist, warm channel almost made him cum on the spot. As he began moving in and out, his thrusts getting harder, deeper, Dean was keening, broken with “ungh's" as Lucifer pounded into him. Dean’s legs encircled Lucifer’s hips pulling their bodies closer, and Lucifer attacked Dean’s mouth, ravaging him as they drew closer and closer to the precipice. As Dean fell over the edge, his walls tightened and spasmed around Lucifer's cock which drew Lucifer into orgasming with him. As Lucifer's cum hit Dean's walls, Dean smiled, feeling complete.

As he was coming down from his orgasm, Dean felt Lucifer's member harden inside of him, and then Lucifer was thrusting, nailing Dean's prostate as he played with Dean’s nipples, suckling, licking, biting them. Dean was moaning, head thrown back as Lucifer grasped his hips and held them up in the air, so he could kneel and plough into Dean, never breaking his rhythm as he moved them into position, continuing his assault on Dean’s prostate and nipples. The tempo and strength of the thrusts slowly increased, and Dean was thrashing, moaning, babbling as Lucifer owned him, and as Lucifer came, he collapsed on top of Dean and bit his shoulder hard enough to draw blood, prompting Dean to orgasm again spontaneously from the sensations derived from the bite. His world was edged in white as he tasted blood in his mouth and realized he must have bit Lucifer back. He laid there, gasping for breath, his whole body liquid. He couldn't even say jelly, as Lucifer had fucked him so well that he felt like his whole body was liquefied.

When Dean was able to wiggle his toes again, he said, “I need to take a shower and eat, more than your protein shots,” he said, grinning. “I just need a couple more minutes before I can move,” he groaned.

Lucifer kissed him chastely and said, “I will go get the shower temperature set, and then I will carry you into the shower. Do you want to bring the putti into the bathroom or will you be ok if they are left on the nightstand while we clean off?”

Dean blushed and mumbled, “Can we bring them in the bathroom with us?”

“As you wish,” Lucifer said and winked at Dean. Dean could hear the shower running, and then Lucifer returned and picked Dean up then grabbed the basket of putti for Dean to hold as he carried everyone into the bathroom.

After a very extended shower, Dean stumbled out on weak legs looking for clothes. He called out to Lucifer, “Hey, babe. I need some clothes. I can't stay naked.”

Lucifer frowned at that statement but asked Dean, “What would you like?”

“Let's see…I need my bag from where I delivered the putti. I will also need shorts and swim trunks. Oh! And we need baby blankets to swaddle around the putti, too.”

Lucifer appeared to be thinking, and Dean's bag appeared followed by a couple dozen pairs of shorts and about a dozen swim trunks, and a stack of baby blankets followed right behind. Dean stared at everything Lucifer got and then shook his head. “Right. I need to remember to be specific with what I want, or Lucifer will get me everything under the sun.” He grabbed three of the baby blankets that were Star Wars themed, and wrapped them around the eggs until they were held in an upright position and were snugly leaning against each other. Then he pulled on a pair of swim trunks and asked Lucifer, “Can you get me a tank top that will go with the swim trunks?”

Lucifer blinked and Dean had a tank top in his hands, and all of the swim trunks had a matching tank top, too. Dean shrugged and put on the tank top telling Lucifer, “Pick out one of the swim trunk sets and put it on, so we can all go to the beach.” Lucifer did as Dean bid, and then they walked out of their front door carrying the egg basket, and walked about twenty feet to get onto the beach. There was a bar and grill right on the beach, so Dean went to the bar to pick up some food for dinner. He got an order of conch fritters, shrimp tacos, mahi mahi tacos, and a pulled pork sandwich with fries to split with Lucifer.

When Dean returned to their spot with the tray of food, he was surprised to learn that Lucifer had never tried eating food before. Angels didn't need to eat, so he never lowered himself to eat like the humans did. Dean cajoled Lucifer into trying a bite of the conch fritter, and Lucifer was surprised to find that he liked it. He especially liked when Dean fed him by hand. As his gaze darkened, Dean licked his lips, and before they knew it they were kissing on the beach, then with a snap they were naked in bed, coming while moaning each other's name. As they laid back and fell asleep, Dean was happily content in Lucifer's arms.

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They spent the next week learning about each other, and learning every facet of each other's body. They had learned a lot about each other through texting and talking on the phone, but that wasn't the same as holding a conversation and looking into each other's eyes as they opened up about their painful pasts. When Dean mentioned going down on his knees to pay for food, Lucifer wanted to go to heaven to smite John. When Lucifer told Dean about God giving him the Mark of Cain, and how that changed him, then God banishing him because of those changes, Dean was ready to go give God a beat down.

After a week of living an idyllic life, Dean sighed and said, “It's time to put on my big boy pants and call Sam. I’ve been MIA for three weeks, and he has to be going insane.”

“I don't want you to face reality, because that means I need to see what I can do to avert the Apocalypse, and Mikey is going to be a pain in the ass, I just know it,” Lucifer pouted as he used Dean's nickname for his older brother.

“This is my first call to them to explain the situation. I don't actually expect them to accept us or our kids for at least two weeks,” Dean said, pecking Lucifer's cheek.

Dean sat on the couch, pulled out his burner phone, hit *69, and dialed Sam's number. Sam answered on the second ring, “Hello?”

“Heya, Sammy,” Dean greeted Sam.

“Dean?!? You jerk! You know how worried we have been about you? I couldn't track you, Cas can't find you, and when I got to Bobby's, he couldn't perform a tracking spell because he needs ground kraken to perform the spell, and he's currently out of it, and Cas' grace is too low to for him to go get it for him. What happened? Why did you leave?” the me was implied but not spoken.

“Is everyone there?” Dean asked.

“Bobby's here. I'm not sure where Cas is at,” Sam said.

“Pray to Cas and call Bobby. I really want to tell this story only once if possible,” Dean directed. He could hear Sam yell for Bobby, then tell him ‘Dean’s on the phone.’ He then he prayed for Cas to get to Bobby's because Dean wants to talk to him. Dean heard Cas say, ‘Hello, Sam. Where's Dean?’

Sam came back to the phone and said, “Everyone's here, so I'm putting you on speaker.”

Dean cleared his throat and started, “Hey, Bobby. Hi, Cas. I had Sam get you guys because I wanted to tell all of you why I left at the same time.” As he took a deep breath, Bobby said, “You’ve had us worried half to death, son. We thought you had been kidnapped by the angels.”

Dean sighed then said, “This all started approximately thirteen weeks ago, after we fought War.”

“You fought War?” Lucifer asked as he didn't know that part of the story.

“Yes, we fought War. Now hush. I will tell you about it later,” Dean said.

Before he could continue, Sam asked, “We heard a man’s voice ask you about fighting War. Who is there with you? And why could he be with you when we couldn't?" Sam’s voice sounded hurt.

“Everyone will know everything by the end, I promise. Just please, let me get through this without any questions. I will answer all questions at the end, okay?” Everyone gave their grumbled agreement. “So, as I said, this started after we fought War. I had gone out that night and met Nick. Let's just say we had a very athletic night, and in the morning I asked him for his number. We have texted if not called each other every day since that night. Well, around the time we met Paris Hilton, I had begun feeling nauseous. I only got physically sick once, but I had nausea all day every day from that point on. Then, around the time we met Jesse Turner, I became sensitive to smells, specifically the smell of cooking ground beef. Remember when we stopped going to diners and ate lunch meat sandwiches, Sam? That was the real reason why I decided that we needed to be frugal. I couldn't go into a diner without getting physically sick from the smell of cooking ground beef, and I didn’t want you to know I was having stomach issues. And then, I started to crave fruit and vegetables, big time. So while Sam was researching at a library, or we'd split up to interview witnesses, I would gorge on wraps or salads or raw fruit and vegetables.”

Dean took a sip of water then continued. “Then, we got put into TV land by Gabriel. Remember what he said, Sam? He said at the end before we left, ‘Dean-o’s already flipped the script. There is a previously unforetold and therefore unknown factor that may change everything. I hope you like eggs, Dean.’ And then there was Chuck. He stared at my stomach and said, ‘That was an option I never saw happening, but it might work. This could change everything.’ I walked around after we had dinner with Chuck and put together everything they had said and I figured out that I was pregnant, and because of the conversation I had with Nick about our pasts both when we met and our conversations on the phone and in text since then, I determined that Nick was Lucifer and I knew that I was pregnant with Lucifer's eggs. As soon as I figured that out, I got out of dodge and found a place to squat. When I was about to give birth to the eggs, I texted Nick, or rather Lucifer, and let him know I was giving birth to our progeny. Lucifer came and helped me with the birth of our putti, and then he brought us all to our current house.” Dean blew out his breath and said, “Any questions?” as he winced, waiting for the yelling to start.

As he expected, it was bedlam on the other side, but Cas' question came through loud and clear. “How many eggs did you have, Dean? I know it is more than one since you said putti and not putto.”

Dean cleared his throat and said, “Three.”

There was more cussing and bemoaning on the other side of the line, then Sam asked, “And Lucifer is with you now, correct? His voice is who we heard earlier?”

Dean nodded, realized they couldn't hear a nod, so he said, “Yes.”

“Son, have you gone crazy? You're shacking up with Satan? He's the epitome of evil,” Bobby said.

“Why is he the epitome of evil? Because the bible said so? The bible also said the angels are good and righteous, and we all know that is a load of crap. So, what are you basing your opinion of Lucifer on? Has he once bugged Sam about wearing him to prom? Has he started any natural disasters? Slaughtered anyone? How exactly is he evil? He was on the wrong side of God's narrative, but so is Cas, and we know Cas isn't evil. So I'll ask again, how EXACTLY is Lucifer evil,” Dean responded. “I am going to hang up on this note and let you guys hash this out on your end. I will call again in two days.” And he hung up before they could respond.

“You need to tell me about fighting War and meeting Gabriel,” Lucifer said to Dean after he hung up.

“What do you want to know?” Dean asked.

“First, War. How did you survive?” Lucifer asked, still reeling from the knowledge that his Dean had faced War and won.

Dean shrugged. “We got lucky. A hunter friend of Bobby's named Rufus called for help. He found a town over run with Demons and needed assistance in eradicating them. Jo and Ellen went to help him, and Ellen got separated from Rufus and Jo. We hooked up with Ellen and went on a rescue mission to save Rufus and Jo from the supposed demons holding them. They thought we were demons, so we knew something was hinky. Sam was captured during the rescue mission, and he was told by War about War’s game of turning people against each other while he was held captive and thought to be a demon. While War told his story to Sam, he turned his ring to turn the power off and on. When we caught up with War before he escaped, we cut off the finger with his ring and he lost his powers. Ipso facto, end of War.”

“If something had happened to you at War's hand, I would never have forgiven myself. The four horsemen were released to pave the way for my rule. Well, all but Death, since I didn't raise him as I had a more pressing engagement,” Lucifer said, smiling sweetly at Dean.

Dean smiled back and they chastely kissed for a few minutes, reconnecting with one another. Then Lucifer pulled back and said, “Tell me how you met Gabriel.”

“This was actually our third time meeting Gabriel, but our first time figuring out his true identity,” Dean said. He told Lucifer about their first meeting where Gabriel was a trickster posing as a janitor at a college. Then their second meeting, which Dean doesn't remember at all but he knows about from Sam's telling of the events, where he was killed by the trickster over 100 times in an attempt to teach Sam to let Dean go. “Then, he kidnapped us and stuck us in different TV shows, and the theme was the same throughout every show we were in, we needed to play our part. I figured out that the trickster must be an angel because he was too invested in the Apocalypse starting. It was very personal to him. So, I managed to trap him in a ring of holy oil. He confessed he was the Archangel Gabriel and he just wanted it all to be over, and to do that we had to play our parts. I needed to say yes to Mike and Sam needed to say yes to you, so we could be worn to the prom. But then he told me I was pregnant with your eggs in his own cryptic way.” Dean said, summing up their meetings with Gabriel.

Lucifer was quiet for a moment. “I think I need to meet with Gabriel. Between us, we may think up a way to stop the Apocalypse before it even starts. Do you know the name of his trickster identity?”

“Uh, I think it was Loki,” Dean replied.

“Tomorrow we’ll call Loki. Right now, we have had enough family drama for one day, and although your family's reaction was expected, it still hurt you. What would help you feel better? What do you need?” Lucifer asked.

“Normally, I'd go for a drive in Baby. Feeling her motor rumble underneath me, smelling the leather and gun powder scent of the interior surround me, normally does the trick. She's the only home I have ever known and being in her, driving her, brings me comfort. I don't even know what else would work, because I have always done that,” Dean stated morosely.

Lucifer blinked and then said, “Then you'll drive Baby. Look in the driveway.”

Dean looked, and Baby was sitting in their driveway. “How?” was the only word he could say.

Lucifer grinned, “I made a duplicate Baby. I left the duplicate with Sam, and you have the original. Everything is the same down to the smallest detail, but somehow I think you’d realize she wasn’t your Baby if you didn't get the original.”

Dean grinned at Lucifer and said, “I'm taking you and the putti for a drive. I have been wanting to introduce you to the majesty of my Baby, and now I finally can. Let's get on our shoes, because Baby needs to let her hair down.”

Dean drove on Overseas Highway towards Key West with the windows down, music blaring, and he felt peace slowly come over him. He was tapping the rhythm of the music against the steering wheel, Lucifer was beside him, and all was right in his world. Lucifer was sitting next to him, enthralled at this slow way of traveling. He expected it to feel confining, but it allowed him to have a new perspective on the earth and even humanity. He was not used to seeing everything so up close and in person, as he normally just flew where he wanted and didn't have to interact with humanity at all. Now he saw teenagers joyriding with their friends, families traveling to their vacation destinations, humanity of every flavor was on these roads, and he was enthralled not appalled. And that had everything to do with the man sitting next to him whose soul had started to calm the minute he sat down in Baby.

Dean turned and looked at his- lover? Baby daddy? Significant other? He really needed to talk with Lucifer about what they are- and smiled and grasped his hand. Lucifer looked down to where they were holding hands and squeezed Dean's hand like he was hugging it, and Dean felt a ray of warmth move from his hand, up his arm, and throughout his whole body. As Dean made the cloverleaf to get off and then get back on the Overseas Highway to head back home, he was grateful Lucifer was in this with him.

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The next day Lucifer was busy looking up information on Loki, and finding incantations and summoning rituals that would command Loki to present for them. God never taught the angels anything about the pagan gods as they were seen as beneath Him and unworthy of His time. He figured that all that the angels needed to know about pagan gods was that they were beneath Him. Lucifer never bothered to learn anything about the pagan gods on his own while he was in heaven, so everything about the pagan gods was all new to him. He had to learn who Loki was, what his powers were, and decide the best approach to take in reaching out to talk with him. Dean helped him learn how to use the computer and the internet, showed him some sites that he knew had archaic information, and then left him alone to search for information on Loki along with the perfect summoning ritual to fit their needs.

While Lucifer was busy on the computer in the living room, Dean was singing to the putti in the bedroom. He felt stupid and foolish, but he was singing all the rock ballads he could think of to help shower his children with love. He looked closely at the putti while he was singing, and he swore they grew. He readjusted the blankets in the egg basket and continued singing. He felt a little sleepy after singing for a while, so he placed the basket on the bed, curled around it, and fell asleep.

Lucifer went into the bedroom to inform Dean he found a summoning ritual that should work, and he found him curled around the putti, fast asleep. He just watched the scene for a little while, noting how young Dean looked when he was asleep and lost his worry lines. He decided to join Dean and laid down, spooning him and wrapped his arms around him. Summoning Gabriel could wait. He had better things to do right now.

~*~

It was the second day, and Dean needed to call his brother, but he really didn't want to. And he really needed to figure out what he and Lucifer were to each other before the putti hatched, too, but he didn't want to start that conversation either. He was scared he'd find out he was just a plaything to Lucifer, that Lucifer was planning to leave Dean once the putti were a year old and self-sustaining without his love. He'd rather stay in his happy little bubble where they were a happy, loving family than face that possibility. Dean sighed. Sometimes the universe just asked too much from him.

He sat down to call Sam at 2:00 his time, which was noon in South Dakota. The phone barely rang when Sam answered this time. “Dean?” he questioned.

“Heya Sammy. Is everyone there, or do you need to gather everyone together?” Dean asked as he saw Lucifer enter the living room with the putti. Lucifer sat next to him on the sofa, and the putti were placed in front of him on the sofa table.

“We're all here,” Sammy confirmed. “And I am putting the phone on speaker… now.”

Dean cleared his throat and said, “Hi guys. Um, did you guys have any pressing questions or concerns that need to be answered?”

Bobby asked, “Is Lucifer hurting you or holding you hostage?”

“No. I guess my talk about Lucifer not being evil didn't take,” Dean said bitterly.

“We're just worried about you Dean,” Sam started.

“You're worried about me? As worried as you were about me when you beat me up while hopped up on demon blood and then left me by myself in the hotel room? Or, how about when you left me to hunt by myself? Listen, my gut is a lot better than yours, better than Cas', and equal to or better than Bobby's. My gut tells me that Lucifer is on the up and up. Now, are there any other concerns besides thinking Lucifer is either torturing me to make me tell you everything is fine and I'm happy, or that he has pulled the wool over my eyes, or that I have Stockholm Syndrome?” Dean asked, upset that his family didn't listen to him the first time.

“What color are the putti's eggshells Dean?” Castiel asked.

“What color-? They’re gold,” Dean answered, confused.

“And how many times did you have sex when you were impregnated?” Castiel inquired.

“How many-? Dude, that is a little personal don't you think. I'm not answering that,” Dean said, offended.

“Two,” Lucifer answered.

“And you weren't in rut?” Cas asked, directing the question at Lucifer.

“No,” Lucifer answered shortly. “I think we have had enough of your insulting questions for today. We'll call back in two days.” Lucifer disconnected the call.

Dean fell into Lucifer, saying, “They didn't listen to anything I said. They have their minds made up that you are abusing me, so they believe everything I say is said just to end my suffering, or that I’m suffering from Stockholm Syndrome. Either way, they aren't willing to believe me.”

“Castiel is listening. That is why he asked what color the eggs were and how many times we had sex,” Lucifer informed Dean.

“Huh? Why does that make a difference? “ Dean asked, more confused than ever.

“Golden eggs denote the pairing was blessed by God, and conversely that the putti are blessed as well. As for the number of times, angels find it very hard to procreate. The fact that we had three putti off of two rounds of sex shows how well matched we are for each other, and how accepting you are for my seed to be able to implant the putti. And it would be proof to Castiel that I am not abusing you as angels can’t procreate unless the relationship is caring, affectionate. Now let's hope Castiel can convince the others of that fact,” Lucifer said.

“Well, either way, I’m pretty sure you need to move us. I think Sam figured out a way to track us, and I think they were close. I'm almost positive I heard a seagull in the background noise of their phone,” Dean said.

Lucifer took the warning seriously and snapped them to a bungalow in the Virgin Islands, along with all of their possessions. Dean took the SIM card out of his phone, and Lucifer snapped both to a dumpster in New York.

Dean looked at Lucifer and said, “Make me forget that shit show of a call we just sat through.” Lucifer carried Dean to the bedroom and laid him on the bed and placed the putti on the nightstand. He began by kissing Dean chastely, sweetly at first, but a driving need inside of him had him deepening the kiss, gripping Dean's hair to turn his head as he plundered his mouth, making Dean's toes curl. He banished their clothes with a thought as he lay on top of Dean, sliding against him, feeling skin on skin. Dean moaned as Lucifer's cock rubbed against his, sending pleasurable sparks up his spine. Lucifer moved his lips from Dean's mouth to his neck, worshipping his body, feeling the texture of Dean's skin under his lips. As his mouth slowly moved southward, stopping to nibble on Dean’s collarbones and nubs, his fingers were busy prepping Dean, opening him, making him ready to take his cock.

Dean moaned and thrashed his head at the sensations deluging him. Lucifer skillfully teased him and set his body on fire. Between his mouth nipping at his nipples and his fingers rubbing Dean's prostate, Dean was already at the tipping point and they hadn't even started the main event. Lucifer removed his fingers and replaced them with his cock as he bit down on a nub. Dean jack-knifed then locked his legs around Lucifer's waist as they started a dance older than time. As Dean lost himself to the motions and pleasurable sensations Lucifer was able to spark with his thrusts, Lucifer was pounding Dean harder and faster, losing control of himself as he felt that high crest and then the world was washed in white as he came. Lucifer yelled “leubheol nonci” in his true voice as he erupted inside Dean, his yell causing the windows to explode. When Lucifer came back to himself and realized he had lost control, he snapped to repair all the damage he caused, then frantically checked over Dean, expecting him to have fractured hips or internal bleeding from the force Lucifer used when he thrust into Dean or, at the very least, ruptured ear drums from yelling in his true voice. He did not expect to find Dean blissed out and completely unscathed.

Lucifer started thinking about how Dean could have survived his loss of control without injury, especially since he had yelled in his true voice when he climaxed. Knowing Dean would be out of it for little while, and probably take a nap as he was wont to do after sex, Lucifer concentrated and was able to pull a scroll on angel mating from heaven. He skimmed past the part on angel/angel mating and read up on angel/human mating. Per the scroll, the steps to mating a human were:
1. The angel and human will engage in cataglottis, ensuring the human will ingest the angel's saliva.

2. The angel will bathe the human to signify the cleansing of his soul.

3. The angel will perform the act of engaging in intimate relations through copulation until the angel ejaculates inside the human, successfully getting his semen inside his partner to begin the human's transformation to a being a little bit lesser than an angel.

4. The human will stimulate the angel’s genitalia with his mouth by performing fellatio, causing the angel's ejaculation, and the human will then swallow the semen of the angel, which will bind the transformation begun by the semen being ejaculated inside of the human.

5. The angel needs to cover his intended mate in his semen, then smear and rub it into his mate’s epidermis. Thus, marking his mate so all will know that he is under the protection of the angel.

6. The final step is the marking of your intended mate on the shoulder with a bite, breaking the epidermis thus ingesting your mate's blood. The human must also bite his intended mate on the shoulder, breaking the skin and ingesting the angel's blood thus completing the bond as the human has been marked by the trinity of saliva, semen, blood.

Lucifer read the scroll again, and then a third time, in shock. They had fully completed the steps for mating without being aware of it. He got a warm glow as he realized Dean was his mate, but he was uneasy because he didn't know how Dean would react to the news. They had never talked about their relationship, or really even discussed if they had a relationship. Lucifer laid back down and cuddled closer to his mate and vowed to talk to him when he woke up about their relationship. Until then, Dean and the putti were safe. Lucifer closed his eyes and entered torpor.

He felt his mate begin to stir, and he watched as Dean went through the motions of waking up. First there were minute muscle movements which denoted that the body was waking up. Then Dean's eyelashes fluttered as his brain came back online. Then there was a full body stretch to signal his willingness to be awake. His mate was beautiful as the evening light shone over his naked limbs. “Mornin',” Dean said as he looked around. “Or, I guess good evening. That nap felt good. And the sex before the nap felt even better,” Dean continued as his body turned and leaned backwards into Lucifer, his ass rubbing Lucifer’s cock, and as Lucifer’s cock hardened, the tip began catching on Dean's hole and Lucifer groaned as he felt Deans desire through their bond. Now that he was aware the bond was there, he could feel his mate's strong feelings through it.

Lucifer began kissing and nibbling the back of Dean’s neck as he lifted Dean's top leg and his engorged member slid all the way inside Dean, Dean's walls gripping him tight, and he grabbed Dean’s hips and thrust hard and deep, picking up the rhythm. Dean moaned and babbled, “So good. So, so good.” Lucifer nailed Dean's prostate as he nibbled the back of Dean’s ears and neck. Dean turned his head so they could kiss messily until Dean arched, his muscles locking around Lucifer as white tides exploded out of him. Lucifer thrust inside Dean three more times and then he came with a roar, biting the juncture of Dean's neck and shoulder. The sensations from that bite made Dean spontaneously explode for a second time.

As Dean lay there panting, attempting to catch his breath, he looked at Lucifer and love flowed through him. He couldn't stop himself from saying, “I love you so much.” When Dean realized what came out of his mouth, his eyes widened and his words started to trip over themselves in his attempt to back pedal. “I mean, I love the putti and because, uh, we made the putti together, that love transfers to you, too?”

Lucifer smiled at his mate. “Dean, I love you too. You may not remember this, but I yelled ‘leubheol nonci’ when I came last round, which is ‘I love you' in Enochian.”

Dean sidled closer to Lucifer, his muscles that had tensed, relaxing. “Yeah?” he asked Lucifer hopefully.

“Yes,” Lucifer said, dropping a kiss on Dean's lips. “Let's get cleaned up, and then I need to move us again as I lost control during our last round, and I'm sure the resulting devastation was reported, and your family is on their way.”

“I am not even by him, and Sam is still cock blocking me,” Dean whined, as he obediently went to take a quick shower. When he was dressed, Lucifer handed him the egg basket containing the putti and moved everything to a remote cabin in the Catskills.

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Once they had settled into the cabin, Dean asked Lucifer, “You fixed the damage you caused, right? From when you lost control. And why wasn't I hurt? Or did you already heal me?”

Lucifer grabbed Dean’s hand and led him to the couch. They placed the putti on the side table and sat down facing each other. Lucifer took a deep breath then said, “The damage was corrected as soon as I realized I had lost control, but it took a few minutes for my brain to come back online, so I am sure there were a lot of pictures taken of the damage before I repaired it. I am sure the damage and subsequent repair has already made it's way to certain blogs,” Lucifer grimaced. “I was frantic when I realized I had lost control. I had shouted out in my true voice and had used the force of an Archangel to fuck you. I was prepared to heal broken bones, internal bleeding, ruptured ear drums, the works, but when I looked you over, you were unharmed.”

“How could I have been unharmed? Just using your true voice would have been enough to shatter my eardrums, much less using your Archangel strength,” Dean said anxiously, and nervously awaited the response.

“I asked myself that same question, and I was able to call a scroll to me from heaven. It, uh, turns out that we followed the steps to mate without even knowing we were doing it. What that means for you, is that you have been or are in the process of being changed into an immortal being a little bit lesser than an angel,” Lucifer paused, letting that information sink in. Dean looked flummoxed, so Lucifer continued, still holding Dean's hands. “This change allows you to hear my true voice and see my true form without being damaged in some way. It also meant that when I fucked you with the force of an Archangel, I wouldn't be able to hurt or harm you.” Dean was looking thoughtful, so Lucifer took that as a good sign and continued.

“Angels mate for eternity. We are now bound together for eternity. I will never leave you. You will not be abandoned. My grace and your soul have intertwined and nothing can separate us. However, because we are entwined together, if I die, you will also die alongside me, and the converse is true as well. Would you like to see the scroll? So you can see the steps for mating and that, somehow, we completed them in order?” Lucifer asked his mate anxiously. What if his mate rejected him?

“I have a few questions for you first,” Dean said slowly, his mind racing. “So, if I can see your true form, does that mean I can see your wings?”

Lucifer was expecting being asked about breaking their bond, and Dean’s question threw him for a loop. “You can see my wings. You can see all of me,” Lucifer replied, baffled.

“Can I feel your wings?” Dean continued.

“Yes,” Lucifer responded, still feeling lost.

“Now?” Dean asked. Lucifer nodded and manifested his wings, still expecting an angry response from Dean for being mated against his will, although neither of them knew they were mating at the time. That was why it was such a surprise when he felt Dean carding his fingers through his wings, softly stroking the feathers, and then he began kissing his wings. Lucifer started to harden just from Dean's ministrations to his wings. Lucifer watched, fascinated as Dean lovingly groomed his wing, straightening the feathers and discarding loose ones, while petting, kissing, carding and stroking the feathers.

As Lucifer's need became more pronounced, he cleared his throat and said, “I'm not telling you to stop, but you should know the affect your actions are having on me.” Dean looked at Lucifer quizzically, and Lucifer just looked pointedly at his own crotch. Dean got an impish if evil look on his face and doubled up on his ministrations, and Lucifer groaned, not able to keep the vocalization inside. Dean moved to the backside of the wing and continued exploring much to Lucifer's tortured enjoyment. He was almost painful with his need for his mate, but he wasn't going to stop Dean’s exploration of his wings.

That sentiment was torn to shreds when Dean found his oil glands. When he pressed on them, the oil gushed out, which Dean quickly realized was for the feathers and started to condition the feathers with the oil. Just Dean touching the glands to get oil was titillating to Lucifer, but when Dean started to lick then suck at the gland, Lucifer lost the thread of control he had, and he turned around, willed off their clothes and had Dean impaled in a heartbeat. He started pounding Dean at a furious tempo, and Dean was yelling, “Yes! Just like that, babe!” And as Lucifer snapped his hips, roaring in need, Dean was pushing back yelling, “Harder! Ummm, yeah! Fuck me like you mean it! Claim me! Show the world I'm yours!” And as Lucifer pounded Dean into the ground, Dean arched his back and his muscles locked up as he came. The extra tight channel surrounding Lucifer's cock threw him into his orgasm, and he bit down on Dean’s shoulder as he came, stifling his yell.

As he drifted back to awareness, he saw Dean's satisfied grin. “We are so doing that again,” Dean said, running his finger along one of Lucifer's flight feathers. Lucifer could only nod in agreement. When they both had fully recovered, they cuddled together on the couch. Dean needed extra clarification about the bond, now that the news had settled, and his brain had time to ruminate. “So, you were explaining that I was not human earlier,” Dean began.

Lucifer nodded. “The scroll stated the human would become a little bit lesser than an angel.”

“So, that is true if I mated a regular angel, right? Because the scroll was talking about a regular angel mating a human. I bagged myself an archangel. Do you think due to the difference in power levels, I may be equal to an angel?” Dean asked.

Lucifer rolled the idea around in his mind for a few minutes. “If your reasoning is correct, and if mating a regular angel makes you a little bit lesser than an angel, or a step below an angel, it would stand to reason you would be a step below an Archangel which is the level of a Seraph.”

“So, since I am no longer human, I am no longer able to be a vessel for Michael, right?” Dean pressed on, showing his thought process to Lucifer.

“No, you are no longer able to be a vessel for a few different reasons. One, as you just pointed out, you're no longer human. Two, you are no longer the righteous man as you gave birth to three putti. You are not a man if you can bear children. And three, no angel may, as you say, wear you like a prom dress if you are mated to another angel. An angel cannot break or forfeit another angel's bond. And last but not least, I would decimate anyone who would try to use you in that manner,” Lucifer finished darkly.

Dean's cock twitched at the protective edge in Lucifer's voice. “So Michael's true vessel is now out of the running, and he can't wear Sam because of the demon blood, so no one else is alive for him to wear for the final battle. So, we've been able to place one obstacle in his way for fighting you. Not an insurmountable obstacle because he could raise Adam from the dead, but Adam isn't his true vessel, so not an ideal solution for Michael, but he could make do if he had to,” Dean mused.

“Correct,” Lucifer concurred.

“Hey, will I be able to manifest an angel blade now?” Dean asked excitedly.

“I have no idea,” Lucifer said, “but I would think you should be able to once your powers have manifested.” Lucifer hesitated, but his curiosity got the better of him, and he asked, “Why aren't you mad at me? I expected you to reject our bond, to yell at me or give me the cold shoulder. I didn't expect you to calmly accept our mating.”

Dean shrugged. “I had already resolved to talk to you about ‘us', and I knew I was interested in you, even loved you, but I didn't know if my feelings were returned. We skipped having a couple of probably truly horrific and utterly embarrassing talks where we both stammer and look like idiots.” He shrugged. “I got what I wanted deep down inside. I have you, my mate, by my side forever. I have kids, and we have a start on our plan to end the Apocalypse. Hey! How pissed do you think Mike's gonna be when he realizes his true vessel is your mate?”

Lucifer said wryly, “I would not want to be anywhere in his vicinity when he learns of our mating.”

“Do angels just know when someone has mated?” Dean asked.

“No. Gabriel would be told by divine providence, and he'd spread the word. Since he left heaven, I doubt his ability was transferred to anyone else,” Lucifer said.

“If Gabriel knows about our mating, maybe we can just invite him over to see us instead of summoning him,” Dean said. “His curiosity may just be too strong to resist a meeting.”

Lucifer thought about it then agreed. “We will invite him tomorrow. I think the rest of today should be our honeymoon,” Lucifer said as he lowered his lips onto Dean's. Dean’s mouth was too busy to give his verbal agreement, but his hand more than told Lucifer he agreed as he stroked Lucifer’s feathers, riling his mate. Lucifer whispered to his mate, “I am going to have you screaming my name by the end of the night.”

“Bring it,” Dean whispered back.

Lucifer did have Dean screaming his name by the end of the night, but Dean had Lucifer screaming his name, too. In the morning, they had to change locations again due to the power outages and thunderstorms they caused in the heat of the moment.

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Lucifer relocated them to a townhome just outside the strip in Las Vegas. He told Dean, “Gabriel has a sense of humor. I think he would be amused to meet the devil in Vegas.”

Dean told Lucifer, “Sam and I would take an annual trip here. I'd drink, gamble, and get laid while he would go camping and on hikes. It was the one week a year we took time for ourselves.”

“Well, you can still drink and gamble, you just can't be promiscuous anymore. You have me to satisfy your every carnal desire,” Lucifer whispered in Dean's ear, sending shivers down his spine. Just as Dean went to reach for Lucifer, Lucifer stepped back and grinned mischievously. “But first, we need to meet with Gabriel, then we can explore whatever you are thinking about.”

“Fine,” Dean said, pouting. Then he got an impish look and started praying, “Oh, Archangel Gabriel, I know you know all about Lucifer mating me. Your Dad was really specific in his mating directions, and Lucifer nailed every level and me perfectly. We would like to talk with you and perhaps do something more. If you are interested, meet us at the Bellagio Casino in an hour.”

“Something more?” Lucifer asked, ready to throw down with his mate.

“Well, I meant eat lunch together, but if his brain goes where your brain did, he will definitely meet us,” Dean said. “I may have insinuated the something more would be sexual from the subject of my previous sentence, but I never explicitly said it was.”

“Oooh, you're good. Deviously good,” Lucifer said in awe of his mate.

“Yep. And you have just gotten a taste of me,” Dean taunted his mate with his eyes sparkling with mischief and laughter. “C'mon hubby. Let's get drunk and get hitched in a chapel by an Elvis.”

“What?” Lucifer asked as he followed Dean to Baby.

Dean educated Lucifer on all things Vegas as they drove with the windows down and music blaring. Lucifer learned about the wedding chapels, the show girls, poker, and most importantly, free drinks if you were gambling. Dean didn't know his voice took on a wistful edge when he talked about the wedding chapels, but Lucifer paid attention to it. After Sam and Bobby came around, Lucifer vowed to himself, they would return to Vegas to get married with Dean's family in attendance.

Dean and Lucifer made it to the Bellagio with five minutes to spare. There was a bank of slots with the Legend of Loki banner, and Dean went to the machines to wait for Gabriel. One hour after Dean's prayer to Gabriel to the second, Gabriel materialized in front of them.

“Dean-o. How's it hangin'?” Gabriel said in greeting.

“Low and to the right,” Dean replied.

Gabriel was busy looking at his brother and didn’t respond to Dean. “Luci. It appears you changed your view on humankind. Or at least, you found one human you like.”

“Dean's hungry. Let's go eat in their steakhouse, and I'll tell you about how we met and fell in lust and then love,” Lucifer said.

Gabriel choked and said, “You? You never once fornicated with anyone in heaven, and now you're saying you banged Winchester before you mated him? I mean, yeah, he's good looking, but I didn't think you could even get it up for anyone, no matter how appealing they were.”

Dean broke in and said, “Oh believe me, he not only gets it up, but he rocks my world. If you need details, you can get them while we sit down and eat at the steakhouse. I haven't transitioned enough that I don't need to eat, yet, and we were too busy to eat earlier, so let’s hurry up and head to the steakhouse before my stomach decides you look tasty enough to eat, and not in the fun way.”

Gabriel made the ‘after you’ motion, and Dean picked up the egg basket and walked to the steakhouse with Lucifer next to him, holding his hand. As they were seated, he placed the egg basket in the empty chair at their table.

Gabriel said, “You like to keep your winnings close, Dean-o?”

Dean smiled placidly and said, “Something like that.” After they had ordered their meal, Dean asked Gabriel, “So do you want the full, no detail left out story, or just the highlights?”

“As much as I like a good sex story, this is my brother we are talking about, so the highlights reel will suffice,” Gabriel said.

So Dean explained how they met at a bar, connected because of similar family issues and went back to Lucifer's room to get better acquainted. Here Lucifer broke in and said, “That wasn't my room. I just acquired the key while we were walking towards the motel.”

Dean looked at Lucifer and asked, “Then how was the lube under your pillow?”

“I summoned it,” Lucifer replied.

Dean got a devilish look on his face, but before he could act on his train of thought, Gabriel loudly said, “Moving on.”

Their food arrived, and they began eating as Dean continued the story, and told Gabriel that the next morning they exchanged numbers.

Lucifer clarified, “I summoned that phone, too. I didn't have a phone until you wanted to keep in touch.” Dean got a soft look on his face, and kissed Lucifer's cheek. Then Dean explained the pregnancy symptoms, and how he put Gabriel’s and Chuck's hints together and realized he was pregnant. How he ditched Sam and didn't say anything to Lucifer about the pregnancy until he was basically pushing out the egg.

Lucifer took over telling their story, explaining that he responded to Dean’s text. In the days following the birth of the putti, they unknowingly completed the mating steps, and now they're trying to stop the Apocalypse. They've already got a good start as Dean is now unable to be a vessel, so Michael’s true vessel is out of the picture. “So Dean's thought was that if we can steal Adam from heaven before the angels get their mitts on him, we might be able to get Michael to meet and talk. Kind of a war summit. What do you think?” Lucifer asked Gabriel.

“That might work, or you might be trying to get all the vessels for yourself, so you have a huge tactical advantage for the final showdown,” Gabriel said suspiciously.

Before his mate and brother could get in a brawl, Dean broke in with, “Gabriel, I don't believe you've met your nieces or nephews,” and placed the egg basket on the table and took off the lid.

Gabriel looked in the basket and gasped. “They're golden! And you had three putti! Only one angel couple has been able to breed three putti, and they only were able to do so one time! And only one other couple has had golden eggs, the rest have been silver.”

Lucifer clarified for Dean, “Remember how I told you golden eggs denote the pairing was blessed by God, and conversely that the putti are blessed as well?” Dean nodded. “Only one other bonded couple has had golden eggs throughout all of eternity.”

Dean got a wicked look on his face while he innocently stated, “So your Dad favors, or perhaps is enthralled by our proclivity to have sex at a drop of a hat.”

Gabriel choked and said, “Good thing we were done eating or both of us would have spewed our food everywhere with that comment, Dean-o.”

“It's true. Remember, Lucifer, I told you Chuck said, ‘That was an option I never saw happening, but it might work. This could change everything.’ I swear he had seen our full night play before him in technicolor while he was staring at my abdomen. Chuck is a squirrelly pervert of a prophet. You can bet he has enjoyed his visions of us getting it on which your Dad has given him that ability to see what we are up to. Ipso facto, your Dad likes perving on our sex life.” Dean completed his argument smugly.

Both angels cleared their throats, not wanting their minds to touch that argument with a ten foot pole. No one wants to think about the possibility of their parent watching them have sex. Gabriel reverted back to Lucifer's plan to steal Adam. “How do you plan to steal Adam from heaven? I am sure he is guarded, and if you appeared in heaven, every angel there would attack you.”

“That is where you come in little bro. Between the two of us, I believe we can come up with a workable plan,” Lucifer informed his brother.

“Let me think about it for a few days. Want to meet up again in three days time? By then I should have the bare bones of a plan worked out,” Gabriel said.

Lucifer and Dean nodded. Dean said, “I will pray a location and time to you because who knows where we will be living by then.” When Gabriel arched his eyebrows, Dean elaborated, “Your brother keeps losing control during sex, leaving trackable signs of his presence. Since we're trying to lay low, we have ended up moving daily since he realized he can use his full Archangel strength and true voice during sex and not hurt me.”

“He can what now? I thought he would always be able to hurt you since you are lesser than an angel,” Gabriel said, fascinated.

“My mate came up with a theory that the scroll was written for the host, not the Archangels. He theorized that if a human mate is a step below his mate for the host, then he should be a step below an Archangel as, to paraphrase Dean, that is what he bagged. And that would make sense for our mates to only be a step below us, so we would be unlikely to accidentally injure our mates during sex. It appears his theory is correct, as I have yelled out in my true voice and used Archangel strength to thrust into him, and he just comes back asking for more,” Lucifer finished, licking his lips as his memory replayed their greatest hits.

Gabriel could see Lucifer's memories, and had to adjust himself at the thought of being able to rail his mate with his full strength. “Maybe I need to find a mate,” Gabriel muttered. He turned to tell the couple to pray to him, and realized they had already left. He waited for the check and paid it when the waitress dropped it off. As he stood up to leave, he heard thunder roll through the strip, and knew Lucifer had just used his Archangels powers while fucking his mate. “Lucky bastard,” he whispered jealously as he left the restaurant.

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Dean was basking in the afterglow. His mate had railed him into next year after lunch with Gabriel, and Dean was not complaining. Lucifer laid next to him, panting, trying to catch his breath after that athletic round. “Can the putti hear us? I mean, do they know the noises we make during sex, or that I beg you to rail me harder?” Dean asked his mate.

“No, they can’t hear until they are hatched, but they feel the love and lust emanating from us, so they are aware of our desire for each other,” Lucifer said as his breathing began to regulate.

“So they know we fuck like bunnies?” Dean asked Lucifer while running his hand up Lucifer's leg, heading towards his groin.

“Yes they are aware of that, and are happy about it, as you put off very happy and sated vibes for them to feed on,” Lucifer answered, gasping as Dean's hand started stroking and fondling his balls.

“MMhmmm,” Dean murmured as he began lightly kissing Lucifer’s shoulder. “You know, I have never topped you. I think it is time I introduced you to the joys of bottoming. Not that you will get to bottom often as that is my preferred position, but I need to round out your sexual education,” he said as he stroked Lucifer’s perineum and bit down on his jugular. Lucifer moaned his agreement, and Dean rolled Lucifer over and began kissing his back. “Wings,” he commanded, and Lucifer brought forth his wings. Dean pressed on the oil glands, and used the discharged oil for lube, opening Lucifer as he kissed, licked and stroked Lucifer's plumage.

Lucifer just about jumped out of his skin when Dean rubbed the bundle of nerves for the first time. “Your prostate,” Dean whispered in Lucifer's ear, his mouth on the upper edge as he continued to whisper, “This bundle of nerves is what makes bottoming such a pleasant experience. It is why I would rather bottom than top.” He continued rubbing Lucifer's prostate, and his mouth moved down to the oil glands. As he sucked on an oil gland while rubbing Lucifer's prostate, Lucifer came with a shout, clamping around Dean's fingers, arching his back. Dean worked Lucifer through his orgasm, and once he was in a sated afterglow state, he entered Lucifer, thrusting in as deep as possible. As Lucifer's mind came back online, he felt Dean's cock push inside his channel. Dean started thrusting, removing then sinking his cock inside Lucifer, his cock hitting Lucifer's prostate as he bent down and suckled the oil gland. Dean continued thrusting in and out of Lucifer, his cock continuously rubbing Lucifer's prostate as he rotated between suckling at Lucifer’s oil gland, and mouthing at Lucifer's feathers. Lucifer howled as the sensations barraged him, and he came again, his walls gripping Dean's cock, and Dean yelled as he came, flooding Lucifer's insides with cum.

Dean rolled off Lucifer, panting, and Lucifer leaned over his mate, tasting his oil on Dean's lips, in his mouth. As Lucifer was plundering Dean's mouth, finding all the traces of his oil, Dean's hands were fisting Lucifer's feathers, grasping onto them, then smoothing them as an apology. As they both responded to their mates ministrations, Lucifer grabbed a hold of both of their cocks and began thrusting into his fist, the friction from his hand and Dean's member rubbing against his cock quickly finishing him off, and he brought Dean over the edge with him. Lucifer rolled off Dean and gasped, “If we do nothing else for eternity but fuck each other, I would be extremely happy.”

“Agreed,” Dean said. “But we will need to move again as we definitely were not subtle during any of those rounds.”

“Just let me catch my breath first,” Lucifer said, panting. “I think I am going to take us to an uninhabited island for a few days, if you are ok with that,” Lucifer said to Dean.

“Yeah, not having to move for a few days would be nice,” Dean agreed. “Being able to have very enthusiastic sex without any consequences we need to worry about sounds delightful.”

Lucifer actually growled as he picked up the putti and put them in Dean's arms and he moved them and all their possessions to an uninhabited island. He created an island abode for them to live in and a carport for Baby. Dean was fascinated by everything on the island, from the vegetation to the birds, and he wanted to see it all. Lucifer and Dean explored the island until dusk, and after dinner they climbed into the hot tub to relax. And they were the only ones to feel the vibrations from the thunder they caused that night.

When Dean woke up the next morning, he grabbed a cup of coffee then asked Lucifer for a phone. It was 4 PM in South Dakota, and he was sure Sam was frantic. He snorted and thought, ‘Serves the brat right.’ Lucifer manifested the phone as Dean finished his first cup of coffee. He filled his second cup then skyped Sam. Sam answered the call immediately. “Dean,” he answered, unsure of the reception he'd get.

“Hey, Sasquatch,” Dean replied. “Is everyone around or do you have to get them from their research?”

“Yeah, no. Everyone is here. Everyone can hear you. See, everyone is here,” Sam confirmed twisting the phone so he'd see everyone.

“So the last call was horrible. Let's see if this one can go better. Did you find the house we stayed at for a week?” Dean asked.

“We're pretty sure we did,” Sam said, glumly.

“Did you figure out anything else?” Dean asked the crew.

“Well, there were signs that could put you in the Virgin Islands, the Catskills, or Las Vegas," Bobby said, tiredly. “But before we could pick a location, every sign stopped yesterday afternoon.”

“Are you done trying to track me? Track us?” Dean asked. “Because we have an Apocalypse to stop, and we have the start of a plan to stop it, but I am not telling you guys squat until you are done painting Lucifer as the bad guy.”

Castiel spoke up. “I finally convinced them what the color of your putti’s shells mean.”

“Did you tell them that we are the second couple in all of eternity to be blessed with golden eggs?” Dean asked Cas.

“I didn't know that fact,” Castiel said, stunned.

“Gabriel told us that yesterday,” Dean said smugly.

“Gabriel? Why did you talk to that ass wipe?” Sam yelled at Dean.

“Because unlike you, we are focused on ending the Apocalypse once and for all, and we have brought Gabriel into the fold of Team Free Will. Or maybe we are the Three Musketeers. Anyway, do you have any questions or concerns for us to answer?” Dean queried.

“Are you happy, son?” Bobby asked quietly.

A gentle smile graced his face as he answered, “Yeah. I'm happy.”

“Can we meet the putti?” Sam asked hesitantly.

“I don't know. Are you going to attempt to kill them or harm them in any way?” Dean asked his brother.

“No! Dean, we're sorry we didn't trust you, okay. It's just, Lucifer is the devil, and we all were taught the devil was evil. But you're right. We don't know the devil is evil beyond the fact that the Bible says so, and it has been wrong about the angels, so it probably skewed the truth about the devil, too. And, you were also right when you pointed out that your gut has always been able to sniff out when someone is shitting you, and/or trying to pull the wool over your eyes. So, this is me acknowledging that I am trusting your judgment on Lucifer,” Sam said in a rush.

Dean was quiet for a moment then said, “I appreciate your trust. We have ten weeks until the putti hatch. I am sure by then your actions will show me you mean what you say, and you can meet your nieces and nephews and Bobby can meet his grandkids.”

Sam nodded and Bobby got teary eyed at the mention of grandkids. Sam choked out, “Bobby and I know you would do anything for family, and the putti are taking precedence over everyone, including me. It is a hard pill to swallow, but we understand your guardedness right now.”

Dean flipped the camera to the egg basket and said, “These are our putti. They have already grown so much.”

“Because of your love,” Lucifer pointed out.

“And this is Lucifer,” Dean said, moving so the camera captured both of them. “My baby daddy.”

“Dean,” Sam said, pinching his nose and shaking his head.

“Ok, you're right,” Dean agreed. “My mate.”

“You're mated?” Castiel asked.

“Yep. We figured that out when we caused all that damage in the Virgin Islands by being over-enthusiastic while we were fucking, but I was unharmed. We're mated,” Dean said beaming with joy, and Lucifer looked proudly content in the background. “Now, I know that is a huge shock, so I'll talk to you again in two days. In two days we are also meeting with Gabriel again, and hammering out the first step in our End the Apocalypse master plan. I will either call you after the meeting, or during it to help us brainstorm as the first step will be tricky,” Dean said. “We'll talk more then. Bye.” And he disconnected the call.

He looked at his mate and said, “At least that call went better than the last one.”

“You'll get them to understand. I think you are right to feed them little bits of information at a time, so they can slowly get used to everything,” Lucifer said thoughtfully.

“Of course I'm right. And now we have two days with nothing to do…” Dean said as he was stripping off his clothes and heading to the hot tub. Lucifer was happy to join him.

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Dean prayed to Gabriel with the location of their uninhabited island after he had his first cup of coffee. Gabriel was there before Dean finished his prayer.

Gabriel entered yelling, “Good morning, Vietn-!”

Dean stopped Gabriel’s yell by stuffing a donut in his mouth. Then he looked at Lucifer and asked, “Did you put that donut in my hand?” Lucifer shook his head, shocked at what just happened. “Well, shit. My powers are manifesting.”

Gabriel finished eating the donut he was force fed and then said, “No loud greetings first thing in the morning. Got it. So, I did a little snooping. It seems heaven hasn't gotten the ‘no means no' lecture series, and Adam isn't on lockdown because they truly believe they will get Dean to say yes. And since Lucifer hasn't contacted Sam, they aren't in any big hurry to press the issue. They believe Lucifer can't find Sam due to the Enochian etchings on his ribs, so they feel they have time to persuade you to be Michael's vessel.”

“Those dicks,” Dean grumbled under his breath.

“True. But their over confidence gives us an advantage. If we can sneak in through heaven's back door, we can liberate Adam and bring him to earth. His body was burned, right?” Dean nodded. “So we will have to make a new body from scratch before we go up to free him. Where are we bringing him when we get back to earth?” Gabriel asked.

“Bobby's?” Dean asked more than said. “That is the only stable home I know. The longest Lucifer and I have been able to stay anywhere is a week, and that was prior to Lucifer realizing I could handle his full strength. After that happened we were only in each successive home hours until we built our home on this island. And I am sure Adam doesn't want to be in the middle of nowhere, away from everything.”

“We may want to get him acclimated to being in a body here on the island, because after being a soul in heaven, it will take him a little bit of trial and error before he can maneuver his body again,” Lucifer pointed out.

“Yeah, we don't need everyone watching that and freaking out,” Dean said.

“I think we should let the rest of the Scooby gang know the plan,” Gabriel said, “because we will need their help with hiding Adam.”

Dean nodded and Skyped Sam. Sam answered and everyone was right there with him. “Dean! We think we found a way to stop Pestilence and Famine. We just need to get their rings like we did with War. We will be heading out after this call to track down Famine. We saw signs of his presence a couple of states away.”

“We'll come help you, or at least one of us will. A couple of us will be busy with step one of End the Apocalypse. So, step one is taking Adam out of the running as a vessel. If we remove all of Michael's potential true vessels, it will make him more amenable to discussing everything like a grown-up, or at least we hope it will. So we are planning on breaking Adam out of heaven, but he will need a place to stay, and people to help make sure he doesn't do anything stupid. He is a Winchester after all,” Dean said.

“Don't you think you should free dad, too? He's able to be used as a vessel, too. Right?” Sam asked.

Dean looked at the Archangels who both looked thoughtful. “He could be used by Michael,” Gabriel said slowly. “His whole line could, but it gets harder to resurrect them the longer they've been dead, because either they don't want to, or just can't reconnect with bodies after being just a soul for so long. I think John would be the last viable vessel for Michael. We probably do need to emancipate him from heaven, too.”

Lucifer growled, “After everything he put Dean through, all Dean had to do to survive being raised in the conditions John left him and his brother in, HE gets a second chance? Figures. Our Father, who was no prize, is now foisting another deadbeat dad on us.” Dean grabbed Lucifer's arm, and Lucifer turned to him and hugged him. “Will you be able to handle seeing him? We can figure out a different way to stop the Apocalypse,” Lucifer told Dean.

“I have to. This our best option of getting Mike to sit down and talk with you instead of starting the end of times,” Dean said, his words muffled by Lucifer's chest.

“Can John and Adam stay with you?” Gabriel asked Bobby.

“I’m not able to use the upstairs, so they can take it over,” Bobby said.

“Why aren't you- no. We need everyone at 100% for this fight,” Gabriel said as he noticed Bobby's wheelchair. He snapped his fingers and said, “Everything should be back in working order, plus you no longer have a bum knee and your hips and back shouldn't bother you, either. Now, John and Adam will be your roomies until Lucifer can talk Michael into putting the Apocalypse plans in the deep freeze. Lucifer will help you guys with Famine and Pestilence, while Dean and I go break out John and Adam. But before we can go to heaven, Lucifer and I will need to make bodies for John and Adam's souls to connect to, so Lucifer will need to help me today with that, and he can be in Sioux Falls tomorrow. Does that work for everyone? Great. Ciao.” Gabriel said as he disconnected the call before anyone could object to the plan.

“Wait, what? How come I'm going to heaven? I thought Lucifer would go with you,” Dean asked, confused.

“As you said earlier, you're manifesting. You will appear to all the angels in heaven as just another angel who is part of the host. Contrary to popular belief, not all angels know or recognize each other. We recognize that a being has grace, and how much grace they have denotes their rank. Right now you would pass for one of the host, and by the time we leave, you may be seen as one of the Seraphim. I can mute my grace to be seen as a Seraphim, so we won't raise any alarms. If Lucifer arrived in heaven, his grace is singular just as Michael's is, and he would be recognized immediately, and the alarms would sound. I thought about seeing if Castiel could come with me, but his grace has mutated while he was here on earth, and he now has a singular grace, too,” Gabriel said in explanation.

“So I'm really the only viable option. Ok, then,” Dean said in agreement. “Wait! What about the putti? Neither of us can bring them with us on these missions, who will watch them?”

“I will have someone, most likely Castiel, stay behind to watch over them. As a safety precaution, we can put a spell on them, so anybody who means them harm can't touch them,” Lucifer said.

Dean nodded his head, mollified.

“Alright, now that everything is settled, we need to go make the vessels for John and Adam. I need to steal Lucifer for about twelve hours to make both vessels. Will you be okay alone for that long, or do you want to go to Sioux Falls while your mate is busy?” Gabriel asked Dean.

“I would like to stay here. I feel the putti are safer on this island than in Sioux Falls,” Dean replied. Lucifer tipped Dean's face to his and gently kissed him, and then he and Gabriel vanished to make the vessels to hold Adam and John's souls.

Dean may be becoming an angel, but he still needed sleep, so he took a nap, spooned around the egg basket. When he woke up, he took the putti for a walk around the island. He sat on the beach and decided he would try to manifest a cheeseburger. His first attempt, well, we are never talking about that abomination. But on his second try, he was able to manifest a burger like the one he got when he was sixteen from the diner in Bisbee, Arizona. It was the juiciest, thickest, best burger he ever had. After he scarfed down the burger, he tried manifesting potato wedges, and he was able to do it on the first try. He ate the potato wedges, and decided he would try to manifest an apple pie for dessert. He was stoked beyond belief when it actually worked, and he had a whole apple pie in front of him. “This is a game changer,” he told the putti as he happily ate a slice of pie.

When Lucifer and Gabriel returned to their island home, Dean had a platter of brownies, cookies, and ice cream sandwiches waiting for them. Dean informed them, “I manifested everything, and I am keeping the ice cream sandwiches from melting by using my grace.”

Both Archangels were impressed with Dean's aptitude at manifesting items. “They ability to manifest items will be really helpful when we go to heaven. It will help you blend in that much more,” Gabriel said.

Lucifer tried an ice cream sandwich and had a case of brain freeze. “Gah! Why does my head hurt from biting this sandwich?” Lucifer cried out.

Dean started laughing. “It's brain freeze! If you take too big a bite of ice cream, you get a sharp pain in your brain. You learn to take smaller bites. Like this, see,” Dean said, showing Lucifer how to eat the ice cream sandwich. Lucifer copied Dean and made Mmmmm noises as he finished his ice cream sandwich.

“Are the vessels ready? Is it time to head out?” Dean asked the Archangels.

“Yep,” Gabriel replied. “Lucifer will go to Sioux Falls with the putti, while we sneak into heaven through the back door. Time in heaven is fluid, but ideally we will be back no later than twenty-four hours after we leave to enter heaven.”

Dean nodded and said, “We need to start with my dad first. One, because he'll be harder to convince, and two, Adam will come with us much easier if dad tells him to leave with us.”

Gabriel nodded. “I defer to your knowledge of these souls. Lucifer, stay safe. I like your mate, and I'd hate to see something happen to him.” With that, Gabriel grabbed Dean's arm and they apparated to a door that was hidden in some Norse ruins. “I made a back door into heaven when I came to earth and became Loki. The door opens into the personal heavens corridor, and there normally aren't any angels in this wing. Castiel was one of the only angels who would explore the personal heavens back in the day. Let's cross our fingers that is still true today.”

Dean stepped through the door and saw gleaming white walls and floor with a kaleidoscope of stars above. Everything was lit with it's own subtle glow. He followed Gabriel to John's heaven. As Gabriel had stated, they didn't see a single angel in the halls. As they entered John's heaven, Dean saw his dad's memory of himself showing off the sawed-off shotgun he had made. Dean was speechless. He had made one of his dad's best memories? He thought they all would be memories of him and Mary. The next memory was a scene of Sam winning a science fair. Dean was right next to Sam, smiling proudly as Sam was handed the trophy for 1st place while John was far back in the crowd, unseen. You could hear a couple teachers talking about how smart Sam was and what a good older brother Dean was, and John was smiling a proud if bittersweet smile. Dean shook his head and stopped watching John's greatest hits reel to find his soul.

Dean found him a minute later in a recliner that he remembered from their house in Kansas. He stood there for a minute, just taking in the fact that he could actually see his dad, that this was not just a painful memory, and then pulled himself together so he could attempt a conversation with his father. He walked up to John and said, “Dad? It's me, Dean.”

John looked at Dean, blankly, like he had no idea what Dean was talking about. Dean took a deep breath and said, “Right before you went to Hell because of a demon deal you made to save my life, you told me how proud you are of me, and how you regret that the burden for caring for the family has always fallen to me, and that you regret placing that burden on my shoulders at such a young age. Well, I'm in trouble, hell, the world is in trouble, and you can make up for everything landing on my shoulders by stepping up and helping me now.”

John looked up at his grown son and said, “You don't need me. You never did. You took care of me and Sam. We never looked out for you because we knew you were the strongest out of all of us. We took advantage of you, of your love, and you never once complained, you just tried even harder to make us happy. You would never admit you needed help, much less ask me for help now. You aren't Dean, not the real him,” and he turned away and took a sip of his beer.

Dean was at a loss. He stood there thinking as another memory played on. It was Dean's first time shooting cans, and he knocked everyone down with his shots. Dean said, “You disappointed your son continually in life, are you going to keep disappointing him in your death, too?”

John said belligerently, “You aren't him! He was all swagger and bravado, not a hand wringing pussy!” he said as he jumped up out of his chair and stared down at Dean, looking for a fight.

Dean stood up tall and glared right back at John. “Asking for help isn't being a whiny pussy. It's being smart enough to know that you need help to take a big bad down. Not everything can be nor should be a one man show.”

“I always handled everything on my own just fine,” John growled.

“And you wound up dead and in hell because of that lone wolf mentality, “ Dean yelled back into John’s face. “You left me with a load of guilt because you went to hell to save my life! You gave me the burden of killing Sam, which I didn’t do, by the way, and you did that all on your own without any input from anybody else. Everyone would have told you that selling your soul for me would crush me, but you were too self-centered to think how I’d feel in that situation. Now, you are trying to tell me, me!, that I’m a pussy for asking family for help? This is an all hands on deck situation with big bads you can’t even begin to understand. So, are you gonna be a self-righteous dick, or are you gonna help your sons the one time they ask you for help? Or is clinging to your machismo more important to you than helping us?”

John looked at Dean then said, “You're right. I always hated it when you were right. When you'd show me up. Hated it and was proud of you at the same time.”

Dean shrugged. “Gotta grow past that macho bull shit at some point. The only way I have stayed alive as long as I have is by being a team player. Team Free Will. We all have our own strengths and weaknesses, and we have become a cohesive unit and not the fractured family unit that you led.”

“Dean, if I could do things differently-"

“Well, you can't. So now that your son needs your help, is asking for your help, are you going to turn him away, or will you follow him and help him save your grandbabies and possibly the world,” Dean said, cringing inside at the harsh words he lobbied at his father, and at the emotional blackmail he used by adding the word grandbabies into the fight.

The last words had the affect Dean was going for as his dad finally stood up and said, “Grandbabies? I’m a grandpa? I will help you beat the big bad, whoever, whatever it is, and save my grandbabies.”

“Good. Now that you are on the bandwagon, we've got to go get Adam-"

“Adam? Adam who?” John asked, stopping abruptly.

“Adam Milligan. Your other son,” Dean said calmly.

“How do you know about him?” John asked, shocked.

“It's a long story. Just know about a year and a half after your death we found out about him. For the issue we're facing, we need to get the whole family together." Dean held up his hands placatingly as his dad opened his mouth to argue. "We know Adam is not a hunter, that's not why we're getting him. Just, trust me, ok?” Dean asked John.

John leveled Dean with a look, then nodded his head slowly and said, “Okay.”

Once Dean received agreement from his dad, he told him, “We need to be stealthy when we leave here to go get Adam. We can't be seen by anyone. Everyone except myself and him,” Dean pointed to himself and Gabriel, “are enemies, got it?” Dean asked.

“Got it,” John responded.

Gabriel looked out into the hallway and motioned for them to follow him. The stealthily made their way to the M's for Milligan. They heard voices in the hallway by the P's, and they froze then silently went to the door for the closest personal heaven, and they were ready to duck into it if needed. They heard the voices getting softer, so the angels were headed away from them. They quickly made their way to Adam’s personal heaven, and let themselves in. As they walked in they saw what looked to be a memory of Adam losing his virginity after prom. Dean quickly looked away and looked for his brother's soul. He found it and went toward it, dragging his dad along.

“Hi, Adam. I'm your half-brother, Dean,” Dean said as he introduced himself to his half-brother.

“What? Who? Dad?” Adam stuttered, befuddled as he was drawn out of his favorite memories.

“Yeah, son. It's me. We need to follow these men, okay?” John said to Adam.

“How did you get here? Where are we? I don-"

“Adam, pull yourself together,” John interrupted him. “These men need our help, and we are going to help them, got it?”

Dean broke in with, “I know this is confusing and jarring, but I really need your help. Yours and dad’s help. Can you come with us for a little bit? It will mean a lot to me, and to the world,” Dean said gently.

Adam looked at John then Dean then slowly nodded. Adam stood up to follow John, who was following Dean and Gabriel. “Shhh. Be vewy vewy quiet,” Dean said in his best Elmer Fudd voice as Gabriel opened the door to the hallway. They walked quickly and quietly over to Gabriel's hidden back door, and exited heaven with none the wiser.

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While Dean and Gabriel were jailbreaking the souls, Lucifer went to Sioux Falls with the putti. He appeared in Bobby's living room, and Bobby startled to see him appear in the middle of the living room without warning. “Damn angels. Don't you guys know what it is to knock?” Bobby grumbled.

Lucifer said, “I have knowledge of what knocking is, but I never had the need to do so since I can enter anywhere. I am here to help you guys fight Famine and Pestilence, but someone has to stay behind with our putti. My mate and I don't want to leave them all alone and unprotected.”

Bobby came over to peer at the three golden eggs in the egg basket. “Well, Cas or I would be the two weakest links. I am getting my sea legs back now that I am no longer in a wheelchair, and Cas is learning to do things the human way since he is in the process of falling, so either one of us could stay behind and watch them” Bobby said.

“Can you call Castiel? I would like to speak to him,” Lucifer requested.

“Cas is in the kitchen. Cas,” Bobby yelled.

Cas walked into the living room, eating a piece of bacon. “You hollered for me,” he said blandly. He noticed Lucifer and stood up straighter, as if at attention.

Lucifer said, “Dean and I thought you would be the best one to watch our putti, as you are aware of the significance of Dean gestating golden eggs, and you won't harm them or let any harm befall them. Do you accept this guard detail?”

Castiel straightened his posture even more which didn't seem possible, and said, “I accept with honor.”

“Since you have accepted the post of watching the putti, I am going to strengthen your powers, so you can defend them against any who would attempt to harm them,” Lucifer said as he sent a stream of power towards Castiel which Castiel’s grace absorbed, becoming fully replenished. He was back at 100% power for the first time since he was brought back to life. He looked at Lucifer in awe. Lucifer just shrugged. “You are now connected to heaven through the back door that Gabriel uses. Keep my putti safe,” he said.

He turned to Bobby and asked, “Where is Sam? And what was your plan to take down the Horsemen?”

Sam walked into the room eating a bagel. “We know where Famine is for sure, so we thought we'd start with him. Pestilence is harder for us to track, unfortunately.”

“So if we're going after Famine, I will tell you what to expect in his presence. You will feel a hunger in your gut for something, not necessarily food. It may be food, but it could be a hunger for love, attention, sex, drugs, whatever you are truly hungry for. The hunger will get stronger and stronger as we get closer to Famine. By the time we reach Famine, it will be a full-blown obsession. Famine will be drawn to you, Sam, since you're supposed to be my vessel. Your hunger will be for demon blood, and he will have demons there to tempt you to sate your hunger, and by sating your hunger, make you better suited to be my vessel. You must not consume any demon blood. Your brother will skin me alive if you have to go through detox again. Understood?” Bobby and Sam nodded.

“So what is the plan to get the ring from Famine?” Bobby asked. “He doesn’t seem like someone we can just wing it and hope for the best.”

“Hopefully, Famine will be so focused on you, Sam, that he won’t focus too much on Bobby, and between Bobby and I, one of us will be able to get his ring. I am going to schmooze him a few minutes after you arrive, and as I distract him either Bobby or I can remove the finger with the Horseman’s ring. Hopefully this will be easy, a milk run as Dean would say,” Lucifer said. “Bobby, you should carry the demon killing knife, so you can cut off Famines finger if you get an opportunity. Are you ready to go, or do you need to get ready?”

Bobby and Sam were ready to leave within five minutes, and Lucifer transported them outside a Biggerson's. They were standing at the back of it, so they wouldn't be seen by the beings within. There was a black Cadillac Escalade parked in front of Biggerson's and Bobby quoted, “And then will come Famine, riding a black steed. He will ride into the land of plenty and great will be the Horseman's hunger, for he is hunger.” They all exchanged glances, then they parted to put their plan into action.

Bobby and Sam made their way quietly inside Biggerson's through the back door. They were both hit with overwhelming feeling of hunger. Sam for demon blood as he was warned, and Bobby was hungry for love. As they frantically looked around, they noticed all the patrons in the restaurant were dead, killed by their actions to satisfy their deep hunger. People had gorged on each other, on food-some trying to grab food directly out of the fryer. People had overdosed on drugs and alcohol. Bodies were strewn throughout the restaurant in various poses with different hungers causing their deaths .

They found Famine in the main part of the restaurant. Famine wore the visage of an old frail man. He was surrounded by demons, and he smiled temptingly at Sam. “No one hurt this sweet boy,” Famine commanded the demons. He said to Sam, “These demons are a snack for you. Fill your hunger, sate it with these demons blood,” he implored.

The demons looked at each other nervously as Sam simply said, “No.”

Lucifer walked into the restaurant at that point and said, “There you are Sam! I've been looking everywhere for you! Famine, you set this trap up perfectly. He will eventually become a victim to his hunger and as he sates his hunger, his need for demon blood, he will become mine for the taking.” Lucifer went to stand next to Famine, and all the demons parted, even more nervous now that Lucifer was there.

Famine said, “It will be good to get the Apocalypse back on track.”

Lucifer nodded. “Sam has eluded me until now. Your plan to trap him worked perfectly,” he said smiling evilly at Famine. Lucifer moved lightning fast and cut the ring off Famine’s finger, neutralizing Famine’s powers instantly. The deep hunger Famine stirred immediately started to fade from Sam and Bobby. They were left feeling weak from their cravings but proud as neither had given in under dire circumstances. Lucifer killed all the demons present with a wave of his hand, and then he transported everyone back to Sioux Falls along with Famine's ring.

Both Bobby and Sam sat heavily on the couch, both still craving their true hunger as there was still a residue of Famine's hunger left in their systems. As they sat there collecting themselves, Lucifer went over to Castiel and asked, “Was there any trouble while we were gone?”

“A couple demons came onto Bobby’s property looking for Sam or Dean, not the putti. I eradicated them, and I haven't seen anyone or anything else,” Castiel replied, giving a succinct report.

“Thank you for taking good care of our offspring,” Lucifer said, stroking each putto's shell lovingly.

Sam came up to look at the putti. “So these are my brother’s kids,” Sam said wonderingly. “Well, yours and my brother’s. It’s hard to believe, you know, that Dean is a dad, or mom, I guess. He never seemed to want kids prior to all this,” Sam said as he gestured to the putti and encompassed Lucifer in the motion, too.

“Why, is it hard for you to believe, Samuel? He’s been a dad to you since he was four years old,” Lucifer stated.

Sam started then pondered Lucifer’s words for a minute. “I never thought of it that way, but you’re right.” He said slowly as he thought about it. “He can be so juvenile at times that I forget how fast he had to grow up.”

“Your brother is fun loving, mischievous, serious, and caring, but he is never juvenile. What you see as him acting juvenilely is a protective façade. I wonder why he thinks he needs it around you,” Lucifer responded as Sam flushed.

Bobby broke in asking Lucifer, “Can you look at the areas we thought could be Pestilence and give us your thoughts on whether any of these areas could be him, or if we’re barking up the wrong tree.”

Lucifer gave the putti one more loving stroke then walked over to Bobby and looked over the areas and events they had linked as possibly being caused by Pestilence. He listened as Bobby gave the known facts for each location. He asked for the types of sickness in each contaminated area. He crossed off locations as he discounted them, and the ones that were possibilities they left on the map. As Bobby finished the list, they had five areas left on the map.

“What were the dates that the contagions started for each of these areas?” Lucifer asked.

Bobby looked through his notes and got the date of inception for each outbreak. Lucifer looked at the dates and said, “These are all Pestilence, and if you look at the dates of inception, you can see he’s heading north. If we are lucky, he’ll still be at this outbreak,” Lucifer said, pointing at the map. “It is too dangerous for the two of you to go with me, as the closer you get to Pestilence, the more diseased your body becomes until it perishes. You both would be dead before we could get to Pestilence and cut off his ring. I will have my hands full keeping my own vessel maintained when I get close to him. Castiel is better suited for this task. Can I trust you two to protect the putti, mine and Dean’s offspring, as Castiel and I fight Pestilence?” Lucifer asked, staring into both Bobby and Sam’s eyes.

Bobby nodded and said, “I will protect my grandchildren.”

Sam nodded and said, “And I will protect my nieces and nephews.”

Lucifer gave them a hard stare for a minute, then nodded. “Pestilence is waiting. Castiel, are you ready to take down a Horseman?”

Castiel nodded and said, “I would consider it a privilege to help you take down Pestilence,” then both angels disappeared.

Bobby shook his head. “They left before telling us how to take care of the putti. Do we need to do anything for them?”

Sam answered, saying thoughtfully, “Lucifer was petting the putti, so maybe we should do that, too?”

“Can’t hurt,” Bobby said, and they both gently rubbed the eggs.

Lucifer and Castiel found Pestilence posing as a doctor in the hospital taking care of the infected individuals and spreading the contagion deeper into the community. Lucifer and Castiel were able to walk right up to Pestilence, Castiel being viewed as an ally to their cause since he was with Lucifer. As Lucifer was greeted by the Horseman who asked after the Croatoan virus, and when the distribution of it would begin, Castiel was able to cut off his finger while Pestilence was busy talking with Lucifer. Lucifer quickly placed an antidote in everyone's IV bags and they left the hospital with Pestilence's ring.

When Lucifer and Castiel returned to the Singer residence around twenty minutes after they left, they found Bobby and Sam singing Highway to Hell while petting the putti. As they stared in disbelief at the scene playing out in front of them, they heard Sam say, “Now we need to sing Stairway to Heaven to balance heaven and hell.” And Bobby’s alto began singing:

There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to Heaven

And Sam joined in-

When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for
Ooh, ooh, and she’s buying a stairway to Heaven
There’s a sign on-

Both men broke off singing when they noticed the angels had returned and were watching them disbelievingly. “You didn’t tell us how to care for them before you left,” Sam mumbled. “So we just tried to do things Dean would do to make them feel comfortable and loved.”

“I’m sure my mate will be touched by the care you showed the putti. He’ll also find it hilarious, and probably be a touch horrified as well. Don’t be surprised if you are teased mercilessly by him when he sees you next,” Lucifer said with a mischievous grin. “Really, the best songs you could think of was Highway to Hell and Stairway to Heaven?”

“It was better than the Swing Low, Sweet Chariot Bobby wanted to sing. And it had to be something we had heard so many times that we knew it by heart,” Sam tried to explain as he flushed, embarrassed at being caught singing those songs to the putti.

Castiel said to the two hunters, “It was very sweet to see that when we came home. We were able to retrieve Pestilence's ring, so our side of the plan is complete. Hopefully Dean and Gabriel are having fortuity with their part of the plan as well.”

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Dean and Gabriel were having a bitch of a time getting the souls to stay within their new bodies. The souls wanted to remain free of confinement, and they kept trying to pull a Houdini and escape. If the souls didn't stay in their bodies, they would sling shot right back to their personal heaven, and neither Gabriel nor Dean believed they would be able to have a second chance at breaking them out. They were sure that by now heaven knew the souls had escaped their personal heaven, and the angels were probably focused on searching all of the personal heavens for the souls, so that bought Dean and Gabriel the time they needed to train the souls to stay within their new bodies. After a few hours of basically sitting on the souls to keep them encased in their vessels, the souls implanted themselves into their carapaces and Dean and Gabriel could see the bodies come alive. The blood was being pumped through their veins, pinking up the skin tone; their lungs were inflating and deflating with every breath. Dean laughed, “We did it. They have accepted their bodies.”

“And their bodies now look exactly as they did before they died,” Gabriel said.

Dean looked at his dad and said, “My dad looks fifteen years younger than he was when he died.”

“Huh. Maybe he willed himself younger so he would be in better shape to fight,” Gabriel hypothesized. Dean shrugged his shoulders and agreed. It was as good a hypothesis as anything else he could come up with, and if anyone could will that into happening, it would be his dad.

Dean pulled out his phone and texted Lucifer that they were back, and the souls had accepted their carapaces, and to let them know when it would be a good time to head to Bobby's. Lucifer responded immediately saying they had completed their mission, so they could arrive any time. Gabriel moved the sleeping humans to Bobby's house, and put them in a bedroom that had two twin beds. He would monitor their vital signs so he would know when they woke up.

Dean popped in next to Lucifer and gave him a quick kiss before looking around for the putti. He found them with Sam and Bobby, their hands awkwardly petting the shells, and mutual looks of embarrassment on their faces. Dean popped his left eyebrow and stated, “Does someone want to tell me what is going on?”

Castiel answered in his monotone voice, “Bobby and Sam were singing Highway to Hell followed by Stairway to Heaven to the putti, to, as Sam said, balance heaven and hell.”

Dean's eyes almost popped out of his head, followed by a loud guffaw. Gabriel and Lucifer snickered, and even Castiel's face was fighting a smile.

“Fine!” Sam said, throwing up his hands. “We didn't know how to take care of the putti while Cas and Lucifer were gone, so we sang songs we had heard Dean play a million times. They seemed appropriate at the time,” he finished off lamely.

Dean finally got his laughter under control as he said, “I am sure the putti loved it, and they also loved the happiness and joy you just spread with your actions. That is the funniest shit I have heard in a long time. Even funnier than when I took Castiel to the brothel.”

Dean was hit by everyone asking variations of the same question, mostly summed up best by Bobby’s version, “You what?”

“We were summoning Raphael the next day. Cas was sure he wasn't going to survive the encounter, and I wasn't sure I would survive the encounter either, and I wanted Cas to experience one of the best human pleasures there is when having a male vessel before he potentially bit the dust,” Dean explained.

The Archangels said in unison, “You summoned Raphael?” Lucifer gripping Dean's arms tightly.

“Well, yeah,” Dean said swallowing harshly. He was sure his mate would like this answer even less. “We were trying to find God.”

Lucifer just stared at Dean and everyone else remained silent while Lucifer tried to stay calm. “Do you have any idea how foolish and dangerous that was? And you!” he said glaring at Castiel. “You definitely knew how dangerous and foolhardy that was, and you still dragged my mate with you? You endangered Dean! Was this after we met?” Lucifer asked. Dean just nodded. Lucifer pulled his own hair with frustration. Then he turned to Gabriel and asked, “How long did it take you to notice that Dean was pregnant with the putti?”

“When I actually looked at him, a second. But I didn't truly look at him until I was trapped in a ring of holy oil,” Gabriel answered.

“Uh, not to make you more upset with me and Cas, but we first used that move on Raphael. That is how I knew it would work on Gabriel,” Dean interjected.

Lucifer's head dropped. “How long did Raphael stare at Dean?” he asked quietly.

“After we lit the holy oil ring around him, we were in the room with him for roughly five minutes,” Castiel said. “I don't know how long he looked at Dean during that time.”

“I know he looked at me when I said sayonara after Cas did,” Dean said.

“There is no way Raphael didn't notice the putti,” Gabriel remarked.

“But heaven hasn't been alerted to their presence,” Lucifer said. “Otherwise, both Adam and John would have been guarded.”

Sam broke in with, “Maybe Raphael doesn't truly want the Apocalypse, either.”

Everyone silently contemplated Sam's words while Lucifer wrapped his arms around Dean and kissed him saying quietly, “I couldn't have handled it if something hurt you. Killed you. I would have burned the world to find you, save you, and that was before I knew about the putti, and before we were mated. Please don't take risks like that again.” Dean nodded his head and leaned into Lucifer, both of them drawing strength from each other. Lucifer lowered his head, and Dean raised his lips to met Lucifer's in a sweet kiss that communicated “I'm sorry" and “You're forgiven”.

Gabriel brought the conversation back to their plan to stop the Apocalypse. “Maybe we need to reach out to Raphael. We had both assumed he was still Michael's lap dog, but maybe he's starting to think for himself and starting to see all is not right with Michael's decisions. He seems to be realizing that Michael is no longer making just or right decisions for either mankind or the angels. Why else wouldn't he say anything to Michael?”

“Um, question.” Dean said. “Can you guys tell the putti were fathered by an Archangel, or just that I was knocked up by an angel, any angel?”

“The grace level of the putti let's us know an Archangel is the sire,” Gabriel said.

“Would Raphael be able to tell which Archangel sired the putti?” Dean asked hesitantly.

“I get it," Sam said. “If he doesn't now who fathered the putti, he doesn't want to say anything in case it was Michael. He doesn't want to know if his big brother could have laid with man.”

“And you think that Raphael might feel the sire was Michael?” Lucifer asked.

“Or Gabriel. How many angels would believe you would fornicate with man, the beings you despised with all of your being?” Dean asked sensibly, his strategic mind working. “If Raphael knows I’m not able to be a vessel anymore, and dad and Adam weren't guarded… Is there a way Sam can be purified of the demon blood and be able to be worn by Michael instead of Lucifer?” Dean asked the angels in the room.

Everyone paused for a moment, and you could see all the angels thinking furiously, trying to find any scrap of information about purifying a demon or human. “There were rumors a group of humans was able to purify a demon, but I never confirmed it, and I only heard of the purifying ritual being performed once, so I don't know how much stock I would put on that,” Gabriel relayed slowly, trying to remember the rumor he heard.

Lucifer shook his head, “I've got nothing, but I was in the cage during the time when they would have tried it, if they did try it,” he stated.

The group looked at Castiel as he was the angel who was in heaven until six months ago. Castiel’s brow was furled in thought. “I think they do have a ritual that could purify Sam. There is a memory niggling at me, but it seems blocked somehow,” he said slowly.

“They must have taken that memory when they re-educated you,” Dean hypothesized.

“Re-educated?” Gabriel asked, stunned.

“Apparently, if an angel stops toeing the line and gets a mind of their own, they get thrown into re-education until they are mindlessly obedient again,” Dean informed Gabriel and Lucifer.

“That, that's not how heaven is supposed to operate! The angels are supposed to think for themselves, feelings can't be monitored,” Gabriel said.

“We have been told and shown repeatedly that angels don't have any feelings,” Sam broke in.

“Well that's not true,” Lucifer said flatly. “We all have feelings. Mine were centered around anger and hatred until I met Dean, but I still felt. Where are you getting your information from?”

Castiel said, “They got it from me and from every interaction they have had with the host.”

Gabriel frowned. “So there is a new order upstairs that has all angels believing they are emotionless automatons, and you are kept in line by being re-educated. And the re-education blocks or completely erases memories? That sounds Hitler-esque. No wonder heaven is having issues.”

“Do you think Raphael would be open to hearing about a world with no apocalypse, and instead a blessed union with putti? And maybe a reorganization of heaven which allows feelings and free will?” Dean asked.

Before the angels could answer, they heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Everyone turned and saw John and Adam making their way toward them. John gave a small smile to Sam and Dean, head nod to Bobby and Gabriel, and shot a quizzical look at Cas and Lucifer. Adam just stood behind John since he didn't know anyone.

Dean called softly, “Adam, I want you to meet everyone.” Adam shyly came forward. Dean put his arm around Adam’s shoulder and introduced everyone, starting with himself. “I don't know how much you remember from our jailbreak, but I'm Dean, your half-brother, and this is Sam, your other half-brother.” Sam stepped forward and waved hi. “We know you didn't know about us before your death, and we didn’t know about you either, but now that we know about you, we'll keep you safe. The guy in the beat up trucker hat is Bobby, surrogate father to me and Sam, and founding member of team free will, which Sam and I started up,” Bobby tipped his hat at Adam. “Cas is our other founding member,” Cas stared stoically at Adam. “Gabriel has joined our team,” Gabriel gave a dramatic bow. “And last but not least, Lucifer is my mate and as such is a founding member by marriage.” Dean finished kissing Lucifer on the cheek. Adam nodded hello to everyone Dean pointed out.

John broke in, “Lucifer? Gabriel? Next I will be meeting Raphael,” he said, harrumphing about the names.

Dean turned to John and said, “Dad, I would like you to meet Lucifer and Gabriel, the Archangels, and Castiel, a member of the host.”

“You expect me to believe-" John started, but Dean spoke over him as he grabbed the egg basket and said, “And these are your grandchildren. They will hatch in roughly nine weeks. They are the progeny of myself and Lucifer.”

John's mouth fell open. He snapped it closed and looked at Sam and Bobby to see if they were smirking, but it didn't appear to be a joke. “What?” he whispered, stunned.

“These are your grandchildren. They have a golden shell which means our mating was blessed by God, and conversely that the putti are blessed as well. There has only been one other mated pair throughout all of time who has had golden eggs, and only one other couple who had three putti at once, and that was only one time, so we are a beyond rare happening for heaven,” Dean said proudly as he leaned back into his mate, handing him the putti in case his dad became violent.

John looked shrewdly at Dean. “You're hiding something,” he said, calling Dean out.

“Not hiding. I just wanted to see if you understood everything before I got to the next part. Adam, are you following along? Do I need to go more in depth for you?” Dean asked their youngest member.

Adam replied, “No. It's a lot, but so far I understand.”

Dean nodded. “Okay, then the last piece of information you need before we go into the reason we brought you back to earth, is that, since I am Lucifer's mate, Iambecomingaseraphimangel. Okay? Good talk.”

John exploded. “What did you say! You're no longer human? Fuck Dean! You aren't human, your offspring aren’t human, just- What the hell, Dean?! Did you not learn anything from me? Fuck! We don't fuck monsters, and we don't fuck males. Very simple rules, and yet, both of those rules were not only broken, but then you mated it, too? I can't-" John said as he ran his hands through his hair and turned away from his son.

Lucifer jumped in and said scathingly, “Says the father who would leave on hunts without making sure his kids had enough money for food and rent. Dean either starved, or he sold himself on the streets to keep them fed and have a roof remain over their head. You taught him some valuable life lessons, but I don't think it was the lessons you meant to teach your son.”

Dean's head had dropped, and he grabbed Lucifer's sleeve saying quietly, “You weren't supposed to tell anyone that, babe.”

Sam broke in with, “Dean? Is Lucifer telling the truth?”

Dean threw his head back, groaning. “And this is why you shouldn't have said anything,” he said softly, so only Lucifer could hear. Well, Lucifer and the other angels in the room, unbeknownst to Dean. Dean turned to look at Sam, licking his lips as he did, a sure sign of nervousness to anyone who knew him. “I wasn't old enough to get a job, even as a busboy, and we were about to be evicted and I hadn't eaten in three days. I had to do something to keep the roof over our heads and keep you fed.” Dean shrugged. “I had already heard enough comments to know men desired me. It kept us afloat.”

“Now the comment Lucifer made when he found out we had to resurrect John makes sense. I already knew you were a deadbeat dad, but I had no idea what Dean had to do to make up for your dereliction of your responsibility for us. Your complete apathy towards caring for us and your negligence made Dean do things that make me shudder just to think about, and you dared yelled at him because he is mated to and becoming an angel? An angel. Not a demon or a vampire or a skinwalker, but an angel. I think if I were in your shoes right now, I would keep my mouth shut before anything else incriminating came out about your past,” Sam said threateningly.

Before John could say another word, tape appeared across his mouth, and Gabriel calmly stated, “No more vitriol will spew from his lips. Please inform your family the reason they were sprung from heaven.”

Dean nodded and said, “So, as you know, I am mated to Lucifer, the Lucifer, and I am sure you have heard of the Apocalypse. Well, Sam and I were supposed to be the vessels for Michael and Lucifer, but as Lucifer and I met when he was Nick, he no longer wanted to wear Sam as a prom dress because I was attracted to him as Nick, and we got to, uh, know each other biblically when he was in Nick’s form. Once Lucifer and I were mated, I was no longer a suitable vessel for Michael for a few reasons, but the main reasons are that I am no longer a human being, and since I am mated to Lucifer, no angel can break or forfeit another angel's bond. The ability to be a vessel follows family lines. Everyone in mom's and dad's family died too long ago to be resurrected and used for vessels except for-"

“Us,” Adam breathed, understanding lighting his face.

“Correct, young Padawan,” Dean said. “If Michael gets his way, and the Apocalypse is fought, at least half of the planet will be wiped out. Lucifer has already eradicated the Croatoan virus, and helped to stop the horsemen that had risen, stopping a lot of the foretold deaths. Death, the final horseman, is still locked up as the night it was foretold that Lucifer would raise him, he was helping me give birth to our putti. Now, if Michael doesn't have a vessel, he can't come down here and challenge Lucifer which allows us to try peaceful avenues first.”

John and Adam mulled over what was said. John went to speak and the tape disappeared. He looked at Gabriel, and Gabriel said, “The tape allows you to speak as long as you're not spewing hate or insults. If either of those things are going to pass your lips, the tape is back in place.”

John nodded and said, “What do you need from us? We'll help you in your efforts to save the world.” Adam nodded his agreement.

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Dean informed John and Adam about Rafael knowing about the putti and not saying anything. “We were just starting to debate if we thought reaching out to Rafael was a good idea when you two came down the stairs,” Dean finished in summation.

“Stage one of our plan was ensuring Michael didn't have a vessel which might make him more amenable to peace talks. We hadn't really planned beyond that,” Lucifer said.

“Man, this is like a soap opera,” Adam groaned.

“Nah, right now we are just a mini-series. We need more couples doing the do before we can be a soap opera" Dean said, wiggling his eyebrows.

Sam choked then said, “From all the storm activity and electrical outages, I think you and Lucifer could fill a soap opera’s sex slots, or a porn channels,” he muttered. The angels in the room heard the muttered remark, and Lucifer smirked proudly.

“Speaking of storm activity, Dean and I will need to head back to our island for a little bit. Everyone gets an hour break to ruminate, let the information dump settle, and then we can all brainstorm on how we get Michael to seriously discuss peace. Sound like a plan?” Lucifer stated more than asked. No objections came, and Dean, Lucifer and the putti disappeared.

“Lucky bastards,” Gabriel grumbled.

“What? Why? What are they going to their island for?” Adam asked Gabriel.

“They are going to the island so Lucifer can fuck Dean with the strength of an Archangel. When they fuck with the might of an Archangel, they cause thunder storms and power outages, as the overflow from the tension between them erupts as thunder and electrical surges. And Lucifer using his true voice when he shouted out in ecstasy is what caused all that destruction in the virgin isles,” Gabriel explained with a tinge of jealousy and bitterness.

“I did not need to know that about my brother,” Adam groaned.

“That means they were in the Catskills and Vegas, too,” Sam said both aroused and horrified from knowing about Dean’s sex life.

“They met me in Vegas,” Gabriel said, confirming Sam’s thoughts, “and they said they hadn’t been able to stay anywhere for more than a few hours since they had learned Lucifer could use his full Archangel strength during sex and not hurt Dean because Lucifer keeps losing control during sex, leaving trackable signs of his presence. I could see Lucifer's surface thoughts, and let me tell you, they hump like bunnies.”

Everyone was simultaneously ill at knowing so much about Dean and Lucifer's sex life, and turned on from knowing about Dean and Lucifer's sex life. To switch topics, Sam asked Gabriel, “Why does John look fifteen years younger than when he died?”

“The souls made the carapaces into the form the bodies are currently in. We made basically a blank hull that the souls fleshed out into the shapes you see before you. Normally, the souls revert back to the last form they held, like Adam did. Dean thinks your dad willed himself into a younger body so he'd be able to physically fight the big bad in top form,” Gabriel said.

“Well, if anyone could do that, it would be John,” Bobby drawled.

John wasn't sure if he should be insulted or complimented by the comment. He let it slide as he asked the group in general, “How did you guys meet so many angels? When I was alive, no one had reported seeing an angel in centuries.”

Castiel said, “I rose Dean from Perdition.”

“And the boys met me as Loki a couple of times before Dean figured out I was an angel,” Gabriel said.

“You rose Dean from Perdition? He was in Hell?” John asked, stunned to learn his son's fate.

“He learned how to sacrifice himself from his father. Like father, like son,” Bobby said derisively.

John flushed. “He was never supposed to do that!”

“He made a deal to save me. They gave him a year to live. They needed him in Hell to break the first seal and start the Apocalypse.” Sam said bitterly. The fact that his brother went to Hell to save him still rankled.

“He saved you?” John said, stunned.

“Yep. In defiance of your direct order to kill me, he saved me,” Sam said, staring down his father.

“Wait. You told one son to kill his brother, your other son,” Adam said, appalled.

“I knew the yellow-eyed demon had plans for Sam, and I couldn't let them come into fruition,” John started to explain.

“Then you tell your boys that. Instead you twisted your oldest boy in knots because he knew he'd never be able to kill Sam, and by not killing Sam he was essentially breaking his death bed promise to you,” Bobby said to John, fire burning in his eyes.

Just as a fight looked eminent, Dean and Lucifer returned, both looking extremely satisfied. “You had to mate the Father of Sin to find someone to match your libido,” Sam said to his brother, looking pointedly at the new hickey on Dean's neck.

“I told you Sam would notice,” Dean hissed at Lucifer, then he looked at Sam, smiled and shrugged. “He takes very good care of me.” He dropped his voice down a register, “Very good.”

Everyone's mind reverted back to their previous discussion. If a few pants were adjusted, no one pointed it out. Lucifer was looking at his mate lasciviously as he asked the room in general, “So what did we miss?”

“Just catching up dad and Adam on the last few years. You know, Dean going to hell, the breaking of the seals, that type of stuff,” Sam said.

“So old news. Okay. So we need to discuss if we think it will be beneficial to reach out to Raphael,” Dean said. Lucifer snapped another couch into the room which he then sat down on and drew Dean into his lap. Dean may have wiggled into the lap a little more than was necessary. Sam sat on the other end of the couch while John and Adam sat on Bobby's couch which Gabriel had mojoed into being back in new condition, so nobody was struck by a stray spring. Bobby stayed at his desk, and Cas and Gabriel sat in wingback chairs that Gabriel snapped into the room for them.

Gabriel started the discussion. “I think if I went to meet with Raphael first to tell him about Dean and Lucifer mating, and then inform him of the golden eggs and then leave him to ruminate on those facts for a few days, he will be more amenable to coming over to our side, or at least discussing it with us.”

“And how will you know if he plans on meeting you with a legion of angels to take you prisoner and throw you in heaven's jail? Or maybe even take you to get re-educated," Dean asked Gabriel.

“I have tricks I learned as the trickster up my sleeve. In this case, my form will be seen where I told Raphael to meet me, but I will still be here in actuality, so if it is a trap, my hologram will just blink out of existence,” Gabriel said. “Believe me, I don't want to die or be a sacrificial lamb for the cause.”

Dean nodded, mollified.

“Castiel, you were in heaven until recently. Did Raphael seem to be amenable to listening to various points of view then choosing which was best, or were their decisions set in stone?” Lucifer asked.

“They seemed pretty intractable,” Castiel replied. “In fact, a brother told me Raphael was the one who instituted the re-education program.”

“Well, that piece of knowledge just put the meeting in a whole new light,” Bobby said.

“Raphael told Cas he was raised by Lucifer, and that there was no God, that God had abandoned them. Maybe they are hoping that if they move forward with the Apocalypse, God will return,” Dean hypothesized.

“If they see the eggs, won’t they know that God is against the Apocalypse?” John asked.

“Yes, but we’ve all seen what the loss of something can do to people, whether it’s a loved one or their hope,” Sam said and John winced. “Losing the very thing that they believed would bring their Father back to them will have devastating results. It’s how they will handle that bone crushing disappointment that is key to humanity’s survival.”

As they all sat in silence pondering Sam’s words, there was a snap followed by a another snap from a different part of the room. Everyone looked up and saw a buffet table with a plethora of different dishes. “My mate has said previously that he needs food to fuel his brain. I think everyone could use brain food right now,” Lucifer explained.

“And I added the sweets, because every meal needs desserts,” Gabriel added in his two cents.

Everyone agreed and got a plate of food. Sam glanced at his brother and saw him feeding Lucifer small bites from his plate with his fingers. Lucifer wrapped his lips over Dean’s fingers, and Sam saw Dean shiver. The next thing he knew the plate was sent to the table as Dean and Lucifer were embroiled in a heavy make-out session, complete with fondling. Sam jumped up from the couch, and just as the scene was heading from pg-13 to X at a rapid rate, Gabriel poured a bucket of water over the mates’ heads. As Lucifer and Dean spluttered, Gabriel said, “Your family really does not need to see your sexual exploits.” Lucifer nodded and the couple disappeared.

“What? Where did they go?” John asked, stunned to see the couple just up and disappear.

“To their island to fuck like bunnies,” Castiel said in his deadpan voice.

Sam couldn’t help it, he started laughing, and the others followed. If it had a slightly hysterical edge, no one commented on it.

After they calmed down, Adam said, “So the guy currently boning my brother because he can’t keep his dick in his pants for more than five minutes is supposed to be the evil being that ends the world? How? By fucking Dean in front of everyone?”

“Your brother changed Lucifer in more ways than one. To start off, Lucifer had never even kissed anyone before Dean. He had never had any inclination to be intimate with another being, and wasn't interested in sex at all,” Gabriel said, receiving skeptical looks from the humans. “I’m telling the truth! Ask Cas!”

Everyone turned to look at Cas, who nodded his head in agreement. Gabriel continued, “Because of their bond, which was instantaneous by the way, Lucifer changed. He destroyed centuries of planning when he immolated the Croatoan virus because he wouldn’t take the chance that something he created might hurt his lover. When he learned of the putti, he knew he had to end the Apocalypse. Hell, he didn’t raise Death because he chose to help Dean with the putti’s delivery. Now, every choice he makes is to keep Dean and his babies safe. And, if Lucifer dies, so does Dean and the putti, too. So Lucifer can't sacrifice himself, he has to stop the Apocalypse from even starting.”

“And that is why all of us are here. So we can put our heads together to stop the Apocalypse and keep my brother, his mate, and the putti alive,” Sam said grimly.

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“I don't understand,” John said. “If Lucifer knew that by mating Dean, he would die if Lucifer did, why did he mate him? I mean if he loves Dean, he should have let him be a single mom so one of them would have the chance to survive along with their babies. They could have mated once they had both survived ending the Apocalypse.”

“They completed the mating steps without knowing they were doing them. Lucifer realized they were mated after the Virgin Isles incident. He pulled the scroll from heaven and realized they completed every step in order as listed on the scroll. Obviously, Dean accepted the mating, but it wasn't planned,” Gabriel explained.

“Can we see the scroll?” Sam asked.

Gabriel grimaced and said, “You can, but do you really want to know what Dean and Lucifer did? It is a sexually explicit step by step guide of their first night according to Dean.”

Sam blanched and shook his head. “Never mind. I really don't need to know that much about my brother.”

“So, wait,” Adam said. “You guys only need to have sex once and you're mated?”

Gabriel groaned, and said “I hate all of you right now,” and called the scroll to his hand. He paraphrased the steps, “First they need to french kiss, then they need to bathe together, then they need to do the deed with Dean being the bottom, then Dean has to blow Lucifer and swallow. After that, Lucifer needs to rub his semen into Dean's skin, and finally, they both need to bite each other's shoulders hard enough to break the skin and bleed to seal the bond and finish the ritual. There, are you happy now that you know basically what they did that night they hooked up?”

The humans were looking around the room not making eye contact with each other. “Yeah. No, we're good,” Adam squeaked out.

Just then Dean and Lucifer returned to the room, Dean appearing to be very relaxed. He took in the room and asked, “What happened? Why won't anyone make eye contact with each other?”

Gabriel said, “I read them the mating scroll, and now they know what you and Lucifer did, and are being awkward about it.”

“Let me see the scroll. I never actually read it before,” Dean said. He read it and whistled. “Damn. Besides the hand job and our 2nd round of sex, it nailed our first night to a T.”

“Hand job?” Sam asked then mentally kicked himself.

“Well, what else would we do when we were kissing against the motel room wall? And why else would we need to shower together?” Dean said, kind of exasperatedly.

“Wait. You were able to have sex four times in one night?” Adam asked incredulously. Dean just nodded and shrugged.

“Your oldest brother always had a very high libido,” Sam said wryly.

“Can we get back on track and discuss how we are going to stop the Apocalypse without anyone being killed,” John said not wanting to know anything else about his son's sex life. Bobby seconded that motion.

Lucifer sat on the couch and Dean straddled him and laid his head on Lucifer’s chest, yawning as he said, “We were still trying to figure out if meeting with Raphael was a good idea. Can he harm the putti? Once he knows Lucifer is the baby daddy can Mike and Raphy try to take out the putti?”

Everyone's back straightened with that question. Bobby growled, “No one better try to hurt my grandkids.”

John glared at Bobby and growled, “I dare anyone to try and hurt my grandkids.”

“You are both the grandparents, so no need to get in a pissing match,” Dean grumbled. “Well, can the angels go after the putti?”

“It is against heaven's laws to harm putti, but Lucifer is seen as heaven's enemy, so I could see Mike or Raphael making an argument for their destruction, and the rest of the host agreeing to commit the heinous crime of murdering innocent babies.” Gabriel said thoughtfully.

Castiel nodded. “Zachariah would be happy to carry out that command.”

Dean moved the putti from the end table and placed the basket between him and Lucifer with that proclamation.

“But,” Sam protested, “won't the eggs being golden stop any attacks? You said golden eggs denote them as being blessed by god. I would think that would stop even an Archangel from attempting murder.”

Bobby pointed out, “Even if they gave an order to kill on sight, wouldn't most of the host object?”

Now that the danger level was down to orange, Dean asked Cas, “Are there any angels you know that are anti-Apocalypse? That maybe could do a little propaganda on our behalf?”

Cas thought for a moment and said, “I believe Balthazar, Samandriel, and Rachel are all in the anti-Apocalypse camp.”

Dean turned to Gabriel and said, “ Start by meeting with those three, tell them everything about me and Lucifer and our putti, then we need to wait a week to let the rumor mill work before approaching Raphael. There will be discontent and confusion in the host, and with so many angels having knowledge of the golden eggs, I doubt they'd be able to pull off a hit without risking a coup. I think at that point, Raphael will be more open to meeting you to discuss possible peace negotiations.”

Gabriel nodded his agreement and said, “I will set up the meeting now.”

“Please still use your hologram to meet them. I don't trust any of those winged dicks, and I need you to stay safe,” Dean said and Gabriel nodded, touched that Dean cared.

“In the meantime, I think everyone needs to be moved to our island for two weeks. The angels and demons know about Bobby’s house, and if they make any last ditch moves, this would be the first place they'd look for us,” Dean said.

“You guys all need to go to the island, but why do I need to leave my house?” Bobby asked grumpily.

“Both the angels and demons will torture you for information then kill you,” Castiel said. “It is for your safety that we will move you, too.” Bobby grumbled but ultimately agreed to being brought to the island.

John asked, “Is your house big enough for all of us or do we need to bring tents?”

“I will make an island house for the four of you, and then a separate building that will be a library/pool hall/coffee bar for you to unwind in. We already have a pool and hot tub at our place, and that will separate the two dwellings. Then, of course, you can explore the island, too,” Lucifer said as he made the buildings materialize on the island.

“Let's add wards to the island and buildings to make sure we can't be found,” Gabriel said and Castiel nodded in agreement, saying, “Gabriel and I will go now to fortify the wards.” Both angels blipped out of the room.

Bobby walked over to the phones and said, “I will let Rufus know he has to man the phones for two weeks. I have a go bag packed, so once I'm done with this, I'm ready.”

Sam said, “Let me grab my go bag, and I'll be ready, too,” as he walked upstairs to the room he was using to grab it.

Dean looked at John and Adam and said, “We'll have clothes for you guys at the house. Do you need anything else?”

“Will laptops or tablets work on the island?” Adam asked.

“They will. There will be one on everyone's bed, as well as a TV in every room loaded with streaming apps,” Dean said.

Adam nodded and said, “I'm good then.”

Sam and Bobby entered the room with their go bags in hand. “Alright. We're ready to go,” Bobby said. Lucifer waved his hand and they were all transported to the island.

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They landed on the island, and everyone had to get their bearings. Once their feet were solidly under them, Dean pointed out, “This is your cabin. There are shorts and swim trunks in everyone's room, so please, use the pools, the hot tub, swim in the ocean, whatever you want, have at it. The building next to the cabin is the rec/library facilities. Behind me is our cabin. Dinner is a buffet, but if you don't like the food that was prepared, just go to the refrigerator or stove, think about what you want to eat, and it will appear. Ok? Ok. Now we are going to go to our cabin for the night, and we'll see you around noon tomorrow. If there is an emergency, pray to Lucifer,” and with that the mates disappeared. Bobby, Sam, John and Adam looked at each other then walked to their island cabin to check out their rooms and eat dinner.

The next morning, Dean went to the rec cabin dressed in swim shorts and a tank top. He found Sam and Adam talking at the coffee bar and Bobby investigating the library, a stack of books on the table, waiting to be read. He couldn't find John so he asked the group in general, “Has anyone seen John this morning?”

“He said something about exploring the island,” Adam said to Dean.

Dean nodded then said, “I thought you guys might want to know the easy way to the ocean, in case you want to go out there for a bonfire on the beach or to swim or surf. Does anyone want to go?”

Sam and Adam were game and went to their rooms to change, but Bobby said, “Boy, I'm not leaving this library for the whole time we are on the island. The resources and books in this library are incredible. Most of these books don't exist anymore.”

Dean replied, “Bobby, this library was created for you. When you guys leave this island, Lucifer can move this library to your property. He can either add an extension to your house or build you a separate building, whichever you prefer. Does knowing that change your mind about joining us?” Dean said, trying to coax Bobby into coming along.

Bobby picked his trucker hat off his head and rubbed his hair. “Yeah, ok,” he muttered. “Give me five minutes.”

When everyone was ready, they followed Dean to the beach. It was a short walk. They passed Dean's cabin and walked about another hundred yards and they were on the beach. They saw beach chairs and umbrella set up on the beach along with a shed with firewood leaning beside it. “This holds the beach towels, surf boards, and swim goggles,” Dean explained. “When you are done using everything, just throw it back in, and it will be cleaned and put in its spot, ready for you to use the next time. Oh, and you won't sunburn here, so you don't need to worry about sunscreen.”

Sam and Adam ran in and grabbed beach towels and swim goggles with snorkels and headed to the surf eager to snorkel and see the fish and reef. Bobby was happy to walk along the tide, picking up shells to look at them, then putting them back. Lucifer came up to his mate with the putti and said, “Gabriel and Castiel just left to talk to Balthazar, Samandriel, and Rachel. When they come back I will gather everyone together so we can all get the update.”

Dean nodded then led Lucifer to the double-wide lounge chair and he pulled Lucifer down into it, snuggling into him as he watched his loved ones frolic in the water. After an hour, he manifested a grill, and started grilling burgers and brats. He set up a buffet table with bowls of potato and pasta salads, cut up fruit, potato wedges and corn on the cob. When everything was just about ready, he yelled, “Come and get it!” and everyone dragged themselves out of the water and dried off then headed over to the table to make a plate.

Sam kept an eye on Dean and Lucifer who were eating together in their lounge chair, Dean straddling Lucifer. When Dean started hand feeding Lucifer, Sam said loudly, “I'm going to head back to the cabin, who wants to join me?”

Adam and Bobby looked up, startled at Sam's hurry to leave, then their eyes fell on the couple, and they were abandoning ship. Bobby said, “I'm going back to the library. I've taken a long enough break from my research,” as he hot footed it to the cabin.

Adam said, “I need to get out of the sun for a while. I'm gonna go watch Netflix in my room,” as he skedaddled from the beach, Sam right behind him.

The lovers didn't hear anything they said, they were so wrapped up in each other. Lucifer was wrapping his lips around his mates fingers as his mate fed him bites of food. Dean fed him a piece of cantaloupe when his restraint broke, then his lips smashed Lucifer's, their tongues fighting for dominance as they both grappled, trying to tear off the other's clothes. Lucifer snapped, and they were both naked, with Dean on top of Lucifer, his hands grasping Deans ass, spreading his globes as he manhandled Dean, and speared him, both of them moaning at the sensation.

They were so lost in each other that they didn't hear John walk up to the buffet table and grab a plate of food, nor did they hear his gasp as he turned around and saw Dean riding Lucifer with abandon, both of the lovers groaning as they drew closer and closer to their orgasms. Lucifer leaned up and bit Dean's nipple and Dean yelled as he came, Lucifer right behind him. They chastely kissed as they came down, just wanting the closeness to last. When they eventually parted, John was still watching them with a soft look on his face. Lucifer quickly dressed them with a wave of his hand and they stood up to face John. John walked up to them and said, “You two really do love each other. I'm sorry for what I said before. Welcome to the family,” and he shook Lucifer's hand, clasping Dean on the shoulder.

Dean and Lucifer exchanged a glance, then Lucifer simply said, Thank you.”

John nodded then finished making his plate and sat in a beach chair, calmly eating his lunch watching the waves lap at the shore.

Gabriel and Castiel returned late that afternoon, and Lucifer gathered everyone in the research room so everyone heard the angels' report at the same time. Gabriel began telling everyone about the meeting. “Cas and I showed up at the meeting place, and there were six angels there, not the three we were expecting. We were on edge until we realized that each angel had brought another angel along who also did not want the Apocalypse to proceed. I informed them that Lucifer had mated, and no one believed me because he was always anti-sex when he was in heaven. Even Cas backing me up didn't sway them, so I showed them my memories, and let's just say they were floored at the scenes they saw.”

“Uh, when did you see us having sex?” Dean asked, stunned that not only Gabriel had seen them but then he had shared the images.

“I didn't physically see you, but when we were having lunch in the steakhouse and you informed me Lucifer was able to use his full powers to fuck you, Lucifer was remembering your, uh, greatest hits, and I could see his memories in 3D and surround sound. I shared those images with the angels. And most likely the whole host will see those images as they get passed on from angel to angel,” Gabriel informed Dean. Dean nodded then hid his face in Lucifer's chest.

Cas picked up the story saying, “After they got over the shock of Lucifer not only mating but willingly fornicating outside of the mating ritual, I informed them of the birth of the putti, and that the putti were encased in golden shells. They were skeptical, so I shared my memories of the putti, and they were completely flabbergasted. Once the reality of the situation took hold, the angels we were meeting with started to figure out how to best disseminate this information as they knew that with the eggshells being golden, God was saying the Apocalypse should not occur. That Lucifer was, this is their words not mine, forgiven and his redemption made him able to return to heaven.”

Gabriel continued the story. “It's seems there was a faction of the angels that missed you, big bro, and they were pushing for the Apocalypse so they could see Lucifer in his glory. So the angels we met with were wanting to reach out to this faction, because if Lucifer was forgiven, there was no need for the Apocalypse. Between the angels who didn't want the Apocalypse in general and the angels who were only supporting the Apocalypse to bring Lucifer back, they figured that would be about half the host. So they were making a list of angels they knew were in one of those factions, and they were divvying it up to meet in groups of no more than six and get the word out. Then they are going to contact me when they were done, so I can make an announcement, an official announcement to all of heaven once both factions know and are prepared for the fall out.”

“Um, if everyone is seeing me get nailed, won't someone realize that Lucifer's mate is Dean Winchester, Michael's true vessel?” Dean asked hesitantly.

“Balthazar already recognized you,” Castiel revealed. “It turns out he has been looking in on you and, uh, watching your … conquests for a long time.”

“Just watching?” Lucifer asked with a steel thread lacing his voice.

Gabriel and Cas exchanged a look and Gabriel said, “He didn’t actually admit he knew Dean in the biblical sense but…”

“Balthazar is very promiscuous, and he uses both male and female vessels,” Castiel said.

“Has he been with Dean more than once?” Lucifer asked, gripping Dean tightly to himself, as if Dean would disappear and be back with Balthazar.

Both angels shrugged their shoulders as the humans shared anxious looks. “We honestly don't know, but knowing Balthazar…” Gabriel let the sentence hang.

Dean spoke into Lucifer's chest, “If I had sex with another angel, I never knew it. And once we met, I forgot every other one night stand I ever had. There was only you. I didn't know you were an angel when I fell in love with you. You were just Nick. Nick who blew my world apart in the best way.”

Lucifer loosened his grasp on Dean, and lowered his head for a kiss. They started off chaste, but it quickly built into a fire as they fought old demons that had been trudged up by the conversation. All the other occupants got up to leave the room, but they were not fast enough as Dean was suddenly naked with Lucifer impaling him, and as they ran from the room, they heard Dean's moans and Lucifer's grunts. Gabriel made a door and closed it, so the sounds were muffled, but they still carried.

“I kind of can't blame Balthazar for going back for seconds or thirds,” Gabriel said. “Dean is sex incarnate. Hell, if I had found him alone and not known who he was, we would have been stuck together in a pocket dimension for a century or two, too.”

“I don't need to hear this about my brother,” Sam groaned.

“It doesn't help that his soul is so pure that it just calls out to us, begging us to meld with it,” Cas added.

“Cas, did you-" Adam started.

“No. No matter how he answers that, I don't want to even think about that,” Sam said.

The door opened and Dean said, “Uh, we can go back to debriefing and making plans, now. Sorry about that, uh, interruption.”

“No problem. We were just learning that you are sex incarnate with a soul that calls out to angels like steak draws hounds,” Bobby said as he walked back into the library with a very flustered entourage.

“Uh, good to know, I guess,” Dean said as he walked back to Lucifer.

“So we ended on the fact that the angels know Dean is Lucifer's mate and the Michael sword,” Bobby said, trying to corral everyone back to the topic at hand.

“Right. The angels had already figured out that John and Adam are missing from their personal heavens, so they quickly put two and two together and realized Lucifer has all the vessels. They thought that was brilliant move as they had realized that with Lucifer mated to Dean, he would be unwilling to wipe out humanity. They agreed that by taking the viable true vessels, Michael would be more likely to discuss peace.” Gabriel said. “So we left with the plan of waiting for them to contact me, so I can make the official proclamation. And I was thinking everyone could help me draft it.”

“Everyone look! The putti have doubled in size!” Dean exclaimed.

“They are getting love and grace from the angels in heaven. I don't think that has ever happened before, at least not on this scale,” Gabriel said.

“They are shepherding peace for heaven. They are the hope for a new era, and the angels are reacting to that hope by funneling their love to them,” Castiel said, amazed.

“As long as they are funneling love and not lusting after Dean, we are good,” Lucifer growled, tightening his hold slightly.

“Leubheol nonci,” Dean said to Lucifer.

Lucifer smiled and replied, “leubheol nonci.”

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The next week was spent exploring the island and ocean surrounding it. Everyone gave up on not seeing Dean and Lucifer in flagrante, as they went at it constantly, and they seemed to forget other people were around. Gabriel would actively watch and yell out pointers while everyone else attempted to ignore them, sometimes succeeding.

Finally, after a week, Gabriel was summoned to a meeting place. He still used a hologram to ensure the meeting wasn't a trap, but the angels were there to let Gabriel know they were ready to have Gabriel make his announcement. They wanted Gabriel to make the proclamation the next day at noon as they had determined about ¾ of the host were on their side, and they wanted to make sure those who wanted the Apocalypse were surrounded by the angels that were against the Apocalypse, so if they started to cause trouble the pro-Apocalypse angels could be subdued. Gabriel agreed that was a good addition to their original plan, and agreed to make the announcement at noon the next day.

The group worked on the announcement into the late hours of the night. Gabriel arrived in hologram form in heaven at noon as planned and made his announcement:
God has bestowed another mated pair with golden eggshells for their putti.
Not only has he given their putti golden eggshells, but he has blessed them with a flock of three eggs.
This is an unprecedented accomplishment.

He let everyone murmur at this joyous news then he continued:

A recently mated pair was blessed with this honor.
This angel, in fact, had just met his mate when the putti were conceived.

The angels tittered at this news. Being impregnated that quickly was unheard of, and everyone was amazed at the news. Gabriel waited for it to calm down then continued:

As everyone is aware, God has decreed the couple and therefore the putti are blessed if the putti are born with golden eggshells.
As God has decreed, the putti and the mated lovers are blessed and therefore protected by God and inviolable.
The newly mated lovers are Lucifer and Dean Winchester.

Pandemonium broke out when the angels who were for the Apocalypse realized the plan to use Michael's true vessel could no longer be mobilized. There was a loud crash followed by another and another as Michael threw a fit of epic proportions. Columns were knocked down and broken in the great hall, only to magically be restored. Vases and statues were thrown and broken only to reappear back where they started, unharmed. Raphael just stood there as if made of stone while he assimilated the new information. As he came back online, he said authoritatively to Michael, “Michael, enough! Father has spoken! No, he did not come back, but he is showing us the way. Obviously the way we were going about things was incorrect, and we need to fix our mistakes. And the first one we obviously need to fix was trying to make the angels believe they were emotionless, as your tantrum proves that that is not the case. Now stop, so we can talk to the host and maybe even greet our long, lost brother.”

Michael tried to rein in his emotions, but he was beyond distraught. The plans they had made were for naught, and his father wasn't going to be coming back home. He was so tired of trying to lead the angels when he didn't have anyone to help guide him, help him make decisions for the good of the host. Michael did stop throwing things and breaking them, but he just sat down and imploded. He was howling as tears rolled down his face.

Dean and Lucifer could hear the bedlam going on in heaven, and he asked Lucifer, “If we brought Michael down here, is there a way to cage his grace so he couldn't hurt the humans on this island?’

“Yes, but Gabriel and Raphael would need to work together to entrap his grace,” Lucifer said thoughtfully.

“Tell Gabriel to do it, so we can talk everything out with Michael. He needs it, and he might find a way to tear apart heaven if he doesn't get a safe outlet for his emotions,” Dean said, and Lucifer acquiesced, informing Gabriel of his mate's plan.

It took over an hour before Michael came down with Gabriel and Raphael. Michael was in a male vessel that had the same blond hair and smile as Mary, but that was where the similarities ended. Gabriel answered the question in the Winchester's eyes. “Mary’s fourth cousin who just passed away from a heart attack at the age of 28. Unknown birth defect. Not a true vessel, but his grace can be contained in this vessel.”

Michael was still an emotional wreck, and to the surprise of everyone, Adam was the one who stepped close to Michael and said softly, “Michael, look at me. C'mon, let me see the color of your eyes,” he cajoled. Michael finally looked up at Adam after a few minutes of Adam repeating his request, and as they locked eyes, it was like the room disappeared. They were in their own little cocoon where Adam was soothing all of Michael's hurts and insecurities. For the first time, Michael felt he had someone he could lean on, and he did just that. His body moved, and he laid his head on Adam's shoulder as Adams arms wrapped around his body and rocked him back and forth, murmuring nonsense words that spoke of comfort and love.

Everyone in the room traded glances. Dean was the one who spoke up and said, “As soon as Michael is no longer falling apart, we need to be out of this room because Michael and Adam will start banging. Their connection is similar to mine and Lucifer's.”

They all moved as one to the patio around the pool, and sat at a patio table that Gabriel waved into being. “So,” John said. “Another one of my sons is going to be mated to an angel?”

“Looks like it,” Lucifer replied with a grin.

Everyone looked at Sam, and he held up his hands and said, “Nope. Not me. After Ruby I've sworn off supernatural partners for a little bit. Hell, partners in general, really. If the Apocalypse is truly over, I'm going to finish getting my law degree so I can defend people who were caught in supernatural events. And hopefully get help from my extended family to find the cases, and maybe provide the transportation, too.”

“And the funding,” Dean added.

“And fund the legal defense fund,” Sam agreed.

Raphael said, “Heaven can definitely help out with that. In fact, I think Anna would make a great assistant once you have graduated law school. I will send her to get paralegal schooling and also learn how to be a personal assistant, so she is ready to function in the manner you will need by the time you graduate.”

Bobby raised his eyebrows at the offer of help from heaven. “And what's the catch?” he asked.

Raphael looked at Bobby puzzled. “I don't understand.”

“He means, what does Sam have to do to get this help? Does he have to agree to let someone wear him to the prom? What do you want for this offer of ‘help',” John growled.

“Oh. There is no catch. Your lives have been tampered with for far too long. This is us making it up to him. Dean already has his happiness, and it appears Adam is starting his road to happily forever after, too. Sam is just starting his journey, and if we can help him attain his goals, it is the least we can do.”

Just then all the angels heard Michael give a surprised shout, followed by Adam's moan. A few moments later Adam suggested that they take a shower together. Dean laughed and said, “He's taking a page out of the Dean Winchester playbook.” When he got a quizzical glance from Sam, John, Bobby and Raphael he expanded, “Adam's doing the same things with Mikey that Lucifer and I did our first night together, making out with Michael while giving a mutual hand job then showering off together. The first two steps in mating a human. Remember?”

“I really don't want to know the ins and outs of my sons sex lives,” John groaned.

“Double for me,” Bobby seconded.

“John, do you want to stay alive or do you want to go back to heaven? You were brought back to life under duress, and if you don't want to be alive, I will take you back to your personal heaven. I will honor your decision either way,” Raphael said.

John said, “I will stay out of that prison for as long as possible,” as he shuddered at the memory of it.

“I don't understand,” Raphael said.

“Our lives sucked here on earth, so even my best memories always had a tinge of sadness or anger to them. To have to relive those moments over and over? I might as well have been in Hell,” John said.

“I think we need to rethink the design of heaven,” Raphael said. He turned to Gabriel and said, “Could you help me with the redesign? I think both of our brothers will be busy for the next millenia or two.”

Gabriel nodded. “We need to inform the host of their ability to have emotions and that they have free will.” He turned to Cas. “Do you want to help us re-teach the angels how they can use their free will? Be their mentor? Along with Balthazar, Samandriel and Rachel,” Gabriel said, thinking aloud about his plan.

Castiel nodded. “As long as I can come down and visit my friends, I would be honored.”

Gabriel nodded his agreement then said, “Well, there's no time like the present,” and the three angels disappeared from the table.

Lucifer asked, “Do you want to stay on the island for a little longer, or do you want to go back to Bobby's? Dean and I will be here for the majority of time, but we will come to visit you wherever you happen to be. Oh, and Sam you have been reinstated at Stanford with your full ride scholarship and accepted to their law school in the fall. You have an apartment waiting for you, and the rent is being paid by an anonymous donor.”

“I would love to stay here, but I have a feeling that the sexual energy will be too high for me, so I'm going to opt for the mainland. Bobby, is it okay if I stay at your house for a week or two before I head to Stanford?” Sam asked.

“You are welcome anytime, son,” Bobby answered Sam. He turned to Lucifer and said, “I need to get home. Will you expand my house to hold that library that is in our island rec house? I can do a lot of good with those materials.”

Lucifer closed his eyes then smiled. “I enlarged your study to be the library wing, and I gave you an on suite bathroom, another bedroom and full bath upstairs, plus an upstairs laundry room. We will visit you with our putti soon.”

John said, “I'm going to go with them. I need to figure out what I am going to do with my life. I think I will fix up cars for Bobby while he helps hunters while I sort it all out.”

“All identifying papers have been entered into the appropriate systems. Everything is the same, except you were born fifteen years later. If you need anything, just pray,” Lucifer said then waved his hand and everyone was gone along with all their belongings.

Dean and Lucifer started for their house as they heard Michael exclaim, “Oh. My. God! The way you surround my penis is so heavenly. And seeing my penis enter and exit your body just makes me need you more. Oh! I need to keep entering you harder and faster! Oh my heavens! These sensations! I can't get enough! I-”and then Michael let out a long gutteral moan.

Dean laughed and said, “At least you played it cool during your first time.”

“I wasn't playing it cool. My tongue was tied from all the pleasure I was feeling as your channel gripped my cock. I couldn't have said anything even if I wanted to because all of my attention was on my cock thrusting in and out of your fine ass,” Lucifer said as his mouth descended onto Dean's neck, as his hands grabbed his ass and pulled it tightly against his groin.

Dean moaned and asked, “Has any angel managed to plant their seed in their mate before the first set of putti even hatched?"

“That is a goal I can definitely get behind,” Lucifer said as he transported them to the bedroom to try to make his mate's words come true.