Named {PART NINE, b}

[mclachland]

It's still dark when he jerks awake, surprised and really disorientated, not quite sure where the hell he is until he sees his jeans hanging on a giant crucifix on the wall. Oh, right. Michelle's room, in Sariel's dorm. Fuck, he's in a college. He's also incredibly warm, soft from sleep, but he doesn't think that's part of the college package.

Castiel shifts against him and pulls him closer, tucking Dean's head under his chin, churning out heat like a furnace. The feel of Castiel's body against his is enough to make his eyelids droop, to make the world fade out again. He's fucking tired, but he's comfortable and… Jesus, this must be what happy feels like.

"You said we had time," Castiel murmurs with a hum. "Relax."

If an orgasm is all it takes for Castiel to chill out, he needs to have them more often. Dean is more than willing to help.

He grins into the skin of Castiel's throat, then presses his lips there, his cock stirring with interest. Almost surreptitiously, Castiel slips a thigh between his, bringing his half-hard dick up against Dean's, and that's even better. They're wrapped together so tightly that Dean isn't sure where either of them begin or end, or if they somehow came together during the night. Besides the obvious.

Dean pushes himself onto an elbow, because he wants to see. Castiel tilts his head slightly and gazes up at him, eyes wide and clear, soft as they look at him like he's something precious, worth all the bullshit Castiel's been through on his behalf.

He swallows around the sudden lump in his throat and lowers his head, presses his lips to each of Castiel's eyelids, to the swell of his cheek, to the side of his nose. It's girly and entirely too sappy, and come morning he'll kick his own ass for it, but right now, it's exactly what he wants to be doing. Castiel doesn't seem to mind, either, boneless beneath him with an honest-to-fuck smile on his face.

Dean's heart thuds painfully. "You ever going to tell me your story?"

Slowly, Castiel's eyes slide open and fixate on him in that creepy, endearing way. Dean reaches out and traces Castiel's bottom lip with his thumb, the flesh soft and begging to be sucked on, but he refrains because he has willpower.

"My story?" Castiel asks quietly against Dean's thumb, tongue darting out to taste the callous, and Dean hisses in surprise, hips thrusting against Castiel's. That… was surprisingly hot. "You mean my origin."

"No, the story of Christmas. Yeah, your origin."

Castiel opens his mouth and Dean's about to shove his tongue in it when his phone buzzes from his pocket.

Dean practically breaks his ass falling out of the bed and he limps over to where the crucifix is, shucking his pants from Jesus's hold. His phone lights up through the fabric of his pocket. He takes it out and glances at the screen. Damn it, Sam. Worst timing ever.

He flips his phone open.

You were right. It's a fake.

There's a loud crash out in the suite, and Dean's on his feet before the screaming starts, Castiel already whipping the door open and storming into the living room. Dean skids to a stop, his bare feet squeaking against the linoleum.

Well, this is a bit of a fucking mess.

Rose gasps against the arm wrapped around her throat, holding her back against a woman in a three-piece suit. It's an angel. In her hand, right by Rose's head, is a sword. It's not overly large and could probably be called a dagger, but it glints dangerously in the light from the kitchen. There are three more people in suits, all holding their swords, one standing over an unconscious Becks. Her hands are sliced up, cut into, and it's probably due to the smashed electronic thing by her head. It takes Dean a minute to realize what it is.

"You were actually recording us?!"

Rose burbles a reply.

"You're trespassing. And Karoz, you'd better have a really fucking good reason for strangling my roommate, because I'm about two seconds from shoving that blade up your ass," Sara says loudly, stepping into the room. Her blonde hair looks even lighter, almost white, and her overly-large sports jersey makes her look like the world's biggest five-year old, but the rage on her face speaks of a power that Dean can't even imagine. The bitch is going to kill someone, that's for certain. He feels incredibly awkward, standing in the presence of a bunch of angels in his come-stained underwear. "Veguaniel, Oumriel, you two can start explaining whenever you're ready."

A movement to his right draws Dean's attention to Mora, who's hiding in the shadows. She presses a finger to her lips and he looks away, hoping no one saw him looking at her. If she needs the element of surprise, then she'll have it.

"Perhaps you ought to talk to me."

Red flashes in the dark like a road flare being lit and a head lifts, a face that Dean knows well emerging from the shadows. Castiel stiffens next to him, taut as a bowstring, mouth pinched in a fascinating mix of hate and displeasure. It's hot. And if he keeps thinking that every little thing Castiel does is sexy, things are going to get awkward, and he'll probably get his ass killed.

"Hello, Anna," Castiel says. It sounds like I am going to rip off your face and eat it.

"Anael," Sara sneers a moment later, lip curled in disdain. "And how is my favorite sister?"

Anna tilts her head, a waterfall of red flowing over her shoulder. Dean can't believe he slept with her; she's making his skin crawl.

"I'm your favorite? I thought Nafriel was your favorite."

"She is. How is she?"

He holds up his hands, placating. "Okay, let's all calm down for a second. Anna, what's up? We have an issue here?"

Sara's head whips around. "Are you serious? I'd say we have a pretty big fucking issue here! They're strangling my roommates."

Taking a slow step forward, ignoring the unhappy twist to Castiel's mouth, Dean smiles pleadingly at Anna. "Can't argue with her there, Anna. How about you let them go? They've got nothing to do with this… whatever this is."

They've history between them. He was inside her, for fuck's sake. It's got to count for something.

Anna doesn't react for a second, just stares at Sara with wide eyes and a funny little smile. It's an expression that Dean can't classify, but it scares the shit out of him. Finally, she blinks and jerks her head toward the chick holding Rose in a chokehold. The angel uncoils her arm from Rose's neck, and Rose drops to the floor, coughing and dragging in painful gulps of air.

"I'd forgotten," Anna murmurs, tilting her head and gazing down at Rose like an ill-favored pet. "Humans are so fragile."

Or maybe it's not going to count for anything.

"You'd know," Dean spits. This always happens. When is he going to learn? God, in the Impala, no less. As soon as they get back to Bobby's, he's steam-cleaning the entire interior. "Or you did, before you went back to Bible camp."

She smiles, eyes flickering over his half-naked form. "I went back? I was forced back. Why don't you ask Castiel all about it? I'm sure he can explain it to you better than I ever could."

Dean glances at Castiel, but there's nothing to be gleaned from the face he'd kissed just minutes ago. Castiel's become stone. Really angry stone.

"I was acting under orders," Castiel says, low and rough, like a cobra opening up its hood.

"So am I." Anna lifts her chin and gazes down her nose at them. "And my orders are to eliminate all of you."

Sara scoffs. "On what grounds?"

"Treason." There's a blade in Anna's hand now, which is so awesome. Not. "For aiding Lucifer in his escape from Hell and acting as accomplices in his bid for the Throne. I have been given strict instructions to terminate you… completely. And I will go through with it." She glances at Castiel, who sucks in a surprised breath at the dig.

Dean steps forward, the muscles in his hand locked up so tightly that he has to make a fist just to relieve the pressure. He'd clock her right in the face if it wouldn't break his hand, and he's not about to give her the satisfaction. "You really think we'd side with the Devil? Open your eyes, Anna: there is no Devil. Lucifer never got out of his cage. Your orders are a crock and you know it."

She turns to look at him, eyes soft with sympathy. "I'm sorry it came to this, Dean."

Dean snorts and resists the urge to spit on her. This isn't the Anna he knew; this is Anael, scrubbed of all humanity and redressed in Heaven's finest brainwashing. Something really is fractured upstairs, if even Anna can look him in the eye and say with one-hundred percent certainty that he's Lucifer's ass monkey.

Well, fuck her. She was a lousy lay.

"You know what, Anael? You can take your sorrys and shove them up your ass."

Anna blinks, because apparently slaughtering them all is no big deal, and he opens his mouth to say something about that, but the way Sara's head tilts just so stops him. Is she trying to signal him?

Suddenly, Mora launches herself from the shadows with a shout, slamming into Anna before she can even turn around to see what all the commotion is about. Her red hair flies wildly around as she flips over the back of the couch and lands on the coffee table, which collapses under her weight. Any minute now that Alex kid is going to come pounding on the door to make sure Sara isn't being raped.

Mora rolls her shoulders as Anna climbs to her feet, kicking one of the table legs away from her.

"Becks! Now!" Sara shouts, lunging for Castiel. She grabs his wrist and they both disappear.

Apparently Becks isn't as unconscious as Dean'd been led to believe, because she jumps to her feet, rips the painting down, and slams her bloody palm into the center of the -- oh man, it's that sigil from the Green Room. It's painted on the wall.

Anna screams as light envelopes her and her lackeys, bamfing their sorry asses to the end of the universe.

When the light clears and everyone takes their respective hands and arms away from their eyes, Becks rushes to help Rose to her feet, murmuring over the bruise that's purpling Rose's neck.

Castiel, back in the room, stares at the sigil on the wall. "You were expecting them?"

"No," Sara says, a little flustered, lips flattening in displeasure. "But I haven't been liked in Heaven since I decided to stick around here, so it was only a matter of time before someone showed up. Didn't expect it to be Anael, though." She frowns at Dean, of course. "Sounds like you two had some history."

A muscle twitches in his throat. "Yeah, kinda."

"Not surprised. Anael always had a habit of finding someone who was… already attached to someone else, and then stealing them away." Something dark and ugly creeps into Sariel's face, and Dean swallows nervously at the sheer rage there.

"She was human --"

"She's been human. Many times." She cocks an eyebrow. "Time has no meaning for an angel. No offense, but you were just one name on a long list."

Wow. That's… ow.

Castiel says nothing, and Dean doesn't expect him to. What can you really say when you're a robot-angel with a sister who slept with your new squeeze because she's a giant whore? There really isn't much.

From the living room, Becks shrieks, "I can't even believed the blood thing worked!" She's holding onto Rose's hand, like letting go of it will bring Anael and her crew back. "I mean, when you told me about angels and demons -- yeah, okay, I thought you were being psychotic and paranoid. I am so sorry I didn't believe you, Sara. Oh my god, you're seriously an angel. I've been rooming with an angel."

Becks is trembling hard, eyes wide and palms still bleeding, her voice cracking on every other word. She's going into shock. Dean's seen plenty of people -- innocent people having never believed in the supernatural only to have it shoved in their faces -- adopt that wide-eyed, horror-stricken expression as reality resets for them.

Rose just cocks her head at Dean and croaks, "So… you're pretty naked."

Mora calmly brings them water in Mickey Mouse coffee mugs, which Rose accepts with a small noise. Becks has to hold the mug with both hands.

"Anael won't be gone long," Castiel says, low and urgent. His hand accidentally brushes against Dean's, and Dean can't suppress the shiver that travels up his spine at the touch. Castiel flashes heated blue eyes at him before pulling down the I'm-An-Angel-I-Don't-Understand-Your-Peculiar-Human-Bodily-Reactions mask. An angel of God really shouldn't look that smug.

"Is there somewhere you can go?" Sara asks, all business.

Dean nods. "Yeah, we're covered."

"Okay," she says, eyes hard and shoulders back. She looks every bit the holy warrior she stopped being in favor of assuming the identity of a bitchy, vegan college student. All that's missing is a gold-plated chest plate and a sword. "Girls? You're going with Dean and Cas to a safe place. You can't stay here."

Rose stops rubbing her throat and says hoarsely, "We can go to my aunt's. She lives twenty minutes away."

Castiel shakes his head. "To them, you are guilty by associating with us, and they will come for you. You will be safe where we are going."

"Mora," Sara calls, and Mora snaps to attention. "Keep an eye on them."

Mora adopts a pained face, almost resigned, like she wants to argue but knows it's a lost cause. It's almost as if this isn't the first time Sara's asked Mora to do something she doesn't want to but will anyway. It's in the lines of frustration, affection, and acceptance on her young face.

Then it hits him. Sara and Mora might be more than just roommates, which is pretty hot. Sara probably throws Mora down, spreads her open, and goes at it until Mora's screaming brings Alex to their door, asking them to keep it down and whether or not Sara wants to go out to a coffee shop on Friday. To which she will reply, lips shiny and wet with something that isn't spit, that she's busy.

Okay, that's fucking hot.

He turns his head and meets Sara's death glare head-on, grinning cheekily, because how can she not enjoy that image? Seriously.

Her lips twist, and she's definitely holding back a smirk. Score.

She turns to Mora and smiles at her, reaching out to brush the tips of her fingers against Mora's jaw. "Hey. It'll be fine. But you might want to call your fam and let them in on it."

Mora snorts. "Like they'll fight."

"Yeah, never mind." Sara glances at Dean. "I trust you'll take care of all of them. Preferably while wearing pants."

Because they're not just her girlfriend and roommates. They're not just her friends. They're her family, and he gets it. How could he not?

"Yeah, of course. What are you gonna do?"

She looks away from him and pads over to lay a thin hand on Castiel's shoulder, gripping it tightly and nodding at his hard stare. She withdraws her hand and turns, smiling widely at all of them, which wars with the dark promise in her eyes.

"What should have been done a long time ago. I'm gonna find Raguel."

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Comments

[elvisglasses5.livejournal.com]

Oh, this fic. It makes me giggle and sigh and swoon and BE VERY VERY LATE FOR WORK. (Which is ok b/c it's summer and I work at a school so no one cares anyway...)

Also, I just had to check the master post and make sure I wasn't nearing the end yet... And looks like 7 parts to go. \O/ Your Dean is my favorite ever. I want to keep him - especially if he comes as a set with a half naked angel and matching come-stained boxers. Heh.

[laura-trekkie.livejournal.com]

See!? See!?!!! ^ evil mastermind plan of making everyone late for work! I knew it!

Excellent chapter. I loved the quiet before the storm; Cas and Dean just laying all snuggled up and sappy :). Trust Sam to have the worst timing ever! I want to hear Cas' story! Although, at least it meant they were both already awake for Anna's appearance.

That was unexpected, but nice to see Sara's roommates all briefed on what to do if random angels show up to attack you! Take that Anna! It's looking more like Dean's theory is right with every passing moment. Will Sara be able to find Raguel?

Laura.

[cotymundi.livejournal.com]

I love how organised Sara is with her sigils and getting her girls to overpower Anna. Can't really blame the girls for eavesdropping on Cas & Dean; filthy, but they are red-blooded sex fiends, just like all college girls of that age. (I never went to college, can't you tell). The conspiracies are starting to unfold and it is getting very exciting, I'm wondering what Sam has discovered, obviously not long to wait because I guess that's where they've all gone! Stuff to do, I must hurry with it so I can get back to the story.

[wicked-liz.livejournal.com]

"What can you really say when you're a robot-angel with a sister who slept with your new squeeze because she's a giant whore? There really isn't much."

I lol'd so hard and it's after 4am.

[quenderra.livejournal.com]

Rose just cocks her head at Dean and croaks, "So… you're pretty naked."

That would SO be me! LOL :D

I really do need to be doing some writing of my own, but I keep coming back - this is just too addicting.

[destielfan06.livejournal.com]

Cute Little Snuggle Scene and Then Bam Badass Banishing Scene .
Also Thanks For the Visual.
I'm Literally Picturing Dean and Cass Standing There In their Cum Stained Underwear.
I needed that.
This Fic I love it oh so Much<3

[mimi-sardinia.livejournal.com]

Yep. Still suspicious of Becks' surname.