Ceteris Paribus (21b/21) *COMPLETE*
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Chapter Twenty One: The Prophet
It was kind of funny if you thought about it.
Two very different groups of people (beings, whatever) that shared a number of similarities (though they would rather bite off their big toes than admit it) were using the same method for the same goal, but for totally different reasons.
One group was trying to stop something that had already been started. The other group, which happened to have a large supply of alcohol (God bless your soul, Chuck Shirley), was trying to stop something that hasn’t even happened yet.
Dean and Chuck were making hex bags in the living room while Castiel and Sam went out to the back. The two sat on the porch and the angel carefully cut Uriel’s name (her true name, not the one spoken by the tongues of man, but the one revered and sang in the souls of all things holy and righteous) into Sam’s palms.
“With this, she will become your sword and shield,” Castiel said. “You have bled for her and when the time comes, she will bleed for you,” he explained. “Wear what has been bestowed on you not in shame because this is an old, holy covenant. Do you understand the enormity of this?”
Sam nodded and Castiel blew across his skin.
All that was left were faint, indecipherable markings that glowed a soft, almost unnoticeable red.
Thousands of miles away, Uriel almost shed her vessel to see the man that would bind himself to her in the most intimate, sacred way.
“The lights are pretty and all but turn them off, angel,” Ruby snarled through clenched teeth as she resisted the urge to flee. “And don’t you dare apologize,” she hissed.
Uriel’s mouth snapped shut and she nodded as she tied shut a hex bag.
The demon snickered quietly as the terror she felt slowly receded.
The Archangel gave her in the finger in response.
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“I’m staying here, take Castiel with you.”
Dean found himself staring at a locked door then turned to face an angel.
Chuck had fallen into an alcohol induced sleep and Dean wasn’t going to be the one to disturb him.
Sam had locked himself into the motel room and Castiel was shrugging out of his coat.
The weather didn’t bother him but the air was warm and there was little to no wind. A man walking around in coat that went passed his knees and was not sweating would be a mite suspicious.
He tied it around his waist and Dean caught a flash of black ink on pale skin. To say that he was surprised when Castiel held out his arms would be an understatement.
“No way.”
The angel had the Ten Commandments tattooed below his wrists, five on each arm, in Sanskrit. Sanskrit.
“After Alistair, Uriel wanted me to be more… protected,” Castiel said as a hand went to his neck. “She did these before our last battle together and even got the other Archangels to bless them.”
“…Isn’t that a bit much,” Dean asked as he traced a letter. “I know Alistair one upped you, but I think you get him back when you cut him up like a Thanksgiving turkey,” he said with a raised eyebrow. “You weren’t… insulted,” he asked as he tilted his head to lock eyes with Castiel.
“Uriel was very insistent and my rank is much lower than hers,” the angel said with an indifferent shrug.
Any kind of human gesture or movement from Castiel never failed to cause a smile.
“I do not find her concern… “insulting,” he continued with a slight frown. “She only acknowledged flaws in my defense.”
Dean’s only response was a skeptical look which caused Castiel to sigh.
“Let’s get pie.”
The “before I throttle you” part was implied.
Dean’s fingers entwined with his and he looked down at them in surprise.
“Hand holding is so far from blasphemy and it’s the Apocalypse,” Dean said as he rolled his eyes. “If this makes the world explode then God or whoever is running this ant farm can press the restart button. Also, I want pie,” he added as he tugged on Castiel’s hand, “and you can always find good pie so find me pie.”
Love was a very odd thing.
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It wasn’t that Uriel was feeling restless, she just couldn’t sit still.
“For fuck’s sake, sit down!”
Ruby obviously wasn’t feeling very understanding at the moment.
“I need a drink.”
“You need Ritalin.”
The two glared at each other then reached a decision.
“Don’t start anything just because you’re twitchy,” Ruby snarked as she started her car.
“I’m an Archangel, it’s not my fault that I have the urge to smite the wicked,” Uriel haughtily said as she sulked. “I smite, you eat babies, we are what we are.”
“Oh, puh-leeze,” Ruby snorted. “For your information, I haven’t had the other white meat since the Seven Years’ War!”
Surprisingly, Uriel laughed harder than she had in centuries and Ruby suddenly thought that this just might work.
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“Hi!”
Sam jumped and Zerachiel looked down at the knife buried in his chest with a frown.
“Dude.”
“Sorry! I just…”
The Archangel watched in amusement as the boy’s hands fluttered uselessly.
“That’s okay, it was just one hell of a greeting,” he chuckled.
“Sorry,” Sam repeated in embarrassment as he stood.
“War tends to make you stabby,” Zerachiel said as he pulled the knife from his chest. He quickly cleaned it then looked at Sam. “So, I heard you got a spoiler…”
“It’s not going to happen.”
Zerachiel sighed then sat down on the corner of the bed.
He didn’t really like motels, they were so impersonal.
“She wouldn’t hold it against you.”
“You’re like her brothers, right,” Sam suddenly asked.
Zerachiel nodded slowly.
“We are all brothers and sisters, but the seven of us are separated by nothing,” he said with a smile. “There is no time between our creation but we think of Uriel as out little sister… and now I see where you’re going with this,” he chuckled.
“You would destroy me,” Sam knowingly said as he paced the room,
“Every single particle of you,” Zerachiel confirmed. “I understand now.”
The boy ceased all movement. He only breathed.
“You don’t want to do this because ew,” the Archangel said with a grimace, “but you also don’t want this to happen because you know that Uriel would forgive you,” he quietly said. “You’re a better man than most, Sam Winchester,” Zerachiel said as he minutely dipped his head in respect.
Sam shook his in disbelief.
Zerachiel’s soul was now completely assured that if there was ever a human being worthy of the love of an Archangel, but furthermore, of Uriel’s love, it was this boy.
However, there was one last test of his devotion to her.
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“How you find these places,” Dean asked around a mouthful of pie.
If Becky was as pretty as well as she was a baker, he might have to get her number.
“How is irrelevant. You want pie, I find you pie,” Castiel said.
“Can you get me… a pony?”
“…Do you desire a pony?”
“You two are truly bizarre.”
Abel slid into the booth to sit by Dean and the other kid, Adam, cautiously inched into Castiel’s side.
The cherub quickly chattered about the places they had been and other angels they had seen, but what Dean kept on noticing was that kept on looking at him.
“Is there something on my face,” he asked with a raised eyebrow.
Before Adam could say anything, Castiel interrupted him.
“Abel, I know that you have been earthbound for some time, but you should know that something has happened,” the angel said.
Adam frowned but Abel gave him a look then sighed wearily.
“I was briefed by Raguel.”
Actually, what had happened was Adam woke up screaming when he found the Archangel standing over him.
“What is going to be done,” the cherub asked as his age showed in his eyes.
Dean shifted uncomfortably at the heavy atmosphere that suddenly rolled in.
“Honestly? I do not know,” Castiel confessed. “Michael just wants her to be found and then… then we wing it,” he said with a bitter smile.
Abel grinned halfheartedly but a true smile bloomed on his face when Adam gently nudged his foot under then table.
“She’s not going to make this easy,” the cherub said with a fond shake of his head.
Dean snorted quietly then went back to eating his pie.
“When has Uriel ever made anything easy,” he asked.
Castiel glared at him mildly and Abel chuckled while Adam signaled their waitress for some pie.
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“Vodka, straight up, two shot glasses, and leave the bottle,” Uriel said as she lightly slapped her hand down on the bar.
“Coming right up!”
She smiled and Ruby looked around.
The bar wasn’t a dive but it wasn’t too upscale either. If there was ever a perfect blend of comfort and class, this was possibly it.
The abstract art seemed kind of snobby, but the minimalist theme and design made it tolerable. The music wasn’t horrible and college kids seemed to be tonight’s crowd.
“When did you start slumming, angel,” she asked over the music.
“It’s not that bad,” Uriel replied as she bopped her head. “A little pretentious but they’re good people,” she said as she nodded at some passing kids.
“Long time no see, Elle!”
“Work is killer,” the Archangel chuckled.
“We gonna do some shots tonight,” the freckled girl asked with a smile. Her dark hair was piled on top of her head and her poofy, electric blue dress swished around as she bounced.
“…Is the Pope Catholic,” Uriel mockingly asked as easily lifted her up then spun her around.
The girl laughed wildly then kissed her on the cheek and was lost in the crowd after she set her down.
“…What the hell was that?”
Uriel took a shot then raised an eyebrow.
“I mingle.”
“That’s not mingling! That’s… that’s being a friend,” Ruby quietly hissed as she looked around. “Does Daddy know what you do when He has His back turned or are you actually insane,” she incredulously asked.
The Archangel only grinned mischievously then passed the demon a shot glass.
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Everything had happened so fast.
Sam was falling asleep when Lilith tried to crawl into his pants and he was suddenly never so awake in his life.
The little girl was gone and a tall, pale, blonde haired, brown eyed woman took her place. The black, tight clothing was not as appealing as Lilith thought it was
He shoved her away and any skin that came in contact with his hands sizzled, but she was far from deterred.
“Not happy to see me, Sam,” Lilith asked with a pout. “I'm so happy to see you that I could just burst.”
Demons: making horrible pick up lines since forever!
“Don’t touch me,” Sam snarled as he backed away from her.
She slithered toward him like a snake and he found himself cornered.
“Oh, I’m going to do more than touch you,” Lilith said with a smirk. “You see, Sammy, you and I are going to share something special. I want to give you something and you’re going to take or I’m going to have to make you take it… Trust me, you don’t want me to do that,” she purred. “That tends to be messy,” she said as she waved her hand vaguely.
If he could just get to the knife then…
“What knife? This one?”
It flashed into Lilith’s hands and she threw it into the wall.
“I hear you’re not using your powers anymore…”
Sam choked and struggled as he found himself pinned to the bed.
“I’m going to fix that for you,” Lilith promised as she straddled his waist, “and then me and you are going to have so much fun-”
The door slammed open and Lilith turned around to snarl.
Chuck never wished to be anywhere else more in his life, but this was for true love.
“I am the Prophet-”
A bright light exploded into the room and when it cleared, Uriel was standing in the middle of the room. Her eyes glowed with more heat than the sun and she looked ready to do some expert level smiting.
She took one step forward and Lilith was grabbed by her hair and thrown into the wall so hard that the windows shattered.
Dean may or may not have cheered and Chuck was not hoping for some kind of girl on girl, angel on demon cat fight.
“Unfortunately, you are allowed ten seconds before I destroy you,” Uriel flatly said. "But since I don’t like you,” she drawled. “Four, three, two-”
Lilith was gone like a bat out of Hell, no pun intended.
Uriel sneered then gently pushed Dean and Chuck out of the room and locked the door behind her.
“…That’s Uriel.”
“That’s Uriel,” Dean said with a nod and a grin.
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The first thing she did was strip down him down then bathe the scent of Lilith off of him.
“You don’t to-”
Uriel splashed Sam in the face and allowed herself to smile as he sputtered indignantly.
“Fine,” he reluctantly said.
The tub was filled with warm water and oils and spices that Sam knew wouldn’t be found anywhere on earth. Uriel was carefully perched on the side to avoid getting wet.
“Thank you.”
She paused then frowned.
“I am the only one that will ever touch you that way and I am also the guardian of that prophet,” Uriel explained as she gently scrubbed at his face with a soft sponge.
She tipped his head back and Sam looked up at her.
“I made a promise, did I not,” she asked as she flicked his nose. “And you,” Uriel said as she took his hands, “you now have my name carved not only into your flesh, but your soul. You are within me and I am within you. How you managed to get us married and not even know, I will not ask,” Uriel chuckled as she lovingly nuzzled each hand. “Things are about to happen and you should know that I love you.”
“I love you too,” Sam quietly said. “I wish you could stay…”
“Me too,” she unhappily sighed, “but I have work to do and so do you.”
Sam raised an eyebrow and Uriel snorted in disbelief then lightly hit his shoulder.
“Hunting things, saving people, the family business, and,” she said with a smirk as Sam shook with laughter , “making Lilith wish she never squirmed out of the bowels of Hell. Make me proud, tiger,” Uriel added with a loud, smacking kiss to Sam’s lips.
He may have woken up alone the next morning, but Sam woke up with a smile that was echoed on his brother’s face.
“We’ve got work to do, Sammy!”
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Chapter Twenty One: The Prophet
It was kind of funny if you thought about it.
Two very different groups of people (beings, whatever) that shared a number of similarities (though they would rather bite off their big toes than admit it) were using the same method for the same goal, but for totally different reasons.
One group was trying to stop something that had already been started. The other group, which happened to have a large supply of alcohol (God bless your soul, Chuck Shirley), was trying to stop something that hasn’t even happened yet.
Dean and Chuck were making hex bags in the living room while Castiel and Sam went out to the back. The two sat on the porch and the angel carefully cut Uriel’s name (her true name, not the one spoken by the tongues of man, but the one revered and sang in the souls of all things holy and righteous) into Sam’s palms.
“With this, she will become your sword and shield,” Castiel said. “You have bled for her and when the time comes, she will bleed for you,” he explained. “Wear what has been bestowed on you not in shame because this is an old, holy covenant. Do you understand the enormity of this?”
Sam nodded and Castiel blew across his skin.
All that was left were faint, indecipherable markings that glowed a soft, almost unnoticeable red.
Thousands of miles away, Uriel almost shed her vessel to see the man that would bind himself to her in the most intimate, sacred way.
“The lights are pretty and all but turn them off, angel,” Ruby snarled through clenched teeth as she resisted the urge to flee. “And don’t you dare apologize,” she hissed.
Uriel’s mouth snapped shut and she nodded as she tied shut a hex bag.
The demon snickered quietly as the terror she felt slowly receded.
The Archangel gave her in the finger in response.
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“I’m staying here, take Castiel with you.”
Dean found himself staring at a locked door then turned to face an angel.
Chuck had fallen into an alcohol induced sleep and Dean wasn’t going to be the one to disturb him.
Sam had locked himself into the motel room and Castiel was shrugging out of his coat.
The weather didn’t bother him but the air was warm and there was little to no wind. A man walking around in coat that went passed his knees and was not sweating would be a mite suspicious.
He tied it around his waist and Dean caught a flash of black ink on pale skin. To say that he was surprised when Castiel held out his arms would be an understatement.
“No way.”
The angel had the Ten Commandments tattooed below his wrists, five on each arm, in Sanskrit. Sanskrit.
“After Alistair, Uriel wanted me to be more… protected,” Castiel said as a hand went to his neck. “She did these before our last battle together and even got the other Archangels to bless them.”
“…Isn’t that a bit much,” Dean asked as he traced a letter. “I know Alistair one upped you, but I think you get him back when you cut him up like a Thanksgiving turkey,” he said with a raised eyebrow. “You weren’t… insulted,” he asked as he tilted his head to lock eyes with Castiel.
“Uriel was very insistent and my rank is much lower than hers,” the angel said with an indifferent shrug.
Any kind of human gesture or movement from Castiel never failed to cause a smile.
“I do not find her concern… “insulting,” he continued with a slight frown. “She only acknowledged flaws in my defense.”
Dean’s only response was a skeptical look which caused Castiel to sigh.
“Let’s get pie.”
The “before I throttle you” part was implied.
Dean’s fingers entwined with his and he looked down at them in surprise.
“Hand holding is so far from blasphemy and it’s the Apocalypse,” Dean said as he rolled his eyes. “If this makes the world explode then God or whoever is running this ant farm can press the restart button. Also, I want pie,” he added as he tugged on Castiel’s hand, “and you can always find good pie so find me pie.”
Love was a very odd thing.
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It wasn’t that Uriel was feeling restless, she just couldn’t sit still.
“For fuck’s sake, sit down!”
Ruby obviously wasn’t feeling very understanding at the moment.
“I need a drink.”
“You need Ritalin.”
The two glared at each other then reached a decision.
“Don’t start anything just because you’re twitchy,” Ruby snarked as she started her car.
“I’m an Archangel, it’s not my fault that I have the urge to smite the wicked,” Uriel haughtily said as she sulked. “I smite, you eat babies, we are what we are.”
“Oh, puh-leeze,” Ruby snorted. “For your information, I haven’t had the other white meat since the Seven Years’ War!”
Surprisingly, Uriel laughed harder than she had in centuries and Ruby suddenly thought that this just might work.
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“Hi!”
Sam jumped and Zerachiel looked down at the knife buried in his chest with a frown.
“Dude.”
“Sorry! I just…”
The Archangel watched in amusement as the boy’s hands fluttered uselessly.
“That’s okay, it was just one hell of a greeting,” he chuckled.
“Sorry,” Sam repeated in embarrassment as he stood.
“War tends to make you stabby,” Zerachiel said as he pulled the knife from his chest. He quickly cleaned it then looked at Sam. “So, I heard you got a spoiler…”
“It’s not going to happen.”
Zerachiel sighed then sat down on the corner of the bed.
He didn’t really like motels, they were so impersonal.
“She wouldn’t hold it against you.”
“You’re like her brothers, right,” Sam suddenly asked.
Zerachiel nodded slowly.
“We are all brothers and sisters, but the seven of us are separated by nothing,” he said with a smile. “There is no time between our creation but we think of Uriel as out little sister… and now I see where you’re going with this,” he chuckled.
“You would destroy me,” Sam knowingly said as he paced the room,
“Every single particle of you,” Zerachiel confirmed. “I understand now.”
The boy ceased all movement. He only breathed.
“You don’t want to do this because ew,” the Archangel said with a grimace, “but you also don’t want this to happen because you know that Uriel would forgive you,” he quietly said. “You’re a better man than most, Sam Winchester,” Zerachiel said as he minutely dipped his head in respect.
Sam shook his in disbelief.
Zerachiel’s soul was now completely assured that if there was ever a human being worthy of the love of an Archangel, but furthermore, of Uriel’s love, it was this boy.
However, there was one last test of his devotion to her.
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“How you find these places,” Dean asked around a mouthful of pie.
If Becky was as pretty as well as she was a baker, he might have to get her number.
“How is irrelevant. You want pie, I find you pie,” Castiel said.
“Can you get me… a pony?”
“…Do you desire a pony?”
“You two are truly bizarre.”
Abel slid into the booth to sit by Dean and the other kid, Adam, cautiously inched into Castiel’s side.
The cherub quickly chattered about the places they had been and other angels they had seen, but what Dean kept on noticing was that kept on looking at him.
“Is there something on my face,” he asked with a raised eyebrow.
Before Adam could say anything, Castiel interrupted him.
“Abel, I know that you have been earthbound for some time, but you should know that something has happened,” the angel said.
Adam frowned but Abel gave him a look then sighed wearily.
“I was briefed by Raguel.”
Actually, what had happened was Adam woke up screaming when he found the Archangel standing over him.
“What is going to be done,” the cherub asked as his age showed in his eyes.
Dean shifted uncomfortably at the heavy atmosphere that suddenly rolled in.
“Honestly? I do not know,” Castiel confessed. “Michael just wants her to be found and then… then we wing it,” he said with a bitter smile.
Abel grinned halfheartedly but a true smile bloomed on his face when Adam gently nudged his foot under then table.
“She’s not going to make this easy,” the cherub said with a fond shake of his head.
Dean snorted quietly then went back to eating his pie.
“When has Uriel ever made anything easy,” he asked.
Castiel glared at him mildly and Abel chuckled while Adam signaled their waitress for some pie.
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“Vodka, straight up, two shot glasses, and leave the bottle,” Uriel said as she lightly slapped her hand down on the bar.
“Coming right up!”
She smiled and Ruby looked around.
The bar wasn’t a dive but it wasn’t too upscale either. If there was ever a perfect blend of comfort and class, this was possibly it.
The abstract art seemed kind of snobby, but the minimalist theme and design made it tolerable. The music wasn’t horrible and college kids seemed to be tonight’s crowd.
“When did you start slumming, angel,” she asked over the music.
“It’s not that bad,” Uriel replied as she bopped her head. “A little pretentious but they’re good people,” she said as she nodded at some passing kids.
“Long time no see, Elle!”
“Work is killer,” the Archangel chuckled.
“We gonna do some shots tonight,” the freckled girl asked with a smile. Her dark hair was piled on top of her head and her poofy, electric blue dress swished around as she bounced.
“…Is the Pope Catholic,” Uriel mockingly asked as easily lifted her up then spun her around.
The girl laughed wildly then kissed her on the cheek and was lost in the crowd after she set her down.
“…What the hell was that?”
Uriel took a shot then raised an eyebrow.
“I mingle.”
“That’s not mingling! That’s… that’s being a friend,” Ruby quietly hissed as she looked around. “Does Daddy know what you do when He has His back turned or are you actually insane,” she incredulously asked.
The Archangel only grinned mischievously then passed the demon a shot glass.
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Everything had happened so fast.
Sam was falling asleep when Lilith tried to crawl into his pants and he was suddenly never so awake in his life.
The little girl was gone and a tall, pale, blonde haired, brown eyed woman took her place. The black, tight clothing was not as appealing as Lilith thought it was
He shoved her away and any skin that came in contact with his hands sizzled, but she was far from deterred.
“Not happy to see me, Sam,” Lilith asked with a pout. “I'm so happy to see you that I could just burst.”
Demons: making horrible pick up lines since forever!
“Don’t touch me,” Sam snarled as he backed away from her.
She slithered toward him like a snake and he found himself cornered.
“Oh, I’m going to do more than touch you,” Lilith said with a smirk. “You see, Sammy, you and I are going to share something special. I want to give you something and you’re going to take or I’m going to have to make you take it… Trust me, you don’t want me to do that,” she purred. “That tends to be messy,” she said as she waved her hand vaguely.
If he could just get to the knife then…
“What knife? This one?”
It flashed into Lilith’s hands and she threw it into the wall.
“I hear you’re not using your powers anymore…”
Sam choked and struggled as he found himself pinned to the bed.
“I’m going to fix that for you,” Lilith promised as she straddled his waist, “and then me and you are going to have so much fun-”
The door slammed open and Lilith turned around to snarl.
Chuck never wished to be anywhere else more in his life, but this was for true love.
“I am the Prophet-”
A bright light exploded into the room and when it cleared, Uriel was standing in the middle of the room. Her eyes glowed with more heat than the sun and she looked ready to do some expert level smiting.
She took one step forward and Lilith was grabbed by her hair and thrown into the wall so hard that the windows shattered.
Dean may or may not have cheered and Chuck was not hoping for some kind of girl on girl, angel on demon cat fight.
“Unfortunately, you are allowed ten seconds before I destroy you,” Uriel flatly said. "But since I don’t like you,” she drawled. “Four, three, two-”
Lilith was gone like a bat out of Hell, no pun intended.
Uriel sneered then gently pushed Dean and Chuck out of the room and locked the door behind her.
“…That’s Uriel.”
“That’s Uriel,” Dean said with a nod and a grin.
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The first thing she did was strip down him down then bathe the scent of Lilith off of him.
“You don’t to-”
Uriel splashed Sam in the face and allowed herself to smile as he sputtered indignantly.
“Fine,” he reluctantly said.
The tub was filled with warm water and oils and spices that Sam knew wouldn’t be found anywhere on earth. Uriel was carefully perched on the side to avoid getting wet.
“Thank you.”
She paused then frowned.
“I am the only one that will ever touch you that way and I am also the guardian of that prophet,” Uriel explained as she gently scrubbed at his face with a soft sponge.
She tipped his head back and Sam looked up at her.
“I made a promise, did I not,” she asked as she flicked his nose. “And you,” Uriel said as she took his hands, “you now have my name carved not only into your flesh, but your soul. You are within me and I am within you. How you managed to get us married and not even know, I will not ask,” Uriel chuckled as she lovingly nuzzled each hand. “Things are about to happen and you should know that I love you.”
“I love you too,” Sam quietly said. “I wish you could stay…”
“Me too,” she unhappily sighed, “but I have work to do and so do you.”
Sam raised an eyebrow and Uriel snorted in disbelief then lightly hit his shoulder.
“Hunting things, saving people, the family business, and,” she said with a smirk as Sam shook with laughter , “making Lilith wish she never squirmed out of the bowels of Hell. Make me proud, tiger,” Uriel added with a loud, smacking kiss to Sam’s lips.
He may have woken up alone the next morning, but Sam woke up with a smile that was echoed on his brother’s face.
“We’ve got work to do, Sammy!”
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