Hero

Title: Hero
Author: Anne Midnight Hunter
Beta: Yarinid (Thanx girl!! Love u!!) Any error was my doin’!
Rate: M/NC-17
Series: Supernatural
Pair/Characters: Dean/Castiel, Sam, Gabriel, Michael, Raphael, Bobby, Crowley, Raphael, Adam, OC
Type: Slash/TWT/Humor/Angst/Dark
Warning: It contains Angel Torture, Violence, Emo-ish Winchester hotties, Emotional Castiel, potty mouth Dean and use of pie; also, it contains slash, as in two extremely hot guys doing the nasty. Therefore, if you think you can’t handle it. Please go back and don’t read it. Thank you!!

Chapter 1: Hunters and Angels


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Sunlight illuminated the room and it spilled across his face, making the already awaken man more aware of the long hours he could had been asleep and not trying to erase the images that the nightmare produced. He gave an exhausted sigh and got up from the bed, stretching out the kinks of his back and neck. The man looked out of the window besides his bed, it was a sunny day in the small town him and his brother were staying, Dean walked to the bathroom and gazed at the bed besides his.

His little brother was sleeping soundly and sprawled in the bed, Dean gave a chuckle when he saw the drool leaking out of Sammy’s mouth. The blond pick up his phone and took a picture, just to have something to annoy him later. He put the drooling Sammy picture as his wallpaper and enters the bathroom. Sam was just too cute sometimes!

Dean closed the door and took off his clothes, turning to stare at the small mirror that resided in the room. The sleepless nights and nightmares are killing his good looks! He looked tired of living, like he has seen all the horrors and misery of the world and beyond and the sad part is that he had and still is. His nightmares were about the forty years he spend in Hell. They were taking a toll on him, physically and mentally. He was afraid to fall asleep, to see the horror he inflicted on all those souls. Shredding them to pieces and doing it again when they where put back together.

His skin was pale, dark bags surrounded his eyes. The once vibrant green that his eyes had was now a dull, muddy green. He had lost a few pounds, having no real appetite and eating only because of Sam’s worry/bitch face and Castiel’s coaxing. He smiled a bit at the thought of the angel; Castiel was the hope of the Winchesters Brothers. Not because he was a powerful angel, even thought he was losing Grace every day, bit by bit. But, it was because he never gave up hope, he never gave up faith.

Hope that Dean and Sam will continue making the right choice and not saying ‘yes’ to Lucifer and Michael.

Hope that Gabriel would join them in battle.

Hope that he would find God.

Hope that his two older brothers would make peace and not continue with the Armageddon.

Every time that those electric blue eyes gazed deep into his own, lighting the blonde’s small hope, that he has bury deep inside his heart, the hunter felt he could do anything. Dean entered the shower and turn it on, a pleasured sigh slipped out of his full lips, when the hot water began soaking him from head to toe, his thoughts dancing from Castiel, to pie and Sammy and back to Castiel and pie.

Cas eating pie, oh yeah. With those full, rosy lips his wrapped around the spoon. Mmm, maybe today I’ll make him eat some. He thought, while humming Metallica’s The Unforgiven II. Then he finished washing himself and exited the bathroom with only a towel on.

‘What I've felt, what I've known
Turn the pages, turn the stone
Behind the door, should I open it for you?

What I've felt, what I've known
Sick and tired, I stand alone
Could you be there?, 'cause I'm the one who waits for you
Or are you unforgiven too?’

Sam was sitting on the bed, looking at his brother and gave a girly (manly) shriek, when Dean’s wet towel was thrown and landed on his head; Dean’s husky laugh filled the room.

“EW! Dean! You fucking asshole!” Screamed Sam in an annoyed tone. He threw it at Dean who keep laughing and trying to put his boxers brief on, but failed every time a bark of laughter escaped him.

“Oh! Oh, Sammy! Your face! Guahahaha!” Sam scowled, bitch face on, he walked to the bathroom and slammed the door.

“You’re an asshole, Dean. It wasn’t even funny.” The brunet muffled shout came and it made the blond laugh even more. After Sam dressed and threw his wet towel to a snickering Dean, they took their things and walked to the Impala.

“So, we got a job?” Asked Dean, when Sam returned from the lobby of the crappy motel the two stayed a few nights ago. The tall brunet got in the car, behind the wheel while Dean sat on the passenger side.

“Um, yeah. In a small town in Louisiana, it’s only a day from here, if we stop to eat.” He answered, placing his ipod jack on the radio of the car, Dean eyed it weary, he hated that thing.

“Let’s buy some breakfast, Sammy!” Said the blond in a cheerful tone. The brunet knew that Dean was only saying it for his benefit, something that angered and pleased him. Sam backed the car and got out of the parking lot. Another road trip with Dean. Another job. Another day to survive.

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The sun was setting in the horizon, turning the sky to a beautiful display of yellows and reds. The hot, summer air enters into the black, muscle car through the open windows. From the passenger seat, green eyes were glaring at the radio with a heat that put the sun to shame. Kelly Clarkson’s “If I Can Have You” song came out of the speakers loudly. Then, the heated glare was turned toward the driver. The driver in question was singing along with her, taping his long, slender fingers against the steer wheel. Dean couldn’t believe the torture that his little brother, the driver in question, was making him go through! I mean, she’s very hot, and her music is catchy, but no! It wasn’t Zeppelin, or AC/DC or Sabbath. And the lyrics? Total chick song!

‘If I can't have you, then I don't want anyone
If I can't have you, then all the damage has been done
Baby, you can break these rules
If you wanna have some fun
Think of all the love that you will lose
If I can't have you’

“Dude, can you be more gay?” He asked his little brother, distaste clearly visible in his green eyes. Sam gave him a look and lowered the radio.

“Why would you say that?” He answers with a question, the brunet kept singing softly, under his breath, waiting for his older brother to keep talking. Dean gave a sigh and pointed to the ipod Pack that was responsible for the infernal music.
“Because you’re hearing’ chick’s songs and singing along with them.” The blond said with an air that clearly says ‘duh’. Sam ignored the man; they had established that whoever was driving, would put their own music. Dean had started to protest, until Castiel had put a comforting hand on his shoulder and told him that it was a fair idea. Not knowing that Sammy bribed the angel with ice cream. Cas fell in love with the mint chocolate chip ice cream from Baskin Robbins.

The blond gave up when he was attacked with twin’s puppy eyes. He groaned at the memory. Cas wasn’t getting anything out of this deal (That Dean had know of) but, knew that the angel liked to have him in the palm of his hands. He couldn’t almost resist Sammy’s brown/hazel puppy eyes and now, thanks to Sam, Castiel knew how to do his own version of the wounded puppy with those big, cobalt eyes of his and pout with his pink, full lower lip…OKAY! Enough with the thoughts of Cas’s full lips around a popsicle! Back to his mission! Annoy the fucking’ hell out of Sammy! Great, now Fall Out Boys “Dance, Dance” now graced the speakers, they are so peppy.

He grimaced and banged his head against the back of his seat; he looked out of the window. The road was darker now and the sky shone with a few stars. They were arriving to a small town in Louisiana, and his body was aching for food, beer, a bed and pie.

“Let’s head to the motel first, I wanna shower.” Said Sam and Dean nodded, in about 15 minutes they found a motel. Dean gently shoved his little brother toward the lobby. Sam gave him a confuse look. Dean gave a sigh, Sam was tired, every time he looked that lost and only had to do a simple task, he gave his brother that confuse, puppy look that meant he was exhausted beyond words.

“Get us a room. I get the bags.” He said and opened the trunk of the Impala.

“Why can’t we go together?” Asked the younger man, even thought he was already walking backwards toward the office so he could still see his brother. Dean chuckle and gave him a lecherous leer.

“Cos, every time you and I rent a room together, people think we’re fucking’.” Sam blushed, while Dean licked his lips.

“I don’t wanna disappoint ‘em by telling’ ‘em I ain’t fuckin’ my little brother.” Said Dean and started to laugh heartily at the red, hot blush and the ‘Eww! You’re so gross, Dean!’ that Sammy threw him. Ever since he found Sam reading those damn Wincest slash fanfictions a month ago, he couldn’t stop teasing him. The poor kid babble when he found him red-handed and turned so many different types of pinks and reds, that Dean couldn’t resist tease him.

He took out their bags, closed the trunk and began walking toward Sam that was waiting for him in front of the door, still blushing but only a cute, pale pink. The blond looked through the window of the lobby and saw two handsome boys watching him approach Sam. One of them ogling at his younger brother, he frowned; the guy was twice the height and girth of Sammy! Pure muscle! So, he did the smarted thing to do…He handle the brunet his bag and grabbed a hand full of Sammy’s firm ass, chuckling at the un-manly squeak he received for his actions.

“C’mon, Sammy! The shower awaits!!” Said Dean and dashed toward their room after taking the keys from Sam’s limp grip, laughing all the way, while Sam was after him angry and flustered.

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“Okay, what we got?” Asked Dean while he drained the last of his beer and gazed at Sammy. They were in a diner, neither of them in the mood to go to a bar yet. Dean wanted hot food, damnit! They had a cute, little waitress, all legs and ass. With red curls and bright hazel eyes with a dazzling smile. Sammy opened his lap top and summarizes what he had found.

“It talks about a series of disappearance of both young women and men. All of them between the ages of fifteen to eighteen.” He said, eyes focusing on the article, he looked at Dean and sighed.

“All of them goes to the same High School.” The waitress brought them their food, winked at Dean and smiled at Sam, leaving to tend other clients.

“Another fuckin’ school? Ya think it’s a ghost?” Dean asked, biting his hamburger and sipping from his chocolate shake. Sam shook his head and ate his salad.

“Well, we better look at it, Dean. And maybe it’s not a ghost. Maybe it’s a demon or a witch.” The younger man responded, sipping from his water. After eating, Dean asked the waitress if they had pie.

“Pie? Yeah, we have pie! We have cherry, pumpkin and apple!” She answered the blond in a peppy voice. The blond drooled at the mention of apple.

“Give me an apple pie.” He turned to his younger brother, an evil thought passed his mind and he gave him an evil, sexy smirk. Sammy looked at him with a glint of fear. Dean grabbed the brunet’s right hand and caressed his thumb on the soft skin. The waitress’s hazel eyes widened and she blushed.

“You want some pie, baby boy?” He asked in a husky voice, the brunet blushed and glared at him.

“No, thank you, Snuggle-Bear.” He smirked in satisfaction when Dean blushed and glared at him. He looked at the waitress and gave his ‘Samuel Winchester’s Dimples -Induce Smile’, making the poor girl blush more.

“I want some ‘vanilla’ ice cream.” She gave a stuttered response that neither man got and rushed toward the counter, her mind already coming with a few dirty things they could be doing with that ice cream.

“You’re a bastard, y’know that Sammy?” Told him Dean and the brunet gave him a smirk. “I know. I’m awesome, y’know?” At the statement, the blond laughed and Sammy gave a grin. It was good to be back into teasing-mode with his older brother. After the ‘Ruby-Thing’, as Dean named it, it had been difficult to have the same connection he had with the older man. Especially since he knew that the only other person that Dean fully trusted besides Bobby was Castiel.

After the pie and ice cream and a few more beers, the brothers walked to the Impala. Dean had send a text to Castiel informing him that when they had any lead in this case, he was going to call him, he also send him the coordination of their location and the name of the motel the brothers were staying. The brothers got in the Impala, Dean behind the wheel and Sam in the passenger seat. Dean threw the ipod at Sam, took a tape and put it on. AC/DC’s ‘Highway To Hell’ came exploding out from the boom boxes, the blond bending his head and the brunet gave an amuse laugh.

“Let’s go hunt those sons of a bitches, Sammy!” The car speeded away from the diner.

‘No stop signs, speedin' limit
Nobody's gonna slow me down
Like a wheel, gonna spin it
Nobody's gonna mess me 'round
Hey Satan! Paid my dues
Playin' in a rockin' band
Hey Mama! Look at me
I'm on my way to the promise land

I'm on the highway to hell
Highway to hell
I'm on the highway to hell
Highway to hell’

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Blue eyes reflected themselves in the mirror, a sour look marred his handsome features. His blues gazed ranked the naked body reflected on the crystal surface, distaste now obscured his eyes. He did not want this body; it was too young, too soft, too pure. He wanted the hard muscles, the resistance his intended have. He wanted his original vessel. He flipped the blond hair away from his forehead and just glared at the mirror.

The door of the room he was currently habituating opened, reveling a dark-skinned older man in the doorway. His dark gaze danced on the young, pale body of the blond, a smirk adorning his face. The blond man snorted and turned toward the mirror, glaring at it.

“What is wrong, brother? You do not like the young body? It looks appetizing.” Said the man with a dirty smirk. He walked toward the blond and let his hand slide from the pale neck to cup an equal pale ass-cheek, enjoying the contrast of his dark skin on the milky white one. He chuckle at the low moan his caress elicited from the man.

“Stop that, Raphael. I hate this body. It is too young. Too hormonal.” The man turned to Raphael, his blue eyes hard and lustful. Raphael’s dark gaze landed on the half-hard prick and smirked.

“Yes, I can see that, Michael. But, what do you want to do?” He asked while he took the member in his hand, stroking the turgid flesh in a lazy pace. Michael groaned and thrust a bit against the cold hand. Raphael continues talking.

“Dean Winchester will not say ‘yes’ to you. And our little brother is protecting him.” At those words, Michael opened his eyes; a smirk graced his face as he pressed his nude body to the dark angel’s clothed one.

“Then, we have to convince our pretty, little brother that he is on the wrong and we are on the right.” He said and closed the distance of their lips with a hard kiss. Raphael moaned and wrapped his arms around the blond, pressing him more. This time, the falling angel will be his little bitch.


T.B.C.


Anne: OMG!!! I hope that you guys liked the first chap! PLEASE! Review and all that!! Thanks for reading!