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Upon This Altar: Chapter 7

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Upon This Altar Rating: M | Warnings: Graphic Violence | Pairings: Sam/Lucifer, Dean/Cas, Crowley/Bella, Ruby/Meg, Jo/Michael

Fic Summary: It takes two angels on a snowy night to bring hunters Luke and Castiel Milton together again for the first time in decades - well, two angels and a looming apocalypse. As their brother Michael hurries to open the Seven Seals that separate humanity from it’s final judgement, the hunters and their angels have to struggle against heaven, hell, and all the morals in between to try and save the world and the all the mortals who have unwillingly filled it. That is, if in the end, it really is worth saving.

This Chapter: pie for breakfast, dimensional slides, bad habits

They get eighty miles, thirty towns, and two hours away before finally coming to a stop. The minivan and truck wait outside a trucker’s diner, squished in between Minnesota snowbanks, the wide parking lot and assembled herd of tractor-trailers making the aluminum-sided capsule look even smaller than it is.

Luke leans heavily over his coffee, sipping deep even though it’s still too hot. Castiel’s staring reverently down into his own, hair still ridiculous from his winter hat. Dean’s flipping through his menu with an amused grin. Sam’s sitting still. He has been since they got there.

"Well," Luke says. "That went about as well as I expected."

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LITTLE BIRDS | CHAPTER 17: HAMMER OF THE GODS | Sam x Lucifer 

Sam finds out that when angels are at their weakest, they become little birds.

There is an old, familiar hell bubbling inside of Dean Winchester. There is Alastair’s voice purring in his ear, reminding him of a time he picked up that blade and carved his strength into screaming souls.

It sits in his throat like burning coals, sizzling and burning away in his gullet until he can taste the smoke of his fury. Dean storms his way outside of the bunker out of self-preservation, the air cool against his heated cheeks, drinking the air in with greedy gulps. He can still taste the smoke. The Mark of Cain throbs to the beat of his racing heart, feeling sore and heavy on his arm. Eyes accusingly turn to it not because he is angered it is there, but that it betrayed him. It didn’t listen to him. It listened to the Devil and the idea of a choke chain makes his teeth drag against each other…

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Friendly reminder that when Sam dies, his beautiful soul will probably go to Heaven. A place where Lucifer can’t follow.

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At least they got to spend a moment together. 

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Oh I don’t know Sam. I think it will. I think it’ll happen soon. Within six months. And I think it’ll happen…in Detroit. 

Upon This Altar: Chapter 6

fortinbrasftw:

Upon This Altar Rating: M | Warnings: Graphic Violence | Pairings: Sam/Lucifer, Dean/Cas, Crowley/Bella, Ruby/Meg

Fic Summary: It takes two angels on a snowy night to bring hunters Luke and Castiel Milton together again for the first time in decades - well, two angels and a looming apocalypse. As their brother Michael hurries to open the Seven Seals that separate humanity from it’s final judgement, the hunters and their angels have to struggle against heaven, hell, and all the morals in between to try and save the world and the all the mortals who have unwillingly filled it. That is, if in the end, it really is worth saving.

This Chapter: basements, bats, and blizzards

Darkness is gathering faster than he’d realized. Shadows cluster together for warmth, between the still solid shapes of the trees, under the edges of snow drifts, behind the sharp geometry of the cabins huddled amongst the rest of it. There’s a wind picking up, pressing hungrily against his cheeks. The snow whips from side to side.

"Maybe they’re just inside," Luke says quickly, peering around through the deepening dusk. The shovels lay askew, abandoned. It doesn’t look like they’re inside.

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