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BBI: [Fanfiction]Lucifer Rising -Epilogo

Title: Lucifer Rising
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: NC17 Pairing
(s) : Wincest; CastielxDean
Warning (s) : slash, incest and sex with full-anyone who believes that he could not bear is asked to non-read, initially one-shot (and remains so for me) but divided into several chapters, never to fall on the keyboard.
Word count: 41. 998 * runs away to avoid being lynched *
Summary: Lucifer is risen, the apocalypse has already begun. Between trips to the edge of the faithful Impala, Angels, demons, ghosts the past, many problems and the severe crisis Winchester will try to put things in place, with a little help. Will Sam and Dean to solve their problems? And most importantly, be able to win it in the final battle?

Fanart : here and here of vahly .

Notes: written before you even see or even imagine the fifth season, any similarities are definitely not wanted and if you find that you know, watching the weekly episodes, I was a little upset too. I think that will end up as Kripke, occasionally.
The title is taken from the last episode of the fourth set, then why is not mine.
Thanks: my wonderful beta, faithina and p_will , for the immense work they have done and for the support-and for not killing me a shovel, of course. You are the best \u0026lt;33
Also thanks to vahly for the beautiful fanart, and for appreciating the story \u0026lt;3
Enjoy!


* Epilogue *

slowly begins to take possession of his body. Move up the fingers to see if and when there are still those unresponsive to salt in the throat a sigh of relief. Always try to move the arm slowly and, despite being heavy as a huge boulder, unable to move an inch.
makes another effort to open the eyes, eyelids seem to be glued together, are pretty damn heavy.
When she finally managed to open my eyes just enough to understand exactly where he is-and is it still in one piece-bright light makes you close quickly.
could be dead. He could be dead and that could be Paradiso, would not be so impossible.
But the heat on his hand on his chest and made him, somehow, to believe otherwise. He's alive. You live for real.
-Sam tries to speak, but his voice is too hoarse, as if unused for a while 'time. Try to lighten it and try again but to no avail, it is still too early.
Then try to move out and meets the skin so rough and known, knuckles a bit 'peeled, fingers cold as usual.
-Sammy-whispers in a voice almost grotesque. A movement, rubbing of cloth, fingers tightening around her and then his voice, low, hoarse, frightened.
-Dean-scared. -Dean ... -
Two arms that surround it, a burden on the body, and the smell, the smell of Sam around him, the smell that surrounds and fills completely, and her skin, and its lips that kiss your face, and her hands and caress it, God, is Sam.
-you awake ... you're alive-
-I am here, Sammy, I'm here-Dean whispers. Would like to have the strength to tell him something else, would tell him how much fear he had, he would tell him that believed the dead would ask him, ask him everything, ask him what happened, ask of light and darkness, asking him why he did not understand anything anymore.
-You must rest, Dean-Sam said with teary eyes. -Sleep-
He lies beside him on the bed too small, clinging to her body as if it were the only hope rimastagli, shoves his face in the hollow between his neck and shoulder and clasps him tightly, murmuring words a voice too low to be understood.
Sam is there, Sam is back in his arms, now Dean knows that all is well, now he can let go, quiet, and inviting quell'oblio desired.

-Damn, boy, you made us take a good scare! -
Bobby finally face relaxes tense for too long and looks at him, lying on that hospital bed, the beep of the machines to do the background in that sort of family reunion.
Dean makes a half-smile that does not extend to the eyes and invites Bobby to sit down with a wave of his hand. He woke up, woke up this morning completely and tried to talk to Sam, he tried to get an explanation of what happened in reality. But Sam has settled with a "You must rest," he visibly glissando and sent back to the conversation.
But now he wants to know.
-How long am I here? - Calls for looking at the tank room.
-More than a week, Bobby replied gravely. You did not want to wake you-know-
-A week? A fucking week? I've been here all this time while out there is all this mess? And, demand for one million dollars, how I got here if I was in the fucking valley to Babylon? -
The tone is harsh, his eyes went from Sam to Bobby sternly. He wants to know, dammit, just want to know what the hell happened, then it does not seem much to ask!
-Sam said, his voice growing hard. Sam does not speak while his eyes wander in every direction, trying to escape but knows he can not do it forever. He knows that Dean will tell you the truth, would only have a little 'more time to think about what to say, especially as say, even if there is a nice way to do it.
-Sam! - It's over-
-
Sam's voice is low and dark, his shoulders bent as if they carried some kind of weight and his eyes, now I can finally see them well, god, its eyes are so sad.
-What? - Dean knows that it is a stupid question, he knows what is done but he wants to hear, he wants to hear a voice other than that of his brain wants to hear and understand that it is true, that really is all over.
-L 'Apocalypse-Sam looks at him.
-How? -. So that's the point. As it was over? What the heck happened? And above all, because he only vaguely recalls the battlefield?
-Do not you remember, right? - Sam asks, shaking his head. -They said that would not have remembered-
-Who? Who said? Damn, Sam, speak out! - Dean blurts out, his words followed immediately by a stern look to Bobby.
-your father-the man says. -Your father said you would not have remembered
-Grande, where is he? Maybe be able to tell me something more, since you seem to have sewn their mouths! - Dean said, raising his voice and moving around, agitated. It pulls the needle from his arm and drops him on the bed, pissed. I will see her soon-to-
says Bobby forcing on the bed. -Now it's 'stop, you idiot, you're in recovery-
-' Fuck the recovery, I want to get-
-You do not move from that bed-says Sam glares at him.
-Only if you explain to me, and quickly, what the hell has happened-
Sam seems to miss the determination and earned a second before sighing. "What do you remember? -
hit-you-Lucifer says Dean plan. -You were on the ground, rattle, and I thought that we would have done. Then I got up, went to meet that son of a bitch, and I do not know ...
-nothing-Do you remember? - Sam asks, sitting down beside him. Dean shakes his head as he tries to think of those moments, there seems to be nothing between his memories, but still ...
-Light-Dean responds quickly. -A very strong light and then dark-
Sam bites his lower lip and nods slowly, looking for the right words. Bobby glances and nods, encouraging him to move forward. While ...
-died during the battle in many-Sam said softly. -Demons, Angels ... all of them. I only know that when you left me, Dad came beside me. Hugged me, told me about, and just as I was beginning to see all black I opened my eyes. I saw the light, I saw the light ... -
-What, Sam? -
-The light came from within you, says the child closing his eyes. -It was inside you, it was as if emanating from your body, from every pore of your skin-
Dean looks at him and not talking. Remember the light, remember the sensation of heat and power, remember that power flow in every corner of the body. Then the light-
also fell from the sky, as if he was coming from every corner of the world "continues Sam. -E came to you. Each ray of light ended on you, inside you, and then you talked
-Dean can not remember. He does not remember anything like that, it's as if he was not present, it is as if he had done something and was not really him doing it, like a demonic possession. There was, reminiscent of the light, but the rest is fog.
-It 'forward Sam says softly, taking her cold hand in hers. She is afraid now, afraid when he looks at his brother's eyes and see them so sad and transparencies, are afraid because they do not know what Sam would say.
-Your voice ... - Sam's face is lined by a tear. -It was as if no longer yours, your voice was as if she had stayed only an echo. He was strong and deep, and I felt it in my head, I would have liked but I could not put her away-
-Sammy ... - Dean's Shakes his head slowly, the heart small.
-and light ... I walked out the mouth, eyes, on all sides. And then I Castiel seen running towards you-
Sam can not do it. It is difficult, it's damn hard to explain what has happened, it's damn hard to say, again with the mind. He would like to simply delete it, oblivion everything but can not, deserves to know Dean, Dean must know.
-Cass? - Dean asks. Castiel was fighting, he was beating hard against all that would destroy the world, was fighting for him, with him.
-light ... the light enveloped everything, every person, every body-Sam continues, his voice trembling. -It was inside, inside everyone. The feeling in the body, I felt in the head, was strong. It was like he was holding, looking for the evil he had done in your life as if it were to decide whether to punish you or let you go, and it was heartbreaking, it hurt. The demons were screaming as if they were split in two by the pain, I've seen ... and Lucifer, Dean-
-Have you seen it? - Dean whispers, unable to utter more.
-Lui, its shape. I saw it was, the explosion of light I saw his angelic form and then there was the fire, was engulfed in flames and I saw his real face. It was horrible-
's voice breaks, Sam and Dean continues to caress the head while his shoulders heave, heaving with sobs.
-I was so stupid-rumored Sam crying. -I wanted to believe him, I really wanted to believe that it was not bad, that his version was correct. I wanted to believe that it would not hurt, I wanted to believe that he and I we were really like, I was an idiot-
-You could not know, non-
-I should give you a straight-Sam interrupts him looking into his eyes. -I never should have left, I should tell you the visions of Hell, all-
Sam nestles into the open arms of Dean while the tears streaming down her face and lets rock, oblivious to the silent presence of Bobby in the room.
-Vado for a coffee-making to say it out. -Do you harbor a, Sam-
Dean nods, thanking him with his eyes. Sam is breathing deeply, trying to calm down, and if it manages to recover enough to continue speaking, there are still hidden tears in his eyes.
-And then the light began to fade, she says quietly. -Leaving the demons that possessed the bodies on the ground while the black smoke was sucked into the bowels of the earth. I could not move, I was too weak, and Dad kept me on the ground, said it would take time to heal. The light was still there, but there was less strong than before, and just before it vanished altogether I saw dad, Dean. I saw it as I saw Lucifer, I saw he really was and I could not say anything. I looked at him and just, and I could not believe it but it was true, he was different, was not a soul escaped from Hell-

-What-was-made of light-Sam's eyes sparkle for a moment. -It was completely made of pure light, and it was beautiful, radiating light, light spoke, he thought light. Then I saw the wings
-Le ... wings? -
Dean is confused. The only time I've ever seen a pair of wings, in his life was when Castiel knew.
-Dad-begins to speak, but his voice died in his throat at the thought. Sam smiles, piano, and nods.
-Daddy was an angel, says Dean-plan. Angel-A, you know? I could not stop looking at him, I could not understand how it happened but it was true, was indeed an Angel. I wanted to ask why, I wanted to explain to me but he just smiled and told me that there would be time, after-
Dean can not believe it. Do not believe us seriously until we see him with his eyes, then you probably can not even believe it. Because her father was in Hell, his father rotting in this place and someone pulled me out so, for no apparent reason, and then if he is found before in the flesh, but it's absurd, would have a channel, and her old body had been cremated. The head spins.
-What happened to the others? - Calls, trying to break into his crazy thoughts. Sam looks down, moves away a bit, 'is silent.
-Sam-I-
demons are dead, he says. -Lucifer is dead. When I managed to watch, when the light faded completely, I saw the empty bodies in the valley. Dead bodies from the demons and angels dead in battle. And I've seen you. Castiel's body covered completely your own, land for swoon-
Sam is unable to continue.
Dean takes him by the shoulders and forced him to watch it. That look not like, not like the tone of Sam, he does not like that sadness in his voice.
-What happened, Sam? - Despite asking the subject's response. Because I know, somehow it feels, feels like an emptiness inside, he feels since he woke up, he hears but does not want to think otherwise would make it true.
-Castiel ... -
And from the look of Sam is confirmed that expected.
-Eh - asked softly. Can not believe it, you really can not.
-God was speaking through you, Dean, Sam starts to cry. -Do you have used, you have been his voice, his arm, the hand that stopped everything. And when it's finished, when the light is gone I saw you on the ground, Castiel on you, I believed to be dead, non-
-Eh -
Sam takes a deep breath before speaking again. He knew it would be difficult, she knew, but never imagined it could have been so . Dean's eyes are bright and empty, the expression on his face is hard, and he can not watch it. I can not watch while tearing apart the pain from the inside, can not do it, not when they can feel a part of him that is broken. Would you say-die-
hard. "If he had not arrived on time, you'd be dead. Vanish before the light was thrown on you, as if to cover, protect-
-How? -. It is not enough, all those words are not enough. It does not explain anything, do not give you the answer you are looking for does not help him to understand, only to break a bit 'more.
-He used what was left of her angelic powers to save your life. His mortal body now has failed to pay all that power at once while at the same time, the essence angelica was swept away
-John at the foot of the bed, he looks serious and severe.
-He died as the bravest of men-
Dean looks at him and does not speak, there are no words to express what's inside at the time. There is nothing that can express the rending emptiness, that pain that burns the soul, and anger devastating, and all that crap that is tearing inside.
-Fa 'that his was not in vain-sacricifio

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The sky is gray and gloomy, the rain clouds roam fast there at the top to hide the sun view. A light rain falls
wetting the soil, and grass, and trees, while the gray of the sky seems to be in tune with the deathly silence of that place.
There is no one apart from the forest, no one apart from the animals and plants, no one who can take care of that man still and motionless in the most remote area of the green and gray, standing under a tree with his eyes straight ahead.
clutching something in his hands, something small that gives off a strange metallic gleam.
Lift up your eyes to the sky and green leaves that rain running down his face, mingling with that little tear escaped its control.
went to the tree, it caresses the bark rough and points it at the small bit of metal. He holds the knife in place with one hand while, with an almost maddening slowness, affects the tree one simple word.
Castiel
Time passes slowly as he looks at the trunk, he looks as if that word could just fix it back. He does not realize the passing of time, not noticing that the sun covered by clouds, it is now gone. Only when a hand rests, light, turns on his shoulder, coming from that sort of trance.
-Dean-
nods, slowly, without having the strength to speak. Sam's dedication last look worried before a whisper, 'Do quickly, you'll catch pneumonia "and walk away, the patter on the ground and dry leaves to accompany its release.
Dean still have a few minutes to fix this simple registration form.
-You should not have to do it, idiot, ugly rumors to the forest while the wind carries away his words.
Close your eyes for a moment and could almost feel it, that look blue on the neck, one hand rests gently on her shoulder, light as air. While
walks in the forest that will not let me ever hear. While out of the maze roots of trees and realize that will not go away ever really. While back in the car, while you insert the keys in the painting has the feeling that it is there, sitting in the back seat looking at him with his eyes almost ball.
The rear view mirror shows the seats of her child, the glass on which the rain falls, now loud and incessant, hiding the road behind him.
settled back on the seat and look straight ahead. It's time to continue.
-What do we have? -
Sam looks at him, worried, before hearing the engine purr beneath them.
-Cheyenne, Wyoming, says putting the laptop on your lap and on. -There are been some suspicious deaths. Children aged between eighteen and twenty-five were found dead in their homes, locked from the inside and no signs of forced entry. Some friends of the victims spoke of a chain that ran for e-mail according to which, if not addressed, the ghost of a woman who died years earlier would be to take the "offenders" -
-Large, small nerd growing between ghosts and e-mail, says Dean turning on the radio and turning up the volume.
Carry on, you will always remember ...
And while the voice of Kansas comes out strong from the speaker knows that Dean is looking ahead and will never forget. But it is time
to move forward. With Sam, until the end.
the time comes to say enough, time to stop, time to seek peace, but now it's too soon. Now it's time to start life anew.

wheels dell'Impala crossing another boundary line, yet another, while his brother Dean looks sweetly asleep next to him and the sun rises again on the world.

* The End *



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