Tell me, what makes you so special.

[All characters mentioned are members of shorttriptohell and used with permission, or NPCs.]

Title: In the Light, You Will Find the Road
Author/Artist: hasperkynipples
Claim: Dean Winchester/Lana Lang
Theme: 3. Red Rain
Theme Set: Song Titles
Rating: PG-13 // FRT
Warnings: N/A
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Supernatural, the Buffyverse, Leverage or Smallville. They belong to the CW, TNT and Joss Whedon. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.

( In the Light, You Will Find the Road )

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[Set in the Detective AU. Cas is soldier_ofgod and used with permission from her mun who made a request for future!fic with Dean and Cas and the prompt “wedding.” I couldn’t not do this. Tell Cas I’m sorry. Sam is likely_evil, and isn’t used with permission so much as general assumption? And he really shouldn’t be complaining of my use of him in this.]

He was pretty sure that Cas was going to kill him.

Actually, he was pretty sure everyone was going to kill him. Putting an alcoholic in the middle of an alcohol-loaded bachelor party was a bad idea—even he could see it—and give Dean’s track record, it wasn’t really a way to keep him on the wagon, but he could handle it. This was worth the risk. And, as the best man, he would be remiss if he didn’t fulfill his duties to the best of his ability. And Dean could throw a damn good bachelor party.

Frankly, he felt that he owed Cas this. The guy had been there with him through a lot. Hell, if it wasn’t for Lucas Devine he would be dead right now, and he knew it. So he was giving the man his due. And he felt that his due happened to involve renting out Cy Wellington’s Gentleman’s Club for the night, flooding the place with coworkers, friends, and pretty girls, and just letting everyone there have a damn good time.

He just couldn’t let Cas know what he was doing. The whole aforementioned killing thing. No matter how painful his impending death may be, though, the look on Cas’s face when they removed the blindfold was absolutely worth it. And with the incredibly fantastic rack in his face, he knew he’d be going down with a smile.

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[Follows THIS. Only binding on likely_evil.]

“I'm alone. The only thing that eases the pain of loneliness is family. The irony of my kind.”

“Son of a bitch.”

“Does he always swear like that?”

“Unfortunately.”

Two voices, both male. One was Castiel, one was a man he didn’t recognize, and for the moment, his head was throbbing far too much to care. He kept his eyes closed, one hand coming up to cover them with a groan, while the other managed to grab a hold of whoever had just placed their hands on his shoulders. It wasn’t really to hold him down, and he realized that much when he felt one of them come up and circle his wrist, pulling the hand away gently.

“Lemme see.”

“Gina?”

“Who else would it be?” came the smart response delivered in a thick accent. “Just lemme see.”

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[Sam = likely_evil, who this is written for after forever and a day. Set after THIS.]

“What I look forward to is continued immaturity followed by death.”

Dean hated his birthday.

He was choosing to ignore it completely, avoid anyone who knew it was his birthday at all costs, and just do the freaking job. He was going to treat it like it was any other day, because the fact of the matter was that Dean Winchester was just not in the mood to be celebrating. It wasn’t like he had anyone to celebrate with, and he was content to just let the day pass without any kind of pomp and circumstance, and people were just going to have to deal with it. He might wave to it briefly as it passed by, but other than that, Dean was content to just leave it as it was. The wounds of Sam leaving him were still too raw, and when the only thing he ever wanted was his family together on his birthday, he certainly wasn’t going to celebrate it when Sam wasn’t there.

And he especially wasn’t going to use it for pity when seeking asylum from a woman who hated him. That was what the angels were for.

Back when the world first went to shit, before he died, Bobby went around to the various people who knew Sam and Dean, leaving them with fortified demon proof shelters in their basements. It was an underground network of sorts, places for the boys to hide to be hidden from demon company. Dean had held out with sending himself here, to this particular hiding place, because he knew that she, of all people, wasn’t going to believe he was on a mission from God to save the world, but there was no way he was going to make it out of New Orleans alive without her help, so it was with extreme reluctance—and two angels at his side—that he made his way down to the end of the bayou, pulling his car to a stop in front of Angeline Walker’s front porch. Fortunately for him, the woman was sitting on the porch, and it saved him the energy of having to actually walk up the stairs and knock on the door.

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