Trauma a Sabriel Highschool Au

9. Aftermath

Michael, Dean, and Castiel stayed at the fire. Michael started it up again after the two younger boys had gone to sleep.

"What do we do now?"

Dean asked. Michael looked at him, then at Castiel, who looked like his world had just shattered.

"Cas, maybe you should go to bed?"

"No. Lucifer has done many things in his life. We have forgiven him for a lot... but this? This can not be forgiven."

Michael nodded, accepting that Castiel was on their side.

"I guess we need to call the police? Report it?"

Dean didn't sound sure. He knew how to handle a lot of emergencies and tragedies.  This, however, was not one of them.

"Castiel, is there any chance your father knows about this?"

Cas shook his head. Chuck would not have buried this, even for his eldest son.

"No way. He would have taken Lucifer in himself if he had known....so what do we do now?"

Both teens looked at Michael,  who felt like he was at an utter loss. He did not know what to do, but he knew who would.

"You four are going to enjoy the weekend. I am going to take carenof everything. Dean do you think you can drive me back home and then come back tonight?"

Dean nodded.

"Cas are you okay to stay and keep an eye on them until I get back?"

"Of course."

Dean and Michael headed to the car. Cas listened to them drive away. He stared at the fire, debating calling his father, but he secretly didn't want to be the one to tell him. He figured Michael would tell him tomorrow morning, or tonight if he was still awake. All Cas could do was stare at the fire, listening for any signs that the sleeping boys were awake.

A couple hours later, Dean was back. He joined Cas by the fire.

"Dean, what is he going to do? What do we do? Are we really going to stay out here all weekend and pretend everything is okay? That it's normal?"

"Yes we are. Michael needs a few days to talk to a few people."

"Is he going to tell my dad?"

"He already did. He is upset and thinks it is his fault since it happened in his house. You were right by the way. The first thing he wanted to do was go get the son of a bitch and take him in, but Michael stopped him."

"Why?"

"Because he has a plan. There if no proof, if there was, it disappeared when Ellen helped Sam clean up."

"He is going to get proof? How?"

Dean shook his head and shrugged. He didn't really know that part. Michael wouldn't tell him.

"You should go to sleep."

"So should you."

Neither boy moved from their spots. They stayed there all night, eventually falling asleep in the chairs. At some point, Gabriel had woken up to go to the bathroom. He covered both boys in a few blankets and stoked the fire to keep it going before going back to sleep.

Gabriel was warm. That was his first thought. He was way to warm for the weather. He tried to sit up, only to find that a weight was holding him down. He turned his head, feeling a mop of hair under his chin.  At some point during the night, Sam had snuggled up to him under the pile of blankets. Gabriel smiled as he realized Sam was wrapped around him like an octopus. He nuzzle his face into Sam's hair, sleepily pulling him closer. Sam let out a happy sigh in his sleep,  muttering something that Gabriel couldn't make out. He didn't mind the warmth now that he knew where it was coming from.