The Heat of the Moment Sabriel/Destiel/ Michifer Highschool AU

Epilogue

If y'all were looking for happiness.... Oops.

By the way, this song kinda fits everything going on in here.... Friend suggested it.

About seven months later

~Novaks~

Lucifer dragged himself out of bed and up the stairs. He growled under his breath at the chill in the air and shook his head. A sudden bout of rage overtook him and a chair went flying. No one in the house paid notice as it was a daily occurrence. Lucifer had been spiraling out of control without his angel to keep him grounded. Lucifer was okay before Michael, only known for blowing his fuse every once in a while. But now, everyone in the school feared him. Lucifer appeared to hate everyone other than his family. But there was someone he hated the most, himself. He was convinced that it was all his fault. He didn't fight hard enough to keep the love of his life around and that made him angry and disappointed in himself. He beat himself up over it constantly until he managed to twist it so it was all Michaels fault. Lucifer ordered one of his younger siblings to get rid of everything that reminded him of Michael. Instead of disposing of it, they hid it, knowing Luci would regret it if they fully got rid of it. As Lucifer sat down a ruffled looking Gabriel poked his head out into the room.

"Hey." He muttered. Sam leaving was hard on the boy. The scars on his back a constant reminder that it was Sam who rescued him. The one person who dragged him from the hell he was secretly in. Now Gabriel was just another force to be reckoned with. No one was safe from his pranking and he was ruthless. He was deliberate with everything he did. He didn't severely hurt anyone but it was enough to make no one want to be around the boy. His friends he made stuck by his side, but even they were scared of him. He didn't blame them, he knew it was awful and all the things he had done weighed down on him like a ton of bricks but he acted like it didn't bother him. No, instead he kept his carefree but now sinister persona. He was never seen without a sucker poking out of his mouth and a picture of Sam in his pocket. Sure it hurt, Sam left him after promising he wouldn't. But it wasn't his fault. He wasn't like his eldest brother. He blamed John. Castiel shuffled into the room and brightened up the room with his smile. He was the only one not affected. He missed Dean, more than he thought possible but he promised Dean he would wait and would never give up on Dean and that is exactly what he planned on doing. He would sometimes talk to himself, causing a bit of worry with his peers. Rumor had it that Cas had lost it. But the Novak's knew that wasn't true. They watched their baby brother repeatedly reject both guys and girls when they asked him out. He was waiting for one person and one person only. Dean. No one had the heart to tell him, Dean probably wouldn't come back and even if he did he probably moved on.

~Winchesters~

Dean woke up with a pounding headache. He opened his eyes and a smirk cracked his face as he saw the back of a sleeping girl on the other side of his bed. For the longest time, Dean wouldn't talk to his father. They got into many heated arguments. And soon, Dean fell back into his playboy manner. Having many one night stands with both guys and girls. Castiel was simply a painful memory, and a powerful one. He forced himself not to think about it. He could already see the disappointment that would flood the innocent eyes of his blue eyed angel if he knew what Dean did. The Mark of Cain on his arm defiantly gave him a power among the gangs and Dean wasn't afraid to abuse it. He wasn't too worried about commitment since John moved them every few weeks. One thing he was worried about was Sammy. Sam had gone mute. He refused to speak. To anyone. No one could get a word out of him and no one could get him to smile and laugh like he used to. Instead, it seemed he was steadily sinking into a pit of despair. Dean shook his head and slipped out of the room, bumping into Michael.

"Sorry bro," Dean mumbled with a shake of his head. Mike peeked into Dean's room and sighed disapprovingly. He shook his head and without uttering a word went to wake up Sam. John had gone out for the night. He was gone more and more and came back hurt or drunk. None of the boys said anything, they were too scared they would put someone they cared about in danger if they reported the constant absences, all the weapons, cash and booze that was stashed everywhere they went. Not to mention the midnight visitors. Michael sighed softly. He wasn't ready for the day to begin. He lost sight of everything. The only things that mattered were his brothers and his grades. He took decent care of himself but he was often bullied more often than not for his scared angel winged back. But he didn't mind. He abandoned Lucifer, he lost his fallen angel. He deserved the punishment he got, and no one could tell him otherwise.

All the boys went on. Memories would flood back to them all whenever a certain song played, and it got to a point where they all despised the song. They couldn't change what happened. None of them were ready for commitment, not wanting to hurt or be hurt ever again. So that's what they did. Carried on with their lives, even though they had changed drastically like nothing happened. And that's how it would be. Always. At least, that's what they thought.

Hehe. NOW its officially over. I need sequel name suggestions. I WILL BE WRITING ONE. Maybe not immediately as I have a bit on my plate right now. But hey, I am glad I finished my first ever fanfic. I would seriously like to thank you all so much for sticking with my bad plot line and writing. I think I already have an outline for the next one, but if you guys have ideas you know I'd be more than thrilled to hear them! Anyways my lovelies, I'll talk to you later. There may or may not be a new story posted soon written by an internet friend of mine. So look forward to that. Bye, all! Stay lovely my lovelies!