One small act can hold great consequences and change the course of the future. What if Azazel had died years before he could make Sam one of his 'special children' and the Winchester brothers never grew up in the hunting business?
Instead of knives...
"An angel's grace is the very core of our being. It's where our powers come from and everything that makes us what we are." ~ Castiel
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Sam took his mug of steaming coffee grumpily as he yawned loudly. It was too early to be awake, but Dean had awoken him from his beauty sleep, so Sam had to make the most out of it. Dean might as well wait for him as he prepared his own coffee and taking the time for it on purpose. It's Dean's fault for waking me up that early.
With his coffee now done, and the smell waking him up a bit more, Sam dragged himself back towards the kitchen table where he had left Dean and the two angels. Lucifer mostly looked uncomfortable under Dean's glare and Castiel looked rather lost, but they weren't trying to kill each other so Sam called it a win. "Okay," Sam started to say as he sat down next to Lucifer, took a sip of his coffee, and faced his brother and the other angel, "talk." Gabriel laid down next to him on the floor, keeping a watchful eye on Castiel and keeping his distance.
"Perhaps you should start with explaining why you're friends with the Devil. Because I cannot understand that one," Dean muttered, refusing to meet his eyes.
"Alright, but then you tell me how you know Castiel," Sam replied, feeling like it was a fair request. Slowly, Dean nodded his head, so Sam started to talk. He explained how Gabriel had run off and found him in the woods. Bleeding and with his clothes torn. "So I took him home and patched him up. I couldn't leave him there to die. Later I learned that he had lost his memories, so he stayed with me."
"You don't even remember being Satan and all that?" Dean asked Lucifer, arching up a single eyebrow. His expression was unreadable, and Sam wasn't sure what to think of a Dean he couldn't read.
"I," Lucifer started to say, "a few memories came back recently. But it's still rather fuzzy."
"Your turn," Sam said.
Dean shrugged. "From what I know, Castiel has always watched over me since I was a kid. And apparently, he saved my bacon often. We only met recently though, a few days ago. He's the one who told me about Mark being Lucifer, and that you were going down a dangerous path."
Sam moved his glare towards Castiel, who at least had the decency to look away. "I'm an Angel of the Lord," Castiel spoke in his deep voice, "Lucifer has always been painted as a villain in Heaven. And I recognized you as Dean's brother and told him about it. I thought that Lucifer was manipulating you and that you were in danger. I was only trying to help." He gave Lucifer an almost curious look. "Now I'm not so sure about anything I've ever been taught anymore."
"Why am I a villain?" Lucifer asked. Sam shot him an alarmed look, pretty sure he wouldn't like the answer, and Castiel looked mostly uncomfortable at being asked something like that.
"I was only a fledgling when it happened... but you rebelled against Heaven at your refusal to bow down to humanity. You were cast out," the angel replied. Lucifer looked down and Sam gave him a worried look. Reaching out under the table, he placed his hand on his knee and lightly tapped him before removing his touch.
