I Am Not An Abomination: A Supernatural!Universe X Reader Adventure

Aftermath (... and bonding with Cas)

      Back at the flat, Lucifer took his time caring for your-Gabriel's injured wings. Your-Gabriel was staring into the sink, wincing every time a feather was yanked out because it was too badly damaged. Alt-Gabriel was fixing up his own wings on on the bar stools, dropping the hurt golden feathers into a trash bin. You were helping Castiel fix up a bloody cut from where he'd been kicked in the head. It was just behind his left temple, mostly hidden by his dark hair. You held a cloth against it, holding Castiel's head in your free hand. You could feel him growling as you accidentally pressed too hard into the wound.

      "Sorry," you apologized.

      The angel shook his head," Not your fault."

      "Does that happen a lot? I mean with the screaming and the punches and the throwing things at people's heads?" Dean asked Lucifer heatedly," And I want the truth now."

      "Yes, it happens a lot," Lucifer said," It's just been a while since it's happened to me."

      "Happens to me all the time," alt-Gabriel said, almost proudly as he shook out ten feathers from his giant golden wingspan.

      "Yeah, because you go into those human-only bars and hook up with people's dates," Lucifer snarled back under his breath," I'm starting to think that's why there's so many of them now."

      "Human-only bars?" your-Gabriel questioned.

      "Yeah," Lucifer said," There's a separation policy that businesses don't have to accept business from angels."

      "Out of all the businesses, how many are human-only?" Bobby asked incredulously.

      "Only 32%," Lucifer said as he padded a particularly deep cut in your-Gabriel's right wing," I've heard the number is going down."

      "You're overly optimistic about this," Bobby noted.

      "I try to be," Lucifer said," If not for my sake, for yours."

      "So you're trying to make us feel better?" Sam asked.

      "Well, I mean... in your world you have constant monster attacks, Apocalypses caused by my twin, and paranormal encounters everyday," Lucifer said, then shrugged," I have to deal with a little beating once in a while and maybe a Michael attack. Between the two, I think I seem kind of whiny."

      "You're not whiny," you piped up from the couch.

      "Yeah, what just happened? That should never happen," Bobby assured Lucifer.

      "I've said it before, I'm gonna say it again," Dean said," Demons I get. People? People are crazy..."

      You found yourself unconsciously nodding at that. Castiel didn't look like he was following the conversation. He was staring into space. You thought he looked tired, so you asked Dean if you could lay him down on his bed.

      "Go ahead," Dean said, too enthralled in this new social issue to really hear the request.

      "Come on, Cas," you cooed softly, pulling the confused angel to his feet and leading him to the guest room.

      "I am not tired," Castiel complained, then reneged that and rambled," Well, I am tired, but I don't need to sleep."

      "Then don't sleep, just relax," you said, sitting next to him as he laid on Dean's bed.

      You could hear the muffled conversation in the other room, but you couldn't make out who was saying what or the exact words that were being spoken. You stood to go and rejoin the conversation, but you were stopped by Castiel grabbing your wrist.