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Title: When Your True Destiny Is To Lead

Author: @anonymousantonym Ao3

Artist: @kuwlshadow

Fic Link: [Ao3]

Art Link: [Tumblr]

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warnings: Noncon/dubcon

Major Tags: AU – Canon divergent, AU – Endverse!divergence, Twincest, Threesome, Anal sex, switching, barebacking, slow burn, established Cas/Jimmy, hidden relationship, some relationship angst, unsupportive!Sam, tentative relationship building, Angel possession, in-vessel non-con (referenced), 2014!Dean(ish), minor character death, canon typical violence, gore, blood, angst, Bi Dean, Gay Cas, Gay Jimmy, Voyeurism, canon typical injuries, tattoos, branding, imprisonment, hurt!Dean, multiple POV, tiny moments of fluff, somnophilia.

Pairings: Dean x Castiel x Jimmy, Castiel x Jimmy, Michael x Raphael (referenced)

Summary:

When Henry Winchester started the apocalypse by sacrificing himself to save his son’s life, he had no notion of what his action would bring about.

If he had known, he wouldn’t have imagined that heaven would lose.

Now, in 2017, Henry’s grandsons; Sam and Dean, are struggling to survive in a world where Lucifer walks the Earth, demons and the rabid victims of the Croatoan virus destroy everything in their path, and angels are selfish, scared and frightened.

It’s been eight years. Eight years since Dean, Sam and the others came together to form Camp Salvage. Eight years of hunting and fighting, of protecting the men, women and children who look up to them, and Dean is tired. He’s tired of being responsible for so many people. But there isn’t an end in sight. The Devil toys with the planet, and they don’t have long to go until the Croats kill them; one by one until there is no one left.

Dean is done. He’s had enough of fighting losing odds.

That is, until they hear word of an angel. The first since the guardian angel who let their grandfather die.

Dean puts his game face on once more, leading a team in search of answers, or help, or simply retribution.

What they find, instead, sends them into a tailspin that can only end two ways; wholesale destruction, the final, true end of all things, or the longest of shots; they win.

With some unexpected tactical advantages—a pair of vessels, mysterious creatures only a few can see, and a rogue god on their side—maybe Dean finally stands a chance: not just to survive, but to find a reason to want to.

Teaser:

Sam swore. The ground began to shake, the buildings across the intersection of the wide road, where the rest of his men still stood, partly hidden, began to shift and quake. “Stop!” he yelled, knowing it would be pointless. An archangel’s power was beyond anything they even vaguely knew how to fight.

The angel sneered as the ground gave one final twitch, sending a broken wall crashing down, ejecting a screaming, bleeding hunter who stumbled directly into the burning wall of Holy Oil.

Horror froze Sam as he watched the twitching, writhing body impaled on a tongue of flame, unable to pull himself free.

He watched as the burning circle was broken.

He watched as the rest of the man’s team flew from their hiding places to try and save their comrade, too late.

He watched as one of them pulled a gun, and pressed it, with compassion, to the man’s forehead and stopped the screams.

He watched as the archangel wheezed another laugh, glassy eyes pulled wide, and made to zap himself from the scene.

He watched with joint surprise, fascination, and nausea, as the vessel’s eyes widened even further, saw the angel throw the body he wore, a lurching, abortive movement upward, and failed to disappear.

He watched with rising wonder as the angel’s body remained stationary, bound to Earth, unable to move, to fly. The angel’s borrowed face morphed into an expression of terror, eyes now impossibly wide, blood vessels bursting as he strained and pushed and finally-

Gave up.

Sam threw himself to the ground, eyes screwed shut against the blinding white light as the archangel threw himself, his true form, from the vessel. The stuff of his being, Grace, pure power and energy, flowing away, up.

Sam could see the Grace escape upward, even through the skin of his closed eyelids, clearly able to escape the circle.

Silence fell as the burning blue-white light of Raphael’s Grace left, leaving in its wake only the harsh sounds of Sam’s own breath rasping in his throat and the too-fast thump of his heart in his chest.

A dry cough, painful and gasping, broke the illusion that he was alone.

Sam dragged his eyes open, still fearful of seeing the angel’s true form, burning and terrible. He had enough learning, had seen enough corpses, to know that his eyes would be left mere fluid running down his cheeks if he had set his eyes on it. Instead, his eyes showed him the world, just as before, little changed, only now, the red streaked after-images of a celestial being danced across his vision.

He glared at the road’s cold and dusty surface, blinking hard.

“Well. That was different,” stated a new voice, flat and tired sounding, deep and rough. Familiar.

He looked up and set eyes upon the vessel.

He was alive.

Hunched over, coughing dust, blood where his eyes were meant to be, but alive.

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