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The Winchesters return to the bunker. Dean makes dinner, Sam flashes bitchfaces, and very little seems to have changed.
Except, at dinner, there're a few extra spaces. One for Nakir and Munkar each, the judges at the Gates of Heaven. One for both Garth and Lori, loyal hunters- although only Garth accepts. One for the King of Hell, and his wife Elizabeth. One for a certain archangel who tried to start the Apocalypse. And another for the reformed ex-King of Hell, who remains rather quiet. God was also invited, but declined. Bring the total to seventeen assorted diners of varying ages, loyalties, and levels of humanity.
After dinner, rooms are offered to humans, angels, and demons alike. Only Garth, Michael, and Lucifer accept.
When the group moves to another room- to do what, God only knows, what could entertain archangels, hunters, demons, and other angels for any length of time?- Adam calls Ariel away.
"I want to show you something," he tells her.
"What?"
"It's a surprise."
He stops in front of a door.
"Close your eyes," he commands.
"Adam."
"Do it."
Ariel closes her eyes. Adam takes her hand and leads her into a room. He stops in the center.
"Alright, open them."
Ariel opens her eyes.
The ceiling is clear, opening up to the sky above. Along the walls are multiple telescopes.
"The Men of Letters' observatory," Adam announces. "You said you missed the stars, so..."
"So you brought me the stars," Ariel whispers in awe.
Adam gestures to a bed made of blankets on the floor.
"I thought we could sleep here tonight," he suggests. Ariel pulls him over to the blankets. She kisses him before returning her gaze to the sky.
"I love you, Adam Milligan."
"Winchester. My last name is Winchester."
Two Years Later
Not much had changed in two years, Gabriel and Juliet had another daughter named Maggie. Adam and Ariel were married, and had a beautiful daughter named Bethany.
Sam and Balthazar convinced Charlie to be their surrogate. The baby was due in three months.
Dean and Cas adopted. Their children were those orphaned through supernatural means, so they had children ranging from early teens to infants. Some were less human than others, but none were less loved.
Maggie would grow up to date a demon, infuriating her father, but in time, Thomas would be a welcome member of the family. Bobby and Mary Jo would form one of the greatest hunting teams the Winchester family had ever seen. Sam and Balthazar's son, Ash, went on to become a lawyer. Sam was never more proud. Balthazar masked his pride with feigned disgust. Three of Dean and Cas' children became hunters, two boys and a girl. They called themselves Team Free Will, as a gesture to their fathers and Uncle Sam. The rest went on to live respectable lives, with legitimate jobs, aside from Kevin, who restarted the Men of Letters, John, who took Bobby's- the original Bobby- job as bookkeeper, and Liza, who became a pornstar named Jazzmyne. Actually, she was a shapeshifter and became three separate pornstars and a director. Cas prayed nightly for her soul.
Even two years after the Azazel showdown, Lucifer and Michael stayed with the Winchesters in the bunker. It was just easier than going somewhere else. Michael dated, frequently, but Lucifer, aside from one or two casual hookups, seemed determined to remain single.
Only one person, apart from probably God, knew the reason.
"You could tell him," Juliet suggests.
"Yes, that would go over so well," he replies, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"I doubt that it would hurt."
"He would shun me."
"And that would be any different than what you're doing now, how?"
"I couldn't stand it, Jules. The look of disgust in his eyes if i told him."
"And who says he'd be disgusted?"
"Come on, Juliet, he doesn't even like guys."
"Ah-ha, that's where you're wrong. I happen to know that he has brought home three guys recently."
"Really?"
"Lucifer, tell Michael that you like him," Juliet levels with him.
"Yeah. Yeah, I will."
Juliet probably wouldn't have pushed so hard if Michael hadn't come to her a few days before, begging for advice about Lucifer.
"Mama! Mama!" Mary calls, darting into the room, wings stretched out behind her. "Look what Uncle Mikey taught me!" she flaps her wings aggressively and rises a few inches off the ground.
"That's wonderful, Mary!"
"He says I'll get better when my flying feathers come in."
"Michael can I talk to you?" Lucifer asks nervously as Michael makes repairs to a motorcycle in the Men of Letters' garage.
"Sure, Luke, what's up?" Michael asks, tossing his hair off of his forehead and glancing up at his brother. He sees the nerves in his eyes and jumps up and moves to Luke's side of the bike. "Hey, what's the matter?"
"Michael-"
"Hey, what's with all this 'Michael' junk? You always call me 'Mikey'. Or 'Mike', at worst."
"We've always been close, haven't we?"
"Sure, Luci, since we were fledglings. What's this about?"
"What would you say if I told you I was interested in men?" Lucifer asks suddenly.
"To each their own. There's nothing wrong with that. What's going on, Luke, you're freaking me out?"
"And what if I told you that I was interested in you?" Lucifer asks suddenly. Michael stops, searching his face. They had been best friends since the moment they were created. Sure, they had fought, but in the Cage they had gotten close. Closer than before.
"Well, that we might need to talk about," Michael says carefully.
"What would we say?"
"Well, that depends on if you're serious."
"Of course I'm serious. I wouldn't joke about this, Michael."
Michael shifts so he's closer to Lucifer.
"Then we don't have to say a thing," he tells her. He pushes his lips against Lucifer's, pining him to the bike. "And don't call me Michael," he whispers in his ear. A shiver passes through Lucifer's body, and he has to admit, as sexy as Michael looked all the times they fought, he's so much hotter when they're making love.