Y/N's POV

Following my rescue from Hell, and the gorey demise of Lucifer, Dean had scooped me up in his arms, and the angels and the bearded man had zapped the rest of us back to the bunker.

I'd never experienced anything like that...instant teleportation. It felt like I was falling at about a thousand miles per hour, but it only lasted a brief second.

Honestly, I kinda hated it...as interesting and awe-inspiring as it was...it left me feeling more dizzy and nauseated than I already was. But I was grateful, nonetheless...because the walls of the bunker were a much more welcoming and comforting sight than the brimstone walls of Hell.

Without Dean releasing his hold on me, Cas stepped over to us, placing his fingers to my forehead, and flooding me with that same small shock I had felt the day after my birthday.

The flames roaring inside my lungs were extinguished, the agony of my muscles was soothed with small bursts of refreshing cold, the raspiness of my throat vanished, and the roiling inside my gut suddenly ceased.

As my body healed itself, Cas placed the fingers of his other hand to Dean's forehead, and before I could blink, Dean's face was entirely rejuvenated.

His nose, that previously looked as if it was broken, straightened to the same defined point that I adored. The bruising around his eyes lightened, and the blood that stained his face was wiped clean. He looked as good as new, save the blood that still stained his clothing.

"Thanks, Cas." Dean muttered softly.

"Yeah....like I said....we should invite you to every party." I smiled at the angel, and he just shook his head as the corner of his mouth lifted into a wry smirk. He then began to shed his trench coat, holding it up and draping it over my body as I rested in Dean's arms, concealing my nudity from the onlookers.

"Alright, we rescued the girl." Fergus chimed in. "Now can we please discuss what the hell we are going to do about Lucifer's bloody offspring?"

"Fergus, you daft buffoon!" Rowena scolded him as she swatted him on the back of the head. "The poor lass just got back home, they need rest, they need time together."

"When did you become such a hopeless romantic, mother?" he sneered in response.

"None of yer beeswax." she turned up her nose.

"She's right, Crowley." the nameless angel chimed in. "We just took down Luci. I think they deserve a little R&R..." he lifted his hazel eyes to flash a wink at me which instantly made me blush.

"Oh, my apologies, Gabriel. I didn't realize that the idea of your nephew devouring half the bloody universe wasn't of great import to you!" Crowley raised his voice.

"Oh it is. But I also understand the concept of basic human need. You should try it some time, it's actually pretty satisfying." Gabriel chuckled.

"Gag. I'd rather be slowly digested by a-"

"Alright, all of you shut up." Sam cut off Crowley as he walked towards Dean and I.

"We can sit here and discuss our game plan if you want... later. Right now...they need some space." Sam glanced over at me and offered a warm, compassionate smile.

"Don' you worry yerselves about us...we'll be right here when yer both ready." Rowena nodded assuringly towards us.

"I uhm..." I finally spoke up, drawing all of their eyes to me.

"I want to thank you....all of you....I'm still not entirely sure...what the fuck just happened but....thank you." I mumbled.

"'Twas our pleasure, darlin'." Rowena beamed.

          

"No problemo." Gabriel nodded casually.

"Don't mention it....ever." Crowley huffed.

"You would do the same for us...you're family." Sam smiled.

With that, Dean rolled his eyes, clearly done with the all the awkward interactions, and he turned on his heels, carrying me out of the library and towards my room.

We stayed silent as we walked down the corridor, and I just let my head slump against his chest, closing my eyes and smiling to myself as the sound of his steady heartbeat graced my ears.

As we reached my bedroom door, he slowly lowered me down to my feet, and I allowed Cas's trench coat to slip off of me. He kept a protective arm around my waist as he opened the bedroom door.

As we peered inside my room, our eyes widened with shock, and we both froze in place.

Because the room we were standing before...wasn't my bedroom.

It was much bigger than my original bedroom...like the size of a small apartment...and it honestly looked like a five-star honeymoon suite. The floor was a maroon, shag carpet, and it complimented the pink and red wallpaper that was lined with columns of heart shapes. There was a rotating disco ball that hung from the center of the tall ceiling, and it cascaded little rays of light that danced around the floor.

In one corner of the room, there was a jacuzzi tub, and as the jets splashed around I noticed that there were red lights in it that illuminated the water.

In the other corner, there was a minibar... equipped with various wine and champagne bottles...along with a plate of little desserts like macarons and chocolate-covered strawberries.

Along one wall, was a a clothing rack, and hanging from it were different sets of lacey, frilly and leathery lingerie that instantly made my breath hitch in my throat and my cheeks blush a red that matched the room's ambience.

On the opposite wall, there was a stand holding a stereo-system with two tall speakers on either side of it. It was currently turned on...and it was blasting the song "Careless Whisper" by George Michael.

And the centerpiece of this over-the-top room....was a gigantic bed. The bed was heart-shaped, and adorned with silky, scarlet sheets, along with a wide array of pillows at the head of it. Above the bed, there was a red, mesh canopy that hung from the ceiling and draped over it, opened towards us like an inviting tent. And the final cherry on top? The bed was completely littered with rose petals.

"What. The. Fuck?" Dean and I both muttered in bewilderment.

After a moment or two of standing in awe, Dean let out a low chuckle, and I assumed he figured out how in the hell something like this was even remotely possible.

"Gabriel, what the hell??" he bellowed out loudly with a roll of his eyes.

"You're welcome!!" Gabriel called back from the library, and I could tell by his tone of voice he was grinning from ear to ear.

"Uh..w...what?" I stammered.

"Remember I told you about that insane hunt Sam and I had when we thought we were up against the Trickster?" he smiled awkwardly down at me.

"That's him?" my eyes widened.

"Yeaahh...." Dean sighed as he shook his head.

I looked back into the room before me, and despite how bad I was still reeling from everything that had just taken place, I nodded in approval and let out a genuine laugh.

"I gotta admit....I like his style." I shrugged.

Dean let out a laugh. "Yeah...it grows on ya."

Dean and I made our way inside, just snickering below our breath as we took in all the small details about the room...and I made my way over to the stereo, flicking it off and bringing the sensual music to a stop.

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