08 || DREAM

[ warning: some smut in the middle-ish of the chapter] -

"Nessie, hurry along now!" Her fathers voice called from up ahead, his heavy footsteps treading through the shallow puddles as he trekked further into the thick woods.

"Coming da!" Vanessa shouted back, her small legs working hard to catch up with him, her bright yellow wellies splashing through the puddles as she ran.

"Hey Vanessa" The familiar voice made her stop, a squirrelly figure stood between two large trees with a large ray of sunlight shining down on him.

"Chuck?" Vanessa's eyebrow raised, her face falling into confusion as she watched the figure of her father get smaller in the distance before she slowly turned to Chuck. "What are you...?" She let out a sigh. "I'm dreaming aren't I?"

"You are." Chuck moved forward, his footsteps barely making a sound against the forest floor.

"You know, I really don't appreciate you Freddy Krueger-ing my dreams so unless you're here to help, which I doubt-"

"Actually, you'll find that I did help. I killed Eve."

"You killed Eve? You?" Vanessa folded her arms, eyeing him suspiciously. "Why? You don't help."

"If you must know, I found her rather boring. I mean, even you didn't remember her until it was too late. I'll admit, not my greatest work." Chuck chuckled a little as he paced up and down.

Vanessa felt a little relieved now that she knew who was responsible for killing Eve, it had been bugging her ever since she found out, but that didn't make her any less pissed off at Chuck.

"Eve you help with? The one thing I knew how to stop, the one being I knew how to kill? You couldn't have helped with something else like I don't know..." Vanessa threw her hands up dramatically. "...your son and the current civil war that's happening in Heaven?"

"No, I'd rather stay out of that." Chuck said in that super annoying, self-absorbed tone that Vanessa always hated. "Kids will be kids." His laugh after that almost made Vanessa's blood boil.

Did he even care about the bloodshed this was causing? Does he even know that one of his sons is currently being held captive? The thought of Chuck allowing Gabriel to be tortured made her snap.

God or no God, he's about to get a very Irish earful.

"Do you know that Gabriel is alive? That he's being held captive by Asmodeus who's torturing him, feeding off of his grace in order to make himself stronger? Do you even care that your son is going through such a trauma that he becomes an empty shell of the angel he used to be-"

"Careful."

"-That he forgets who he his and what he's done because he's so traumatised over what he'd gone through. Over what you let him go through-"

"Enough!" Chuck's harsh and raised tone made Vanessa jump back, a twig snapping under her feet as she regained her balance. "Don't push me."

"Then help us with something we actually need your help with. Help me find Asmodeus. Help me save Gabriel. Help us stop Raphael without needing to open Purgatory. Hell even help us with Abaddon, just do something!" Vanessa's breath trembled a little, even if Chuck was a dick, he was still God. Still the most powerful being in all of creation meaning he could destroy her with the blink of an eye if she annoyed him.

Which is what she was currently doing. Not intentionally, she was just mad at him for thinking he helped with Eve when that's the one thing they could have handled.

"I can't help you find Gabriel and it's too late now to stop Castiel opening the door... I mean, would you even want to? It'd be a pretty short story if you did." Chuck chuckled a little, making Vanessa roll her eyes. Him and his stories.

"Then why are you here? Why are you invading my dreams?"

"Just checking in, you've done good, surprisingly. Saving Balthazar and Rufus... better than I thought you'd do."

"Gee thanks." Vanessa muttered, did he really Nightmare on Elm Street his way into her dream just to insult her?

"And..." He drew out the word, as if building up to something. "There may be someone else who can help you find Asmodeus."

"Who?" That seemed to peak Vanessa's interest. Even if she couldn't find Gabriel in time for him to deal with Raphael she still had to save him, she couldn't live her life knowing her was out there being tortured.

"His father." Lucifer?

"But Lucifer is in the Cage. I can't talk to him, I can't-"

"You can. You've seen it before."

"And look how that went." Vanessa said bluntly and Chuck sighed, why was she so difficult?

"Vanessa-"

"We don't have Rowena to help with the spell, and even if we did, you know what happened that time. Lucifer got out and ended up fathering the very person who ended you, do you really want that? I mean, as much as I love Jack, I really didn't enjoy the events that came after him. Or happened because of him."

Except him killing Mary, that was his best work.

"You won't need Rowena, I can give you the spell."

"Oh, are you actually offering to do something actually helpful for once?" Vanessa said condescendingly, making Chuck wish he never answered her first prayer to begin with. She was a very difficult person and he praised Sam for choosing to put up with her. Not that Sam actually had a choice, more like it was chosen for him.

But he would ignore her attitude, and just move on with the conversation so he could leave as soon as possible.

"The spell is relativity simple, if you have the knowledge, which you will when you wake up. And your new 'best friend'..." He spoke with humour and slight disbelief, he honestly didn't see this friendship between Crowley and Vanessa coming. "...can get you what you need and help you perform it."

"And you think Sam, Dean or Bobby are going to allow that to happen? Are going to allow me to talk to Lucifer in the Cage? Are going to allow me to literally go to Hell? Even Crowley himself won't let me anywhere near Lucifer let alone help me talk to him."

"They'll have to. And besides, you're very persuasive when you want to be."

"Say they do. Say I come face to face with Lucifer. How am I going to convince him to tell me where Asmodeus is?"

"Because despite what Lucifer is or what he's done. He loves his brother."

"He killed him." Vanessa replied bluntly, her arms folded across her chest as she frowned at Chuck.

"That's irrelevant." Chuck waved his hand, as if brushing off her words. "I know my son. He's not a villain, he's just broken..." Yeah because of you. "...and he will help you. Just show him." Chuck added extra meaning to those last three words, which Vanessa understood perfectly.

Could it hurt to try? He literally created Asmodeus if anyone can help her find him, it's Lucifer. The only problem will be convincing the guys to let her walk, willingly, into Hell to have a conversation with Satan himself. Not to mention having to convince Crowley to help her perform the spell. She'd truly have her work cut out for her...

Guess she'd better wake up and get to planning how she could convince the boys to let her go to Hell.

Although now that Chuck was here, she did have one more question to ask him. Here's hoping he'd be a little more helpful with this one that he was with anything else.

"Chuck?" Did he dare ask what she wanted now?

"Hm?"

"How did I end up here? I know you didn't do it as you were as surprised to see me as I was that you answered my prayer... So who brought me here?" 

Not what he'd expected.

"You haven't figured it out?" Chuck seemed a little surprised that she hadn't caught on yet, especially now that her and Sam were together.

"Figured what out?"

"Think about it... You don't exist in this world. You were pulled here when Sam's soul was pulled from the Cage and put back in his body. Why do you think that is? Why do you think you're so connected to him?"

"I don't..." Vanessa's eyes widened. Surely not. Surely Chuck wasn't saying what she thought he was saying. She couldn't be Sam's soulmate. Soulmates don't exist. They're just a trope. They're just fictional...

Although so was Supernatural and well, look how that turned out. Her best friend is the King of Hell, she has a guardian angel who really hates Celine Dion and she's talking to God himself. Anything is possible.

"Sam is your soulmate, Vanessa. When Death freed his soul from Hell he unintentionally, or intentionally I never know with him, brought you with it. That's why you're here, not to change to story, that's just a bonus, but for Sam." Chuck explained in a softer tone than she had ever heard.

And before Vanessa could even respond, she woke up.

Sam was sleeping beside her, his arm wrapped over her stomach as she lay nestled against him. She thought it'd be different now, knowing that he was her soulmate but it just felt the same. She was, and to quote Bella Swan, unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him. She leaned up, pressing soft kisses up his neck making him stir next to her.

"Good morning." Vanessa whispered, her mouth moving closer to his as she shuffled further up the bed.

"Good morning." Sam's deep, husky voice sent a wave of head directly between her legs and a shiver down her spine.

They hadn't had sex yet, Vanessa wanted to wait a little, for the right moment. Who knew the right moment would be after a dream where she'd literally talked to God. But first, first she had to tell him the truth. The truth she'd just learned herself.

"Sam."

"Hm?"

"I need to tell you something." Those words seemed to wake Sam up as his eyebrow knitted together with worry at what she could possible have to tell him.

Although that worry eased when he sat up and she immediately straddled him, kissing him deeply as her fingers thread through his hair.

"I know why I was brought here."

"You do?" His eyebrows knitted together again.

"Uh huh." She nodded, deciding to just rip the bandaid off and blurt it out. "God told me."

"God?" Sam couldn't help but scoff a little, surely God didn't take time out of whatever it was he was doing to tell Vanessa how she ended up here.

"Yes." Vanessa was serious and Sam knew it, otherwise she would have said 'aye' not 'yes'. "When I woke up here, he's the first person I prayed too because I knew his name. I knew his name would get his attention and it did. He told me he wouldn't send me back to my world as he wanted to see how things would go with me here, I'm guessing he knew then what I'm about to tell you.

"Anyway, he came to me in my dream. Told me he's the one who killed Eve, and that makes sense as he's probably the only one who could. But he also told me why I'm here. How I'm here. And it's because of you."

"Me?" Sam could barely get the word out, still trying to absorb everything Vanessa had just told him. God? Really?

"We're soulmates, Sam. That's why I'm here. When Death pulled your soul from the Cage he pulled me through universes, so we could meet. So we could be together." Vanessa's hands ran down his face and over his broad shoulders and arms, taking his hands in hers. "You're my soulmate, Sam. And I'm yours."

Vanessa kissed his knuckles, watching as his brain tried to process all the information. She knew it was a lot to take in this early in the morning but she couldn't wait to tell him.

"I don't- I- You're serious?" Sam blinked at her, his eyes softer than she'd ever seen as he seemed to believe her. Deep down he'd always believed in soulmates.

"I'm serious." She smiled and he mirrored it, his arms wrapping around her waist as he pulled her in for a kiss. Sparks practically flew from their lips as they moved together, the truth making it turn into the best kiss either of them had ever had.

Sam's mouth moved across her jaw, down her neck to bite and suck in the one spot that always drove her crazy. Vanessa didn't know how he knew about that spot but she was thankful, humming gently as her legs clenched around his.

Her hands pulled his head up, her lips planting on his before they moved along his jawline towards his ear.

"Fuck me, Sam." Vanessa whispered into his ear, biting down on his earlobe and causing a low groan to rattle up his chest.

The next thing she knew he was on top of her, a condom wrapper in his mouth as he ripped it open with his teeth and slid it over his already hardened cock.

"As much as I hate to say this, you're gonna have to be quiet." Sam whispered, watching as she bit down of her lip as he rubbed slow, gentle circles on her clit, feeling the wetness build beneath his fingers.

"Fuck... I'll try-" Vanessa gasped, biting hard on her lip as he pushed two fingers deep inside her, getting her ready for his cock which she knew would push her way beyond her limits... but she couldn't wait. She was desperate for him.

Sam seemed to sense her desperation as it wasn't long before he was slowly sinking into her, eyes glued between her legs as she stretched wide around his impressive length.

"Fuck baby." Sam whispered, his hand grabbing the headboard as she was already whimpering beneath him. "So fucking tight."

Pain turned to pleasure as Sam began to move, slow at first allowing her to get used to his size. His eyes shutting tight at the sensation of feeling himself buried deep inside her.

"Faster." Vanessa whispered, making his eyes open, his pupils blown wide with lust and darker than she'd ever seen them. It almost reminded her of demon blood Sam and she very nearly came at the sight of them alone.

Sam was fast but gentle, taking care of her in a way no other guy ever had. Thankfully his fast paced thrusts didn't shake the bed, potentially traumatising Dean and Bobby who were somewhere in the house.

"Taking it so good." Sam groaned quietly, the only noise being the slick sound of his cock slamming into her and the low whimpers she made beneath his hand, it over her mouth stopping her from moaning too loudly.

Vanessa's hand gripped the sheet, her other grabbing hold of Sam's forearm and digging her nails into his skin as each thrust of his cock rammed against her g-spot, brushing over her throbbing clit each time and sending her plummeting over the edge into a mind-blowing, back arching, tow curling orgasm.

Sam's lips found hers, wanting to feel her moan into his mouth as she became undone beneath him, her body shaking and writhing in pleasure as he fucked her through her high, his own not far behind.

Vanessa couldn't put into words how good Sam felt inside her, his thick cock prolonging her orgasm, pushing her to highs she'd never reached before. White clouded her eyes as the pleasure flowed hot through her veins, her pussy clenching tightly around him and making him groan into her mouth.

One last thrust sent Sam over the edge behind her, her mouth swallowing the moan that left him as he came. The two of them out of breath and sweaty messes at the best sex either of them had ever had.

Being soulmates clearly added to the pleasure as neither of them could speak a single word after. And Vanessa's legs were already aching... Perhaps visiting Lucifer in Hell could wait until tomorrow, give her a day (or two) to recover.

If only.

But, despite how satisfied she felt and how she longed to stay in bed and have Sam between her legs all day, she knew it couldn't wait.

Gabriel needed her more than any of them right now and she wouldn't let him spend another second being tortured, not when she could be finding out where he is.

The only thing was, she had no idea how to convince the boys to let her go along with her plan. Especially Sam, now that he knew about them being soulmates he would definitely not be thrilled with her going to visit Lucifer in the Cage. And he'd be even less thrilled when she told him he couldn't go with her.

First things first though, a shower, breakfast and breaking the news about them being soulmates to Dean and Bobby. This would be a fun conversation.

"God? God came to you in a dream. Do you know how ridiculous you sound right now?"

"Dean." Sam warned, shooting his brother a glare as Vanessa tried to explain their situation.

"Believe or not Dean, it's true. I know who God is, I've seen who he became and what he did. And he gave me permission to change it, to change him. He's the one who killed Eve, and I'll admit he could have done something a little better to help but at least she's dead and we can focus on the next part of the story."

"Cas?" Dean asked, he still had trouble believing Vanessa but at the same time it made sense.

Who else could kill Eve? And it also made sense about her and Sam being soulmates, after all she did turn up right when Sam's soul was put back so maybe she was telling the truth. Maybe God did come to her in a dream, it wouldn't be the first time that happened to someone. He remembered clearly when multiple angels had invaded his dreams, if they could do it, God surely could too.

"No, he said Cas opening the door is pretty much inevitable at this point but he did tell me who can help us find Asmodeus."

"He couldn't find him himself?" Sam asked with a scoff, surely he could.

"He probably could but he's a little bit of a dick so he won't help us."

"I heard that." Chuck's voice rattled in her head and she shivered, now he was in her head too? Pervert. "Heard that too." Feck right off Chuck!

Vanessa sighed in relief as it seemed Chuck had taken the hint and left her alone. She really hoped he wasn't in her head when Sam was literally inside her earlier, that would be awkward.

"Ness?" Sam's hand on her shoulder brought her back to reality. "Who is it? Who can help up?"

"Oh, right. Yeah, sorry." She chuckled nervously. "You're not going to like it, you especially." She pointed at Sam. "And you're probably going to forbid me from going which you can try but it won't work, because I am doing this so I need you all on board with me otherwise-"

"Oh my God, will you please spit it out." Dean groaned, not able to take it any longer.

"Lucifer."

Bobby choked on his coffee. Dean's jaw dropped. Sam's face drained of colour.

"I'm going to talk to Lucifer in the Cage."

"The hell you are!" Dean almost yelled.

"Aye, hell. Exactly. See, you get it." She gestured cheerily at Dean who frowned harder than ever before.

"Vanessa, you're crazy if you think we're letting you go to hell to talk with Lucifer." Sam scoffed in disbelief that she would even suggest that.

"It's a good thing I am crazy then isn't it. Because I'm going and you're not coming with me."

"Excuse me?" Sam's mouth gaped as he blinked at her. "If you think I would let you walk into hell alone you're out of your mind."

"I won't be alone, I'll have Crowley there with me-"

"Crowley? Oh, because that makes me feel so much better."

"Sam, you don't get it. If you go with me you'll be seeing Lucifer again and that wall inside your head will break and I will not see that happen. I can't watch you slowly lose your mind to the point where you almost die. I've seen it once before and I can't do it for real!" Vanessa hadn't realised she'd been nearly yelling, her eyes filling with tears and her chest moving rapidly.

She'd also stood up at one point, God knows when. Bad analogy, he probably did actually.

"Hey, hey." Sam hushed her, taking her face in his hands to help calm her down. "Take a breath. Slow..."

Vanessa did what he said, finding herself calming down at his words and his touch. She'd never had so many outbursts in her life since she showed up in this world. Thank God (Death actually) for Sam.

"If you really are planning to go to Hell, which I really don't want you to. I need you to promise me you won't do anything dangerous or stupid. I want you to come back to me, just you. No archangels hitching a ride. You and you only."

Sam knew he was beat, Vanessa was stubborn and she see Lucifer one way or another. At least this way he'd know she was safe. Hopefully.

"Trust me, I have no intentions on letting either of them out." Vanessa sighed in relief at Sam's reluctant acceptance of her risky quest.

"And you're taking Dean with you. Balthazar too. I'll feel a whole lot better knowing they're with you."

"Okay." Vanessa whispered, ignoring Dean's noises of objection from behind them.

Bobby was literally too stunned to speak. And also glad Sam hadn't said his name, ain't no way in hell (literally) he'd be going to visit Lucifer.

Now came the next fun part, actually getting Crowley to agree to it. Which was easier said that done.

"Have you lost the bloody plot? Lucifer? You think the Cage has visitation hours? A little glass screen with a phone on each side? No! It doesn't, because no one is meant to talk to those inside!"

"Are you done?" Vanessa sighed, Crowley's face almost as red as his eyes. She'd forgotten how dramatic he was in his earlier seasons.

"Moose, will you please talk some sense into your girlfriend?" Crowley exhaled, a little out of breath as he looked over at Sam whose face was clouded in defeat.

"I wish I could but she's very stubborn."

"You're going to let her go to Hell? Let her talk face to face with Lucifer?"

"He's not letting me do anything. I am a grown woman, I make my own decisions and I'm telling you that I'm going to Hell whether any of you like it or not! Now are you going to help me or do I need to find myself another demon? Because I can think of plenty who'd be willing to help!"

Vanessa was very, very lucky Crowley liked her otherwise she'd be dead for talking to him in that tone. Anyone else would be.

"You know this is ridiculous, not to mention dangerous." Crowley sighed, biting the inside of his cheek as he breathed heavily through his nose.

"I know. But Ch-God gave me the spell I need so that I can safely talk to Lucifer without risking him getting out."

They didn't have to worry about Lucifer getting out, they had to worry about Vanessa going in. Which she would be... but shh that was her secret.

"What do you need?" Crowley gritted and Vanessa smiled, handing him the list of ingredients she'd need along with the instructions for the spell, which like Chuck said, were in her head the moment she woke up.

"Can you get it all?"

"Unfortunately." Crowley muttered, disappointed that there wasn't something on the list he couldn't get. He really didn't like the idea of anyone, let alone Vanessa, going to talk to Lucifer.

"Good." Vanessa nodded in satisfaction. "Dean, grab your sunscreen, we're going to Hell."

-I hope you don't mind this little plot line sort of taking over the purgatory one, which will come back soon. I just figured since Eve is dead and they have nothing else to do but wait until Castiel opens the door that they might as well spend the time trying to find Gabriel and what better way to have Vanessa meet Lucifer than visitation hours in Hell?