Title: Only The Beginning
By: Bridget McKennitt
Word Count: 318
Challenge: supernatural100's prompt winter
Contains: No warnings in as far I know that can't be extrapolated from the header itself.
Disclaimer: Supernatural is owned by Eric Kripke and other companies. They are used here without permission, and for entertainment purposes only. No challenge or infringement upon the copyright is intended, nor should any be inferred.
It was the winter of humanity's existence and Uriel couldn't be more satisfied. God's beautiful world would belong to its rightful owners, the angels. He inhaled the crisp morning air and turned back to head inside the bedroom.
Inside on the large bed slept the most beautiful angel Uriel had ever known. He watched Lucifer sleep, his chest rising and falling with every breath, before sliding into bed with him and pressing a kiss on his shoulder.
"Mmm," Lucifer moaned as he slowly woke. "Uriel."
Uriel felt the briefest flare of hellfire dance across his skin before retreating. "Forgive me," he murmured as Lucifer shifted to press kisses along Uriel's body.
"You know I prefer to be called Sam. My vessel and I have become one, after all."
"Forgive me, Sam," Uriel repeated as he gently pushed Sam back onto the bed and climbing on top of him. "Thy will be done."
Sam smiled up at him and placed a hand against Uriel's cheek. "You were always one of my favorite angels. Even my vessel was intrigued by you. When I came into my full power, I had to bring you back. Who else would I share my glory with but you, Uriel? You fell for me and brought other angels under my command."
"You are the Morning Star. Who wouldn't fall in your name?" Uriel bent his head to taste Sam's lips. "When you are ready, I have found the coordinates of the last remaining human compound. Then this world will be completely yours."
"You spoil me so, Uriel. Make sure Dean is properly distracted when our forces go out. Even with the mind adjustment I did on him, he still has his stubborn moments." Sam pressed his hand against Uriel's bare chest and Uriel moved so Sam could sit up. "This world deserves better than what the humans gave it. Soon, it'll be our turn."
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