Ketch Me as I Fall

The phone was forgotten in my hand, and I didn't even bother to end the call before I took a step forward and appeared in the bunker. My sudden appearance spooked Dean, who had his phone in hand, ready to call me back. I looked around him, finding Ketch in one of the seats around the map table, battered, worn, wide-eyed, but alive.

"That was fast," Dean commented, sliding the phone into his back pocket.

"Ya, I'll try to explain later." I looked between the two men and around the bunker. "The wards are holding."

"About that." Dean continued. "What the fuck did you use?"

"Everything I could find that wouldn't incinerate Cas, Cael, or Jack on contact." I shrugged. "But that's not important. What the fuck is going on out there?"

"We were hoping you would know," Ketch said from behind Dean.

My eyes softened as they found his again. "I have no idea."

"Great," Dean grumbled. "Guess we're back to square one then."

"Where's Sam?" I asked, noticing our younger brother missing.

"He's talking to Mrs. Butters. Trying to figure out if she knows what's going on." Dean gestured in the general area of the kitchen, where the dryad spent most of her time. "You'll have to call Elly and company back. They're not answering my calls."

"Right. What about the angel squad?" I nodded as I took my phone out again.

"Cas hasn't called yet, but I'm sure he's fine. Cael went to Heaven to see if he could help at all. And Jack is outside, trying to find out if there's anything he can do to protect this place more." Dean listed off.

I nodded more and dialed Elly's number. "Please pick up…please pick up…please…"

"What's going on?" Her voice was hushed when she finally answered.

"Guessing you haven't had a chance to look outside yet?" I assumed.

"No, we've been in Walmart for the last hour-ish." That explained the muffle of other voices behind hers. "Alex, what's wrong?"

"I need you to come back asap." It wasn't a suggestion as it came out of my mouth. "I'll try to explain when you get here."

The line was dead before I could hear her agree, but I knew she would make sure they got back alive. She always had and this would make no difference, semi-apocalypse or not.

"They're on their way back," I announced to the room. "Do we know nothing at…"

"It was God," Sam announced, coming into the room with Mrs. Butters on his heels.

"How do you know that?" Dean and I asked in unison.

"He made a video." Sam extended his phone to us, a YouTube clip already pulled up at fullscreen.

Even before we hit play, we could see the face of God staring back at us, smiling. That had never been a good thing. And things didn't get much better when Sam hit play.

"Dear stupid, useless, pathetic humans." God started, his voice dripping with malice. "As you've probably noticed, shit has hit the proverbial fan for you. You see, this Earth was my favorite plaything. I had such pride and joy for what you would become and watching you grow was magnificent." The smile on his face was more of a sneer than anything genuine. 

"But then some of you had to go and sour my fun by creating things so foul that now, I must punish you all for it." His face fell, revealing the dark, soulless being behind the mask. "Now I don't want to have to do this. There's just nothing left for me to do than punish you all for their mistakes. But…" He paused, holding up a finger. "If someone can bring me the bodies of these people, and the disgusting things they've created, then I'll restore your Earth to its former glory. And we can forget this ever happened." 

He paused again, and our faces; Sam, Dean, Mary, Bobby, Jody, Donna, Claire, Charlie, Cas, Ketch, Jack, Elly, Lucifer, Ally…everyone that we knew and called a family, flashed across the screen. "Now, how do I convince you to do this? How do you know that I'm telling the truth? Or that I even know what's going on and I'm not just some thug trying to get revenge out of the apocalypse? Well, I'm God. The one and only. The father, son, and holy spirit. I'll even prove it to you." We all turned sharply from the screen as it suddenly burst into radiant white light. Even through the screen we could feel its warmth, and hear the mumblings of Enochian that followed his true form. 

"Now," He continued as we looked back to the screen, "You'll get a month to find and destroy the people I've named. If you can, I'll keep my word. But if you leave even one of them alive, I'll leave you to crumble." And just like that, the video ended.

I looked up at Sam, "How many views does that have?"

"Half a billion." He answered, his voice soft, tired, and scared.

"Right." It was all I had to say. What else could I say? God himself had just condemned us all and told all of humanity to murder us. We were going to be walking targets.

The door to the bunker opened then, and Elly, Lucifer, Jack, and Ally walked in. They all looked disheveled and on edge. Elly's lightening blue eyes found mine and held so many questions before she even opened her mouth.

"We can explain later," I said before she got a word out. "For now just…stay inside."

Elly nodded. "We'll still need supplies."

"We have some stores in the basement, and if we need more we can send Mrs. Butters…"

"Boy, if you even start to think that I am going out into whatever mess you've started…" The old dryad huffed as she interrupted Dean. "Then you are not as smart as I thought you were."

I smiled softly at the dig before my lips fell into a hard line again. She was right. We couldn't risk sending anyone out right now. Not when we were all targets. And it wouldn't just be god himself looking for us. Every monster that had just been released from Hell would be on us before we knew it. Everything we had worked so hard for had been ruined in a matter of hours. We had managed to stop the apocalypse before but that had been when it was just Michael and…

"Michael…" I said more to myself than anyone else.

"What about him?" Lucifer asked as he got closer to us all.

"Just…if Hell really got split open then our Michael…" I started.

"Is out of the cage and walking topside…" Lucifer finished, a familiar look coming into his eyes. "Are you thinking what I think you are, doll?"

"We'd have three archangels and two Nephilim descended from an archangel, that has to be enough to do it." I nodded.

"Do what?" Ketch asked from where he still sat at the table. I studied him then. He seemed fine, or at least in one piece, but at least he was alive.

"When Lucifer was still trying to convince me to join him and be his vessel." I started to explain. "He told me about this thing that would be able to shut Hell forever if it came down to an apocalypse. As a sort of fail-safe in case he lost, or changed his mind. I thought he was just lying to me about it to convince me he wasn't all that bad."

"I never lied to you," Lucifer said softly. "I still don't."

"I know." I smiled at him, just enough to tell him it was ok. "I looked into it after you got slammed into the cage. And there is something that we could use to close it up." A headache began to form in my temples. "But we needed more power than we ever had. But now…"

"Now we have the potential for just enough." Lucifer finished. "Even if we can't convince Gabe to come back, or we find Michael as a psychological mess. The kids make it even."

"But wouldn't that mean you'd be trapped there?" Dean asked deep concern on his face.

"Only if I was in Hell when the doors were sealed," I said, shaking my head a little. "As long as I was on this side, I'd be fine. Right?"

Lucifer shrugged. "I haven't looked into that ritual since we used a similar one to put the Leviathan's in purgatory. It could very well pull all of the things out here and put them back where they came from, just like that one does."

"It's a risk we'll have to look more into…"

"It's a risk we can not take." Ketch interrupted me, finally standing from his seat. "I just thought I was going to have to fight for you again. Or that I would never get you back. I am not going to lose you just to save the world."

"This isn't something we're going to discuss," I said, staring him down. "If this is what we have to do, then it's what I'm going to help do."

"What about me? What about our child you just fought so hard for?" He said, his graphite eyes growing darker. Or had they already been that dark? "Are you just going to abandon us?"

"I wouldn't…" I shook my head. "We can talk about this later."

Ketch shook his head, grabbed my arm as gently as he could, and started to tow me down towards the hallway and away from the discussion. "We'll have it now."

I didn't argue more as he continued to pull me down the hallway. Though I fumed just under the skin until he pulled open our bedroom door and threw me inside.

"What the fuck is…" There wasn't much more I could say before I was up against the door, his lips against mine.

"I've been waiting since you stepped out of thin air to do that." He breathed against my lips.

I huffed. "Is that why you made a scene?"

"No," His voice was low and rough. "I 'made a scene' because I really don't like that plan of yours. But we can talk about that after."

"After what?" I kissed him this time. Long, slow, and heated.

"After I thoroughly convince you how stupid it would be to live apart from me again." He growled the words. "After I make you beg to never leave my side again."

"That's quite the challenge." I mocked, even as the need already began to rise in me. 

It had been too long since we had had a moment to ourselves like this. Too long since I had his hands roam over me like this. Too long since I had had his body pressed against mine. Way too long since he'd whispered devilish nothings into my ear. Unbearably too long since his lips had kissed me this way.

I didn't push away when he slid his hand down my chest and deftly undid the button of my jeans. My back arched into him as he slid them from my waist and to the floor. His hand slid between my legs, running over my core. 

"You're so warm." He murmured against my neck, his fingers sliding my panties to the side.

I whimpered when a finger slipped inside. God I had missed this so much. I could feel my face flush as Ketch continued to work me with his finger. Steadily pushing in and out until I knew his hand was drenched. His free hand wound through my hair and gripped onto my head, pulling it back so he could bite my neck. 

"Arthur," I murmured as another finger joined the first.

"Begging already, love?" He teased, "I haven't even started yet."

I wanted to curse at him, tell him to stop playing with me and fuck me, but there was little I could do before his lips were on mine again and my words of defiance were swallowed. I sucked in a breath of air when he pulled back again and whined when his fingers slid from me too. I took a step forward, ready to follow him to the bed, but he grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back against the door.

"Not yet." Was all he said before he crouched before me, rough hands taking my thighs. "Not until I'm done with you." He tapped my inner thigh and I stepped wider for him. "Good girl."

His hands slid up my thighs to my hips, taking them roughly in his hands and pinning my lower half to the door. It almost broke me right then when his dark charcoal eyes stayed locked with mine, and his tongue dragged over me. One of my hands wound into his hair then, gripping his head as he continued to taste me. 

"Arthur," I moaned as he flicked his tongue over my clit.

I threw my head back against the door as he did it again, lost in the sudden, blinding bliss it caused. His hands tightened on my hips, nails digging in until I looked back down at him. His steel grey eyes were molten.

"I want you to look at me when I make you cum." the vibrations from the words alone almost did me in.

I obeyed, my hand in his hair gripping tighter the more his tongue lapped at me. I nearly screamed his name when he pulled the tiny bundle of nerves into his mouth and sucked on it. All the while, those molten steel eyes devoured the rest of me. His mouth was merciless. Sucking, tugging, and licking over and over again until I couldn't take any more. I was afraid I would lose control and dig my nails too far into his skull when the bliss finally overwhelmed me. I could feel his hands tighten against my hips as they started to shake, and his tongue worked faster, harder to keep me over the edge until the only thing I knew was his name.

When he finally pulled away, having had enough of me, there was a greedy smile on his face. I almost lost my will to breathe when he licked his lips.

"Shall we?" A teasing, useless, question.

I nearly dragged him from his knees and to the bed, a course laugh leaving him as I threw him to it and straddled him. He threw his arms behind his head, smiling wider as I slowly removed my shirt, and then my bra. He grabbed my ass then, kneading it. A low hum came from my chest as I settled on top of him, I could feel just how hard he was beneath his slacks. 

I leaned forward until I could whisper in his ear. "I'm going to give you exactly what you need. Just enough to keep so you 'never leave my side again'." I repeated his words, almost purring them.

"I would gladly take anything you have to off…" Ketch' words cut off as I rolled my hips, grinding over him.

I put my arms behind my back, grabbing onto his thighs for balance, and rocked again. We both groaned at the movement. It was like we had both forgotten how amazing this was. Or how good we were together, like this.

I faced him as I rode him, only the thin fabric of my panties and his pants separating us. His hands took my hips again, guiding them as I pushed back and forth against him. The friction alone sent me closer to another edge until his grip tightened.

"Up." He growled.

I pushed up expecting him to unbuckle, unzip, anything but flip us over. But even when I hit the soft mattress and he was looming over me, I wasn't going to complain. Even when he was suddenly grabbing my hips to lift me more, strip my panties from me, and toss them aside.

His smoldering gaze raked over my naked body, taking in every last inch of me. He leaned forward and kissed me gently before pulling away once more to undress. I moaned softly as more and more of him was revealed. The body I had missed so much. The sculpted muscles that rippled beneath ivory skin. The many dusty rose, raised scars that peppered his skin. And when he unbuckled his belt, the movement was menacing. But I didn't fear him. I never really had. And when he finally freed himself, I nearly begged him for it. Instead, I pulled my knees up, then let them fall wide, taunting him. 

Ketch muttered a curse as he returned to me, kneeling between my legs. He leaned over me, using his hands to push my wrists over my head before restraining them with one. With the the other, he positioned himself before pushing in to the hilt. Fuck it had been so long. The fullness of it made me gasp and he stilled. I looked up into his shark-grey eyes and found concern rimming the lust there. I smiled and rolled my hips against his.

In…out…

In…out…

In. Out.

In.

It was there that he seemed to understand, seemed to know I was used to him again like a long lost puzzle piece finally in the right spot. He leaned over me again and I threaded my fingers through his dark hair. I kissed him deeply and he growled against my lips as his hips shot forward, wrenching a moan from me in response.

He kissed me harder as he surged into me. His hair was disheveled from my frantic grip. "How do you always make me lose control?" He murmured against my lips.

"I've never asked you to hold back." I panted against his.

It was as if I had challenged him with those words. He pulled back, almost all the way out, and rammed back in, taking my breath away with it.

"Is that all you've got?" I managed to say.

"That was a warm-up, love." I could swear his eyes were black now.

This time his hands took my hips and pulled me further to him as he thrust again. I moaned out, lifting to meet him again and again. And he rocked into me, our bodies in sync and moving together until I was on the edge once again. I moved my hands from his hair, wanting to feel more of him. To feel the way his chest rose and fell with every pant of breath. And I knew he was enjoying me watching him, studying him, as if we were both transfixed by the other. 

The tension gathering in my core was almost enough, almost there. Just a little more, a little bit longer…

His hips faltered, thrusts becoming sloppy and needy. I was just as close as I was. He threw his head back, staring at the ceiling, and roared. Another two brutal stabs of his hips and we were both falling over the edge of bliss. My back arched and my vision blurred. I could hear him praising my name as my core clenched around him.

Hot. Blinding. Bliss.

It continued on and on and on…

When it had subsided, and there was nothing left to give. He collapsed next to me, eyes shut. A low, satisfied sound rumbled from his chest. I nuzzled into his neck, his breath tickling my ear. I listened to the way his heart thundered in his chest, and closed my eyes too.

I wasn't sure how much time had passed when there was a knock on the door. Still hazy, I leaned up off of Ketch' chest, processing the sound before trying to answer.

"What?" I called.

"You're gonna want to see this." came Elly's soft voice.

She didn't sound concerned, in danger, or rushed. But there was still something to her voice that made me get out of bed and dress a little quicker than normal.

"Off already?" Ketch asked lazily.

"Yes, and you probably should too. She sounded…I don't know." I threw his pants at him. "But I think it's important."

It didn't take any more convincing to get him also out of bed. I waited to leave the room until he was dressed and behind me. I could hear murmurs of conversation coming from the map room as we went down the hallway. What could've happened already?

"What's going…?" I started to ask as we rounded the corner, but the words stopped in my throat as I took in the room.

There was Lucifer, Elly, and Ally, standing off to the side of the table. Cael and Jack sat on either side of Cas as they talked in low voices. And Sam and Dean sat on either side of an individual I had never seen before.

They looked to be just over twenty. They wore faded, dark blue jeans, a black t-shirt, and a brown leather jacket. Their long brown hair was tied back into a ponytail. Their soft ivory-colored skin was free of any scars or blemishes. Their soft pink lips were pulled up into a delicate smile. Their face itself was something between that of a man and a woman, with sharp cheekbones but still delicate features. It wasn't until I focused on their eyes that it clicked who they were. One of them was a deep amber brown, and the other was a beautiful slate grey.

"Kore?" I breathed.