That year, he obeyed the Lord's command and rescued him from hell.
"Trust me," he said, spreading his wings.
He gazed at him for a long time, then lowered his head and kissed him. From that moment on, his faith, blood, soul, and glory all bore the other's name.
He taught him love, family, freedom, and rebellion.
From then on, he fell from heaven for him, died and was destroyed for him again and again, and betrayed his brothers and sisters time after time.
They endured countless brushes with death, as well as betrayal and grief.
But in the end, can he make his love the glory that guards the other's wings?
Spn fanfic and it's DC. . . . . . So excited!!!!!!!