Hi readers, this is the eighth and possibly the final story in my Dean and Tess saga. This story discusses angels, past secrets and the future. Again I took the story title from a song called Sweet Surrender by Sarah McLachlan because I love the song and it just seemed to fit into my story idea and helped me with the flow I kept it as the title.

Tess and Trin appear in this story as do Castiel, Sachael as well as new characters specifically written in this story.

I hope that you like the new ideas I have put into the story because as I've mentioned before I only borrow the characters from Eric Kripke and I like to adapt what happens into something different so I hope you enjoy the story as much as I have enjoyed writing it.

Don't forget guys reviews are love!

Chapter 1:

Her feet were cold as she skipped across the floor towards him but somehow that didn't matter. He smiled that deep and sensual smile that he used only for her as he held out his hand for her to take.

The floor no longer felt cold she felt nervous and excited all at the same time.

Feeling the familiar jolt of electricity shoot through her body she smiled up at him. She took in his big blue eyes, thick dark brown hair and a smile that was so beautiful even if it was at times rare.

She was wearing a white dress with no adornment and he was wearing a white shirt and white trousers.

Reaching out to caress and straighten his tie she whispered, 'Do we have to speak?' electricity jolted through her finger tips and straight to her heart.

Nodding as he looked down at her she took a deep breath.

The large marble pillars reached straight up into the sky and as she peeked up the clouds parted showing off speckles of tiny stars that sparkled.

'We just have to tell them how we feel.' His hand clasped hers tighter as they wandered down the marble corridor towards the large door.

Knocking on the heavy wooden doors she waited until a dark suited angel opened the door allowing them entrance. 'You are just on time.'

Nodding they wandered towards another set of doors. Other angels bustled past with paper and more papers they barely looked at Castiel and Sachael as they sped around.

Her bare feet didn't make a sound as they suddenly felt the change from cold tile floors to a thick deep carpet. A long table stood in front of them and six angels were sat at ornamental chairs.

'Castiel,' he bowed deeply and reverently as the deep booming voice of the head angel.

'Sachael,' his voice shuddered through to her soul. They had let go of each other's hands as they stepped into the room.

She missed the closeness of him but she heard his voice whisper in her mind, 'Be calm.'

She bowed as deeply as Castiel and kept her eyes lowered. She was considered slightly lower in the caste of angels and she felt her presence wasn't exactly welcome.

'We are here to hear your issues. Thank you for coming.'

Paper shuffled on the table and the voice simply said, 'A lot of your brothers and sisters have been here to discuss a similar thing in the past. As you already know it is not considered correct or necessary. We are enlightened beings that do not need to feel that particular closeness to one another.'

He frowned down at the papers before him, 'Our love for our Father and our duty towards him should be paramount. Other interests such as our care towards those humans who pray and ask for our advice should be equally important rather than fondness or "love" for one.'

His long fingers air quoted around the word love and his voice took on a sarcastic tone.

'Both of you should know that we should consider ourselves enlightened beings who should not wish for such baseness as a marriage.'

The words love and marriage he spat out with serious distain.

Castiel looked up, 'We just wish to belong to one another as well as everyone else.' He looked back down, 'Our duty to our Father would not be questioned by such a simple request.'

Shaking his head the main angel said, 'Castiel your soul belongs to your Father. You cannot consider yourself belonging to one other we are all here for the purpose of helping those who pray to God and being there for our Father as his soldiers.'

Feeling anger rising she looked at him Sachael spoke for the first time, 'We care for one another! I've found the other part of my soul but I still believe that I can give myself to my Father as well. We belong to one another and I cannot see myself without him. The last time I checked we were not flouting any law written or discussed within God's commandments.'

She found herself holding back everything else she wanted to shout but found she shivered in the effort to keep desperately calm.

The angels looked at one another then nodded again, 'We will have to discuss this. We will notify you once we have discussed the matter further.'

They left the room and his hand soon found hers. She felt the jolt of electricity run up her spine making her feel ecstasy at his touch, 'I cannot stay here Castiel. Can we go somewhere?'

Looking up at the stars she felt her wings erupt and flourish from her back. Their sweet release made her sigh as she let the long feathers extend and feel the air caress them. It was what she considered a sweet surrender.

As the air touched her she felt its touch like a bubble burst softly and pop and fizz. She felt everything all at once. It was almost euphoric just the thrill of allowing them to erupt and feel the breeze.

She didn't mind being encased in a vessel but at times her true visage wished for its complete freedom. Castiel sighed as he touched them with his hands. He loved the fact she had a purple tinge to each feather. An almost pearlescent sheen to them and he couldn't stop his fingers from reaching out to caress them.

Castiel's wings erupted too and touched hers tingling as the feathers crossed and caressed one another. His were pure white and equally as beautiful as they caught the light from the moon.

Taking a deep breath they flew up into the stars holding hands tightly enraptured by their sweet surrender and being one.