Chapter Two: Meetings

When the sun rose, golden and burning in the dark blue sky, Castiel went to the window of his room, and looked at land on the horizon. He, Samandriel and Michel would journey to that distant land today. Castiel had not journeyed there in many years, not since the last bloody battles of the war had been fought. Those memories were filled with ghosts now, a ghost that he had loved, that he had wanted to be with until the sun collapsed in on itself and the moon crumbled. That was all gone now, and he had to think of his intended, the green eyed skinwalker.

He sighed softly before he went to the basin in the corner of the room, and filled it with water so he could wash himself. There was no mirror on the wall because he possessed no reflection, he had never possessed one. The only reason he knew what he looked like was because his father had commissioned a painting of him when he came of age. He had stopped aging when he turned twenty five, as all vampires did.

When he was finished washing, he got dressed in black trousers, a white shirt and midnight blue velvet knee length coat. He raked his fingers through his perpetually unruly hair, and then went to Samandriel's room to make sure his brother was awake. When he entered, he found Samandriel dressed much the same as himself, but Samandriel's coat was burgundy.

"Are you ready to leave, brother?" he smiled, extending his hand towards Samandriel.

He nodded and smiled slightly before taking Castiel's hand and letting himself be led from his room.

Michel waited for them in the foyer, his pale eyes followed he and Samandriel as they descended the stairs.

"Good morning, brother," Castiel smiled. "Let us be on our way."

"Very good, brother," Michel replied with a slight curve of his lips.

The day was warm as they sprinted through the forest, expertly dodging tree branches and leaping over the gurgling stream that acted as the limit between their and the skinwalkers' territories. As his feet hit the ground, Castiel felt déjà vu rush up to meet him. He remembered fighting on this ground, blood making the now clear stream crimson, as bodies of both vampire and skinwalker floated downstream. His skin crawled at the memory of such death.

"Brother?" Samandriel said curiously, as he and Michel waited for Castiel.

Castiel turned to them and shook his head, "I am fine. Just memories. Let us carry on."

The sun rose higher in the sky as they approached the skinwalkers, and then the scent of them washed over the three vampires. They immediately stilled and waited for their past enemies to make themselves known. Slowly, the skinwalkers revealed themselves from out of the thick undergrowth of the forest floor. They were led by a sleek golden cat with piercing green eyes, who was followed closely by a larger dark brown cat with hazel eyes.

The golden feline stared at Castiel for what seemed an age before he let out a low purr and suddenly shifted into a man. A beautiful man with golden skin and hair, his face was strong with a short nose, large green eyes and full, defined lips. His stance was that of controlled grace, that of a creature whose humanity and animal core lived in delicate balance.

Castiel could not help but let his gaze drift lower. The golden skinwalker was completely naked, as was to be expected. His body looked as if it had been sculpted out of some precious golden stone. His shoulders rippled with muscle, his arms were well defined, and his moulded pectorals led into a long torso with tight abdominal muscles. His waist was slim and deep lines of muscle flowed in a v to his genitals, which were nestled between lithe powerful thighs. Castiel could feel his mouth go dry and his cock harden at the beauty before him. He knew that this gorgeous creature would probably smell his pungent arousal, and he hoped the skinwalker returned his feelings.

The dark brown cat beside the leader also shifted into human form, and despite the golden skinwalker being quite tall, this man towered over him. Castiel sensed Samandriel tense beside him and he gazed curiously at his younger brother. Samandriel's mouth was partially open, and Castiel could surmise that his brother emotions were a mix of fear, shock and deep arousal. He looked at the very tall skinwalker, and saw that he was regarding Samandriel with noticeable desire.

An older skinwalker approached Michel and shook his hand, before he said, "It's good to see you again, Michel. It seems that we can finally have our leaders join and make our unlikely alliance permanent."

Michel nodded, "It is good to see you, Robert. I agree. This is a joyous occasion indeed."

Robert approached Castiel, "It's good to meet you. I'm Bobby, Dean and Sam's advisor and right hand man."

Castiel smiled, "It is good to meet you, Bobby. This is my brother Samandriel."

Samandriel also smiled, his pale skin slightly flushed from the tall skinwalker's unwavering regard.

"I think it would be prudent for us to commence with the introductions," Michel smoothly interjected.

Bobby nodded and walked over to the skinwalkers' leader, "This is Dean Winchester, the leader of our tribe, and this is his brother, Samuel, who we call Sam."

Dean and Sam inclined their heads and returned to their catlike stance, neither of them speaking.

Michel motioned to Castiel and Samandriel, "As I am sure you have deduced, this is Castiel Novak, the leader of our people, and our younger brother, Samandriel."

Castiel and Samandriel also inclined their heads, but Castiel did not remain silent, "We are pleased to finally meet you, Dean and Sam. We hope that you do not find us wanting in any way."

From the look of pure possessive want on Sam's face, Castiel decided that he definitely did not find Samandriel to be lacking in any regard. When he looked at Dean, however, he could not discern any kind of emotion from his lovely face. His expression was like a mask, and his green eyes burned with an enigmatic light that both confused and aroused Castiel.

"Let us proceed to the signing of the treaty," suggested Bobby.

Castiel and Dean both nodded before the entire party turned and began the trek into the heart of the skinwalkers' territory.

Dean could not help but surreptitiously gaze at his intended as they neared Dean's home. From the moment he had seen Castiel, he had hoped that he was the one who would belong to him. It was quite obvious that Sam wanted the golden haired child beside Castiel, who gazed at Sam from under his lashes and fidgeted under Sam's intense stare.

Dean observed the way Castiel moved with effortless grace, his body the picture of perfect posture. He was every inch the noble leader, with his velvet coat and unwavering azure eyes, which seemed to glow against his porcelain complexion. The only thing which Dean found to be out of place with this controlled demeanour, was Castiel's unruly mop of raven hair. It looked as if he had restlessly run his fingers through it, or as if someone else had. Dean's inner feline instantly hissed with the thought of someone else giving and taking pleasure from this blue eyed prince. He was Dean's now, and Dean meant to keep him.