Summary: Team Free Will's work is prevented by a Raphael-induced snowstorm, and it appears that love is very much in the air. However, the group have to fight for each other when two surprise pregnancies lead to kidnap. Please R&R!

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters. I only own Caitlyn Fox. Megan Hummel belongs to Lily Luna Snape Riddle, as does some of the plot.

A/N: Thanks for the support with the last chapter! Hope you enjoy this one!

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Of Snow, Sex and Little Monsters

Chapter Two

As the night grew colder, the group made their ways to their rooms for the night hoping that the snow would have cleared at least a little by the morning.

Castiel and Dean down to the panic room, Sam and Balthazar headed for the study, Gabriel and Megan stayed is the living room by the fire, Crowley and Caitlyn went to the spare room, while poor Bobby went to his own room, knowing he'd get very little sleep that night. All these couples in one house meant one thing only. Lots of sex. Loud, irritating sex. That night would be a damn long one and the older hunter knew that he had no hope of peace and quiet.

Yet somehow he managed to sleep quite peacefully through the whole damn lot.

As the couples dispersed, Gabriel kissed Megan's head gently, rubbing her back as they snuggled together on the couch. Megan shivered, the cold of the old house finally getting to her body and coating it in goosebumps. He clicked his fingers, covering them in a thick, soft green cotton blanket.

"Better, baby?" He asked, kissing her head again, "You feel cold."

Megan, whose body was quaking with the cold still, nodded and allowed the warmth of the blanket to take over her body. It felt wonderful for her to just be there with him, in his arms and rested against him. She watched the fire, the colour of the flames reminding her so much of Gabriel's eyes, of his warmth and of his strength.

"Megan?"

The sound of his voice stirred her from her thoughts and she looked up at him, propping herself up on her elbows.

"Yeah, Gabriel?" She replied, smiling as Gabriel's strong fingers stroked her cheek tenderly.

"I love you. Y'know that, right?" The Archangel told her, gazing deeply into her eyes.

Well, there was no place better than this. It was a romantic setting, what with it being a cold winter's night, almost Christmas, a fire blazing and just the two of them in the living room.

"You're so beautiful." He whispered, "I love you so much."

"Love you too, my little Willy Wonka." She replied, kissing him lightly.

The kiss deepened a little and Megan let out a soft sound, straddling Gabriel's lap and allowing him to pull her onto his body.


"Sam?" Balthazar said softly, the younger Winchester ignoring him as he continued to read his book, "Sammy?"

"Yes, Balthazar?" Sam replied, not even looking at his angel.

Balthazar crossed his arms and looked at his hunter, gazing at the strong and beautiful form that was Sam Winchester. He knew Sam probably didn't think him as beautiful as he thought Sam, but Sam really did love him and in the end, that was all that mattered. Yes, he could be a bloody soft touch if he wanted to! Just because he was an angel, and just because he was a bit of a cheek, sarcastic bastard, it didn't mean to say that he couldn't experience feelings.

"You look beautiful in blue."

Sam looked up, gasping as he was met with Balthazar's lips on his. They normally just ripped each other's clothes off and fucked like animals, but Sam needed a break from that. They had all night together, and damn it! He wanted to go slowly with his angel. He wanted to love him.

"Babe?" He whispered, Balthazar nuzzling him softly, "Slow tonight?"

Balthazar looked at his lover and considered his options. They had all night, it was a snowy evening, Balthazar could mojo up a bed with gorgeous thick covers and some candles, everyone else was in their own space, and they could just be together. The two of them, away from the worries of the world for a night. It sounded like pure bliss actually, now Balthazar came to think about it.

"What ever you want, my love." The angel whispered tenderly, "Would you like a bed?"

He clicked his fingers, revealing to Sam a lovely double bed covered with Egyptian cotton sheets and thick quilts which made the younger Winchester's eyes light up. It looked so warm and comfortable he didn't know what to do with himself.

"As beautiful as you look in blue," Balthazar began, "I'd rather you be red hot that blue because you've frozen to death."

Sam laughed and kissed his angel, grinning as Balthazar walked him back towards that comfortable looking bed.


Castiel gasped as Dean slid his hands over his torso that had finally been revealed thanks to Dean's skilled hands.

The two shared a deep kiss, Castiel running his hands over Dean's beautiful, perfect back. The panic room was incredibly cold, but Castiel, being the amazing angel he was, had managed to heat the room up a lot. Dean had been shivering considerably and he knew the hunter wasn't good with coping with cold weather. Breaking their kiss, Castiel looked into those beautiful eyes of Dean's and pressed his forehead to his charge's, desperate to keep him close.

"Where would I be without you?" He asked suddenly, Dean pulling back a little to gaze at his angel with confusion.

"If anyone should be asking that, Cas, it should be me." He said, "Not you."

"Dean..."

"Cas, you pulled me out of Hell." Dean said sternly, "And I have never once thanked you for that. I've never thanked you for anything and you've done so much for me...for us."

"And without you, I wouldn't have gotten through the fight against the Apocalypse." Castiel whispered, kissing the hunter and nuzzling him gently, "I have you to thank for many things, Dean. I love you."

"And I love you, you feathered bastard." Dean replied, Castiel realising he'd brought tears to his lover's eyes, and upon noticing the angel's concern, Dean kissed him and smiled, "I'm alright, just gimme a minute."

He sat up and wiped his eyes, knowing that there was no point in hiding his emotions from Castiel. Castiel joined him and kissed him gently, rubbing his back gently. It wasn't the first time that the angel had said things which had touched Dean's heart to the point where he'd tear up. The hunter had been assured that it was okay to cry, that it was alright to be emotional. Dean's fear of getting attached was soon taken away by Castiel and Dean was so goddamn grateful for that too.

"Dean, I'm cold." He whispered, "I need warming up..."

Dean smiled and grabbed his angel, kissing him deeply and laying him back against the pillows of the bed in the panic room, wrapping them both in the blanket as they considered their beautiful passion play. Castiel sighed as Dean leaned into his neck, knowing he'd be getting some amazing loving tonight.


Crowley watched Caitlyn brush her auburn curls, noticing how deep the sadness in her eyes was. He really hoped to God he hadn't put that sadness there. He was trying his best to be good to her, to give her the very best. He was just struggling with the love part. He felt love for her, there was no denying that. It was just getting those three words out of his mouth in return to hers that was the problem. He was trying so damn hard, and he feared he was hurting her more and more with each time he didn't say 'I love you' back to her.

He caught sight of the goosebumps on her back, and he couldn't resist sitting on the bed with his legs on either side of hers, holding her around the front and moving her hair so he could pay attention to her cold skin. He looked in the mirror and saw her close her eyes, her lips part and curve into a gentle smile.

"Hey, handsome." She whispered, opening those beautiful eyes and meeting his straight away.

"Hey, gorgeous." He replied, "Do I ever tell you how beautiful you are?"

"Yes, you tell me a lot." Caitlyn said softly, "Sometimes I can't believe you think that of me."

"Why would you say that?" Crowley asked, immediately wishing he hadn't when he saw the look on her face, "Darling, you are beautiful. You're stunning, I swear."

"Thank you." She replied, "That's really sweet. I love you."

Crowley did his usual and replied with a soft smile and a kiss. He knew that he had to say it back sooner or later, or he'd lose her, pure and simple. He just had to word it right.

"Sweetheart, I know you never hear me say it back," He began, "But...you know how hard I find this relationship stuff...and I want you to know that I feel the same way that you do. I just can't put it into words...They won't come out when I try to say them..."

"You love me too?" Caitlyn asked, her face a picture of shock.

Crowley nodded and Caitlyn turned, pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss.

-TBC-


The next chapter will feature lots of sexytime!

Hope you enjoyed!

Thanks for reading so far!

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