The full moon danced out in the clouds, the scent of the salty water in the bathtub filled the air, lapping against the ceramic tub.

Slowly, Gabriel emerged out from the under the water. He brushed back his slick hair, combing his fingers through the wet strands. His skin glistened in the light all the way to his hips where his scales formed out into a beautiful golden tail. He flicked his tail, splashing against the water. A wicked smile crossed his lips as he caught scent of his prey. Sam was in the other room. The nerd was still studying. He was going to be a lawyer, and Gabriel was going to do everything in his power to make that dream of his come true.

With that in mind, he took in a deep breath and began to sing. The dulcet melody lifted softly at first, flitting through the air. A song that would calm and soothe his mate.

Sam was in the living room when his wolf ears flicked up, the sound of something mesmerising making him suddenly stop typing. It twisted around his mind, relaxing him, calming him. But his wolf was bounding inside him, begging him to get up and move. His mate was singing. Gabriel never sang. Being a merman, he had powers in his voice. But he was singing. Sam took a quick sniff in the air, and he could scent his mate in the bathroom, taking a bath.

Gabriel was singing. And his voice was beautiful. Louder and louder his voice got, even though Gabriel was barely whispering. But this was Sam's mate, and he was in-tuned to his mate. He no longer had control over himself as he changed his course and got up, making his way towards his mate.

He made his way across the apartment until he reached the bathroom door. Pushing it open he could no longer see anything but the beautiful angel singing in the bathtub. His very beauty was staggering and Sam stood, stunned. Their eyes met. Gabriel was slightly shocked, but he smiled.

"Hey baby," Gabriel said, leaning up against the lip of the tub, with an alluring smile, motioning for Sam to come closer. Sam complied, kneeling down onto the ground. The merman smirked, leaning up to kiss him. It was just a light peck on his mouth, before he slid back into the water.

No, it wasn't enough. Sam reached for him, sliding closer to the tub onto the tiles, his fingers grazing against the soft, slick skin of Gabriel arms, his chest, wanting more.

"Sam," Gabriel reached up again.

But Sam didn't listen, his lovely mate had lured him in, and now he was going to take. The water was surprisingly warm as he leaned in, wrapping his hand around Gabriel's bicep, the other encircling his waist, massaging against his hard shimmering scales. He pressed his lips against Gabriel's, tasting the sweet and saltiness of his lips.

Gabriel moaned, his eyes wide. He hadn't expected this to happen. Sam's kisses were rushed, full of passion as his hunger grew. His hands roamed lower, meeting the scales and gripping against them. Gabriel wrapped his arms around Sam's body, lowering him into the water until the wolf was straddling over his tail.

Gabriel splashed his tail against the water and Sam leaned back, sitting on his mate's lap. He was kneeling in the tub, his jeans and the bottom half of his shirt was drenched in the water. He looked up to see Gabriel, the beautiful merman, with his whiskey gold eyes blown wide.

"I…sorry, I don't know what I'm doing," Sam stuttered, pulling himself out of the tub. "I just couldn't help myself,"

Gabriel stopped him, he reached out and grabbed a handful of Sam's hair, holding him still without hurting him. He pulled Sam back into the tub, the water lapping around them.

"Never play with a merman's heart, Sammy-boy." Gabriel murmured, his voice a low grown and his eyes flashing bright gold. His teeth sharpened into fangs. Sam knew what he was doing, he was playing with a siren, a sexual being. One who enjoyed sex, yet he was doing nothing to quell his thirst. "Never leave them wanting,"

Sam wanted to lean back, to get away, he wanted Gabriel yes, but he wasn't sure he was ready for that yet, at least he didn't think so. He was transfixed to those gorgeous eyes. The scent of safety and mate, want and desire filled his nose. He didn't want to leave. He was silent, dropping himself onto the merman, pushing Gabriel's hair from his face.

"I love you, Sam." Gabriel murmured, looking into his bright eyes.

Sam sucked in a breath, his heart filling with warmth. "I love you too,"

"But you must be punished," Gabriel stated dominatingly, and Sam couldn't help but whimper into submission. "You don't understand how much I want you,"

"Then why not take me?" Sam asked, his ears laying low on his long hair, he peered up through his lashes. He knew why Gabriel was waiting, why he wouldn't go further than this with him.

Sam wanted him just as bad. But he was such a prude.

"You know why," The merman answered, flicking his tail up to slap Sam's back. Sam grunted, swishing his wet furry tail against those scales. God they were so soft. "Now are you going to be a good boy?"

Sam wrinkled his nose, he never liked it when someone called him a 'good boy', but it was different with his mate. He heard the love and care behind those words. They weren't a taunt or a jibe, they were filled with love.

He leaned back against the ceramic of the tub, pulling Sam in closer until the wolf's head lay on his chest. He closed his eyes and just letting his mates' scent envelope around him. Sam watched him as they lay still on the water. He looked so beautiful, so serene. He laid his head back onto Gabriel's chest and listen to the heavy thud of his heartbeat. The air was scented with the sweet smell of his mate, and the mix of aloe and rock salt in the water, in aid to soothe and aches they may have had.

Sam knew today would not be the day. He was allured by the sound of Gabriel's singing, of his beautiful siren voice as he rested. But at least he got a kiss. And slowly, Sam felt his body relax under the warm water, the soothing scent of his mate filling his nose.

Dean awoke to the most wondrous feeling in the world.

He was warm, safe, protected. He felt whole, like his entire life had slotted in to each and every piece perfectly. He didn't want to open his eyes, he didn't want to break out from this perfect dream world. But his body didn't listen. His nose picked up the amazing scent around him, his body tried to move, but he found couldn't. He sensed no threat, but he was still a little alarmed. What was holding him down?

He peered through one eye to see a large mass of purple tinged limbs over him, a large lump of twisting and turning tentacles sitting delicately on his chest. His arms were wrapped inside the mass. Flexing his hands, he could feel soft warm skin under the pads of his fingers, and a wiry heat under the other.

Cas.

Cas?

The octopus shifter was sleeping under his tentacles, wrapping them both under the thick mass of his legs. Was this a way he protected himself? If so, he was also protecting Dean as well. The wolf grinned with glee.

The octopus moved, his tentacles fidgeting and wrapping tighter around Dean, holding his arms and legs in place. Dean could hear his soft snores as he breathed out on Dean's chest. He was listening to his heartbeat, Dean was sure of it. He shuddered, wrapping his arms tighter around his mate. He was so glad that they were finally at this point in their relationship. His mate trusted him, he wasn't afraid of him. He lay sleeping, in his most vulnerable state, and trusted Dean not to do anything.

This was his mate!

Dean still couldn't believe it.

He lay there, basking in the scent of his content mate, happy and healthy. He was so mad for this man. Would this happen every morning? Dean wished they would, they'd be wrapped in one another, just enjoying the dewy morning as the sunlight filtered through the curtains.

He looked down at his mate, thinking about their future now that they were together. Dean didn't want Castiel to hide his gorgeous tentacles. Why he though they were such a burden, Dean didn't understand. They were so beautiful, eight thick, powerful legs with those large red suckers, tapering into fat points. They felt warm and firm wrapped around him.

Those tentacles held his pretty mate up, they moved him around. Those tentacles were the one thing that brought Castiel to Dean. They were the ones that had gotten Castiel to the school entrance, to the edge of the bench where he had sat down. That was where Dean had perfect view of him. He still remembered the first time he had seen his mate. The scent of ink stung his nose at first, it was heavy and intensely sweet smelling, but it was the heady scent of salt water and thunder that made Dean salivate. Benny had to hold him back before he did anything rash, like rush up there, pick up Castiel and just take him away.

But by the time he had calmed his alpha wolf down, Castiel had gone.

When Dean caught sight of him again later that morning, the poor octopus shifter was being pushed around by the douche bag Alastair, that asshole hyena shifter had another thing coming if he ever though to mess with Dean's mate. Wanting to speak to his mate, Dean had turned to where he had fallen. But once again, Castiel had run away.

It wasn't until he had been introduced to the class was when he smelled that intoxicating scent of thunder and salt water again. When he looked up he saw Castiel sitting there, his beautiful blue eyes were wide, as was his mouth. Dean was delighted when he sat in front of his mate – it seemed like their teacher had scented the two. But before he even had a chance to turn around and say hello, Castiel had run, leaving a sweet smell in his wake.

But Dean knew they were going to be together ever since that fateful moment. They were going to be together forever.

The mass of tentacles on his chest moved, unravelling themselves until Dean could see the top half of Castiel's head. The octopus peered up through bleary eyes, looking adorable as he did so.

Dean felt his heart melt at that sight. "Mornin' sunshine,"

Castiel's eyes widened and he pushed himself off from Dean, his tentacles tangling in one another and he fell to the ground with a slippery thump.

"Dean?" He asked, wincing as he sat up, his tentacles creating a circle around him, protecting him from the fall.

Dean reached down and took his arm, pulling him back on the bed. He gave Castiel's body a sweep over, making sure he wasn't hurt. But Castiel was fine. His cheeks were tinged pink however.

"Morning," He murmured, settling down next to his mate on the bed. He didn't know how they had gotten there in the first place. The last thing he remembered was…

…oh, Dean had massaged his tentacles. He wasn't afraid or disgusted by them. Castiel itched to run his tentacles around Dean now, to breathe him in. He had been having the most wondrous dream, where he was laying with Dean, his belly round with their eggs as they basked in the wonderful world they had created around themselves. His heart hammered in his chest and he curled his tentacles in, wanting to hide his reddening face.

It was a nice thought, though.

He and his mate, in a beautiful home, with little pups that looked like them both, they'd have Dean's pretty eyes, and those adorable wolf ears. And maybe…maybe one would have tentacles. And if it did, Castiel would make sure that his baby never felt the same remorse and hatred for his tentacles that he did.

Dean cleared his throat, bringing Castiel back to the present. He noticed his body had instinctively wrapped its way around Dean's. His tentacles were coiled around his arms and legs, suckers kissing at his skin.

"Sorry," He muttered, unwinding them, the suckers left his skin with a pop. Embarrassed, Castiel stood up and quickly made his way out of the room. He rushed to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

Dean looked down to his body, his arms and legs and the strip just below his waist was littered with little suction marks, they weren't as dark as the one on his wrist, but they were easily visible if you looked hard enough.

"Huh." He touched one, it didn't hurt him at all. It looked kind of like a hickey, there were hundreds of little hickies all over his body, some large, some small, all perfectly round.

Huh…

That was different. Not unpleasant however, but it just meant that Dean was going to have to start wearing long sleeved shirts when he went outside. Hmm...

But first, he had a date to plan.